#(going a little insane hee hee)

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Have a little peak into my current wips-

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[a-simple-moisture-farmer]

y'all don't even know how many fantabulous ideas I have for Luke&Vader-centric fics

[inquisimail]

how's cassandra? she's not being too hard on you, is she?

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

It is ectoloader appreciation hours in this house today, my friends.

If anyone has literally anything or thoughts for them at any time, please, this is a gentle invitation to slide things into my inbox or dms or anything- /lh

[jaetaimjadore]

20230128 Heeseung is one for the history books GOOD LORD-

[ruvviks]

– Mr. Blue Sky.

Characters >> Cassidy Shaffer (oc), Sebastian Vidal (other's oc) Total >> 3.8k words Warnings >> Blood mention, injuries, violence

The colorful streets of the Glen were busy and crowded, many people out and about- as per usual, especially at that hour of the day, though for some reason it felt worse than on most days as if everyone had decided to leave their home that morning to bother Cassidy specifically.

Not that he minded it much, in that moment; he stood in an alley all by himself, safely tucked away from the large crowds and standing in the shadows of the tall buildings to either of his sides with his vision connected to a nearby street camera allowing him to see the main road without having to physically be there.

Any minute now.

He was waiting again.

“Just a simple assassination job”, he had said to himself, when he had taken the contract at the start of that year. “Week’s worth of work, tops.” And, truly- how hard could it be? A single target, only a handful of people surrounding him with enough room to catch him by himself on the regular.

Yet there Cassidy was, knee deep into that same very job which had by then already taken up a good two months of his life; and despite his hopes and despite his rather drastic change of strategy, he still could not say for certain he was going to finish it now.

He flinched when a fly buzzed by his ear and he slapped it away, nearly losing his balance as he quickly blinked and his vision returned to his body. He redistributed his weight and slightly shifted on the seat of his motorcycle until he stood steady again- and then quickly reconnected to the camera, hoping his target hadn’t passed by in the brief seconds he hadn’t been paying attention.

He had found a new location; another safehouse, he assumed, located in a densely populated area and secured well enough for him to know better than to try and attack it directly. Entirely possible; yet a little drastic and Cassidy was still confident enough in his own abilities to deem a reckless solo attack unnecessary.

For the time being, that is.

Instead, he had spent his week monitoring surrounding streets. It was easy to lose a vehicle there, especially with the limited amount of live street view feeds to his disposal and properly tracking it to another location was near impossible; but that was not necessary. It was not what he was after at all.

All he needed was a vehicle. And he had found one.

Two, actually; Sebastian had not taken the same car every day, a solid enough strategy to keep people off his trail which would work against most of Night City’s amateur mercs and hitmen.

But Cassidy had a keen eye and enough experience with tracking people down to realize the two cars- as well as the several, seemingly random but to him easily predictable routes out of the sub-district- belonged to the same person- and all he had to do now was wait for either of those cars to show up.

No more talking.

It had not worked in the slightest last time; and it still occasionally kept him awake at night. Embarrassing, almost, how little he had achieved with the laughable attempt and if he could turn back time to do it all over and just stop talking and pull the fucking trigger instead, he would-

Cassidy clenched his jaw and shook his head, as if that would help pushing the thought away. Dwelling on past mistakes would get him nowhere. All he could focus on now was making sure it would never happen again.

He let his gaze slowly move over the street again, closely inspecting every car that passed by. Checking their license plates would be of no use; he had drawn that conclusion early on. Sebastian’s license plates were digital- not a rare sight in town, but whatever daemon had been installed on them made it impossible for street cameras to record their contents.

A strategic advantage, mostly; yet simultaneously a weakness. Not many cars drove around with a blank license plate.

There you are.

A big, sturdy-looking black sports car with additional plating lining the front and sides- Cassidy did not know enough about cars to be able to tell what type it was, but he recognized it immediately and the corner of his mouth slightly pulled up when he zoomed in on the license plate, and noticed it was empty.

Bingo.

Cassidy quickly disconnected his vision from the camera again, heartbeat speeding up as he reached for his helmet and put it on his head. His hands moved down, to check the holsters on his belt- a submachine gun and one of his handguns, both ready for use.

No more talking.

It would be impossible for Sebastian to hear him anyway and Cassidy had to admit he was a little bit proud of himself for coming up with a situation that would allow him to simply focus on the task at hand; no distractions, no unnecessary back and forth, just a quick and easy pull of the trigger and the job would be done.

He had always had to find workarounds for himself. He just hoped it would work this time.

He started the engine and carefully left the safety of the alley, turning on his turn signal as he patiently waited for an opportunity to steer onto the main road. Sebastian’s car was a little bit further up ahead already, but that didn’t matter- it required little effort to catch up with him. He didn’t worry.

Cassidy wasn’t a fan of cars.

Of course he could drive one- it had been a requirement back at MaxTac and he had spent more hours behind the wheel of one of their combat vehicles than on his own motorcycle- but he found it all but comforting to go over seventy miles an hour in a bulky death box on wheels with limited view on his surroundings and he had always feared he would end up crashing into either the guardrail or the car in front of him.

He swiftly maneuvered between some cars, accelerating as he began closing in on Sebastian’s car. Another car ahead of him suddenly switched lanes- but Cassidy had seen it happen and moved out of the way with ease, passing by the vehicle on its other side.

He enjoyed feeling in control of a situation. And that is exactly what his bike gave him- a sense of control, both over himself as well as his surroundings, easily fitting between other vehicles but simultaneously sturdy enough to not get knocked down at the slightest of physical contact.

He accelerated even more, switching lanes to get on Sebastian’s other side and he kept a close eye on the street around him, shoulders a little tenser than before; despite his relatively neutral attitude towards death, Cassidy always took great care to prevent collateral deaths from happening, and with the great amount of people still cluttering the road he was starting to become a little nervous.

He slowly reached for his submachine gun the closer he got, exhaling deeply in an attempt to calm himself down as he took it and wrapped his finger around the trigger. Despite him missing his target on several occasions already, there was nothing wrong with his general aim; anyone else dying could easily be avoided, and if he did it right the whole job would be over within seconds-

Cassidy pulled the trigger.

The bullets hit one of the car’s backseat windows and it shattered into a million pieces, instantly making Sebastian aware of- well, at least someone’s presence. Before Cassidy got the opportunity to adjust his aim slightly to the left his target turned right and drove off at higher speed than before, steering onto the highway to City Center.

Cassidy followed suit, holding on to both his bike and the gun; a bit awkward on the turns, but he managed, and the highway allowed him to pursue his target better anyway without the risk of him accidentally hitting an innocent pedestrian.

He could not help but notice the ease with which Sebastian maneuvered between the other cars on the highway, very much like how he himself rode his bike. He clenched his jaw and pushed his worries out of his head; it wasn’t helping him. Sure, Sebastian was skilled- but so was he, and he had no excuse for yet another failure.

The second he was close enough again, Cassidy fired once more, gunfire muffled by the roaring noise of the engine of his bike and the bullets finding their way to- and through- the car’s rear window with ease. He reached the last of his ammo with a loud click; and steadied himself on his bike before rapidly letting go of the handlebar and reloading.

A risky maneuver- but he was not alone in that. The second he grabbed both handlebars again Sebastian made a sharp turn- and without warning drove onto the wrong half of the highway, creating a significant distance between himself and Cassidy as he swerved around some incoming traffic.

Cassidy accelerated, his heart racing in his chest while he attempted to catch up with his target- but he wisely stayed on the correct side of the road and waited, carefully watching the incoming cars and calculating the right moment to move in-

An incoming truck caused Sebastian to switch lanes to the right, once again moving closer and Cassidy sped up once more, positioning himself right next to the car. He raised his gun again and wrapped his finger around the trigger-

But suddenly the car was a lot closer than he had expected and he had to hit the brakes, almost causing himself to fly off the bike while Sebastian’s car moved by, right in front of him and nearly hitting his front wheel.

A car honked behind Cassidy and he briefly swerved onto the wrong side of the road to make space for one- two- three- cars behind him that had rapidly caught up with him. A close call- but he couldn’t waste any more time thinking about what could have happened and instead briefly holstered his gun, readying himself to catch up with his target.

Sirens.

Crap.

Cassidy glanced over his shoulder and noticed an NCPD vehicle closing in quickly, with a drone in pursuit from the sky. He had sincerely hoped to finish the job before any of this would happen, but considering his horrible luck thus far the situation didn’t surprise him anymore.

He clenched his jaw and swiftly switched lanes, slowing down ever so slightly while making sure Sebastian’s car was still in his line of sight; another glance over his shoulder and he locked onto the drone, easily causing it to drop out of the sky with a quickhack.

Keeping half an eye on the road in front of him, Cassidy leaned down and reached back with one hand to the side of his bike- and he grabbed the outer edge of a rolled up spike mat and pulled it free, while simultaneously switching lanes again to position himself right in front of the NCPD vehicle- and he dropped the mat, popping both the front tires of the car.

Problem solved.

It still bothered him a little, how easily he could deal with any other situation except for his target. A relief simultaneously- in the midst of his overthinking he had occasionally wondered if he had simply just lost all of the skills he had worked so hard for over the years- yet it also made his frustration worse with every passing minute.

Cassidy took a moment to look around, eyes rapidly scanning the highway as he exhaled sharply. He could hear more sirens in the distance, slowly closing in; but it could be for something entirely else, considering- well, it was Night City after all.

He found Sebastian’s car with ease, several lanes to his right and far ahead- and about to turn right, leaving the highway onto the exit lane with a large gap between the road Cassidy himself was still on- and he saw no clear path to switch lanes in time anymore.

Unless…?

Inhale, exhale.

The guardrail was too high to jump over, but with a boost he could make it; a drop of over fifty feet down were he to miss the exit lane, and- despite his history with surviving falls from that height- he knew with just his bike to catch him on the way down he wouldn’t make it out in one piece.

Cassidy accelerated and maneuvered around some cars, clearing his path straight towards an empty and lowered car hauler truck. Too late to switch lanes; too dangerous and time-consuming to turn back to do so, and he was not planning on losing Sebastian again.

It’s just a small gap. We’ll make it.

Bravery. Stupidity. Desperation. Cassidy had long given up justifying his reckless behavior- he simply needed to get the job done.

That was all there was to it.

Cassidy exhaled and drove right onto the lowered car hauler truck and he made a sharp right turn, effectively launching himself with bike and all into the air and over the guardrail of both the main road and the exit lane on the other side of the gap.

He knew exactly what it felt like. To fall.

To feel entirely weightless and yet so heavy all at the same time, a strange tingling deep down in his stomach, curious anticipation- when would it end? When would he land?

He was flying. Seemingly slow-motion, and he glanced down at the ground below- solid earth with trash scattered all over, merely small dots from his perspective so high up in the sky.

It had been different, last time.

He had not known where the ground below him started and where the collapsing floors of the building below his feet ended; had only briefly seen the sky above his head before the dust and smoke had obscured his vision, and he had not known whether or not the rest of the building would spare him or bury him in the rubble with everyone else who had been inside at the time.

The strange tingling in his stomach had been overwhelming, in sync with the loud rumbling noise of the orphanage crashing down around him.

And when he had finally landed, it had taken him six months to wake up again.

Cassidy’s bike finally hit solid ground and his teeth clacked together hard on impact. He briefly struggled regaining control over the bike and swerved around a car, ignoring the honking as he barely scraped past the guardrail on the other side.

He’d made it.

Easy.

Cassidy sped up, zigzagging around cars until he was close enough to Sebastian again, as if nothing special had just happened at all- though his heart was still racing in his chest to the point he was starting to get a little light-headed. He reached for his submachine gun once more and aimed it at the already shattered rear window, steadying himself and pulling the trigger.

But a sharp, violent pain in his right leg caused him to cry out and he dropped his weapon, nearly driving over it as he grabbed the handlebar of his bike and regained his balance. The car on his right had hit him- a purposeful attack, as the driver briefly moved away then went for another hit.

Cassidy tried to move out of the way, involuntary tears blurring his view from the pain- but the side of his bike hit the guardrail on his other side and he nearly lost balance a second time, and he quickly hit the brakes to get behind the car instead.

The bravery- or stupidity- of some of Night City’s residents never failed to amaze him. It had happened before, on several occasions- an assassination attempt stopped by a random passerby- and he knew it most definitely wouldn’t be the last time.

But oh, how fucking frustrating it was.

The road opened up again and Cassidy maneuvered around the car as fast as he could, ignoring the driver honking at him and instead focusing entirely on his target again. As annoyed as he was- he was not going to make a random civilian pay for that. He had more important things to worry about.

He instinctively reached for his holster again; but it was empty now, his submachine gun left behind on the highway. He briefly glanced down and fumbled to get to his handgun instead, and glanced back up just in time-

Sebastian swerved around, effectively turning around his car as he began driving backwards, directly facing Cassidy. He leaned out of the window, holding the wheel with one hand and pointed a gun in Cassidy’s direction-

Ah. Great.

Cassidy hit the brakes and swerved to the left, causing the bullets to hit the asphalt next to him. He turned right, switching lanes and attempting to take shelter behind some cars; but they had noticed the gunfire as well and all slowed down or steered away, to get as far away from the pursuit as possible.

Cassidy maneuvered around to the other side of the road again, occasionally speeding up and slowing down as he dodged Sebastian’s bullets- and couldn’t help but notice he was merely aiming for his wheels.

Any other part of Cassidy and his bike would be a much easier target.

And yet-

He hit the brakes and vanished behind a truck, allowing Sebastian’s car to leave his line of sight for the time being. He carefully steered around, taking a brief moment to catch his breath before reemerging from the other side- but by then, Sebastian had turned his car around again and was visibly trying to make his escape by speeding up.

The bridge was ahead.

A wide open space with no escapes to either side, making it the perfect opportunity for Cassidy to get a clear shot; and hopefully land a hit. He understood entirely why Sebastian wanted to cross it as quickly as possible and followed suit, leaning forward as far as he could as he pushed his bike to its speed limits.

This is it.

He could end it all, right then and there. Going faster than ever before- and for a brief moment, he felt like he was flying again- rapidly steering around cars and getting closer and closer with every passing second.

Sebastian’s car was so close- but not close enough. Cassidy no longer wanted to take any risk; if he could just catch up with him a little bit more, he would-

Two cars switched lanes at the same time, diagonally from each other. Cassidy took notice; and so did his target. He accelerated and moved between the two cars, creating more distance between himself and the motorcycle behind him, and Cassidy wasted no time and followed him, the gap between the two cars getting smaller and smaller-

He fit through.

Except for his back wheel.

Cassidy was knocked off balance and he skidded sideways onto the starting lane of the car that had hit him. He tried to steady himself again by turning to the right- almost riding right into the second car- but he was already too far into his fall and-

He had still been awake, when he had hit the ground.

For a brief moment, he had been wide awake, bleeding eyes staring up at the sky while the dust around him settled. He remembered it well, somehow; a sunny day, late spring. Not a cloud in sight.

And all he remembered from that moment on, was pain.

Burning, incapacitating pain, rapidly running through his entire body, locking up his muscles and jaw and tearing through his muscles and nerves, ripping him apart from the inside out. Partially stuck under rubble, he had not been able to breathe-

And he had lost consciousness.

Oh, but he was wide awake, now.

His body hit the asphalt of the road sideways and he rolled off his motorcycle, pulling his arms to his chest instinctively as the world spun around him. And when he finally stopped, he could see the car that had hit him close in fast-

He braced himself, but no impact followed.

The car came to a stop right next to him.

The sky was blue.

Cassidy watched an Arasaka aircraft hover over the bridge high above him, his eyes slowly trailing its path, and he frowned; confusion, but for a vastly different reason than expected-

He could feel the warmth of the sun on his body, moving through his clothes. The slight breeze blowing over, causing the hairs on his arm in the gap between his jacket and gloves to stand up straight.

Cassidy slowly moved, his entire body sore. Painful- but to the point he could barely feel it anymore, all his nerves screaming for attention at the very same time causing his brain to block all of it out. He was not sure if he was still in one piece; it felt like one of the cybernetic bones in his leg was knocked out of its joint, but he would not be able to tell until he would get to a safehouse to take a better look.

He stood up.

People were yelling at him, honking their cars- yet no one helped, and he paid them no mind as he looked at the road ahead of him.

Sebastian was nowhere to be seen anymore.

Sirens again, closing in fast and most definitely for him this time. Cassidy frowned again- he had trouble breathing, a heavy weight pressing down on his chest; possibly because of the crash, which wouldn’t surprise him- but he felt…something else.

Stress?

Fear?

He glanced behind him and slowly stumbled back to his motorcycle. It was heavy- a lot heavier than he remembered it being, for some reason, but after a brief struggle he managed to set it back upright and step back on it.

His heart was beating irregularly. He was nearly painfully aware of that, now.

He turned around.

It was of no use to try and find his target back and the NCPD was closing in fast. Another failed attempt- yet for some reason it did him nothing, mind entirely elsewhere as he listened to the sound of his own breathing, and the thudding of his heartbeat in his ears.

He’d lost focus.

It was of no use.

So Cassidy turned back, and drove off into the direction he had come from; riding right by the NCPD following him, knowing they would not be fast enough to turn around. Left the highway, knowing it would be easier to lose them downtown, and he vanished once more into the crowds of people.

A strange knot taking shape in his stomach, Cassidy briefly glanced up at the sky once more-

It was blue. Not a cloud in sight.

[caramelmochacrow]

when the yuka and esora relations event drops it's over for all of you im not gonna be normal at all <3

[kairoot]

── ࣪ ˖ ❛ 𝓜𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑢𝑝 𝓥𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠．

‧₊˚ 𝓼𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: they do the voiceover for your makeup routine 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 : enha x 𝑓．𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲 : fluff , crack 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 : no 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : jokes, profanity, pet names, this was shorter than i intended, some of these are kind of inspired by some tiktoks i saw.

— ( 𝓂𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑛’𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠 ) : pls leave reblogs, they are much appreciated !! ♡︎

✿ member’s headcanons under the cut !!

⊹ 𝓁ℎ𝑠．

asking hee to do this was a piece of cake

he agreed to it immediately

he lovesssss watching you do your makeup

so when you asked him he was like, “well.. yes!”

gonna keep it real with you, he has absolutely no idea what ANYTHING is

he just knows the things that he buys for you and that’s it

flirty mcbirdy over here, he’s barely even watching the makeup, mostly watching you

“hi guys, today i’m doing my girlfriend’s makeup voiceover.” he says into the mic, the video starting with you priming your face as you’ve already did skincare prior to starting the video.

you were next to him while he narrated your routine, holding in your giggles as he began naming the products that you were using.

“okay so now she’s uhm.. damn she’s gorgeous..” he paused for a moment, watching you through the screen as you applied the first product of your base.

you nudged him, urging him to stay on topic as your face began to warm up.

“she’s applying, uh— the— the..” he thought for a moment, the product seemed familiar but he couldn’t think of the name.

it was foundation.

“and then she’s.. wiping it all over her face.” he mumbled, still not paying attention to what you were doing but admiring you instead.

“it’s blending, hee..” you whispered, not wanting the mic to pick up your voice.

expect the comments to go insane about hee’s little flirtatious comments.

⊹ 𝓅𝑗𝑠．

ngl, he’s a bit confused as to why you asked him to do this but he says yes anyway

why does this man actually know what the products are??

quite literally does the whole voiceover better than any beauty influencer you’ve ever seen..

compliments you throughout the video

he’s literally so polite

“hello everyone, today y/n has asked me to do her voiceover, so here i am!” he says excitedly, watching you apply the first product.

“so here, she’s putting some of the foundation in her t-zone.. she has really great skin.” he explains.

you’re sat next to him, shocked at how he’s able to understand the whole routine.

“after she blends, she goes in with her.. concealer, i think.” he was right again.

as you blend that out, jay begins talking about the product that you’re using.

“yes, i pay attention to my girl’s routine.” he says, knowing everyone’s gonna wonder how he could even know all of this. you bite back a smile, his comment making your heart warm.

now the whole internet wants a boyfriend like jay.

⊹ 𝓈𝑗𝑦．

he is very eager to do it. why? because he loves you and is so down bad for you

ummm he knows NOTHINGGG about makeup 😫

another flirty one

count how many times he says he wants to kiss you or compliments your lips challenge (jake is so weak for kisses, you cannot convince me otherwise)

he’s so giggly throughout the whole thing ??

he definitely gets flustered over your beauty, esp your bareface <3

he’s lowkey your hype man even though he has no idea what he’s talking abt

“hey guys, it’s jake! today i’m gonna give you all a tutorial for y/n’s everyday makeup.” he beamed confidently. he watched you start your routine, already giggling at the small things you do throughout the first 30 seconds.

“so she’s gonna start with, um..” his giggles cutting him off. “she’s starting with the putty stuff. it kind of looks like play-doh!”

“jake!” you nudge him a bit, rolling your eyes playfully.

“sorry, sorry!” he laughs. “now she’s putting on.. powder? wait, no, that’s definitely bronzer.”

“yeahh, apply that bronzer, babe!” he exclaimed.

it was powder foundation ??

“she looks so good already, wanna give her a kiss..” he said, watching you pat the product onto your skin.

⊹ 𝓅𝑠ℎ．

bro is so impatient

he can’t think of any of the name of the products that you’re using which frustrates him to the MAX

pls don’t laugh at him, he will sulk 😕

cracks jokes abt how long you take

“now she’s applying.. uhm, glitter?” he tilted his head, watching you apply highlighter to the inner corners of your eyes.

“highlighter, babe.” you corrected him, holding back your laughs.

“whatever it is, it’s very shiny. and she’s putting it on so do whatever she’s doing if you want this look.”

you snorted a bit, finding his impatience hilarious.

“watch as she puts on her favorite mascara that she made me buy her.. because she doesn’t care about my pockets or if i go broke.” he sighed.

you landed a playful smack to his shoulder, scoffing.

“anyways, she takes forever.” he huffed. “she told me she was gonna be ready in 10 minutes but 10 minutes turned into two hours, so i guess im gonna have to wait.”

please don’t ever ask him to do this again.

⊹ 𝓀𝑠𝑤．

like jay, he knows what everything is

he’s actually really excited to do this

he pays attention when you do your makeup and pays attention when he gets his makeup done so

he basically knows what everything is he just.. doesn’t know how to do it

he knows all of your favorite products

count how many times he calls you pretty challenge:

“look at how pretty she is!” he exclaims as you prime your face. “i did her skin care by the way.”

he watched as you applied your concealer, telling the viewers exactly what brand it was and what it did for your skin.

“i’m pretty sure this is her favorite product.”

“okay! next she’s gonna set with this one powder that she absolutely loves.” he giggled.

you chuckle at his excitement, not expecting him to like this as much as he did. you just knew people would want more of him narrating your routines and grwms.

“and now, she’s putting on her blush.. I love this part.” he said, mesmerized by you and your features.

“isn’t she so pretty?”

⊹ 𝓎𝑗𝑤．

he’s so confused

tbh he just yaps the whole time

you don’t know what he’s talking about, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about..

he just knows that he buys some of the stuff

he gives random facts throughout the video ??

“okay, so i’m not really sure of what she’s putting on her face right now..” he said, scratching his head slightly.

“did you guys know that dolphins name each other?”

“jungwon..?” you furrow your eyebrows, looking at him confusingly.

“oh, right! sorry, now she’s applying some.. nose.. stuff?”

you mentally face palmed at his attempt to name the products, which he ended up wrong every time.

“if it wasn’t already obvious, i know none of these things, i just get whatever she tells me to buy.” jungwon giggled, watching you apply your blush.

please DO NOT let him do this ever again 😭🙏🏽

⊹ 𝓃𝑟𝑘．

bro does NOT wanna be here

he doesn’t wanna do it at all 😭

but somehow you convince him (you told him you’d buy him robux)

he guesses everything

some of it he gets right somehow

gets so triggered when you laugh at him 😭

“um, okay, she’s applying concealer.. that’s concealer, right?” he looked over at you, as the video showed you applying the product.

you looked at him, giggling.

“why are you laughing? is that not concealer?” he asked again, becoming irritated.

“yes.. just keep going, ki.” you cover up your laughs.

he rolls his eyes playfully, “anyways, now she’s putting on some powder shit.. i don’t know.”

“and she’s.. beating it on her face..? why are you punching yourself?” he quirks an eyebrow.

you shake your head, sighing at his confusion.

✿

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request. y/n & heeseung are on a break from their relationship even though hee opposed SOOO to get her to come back he kindof stalks her & makes her feel unsafe so she asks him to come back & protect her .. . ??

「 ୨୧ authors note 」 im a little rusty with yandere i hope you like it !!!

he was too controlling, he never let you be; always calling when you were out with friends, or out at work — or just in general he was always calling. he did this under the premise of “there are bad people out there” or “im just trying to protect you.” you could take it anymore. so you broke up with him, told him you just needed space.

he didn’t take it well at first; and you expected that. he cried, begged you to stay; he said he couldn’t live without you — that probably would’ve worked in the beginning, but you were tired. “i don’t even feel safe with you anymore heeseung, being with you scares me more than anything now.” and with that you left him.

he left you alone after that; you didn’t even see him anymore, in fact you didn’t see him for almost a month after that. his friends said all he did was stay home and play games, which made you sad, but this was for your happiness, so you couldn’t just back down. “as long as he gets the help he needs i wish him nothing but the best.”

heeseung in fact wasn’t getting the help he desperately needed. in fact he was getting worse, he was dying without you; he felt like he couldn’t breathe because he wasn’t near you — well not as close as he wanted to be.

you began to feel it a month later; you let your guard down, and that’s when you began to feel like you were being watched. you tried to ignore it, but it was hard when it was all the time, even in your apartment. you began to close the blinds. but that didn’t work, you felt like you were exposed in your own house.

“it’s heeseung isn’t it?” you friend said, you shook your head, quick to defend the boy. “no jake said he’s getting help.” what you didn’t know is that heeseung was always one step ahead of you, watching you. waiting for you. he saw your every move; even in your home with the cameras he installed.

you couldn’t take it anymore; you felt like you were going insane and nobody believed you, they thought you were just exhausted from work or something. “you just need sleep.” how could you sleep if you felt like someone was watching you!

you began to think maybe heeseung was right, maybe he was the only one that could protect you. maybe the world was too dangerous for you. which is why you found yourself knocking on his door. “poor baby.” he saw your tired state. “you look so tired.” he smiled to himself as you let yourself in. “i can’t sleep, i can’t go out alone, im scared someone will hurt me.” you rushed to say. “didn’t i tell you that?” he said. “you didn’t listen, now look.”

you wrapped your arms around him, and he wanted to hug you back; but he had to teach you a lesson — don’t ever think about leaving him again. “hee im so tired.” you looked up at him with those eyes. “yeah?” he said. “let’s get you to bed then.”

he guided you back to his room, laying you down on his bed. “please don’t go.” he smiled, laying next to you. “im not.” his hand was resting on your stomach. “i won't go anywhere.” his hands now moving. “you can just stay here with me.” you moaned softly. “heeseung.” he kissed the side of your head. “you don’t even have to go out, i’ll make all the money and spend it on you.” he said cupping your heat. “fuck you’re so wet.”

you couldn’t believe you fell for again, allowing his fingers to explore your insides like before. “you missed me?” you nodded. “use your fucking words.” he growled. “missed the the way i held and protected you.” he said. “the way i fucked you?” his fingers curled, hitting the spot that made you moan. “fuck hee please keep going , i need you.” you cried out. “need you so bad.”

he sped up, your hips following his movements. “you’re mine, everything you do is because i give you permission to.” you’d complain if he wasn’t fucking your open with his fingers. “you understand, you’re mines, your body is mine, your mind is mine?” you were desperate, ready to cum. “fuck yes hee im yours.” you screamed. “i’ll never leave again i promise.”

that was all he needed, before he whispered into your ear. “cum.” and it was like your body was finally at peace, your mind too. “hee.” your breathing was heavy from your orgasm, eyes heavy from your long exhaustion. “shh, go to sleep.” he said. “when you wake up we can handle me okay.” he held you softly in his arms. “im fine holding you just like this.” you slowly drifted off to sleep in what you thought was the safest place at the moment — but you couldn’t be far from wrong.

because you in fact were sleeping right in the arms of the reason you were feeling so unsettled and by time you woke up you wouldn’t be able to do anything about it… you gave yourself to him.

you were his now, all his and was never gonna share you again…

©️LUVYENI

[gyusrose]

➵ how they would punish you during sex -> hyung line

lost this request my bad!!! but here it is :)

✎ smut! (mdni)

⚠︎ spanking, degrading, denying orgasm, nicknames like good girl, baby etc. , hair pulling, cursing, blowjob.

summary: while it’s fun acting like a brat, regret swallows you whole soon.

( hyung line x fem.reader)

heeseung -> this man would NOT let you cum for fucks sake. heeseung is very determined, even your glistening tears rolling down your cheeks, begging him to let you come would not change his mind.

he knew you did it on purpose, acting like a brat all day, even in front of his friends. he had to put you in your place. as soon as the both of you got home, he was already balls deep inside of you, knowing that’s what you wanted, what you didn’t know though is that he would pull his fingers away from your pussy as you were about to reach your climax, how he would retract his cock as soon as he saw you about to cum, this lasted for hours. it turned into to something you would usually enjoy to complete torture.

“please hee i need- please i need to cum.” you said desperately. barely being able to form a sentence.

“aw is my little baby frustrated? should’ve thought about that before acting the way you acted today huh?” he chuckled, he’s come many times so he doesn’t mind keeping you like this.

“please please i promise to be a good girl, please i just need to..”

“just because you apologized, cum baby, cum all over that cock.” you didn’t have to be told twice.

jongseong -> jay is normally a very passionate lover when it comes to sex, gentle and sweet, making it all about you. yet when you start acting up, he knows how to fix that.

he becomes a lot more aggressive, spanking you over and over as he fucked you from behind. leaving his hand marks tattooed on your throbbing red asscheek. pulling your hair making sure he could see you fucked out face. he would not allow you to touch him in any way shape or form. even when he switched positions, now fucking you in missionary, your hands would automatically got to his biceps and back, jay instantly smacked your hands away earning whining from you. you needed to touch him, and he sure as fuck knew that. his face cold and emotionless, a complete different person than he usually was.

“aw fuck!! a-ah” another slap on your ass echoed through the room, you know damn well you won’t be able to sit tommorow.

“that’s for flirting with that asshole, acting like a slut in front of me.”

“please baby, let me touch-“

“what did i fucking tell you? no touching, or do you not want to cum?” your fingers tangled through your head in frustration.

after though, jay knows you’ve learned your lesson, and his kind, gentle persona comes back, making sure to run you a hot bath and making you something to eat after.

sunghoon -> please sunghoon would be so cocky. after wearing the skirt he explicitly told you now to wear in front of the other guys, he knew you wanted to tease him. he could not handle the stares his friends would give you when you walked. they all wanted to fuck you. you knew that. having sunghoon and you leave early and pretty much throw you into bed, manhandling you like a rag doll.

this is what you wanted, right? wrong, completely wrong, this is not what you expected at all. sunghoon was thrusting painfully slow. taking his sweet time entering inch by inch. going in and out of your cunt slower than a snail, driving you insane. you had very little patience, sunghoon, on the other hand did.

you tried moving your hips, trying to fasten the pace, but sunghoon gripped them, stopping them. you groaned, begged even to the point of tears. wanting, no, needing more. sunghoon only laughed in amusement. he rarely saw you like this, so submissive.

“hoonie, i’m begging please, just move a little more, please please i can’t take it anymore!” you begged for maybe the 100th time.

“awe, since you asked so nicely baby, i’ll grant you that wish.” he said before he slammed into you full force, fucking deep into you, sending you into oblivion. you could see stars.

“promise you’ll never act like that ever again.” sunghoon said.

“no hoon, i’ll never do that again, ever!” you’ll probably do it again.

jaeyun -> he normally wouldn’t punish you but, jake still knew how to frustrate you and ruin sex for you. when he saw you laughing so closely with his friends while practically ignoring his existence, he couldn’t wait to get you home, gagging on his cock, gasping for air as he fucked your face.

and that’s exactly what he did.

it was a lost cause, you felt his tip at the back of your throat, making you gag, while jake would normally not push you all the way, he did today. not caring that you obviously couldn’t take him whole and just using your mouth as a hole he could fuck into. the lewd noises of your gagging and moist from all the saliva around his cock drive him insane. but that wasn’t it .

while sunghoon moved slowly, jake would not move at all. making you do all the work. at some point it was alright, but you started giving out later. jake knew how to hit the best spots, you couldn’t yourself. while riding him, your thighs were burning, not being able to keep up. you collapsed on jake’s body, more tired than ever. you had yet to cum but your body could physically not do it.

“is my babygirl already tired? “ jake said in a mocking tone.

“mhm please baby, help me.” you said breathing heavily in his ear. sending that you’ve reached your limit jake finally moved his hips into you. soon grabbing your waist as he thrusted deep inside you, sending you over the edge in just a couple of minutes.

“you’re only mine, got that? don’t ever ignore me again, it’ll be worse the next time.”

[melminli]

Could you store something with jun-hee (player 222) x f!reader plz🙏

Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby

summary - it may sound a bit cliché, but you were in love with your best friend. even though you always wanted to tell her, you strongly doubted that she could use your love - you didn't know that she thought the same. you two were really stupid, huh?

pairing: kim jun-hee x fem. reader

word count: 1.1k

contains: wlw, angst w/ comfort, arguing, fluff, pre squid game au, hidden feelings

a/n: i went to a cas concert a few months ago and it was insane. this was the song that just stuck with me since then and i thought about her when i listened to it again after watching the show! hope u like it ;p

"Oh man, they forgot our spring rolls." you realized disappointed after you went through each package of food one by one until there was nothing left but napkins in the bag. You looked at your best friend as you said. "Should I go to the store and get them? I know how much you like them, and I think the owner likes me, who knows, maybe we'll get an extra portion or something, huh?"

Jun-hee just shook her head with a gentle smile on her face. "That's all right. I want to eat with you and by the time you come back, the food will be all cold and mushy." she said, reaching for the chopsticks after opening her box of fried noodles.

You sat down on the opposite chair of your little dining table in your small kitchen. "I guess, I can't argue with that." you gave in and reached for a spoon to mix your fried rice a little.

You had turned on the radio a while ago and the music it was playing accompanied the pleasant silence between the two of you. You could hardly stop yourself from thinking about how homely this all felt right now with her, as you often did in the last few days. It was sudden and you were definitely caught off guard when Jun-hee suddenly appeared at your doorstep with a packed bag in tow. You didn't know exactly what happened, but you didn't need to because you could imagine that it probably had something to do with her parents or something - it didn't matter. She would tell you when she was ready.

"I heard that this one popular show is getting a second season soon, you know..." you started to tell her and then tried to think of the title when you suddenly heard a soft howl. You immediately stood up when you saw Jun-hee sitting huddled up with her arms covering her face. "Hey, what's wrong..." you asked worriedly, not used to such an emotional reaction from her since she was usually such a collected person. This was a very rare occurrence.

She interrupted you before you could say anything else. "I'm pregnant!" she cried out, feeling the lingering guilt inside her finally take over her entire mind as she uttered those words. A few minutes passed with you just holding her like that and Jun-hee clung tightly to you, sobbing. She was worried that you might let her go - in fact, she expected you to, which is why she didn't tell you for so long.

I can't blame her for anything, I really am the worst. She thought to herself when she still couldn't bring herself to let go. No matter how selfish it might be of her.

"Is it from that Mingyu guy?" you finally asked her and she nodded vaguely, but it was enough for you to understand. Jun-hee didn't even bother to correct you when you said his name wrong.

You just sighed and even if you didn't say it out loud, she could feel how angry you were with her - how disappointed. "You're mad at me," she stated while you continued to stroke her back reassuringly, even when the position you were holding her in was a little uncomfortable for you. "Of course I am, the guy's an asshole and you're only in your early twenties," you answered her honestly, comforting her with your own broken heart. "Does he even know? Last I heard, all his fans were sending him death threats because he stole their money or something."

She didn't even want to think about it. "He's not answering my calls and I have no idea where he is."

You let out another heavy sigh. "You're really stupid sweetie, I knew that guy was like this from the beginning, really," you spoke up before looking confusedly at Jun-hee after she lifted her head from your chest and met your gaze with a furrowed brow. "Can you stop rubbing it in my face? I already know that I fucked up!" she exclaimed, completely exhausted as she continued to rub her reddened eyes.

So she wants to keep the baby, her parents probably kicked her out as soon as they found out. You massaged your forehead, exhausted. "So, what now?" you just asked her, elaborating on your question when she looked at you with a confused look. You just wanted to kiss her right now and tell her that everything would be okay again and at the same time, you wanted to smash your head through a wall and cry. "What are you going to do now with a baby on the way? Do you have a plan for how you're going to look after it?"

I don't have a job or any money. I don't know what to do. She didn't answer you right away and just avoided your gaze, embarrassed, so you reached for her hand to get her attention. "If you don't know what to do and you want me to help you, then you have to tell me," you finally said and you were probably the stupid one this time.

Jun-hee looked at you in surprise and took a few seconds to really understand what you meant. "Are you sure? You don't have to do something like that for me..."

You interrupted her relatively quickly. "I want to do this for you because -" and your love confession was almost half hanging from your lips when you stopped yourself from saying it out loud in the last second. What am I doing? This is completely the wrong time for this. "- because you can always count on me, even if no one else does."

Oh, that's right. Jun-hee thought to herself as she held her pounding heart and smiled a little forcedly. I thought she was going to say something else, how stupid of me I mean you're pregnant with another man's child right now Jun-hee, wake up. She brought herself back down to earth. You already gave her more than enough. "Please, help me."

You spread your arms out again to catch her in a hug. "We'll work it out, don't worry..." you tried to reassure her further, any unspoken feelings remaining as you both made the decision to keep them a secret.

[boyfhee]

이희승 、PRETTY GIRL

featuring ⋆ bsf!heeseung, hints at friends with benefits

warnings ⋆ slightly suggestive, use of endearments, profanities, jealously on heeseung's side, toxic undertones? i'm not too sure on this one ( 0.9k )

notes ⋆ something has been so so wrong with me recently i can't come up with anything that doesn't involve making out

“hee, how do i look?” 

heeseung is sprawled on your couch, scrolling through his phone when he looks up at you, raising an eyebrow. you’re waiting for his response and he’s taking his time— eyeing you up and down, the way that pretty dress hugs your body. you’ve even done your makeup, flaunting that lip tint you had bought recently, that makes your lips ten times more kissable. you never dressed like this for him.

he sighs, putting his phone aside, and sits up straight, not a single emotion on his face. “are you going to the library to study or on a date?”

“ah, did i over do it?” and you’re asking in the cutest and quietest voice, looking down at your outfit and oh how much he wants to tell you how gorgeous you look. 

but you aren’t all dolled up for him. it’s for your project partner— that asshole you have also been studying with for finals for over a week now. and it’s ridiculous how he— or anyone of those losers around you think they stand a chance, when you end up in his arms every night, at the end of all. 

“no,” yes, he wanted to say. “not at all,” so pretty for someone who’s not me.

he gets up from the couch and makes his way to you— you look prettier up close. heeseung is aware of it. he wants it to be his little secret, who even does your study guy or whatever thinks he is? heeseung takes your hands and pulls you closer, just looking at you, admiring you. maybe he should keep his pretty little best friend all to himself.

and you don’t even mind since you’re used to this. the closeness, subtle touches, holding hands, comfort, advice— it’s what best friends are for. “but you said i look like i’m going on a date.” 

he chuckles at your cute reaction, the pout, the slight frown. how cute. it’s adorable how you always take his words seriously, he’s the one person you can rely on, who you trust blindly. sometimes, heeseung feels bad for having feelings for you. would you even care if he confessed? or would you just cut him off? he’s your precious best friend after all, who you’ve known since you two were toddlers. 

“i meant to say that you look too pretty,” is he even allowed to feel this way?

you laugh softly at his words, a bit flustered at his words even though he has complimented you a thousand times. “well, i’ll get going then, ‘seung,”

truthfully, it’s also your fault. 

those smiles and giggles, your gaze that searches for him in a crowded room. you never forget to invite him to a group hangout, it’s one benefit of being friends with your friends. those nicknames you call him and only him. he’s the one you run to when you have problems. you live in his apartment more than your dorm— it’s your fault for making him feel all this. for making him like this.

you try to pull your hand back to leave, but instead he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer, pressing himself against you. this is wrong, you know, he knows. too bad, it’s not the first time. worse, he doesn’t care. 

“hee—” you gasp in surprise, but your words end up coming out as a sigh once he presses his lips against your neck. he can feel your hands on his shoulders, trying to push him away and the swift motion in which they instinctively wrap around him. and you do realise it’s your fault. you always end up giving in anyway. it’s a bad, vicious habit— he pulls, you push, and then give in, and the way you react to things he does drives him insane.

sure, your project partner could wait for a while. he doesn’t deserve you anyway. 

“you’re so pretty, angel,” he whispers next to your ear, giving it a soft nibble before pulling back and looking at you with those enchanting eyes and a smile that sends your heart into a whirlwind. he calls you angel like it’s your name, and he whispers compliments ever so softly and sweetly. it’s what you had asked him for— to tell you how you look, and heeseung is good at doing that. he has got your back. “so gorgeous,”

it’s what best friends are for. 

the next thing your mind registers is his sweet lips on yours, the taste of cherries and vanilla from the shortcakes you two had earlier lingering on your tongue, and then your mind goes blank. you’re pulling him closer, he’s busy savouring your taste, taking in your every breath, every little sound you make as he kisses you so well.

heeseung bets that guy you’re so excited to spend time with can’t even make you feel half of what you’re feeling. you’re always going to end up coming back to him for more. after all, no one knows what you want better than heeseung.

the sound of your phone ringing snaps him out of his thoughts. he looks at your slightly red lips as you reach out for your phone, but heeseung beats you to it. he grabs your phone and grins when he sees the caller ID— it’s your study buddy— hands caressing your cheeks as he answers with a smirk. “sorry, my girl will be a bit late today. hope you don’t mind,”

he hangs up, phone somewhere around, and his lips are back on yours again.

[shariasweet]

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l.heeseung 𝒙 f.reader

wc ::: drabble length sharinote ::: it looks like I’m writing a lot for hee… but I feel like this was perfect for him — I was picturing jake too but I used to write him SOOO MUCH :( face fucking, facial, sort of rough hee… anyways ! reader doesn’t speak here ❕

meeting your brother’s new friend upon his sneaky ploy to see if the rumors were true… were you really such a slur for all of your brother’s friends?

‘hah… wow… so your brother wasn’t lying was he? you really are a slut.’ you could practically hear the smirk painting heeseung’s face.

humming around his cock — you could feel the fat bulbous tip of his cock roughly kissing the back of your throat whilst he bucked his hips into your mouth.

‘yeah..? isn’t that right?’ his hand carefully caressed the back of your head… his fingers gently entangling with your hair as he pushed your head down — forcing his full length down the tight expanse of your throat.

‘god… you are so so pretty.’ your wide teary eyes stared back up at him as you hallowed your cheeks — tongue twirling around his shaft and tracing it’s adorning veins. ‘fuck…’ hee threw his head back. with your nose was snug against his pelvic bone, you carefully shook your head — bobbing up for air with spit dribbling down your chin. ‘don’t look at me like that, bunny.’ the male laughed.

truth be told, your brother would go absolutely ballistic. he’d lose his mind if he were to walk into the scene that was unfolding before him — heeseung’s cock buried deep inside of your throat as you needily humped against his shoe.

just ballistic... he’d already had some notion that you were an all around slut… specifically only for his friends though. whether you did it to piss him off, or you genuinely found the guys he’d bring around attractive… he’d always end his friendships knowing that some jerk had been inside of his little sister.

it’d happened when you’d kissed his friend jake in high school… or when he’d found out via jake, you’d fucked his friend, jay your freshman year of college…

safe to say the two of you didn’t speak for quite some time… and you were damn sure he’d never introduce you to any friend of his ever again.

but heeseung..? a friend he’d made recently working some internship had apparently heard of your affairs too. intrigued, he’d came up with some ploy to meet you. so there he was, leaning against your doorframe as he towered over you — handsome as ever. his hair falling perfectly over his glasses as he grinned.

you’d gone from ‘you must be y/n.’ — what appeared to be an attempt to become acquainted to this… him bullying his swollen, hard cock down your (now) very well-acquainted throat.

with your hips stuttering against his shoe you could feel your arousal coating your folds… it lathered against your soaked through panties — the friction driving you insane as you continued bobbing your head up and down on his dick. even your clit deliciously nudging against the tongue of his shoe caused you to whine.

‘c’mon… might as well finish.’ heeseung grinned. his hold on your neck tightening as he stroked himself in front of your face — gently slapping his wet cock across your face before tapping it against your puffy lips.

‘open.’ obediently, you obliged… lips falling agape as he aligned his tip at the entrance of your lips — not before a fat glob of his spit fell dripping down his tip onto your tongue. ‘just for good measure.’ he sat straight, running his fingers through your hair.

‘now go on. suck.’ he yanked you back before slamming his cock back into your throat. the handsome stranger relentlessly fucked your mouth — your babbling vibrating around his length as drool pooled around his base… dripping down his slick coated balls.

‘j-just… just like that… fffuck!!! ‘gonna cum…’

the older male quickly pulled out of your mouth — jerking himself off as you stared up at his with your tongue lolled out. ‘sshit!’ heeseung hissed as thick ropes of creamy, white cum painted your face and tongue… spilling down your neck and between your cleavage as you licked your lips clean.

‘god… you are so hot.’ he huffed.

before you could reply, the two of you heard the front door unlock — your brother was back home. ‘was really hoping we’d get to fuck, bunny… maybe another time?’

he grinned, wiping himself off and tucking himself into his sweats before hurriedly sneaking out of your room.

that's something you’d definitely be looking forward to.

potential room for an au or a part two…

[enhanextdoor]

♡ - 𝐋𝐄𝐓'𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

prompt : your best friend is an idol, that makes your friendship with him a little complex. you attend a concert and when it is over you two decide to explore the city but heeseung gets a cute idea. you two will act like a couple for the entire night and things can go back to normal in the morning.

pairing : best friend!heeseung x afab!reader.

genre : fluffy. friends to lovers.

word count: 1.5k

warning : supa cutesy read at your own risk.

disc : lowercase intended. not proofread pls forgive any grammar or typos. wrote this for bestie @en-heedeungie.

heeseung had you wait not far from the venue so that he could escape and the two of you could run off to do something. the concert was amazing, you loved seeing all the guys and heeseung perform. you were waiting at a little park nearby, sitting on the swing and scrolling absently on your phone, mostly through pictures and video’s posted on snapmaps of the concert. you found yourself smiling at the cute little videos of heeseung especially since a lot of the time you knew he was looking at you. you had to remind yourself that you two are friends, but sometimes the lines felt a little blurred. 

heeseung approached with a classic smile, “hey.. so glad i was able to find you.” he said as if he wasn’t the one to tell you where to meet him. “i know the crowd out here is just insane.” you teased back and slipped your phone into your pocket. “ready to go exploring? i mean i obviously have to go in disguise, do you think i should get one of those fake mustaches?” he wiggled his eyebrows just a little and you couldn’t help but playfully roll your eyes. “absolutely not hee.” he let out a little dramatic sigh, leaning against the pole of the swings. “guess i’ll have to bust out the good old baseball cap, hoodie, and shades.” 

it only took him a second to pull all of those things out of a backpack he brought along. you still weren’t sure how he was able to escape staff and the other members, but you weren’t complaining. you got to spend some time on your own exploring with heeseung. he did after all ask you to come to this show and got you tickets for the show and the flight there in general. “you know i have an idea..” he said as he put his backpack strap over his shoulder again. “oh yeah? what would that idea be?” your eyebrow arched slightly. he just watched you for a moment wondering if he should actually say what his idea was or not, then voted he should say it. “we should take tonight and act like we are a couple in love exploring the city, tomorrow we can go back to being just friends.” that took you off guard, you were not expecting the lee heeseung to be asking to pretend to date you for the night. your face must have shown the confusion because his eyes darted to the ground as his cheeks flushed just a little and he felt the need to explain himself, “as an idol i don’t get to just be normal and.. you are the most normal thing in my life. i cherish that.” you were still a little shocked and that only added to the shock, “hee… of course we can do that.” you offered a smile to try and reassure him that you didn’t find it weird at all. in fact the idea of being heeseung’s girlfriend even if just for the night was exciting. 

the two of you left the park and headed for the city, he had looked at the reviews of food places to gauge what place would give you the true american cuisine but also somewhere people wouldn’t expect to see him. you ended up at this little hole-in-the-wall place and you slid into one side of the booth and he slid into the other. “baby, do you mind handing me a menu?” he said because he really just wanted to say the word baby. your cheeks flushed just a little and you reached over to grab the menu, holding it out to him. when he reached for it your fingers brushed against his and he took the menu, setting it in front of him but reaching back to hold your hand, interlocking your fingers, admiring the way your fingers fit perfectly between his. 

holding your hand was only the first “couple” thing he did in the diner. he refused to let go almost the entire time and the waitress continued to ask you questions about your relationship because you two seemed so cute. heeseung answered based on your friendship, but it still felt so real. “i’m lucky to have a girl like her, she takes good care of me.” he said to her and you internally were kicking your feet and screaming. he fed you some french fries at one point and you did the same for him. you both were giggling about all this almost the entire time. 

you two left the diner after enjoying your food and he wrapped an arm around you. “where to next?” you asked while looking at him and he looked pensive for a moment. “we have to get a good view of the city. the best view for my girl.” he decided that in order to find the best view he would ask some of the locals and he got a pretty good answer from a few of them. you just watched him in admiration. he just wanted to make sure you were able to see the city from such a good view that he went out of his way to ask people. you started to get this little tug at your heart, it was saying you wished this wasn’t just tonight. you wish this was every night, but you will take what you can get. 

you two tracked your way towards the perfect spot to see the city, but along the way you two came across a photobooth. it made heeseung stop dead in his tracks and you went to keep walking because you didn’t notice, since he was holding your hand so you ended up being stopped abruptly. “we have to get a photobooth photo y/n.” he said while pointing to the booth. you excitedly nodded and walked over with him letting him tug you inside. the booth was pretty small so you were cozied up to him. he took his baseball cap and shades off and set them on the side of him. the first pose he covered his mouth and you made little peace signs. the second picture you copied him and both of you were covering your mouths. the third pose you cupped his chin and pecked a little kiss to his cheek. the fourth and last picture he placed a kiss on your temple. the photos came out so cute and you two exited the booth after he put his hat back on. you held his hand again as the two of you walked towards the spot. 

you two made it to the spot that overlooks the city and it was breathtaking, you were able to see all of the pretty lights from the skyscrapers lighting up the night sky. you let out a little happy sigh as you looked out to the city. heeseung stood behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you to himself and resting his chin on your shoulder. he was looking out at the city too and you both enjoyed some silence as you just took in each other's presence. 

“i wish everyday could be like this.” he admitted in a whisper. you nodded with a small little smile on your lips, “me too.” you whispered back and let your hands rest over his which were holding you close to him. “do you know why i asked you to do this with me?” he looked at you now and you turned your head to look at him, your back still against his chest. “because you want to do something normal?” you recalled the previous conversation.he let out a little laugh while nodding but turning you so you were facing him now. “well yes, but more importantly…” he pushed a strand of hair from your face that the wind blew in front of your eyes. “i want to be with you y/n. i wanted to know what it would feel like to call you baby and my girl. i want to be your boyfriend all the time, but we both know it isn’t that simple.” 

your eyes couldn’t help but widen as he admitted he liked you and your cheeks flushed because of his movements. you were stuck there looking at his face as he smiled so adoringly at you. “heeseung, i want to be with you too.” you said softly and your hands moved to rest on his arms. “i don’t care if it’s complicated or we have to hide it for now.” you moved in to be closer to him and he himself leaned into you a bit more. “can i kiss you?” he asked even though your faces were already so close. you didn’t even say anything just gave a little nod to indicate that it was okay. you felt his lips against yours, they were so soft and melded perfectly into yours. you returned the kiss and after a moment you both pulled back a little awe struck. you were in love with your best friend, and he was in love with you.

a/n: i know the pictures in the picture booth look nothing like either of you, but its just the pose references

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how about a petit reader like 1.53 or 5'0 (size difference) with keegan, ghost or konig?

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ❝ HI, SHORT STUFF. ❞

… in which you’re (much) shorter than they are.

FEATURING: simon “ghost” riley, könig (does he have a last name or anything???) & keegan p russ.

WARNINGS: suggestive per usual. daily dose of shameless keegan hornyposting

NOTE/S: as a relatively small girlie myself (5’5, so not as short but still not tall) this one makes me giggle. tee hee tall babies tall babies

★ SIMON “GHOST” RILEY.

✦ — He’s six foot four. Add on whatever height those boots give him, and he’s got a good foot and a half on you. It makes him even more intimidating in the beginning, because he’s just…a big guy. He’s loud and kind of scary and he’s just a fucking tank of a guy, all flat muscle and ridiculous height.

✦ — Once you two are…acquainted, physically…he sort of uses his size to his advantage. Not necessarily sexually. He’s quick to act as a human shield if anything is thrown your way. His first instinct when you two are in a crowded room is to shadow you, which is totally fine, but he’s enormous and so you can just sort of always see the edge of his silhouette in the tops of your peripherals.

✦ — You’re so much smaller than him, and beyond his usual hurt-my-troops-you-hurt-me demeanor, now you two are involved — and you’re so much smaller than him, and you’re so…little. You’re so little and it’s not that he thinks you’re weak but you’re so much smaller than him and most of the other people on the base. So when he sort of fights your battles for you, frets over you doing certain tasks on the field, et cetera, it’s not because he thinks you’re weak or incapable. He’s just…you’re so fucking short compared to everyone else. And he likes you. And you like him. And so he’s going to watch out for you even when it’s sort of pointless.

✦ — His public demeanor towards your size might be mildly annoying at times, but behind closed doors it’s a bit…different. Bringing up how overly protective he is of you results in a minor argument — when he finally lets slip that it’s partly because you’re so much fucking shorter than he is, you’re quick to argue that you’re just as capable as he is. You’re just as capable as anyone else on the base is.

✦ — He wants you to understand that he’s not coming from a place of total insanity. Most of the people on the base are guys, and they’re also usually over six foot. You’re a foot and then some shorter than almost everyone on the base. Physically, you’re at a disadvantage — and he proves that by picking you up under both arms and just…holding you there. He wants to show you that maybe he has a good reason to be “overly careful” with you. He cares about you, and you’re at such an obvious imbalance in a high-stress, rough working field.

✦ — Oopsie. Difference in size…mm. Mm. Suddenly, it seems less annoying and more arousing.

✦ — You stop complaining after you’re thrown back-first onto Ghost’s bed and the guy fucking blots out the ceiling because his shoulders are so broad and he’s tall enough to literally swallow you under his shape.

✦ — At some point, you stop complaining about Ghost being so physically overprotective of you. Actually, when there’s a crowd attending a debriefing, one of the soldiers swears that when Price mentions heavy artillery and Ghost sort of stances up behind you, a close shadow clearly unhappy with the idea of you manning the big guns, you reach back and pull his arm around your waist. Oh, and you seem to zone out looking at the way his hand is so much bigger under yours. That too.

★ KÖNIG WHATEVER THE FUCK HIS SURNAME IS.

✦ — Six foot ten. Six foot fucking ten. What the fuck? Why is he so tall? That’s almost seven feet. What the fuck? What the fuck?

✦ — He knows he’s tall. Obviously. He’s the kind of person to bully people with his height; if he’s involved in a heated argument, he’s no stranger to standing upright (he usually slouches) and sorry, but a seven-foot-tall man wearing an executioner’s mask, staring down at you from his colossal fucking height? You’re toast. Whoever he’s arguing with generally excuses themselves because dude, what the fuck? What the fuck. Hell no.

✦ — Keeping in mind that a lot of his men (and women) are on the taller side, you waltzing in at five feet tall almost makes him laugh. Because like, you’re short to everyone else, but everyone else is short to him. So you’re fucking tiny. He keeps calling you ameise, which you later learns means “ant”. He’s calling you an ant.

✦ — You’re a good soldier. In good fun, he’ll compare other soldiers to you; he’ll tell them that they’re being outshone by “eine kleine ameise”, which sort of pisses you off but you do remember that it’s a joke. Sort of. You are very short and you are outdoing other soldiers.

✦ — If/when you two get in a relationship, he’s keen to use his height against you. You go to find him in his office? He’ll stand up just so he can talk to you from two feet over your head. He’s leading a debriefing? He’ll make a point out of having you stand near him so that every time he straightens up, you have to deal with how fucking huge he is.

✦ — With his jests at your height, you often try to return the jokes. Every time he comes through a doorway, you rush over and ask if he needs ice for his forehead. Because, you know, he’s hitting his head constantly. Every time he’s on the field with you and you have to get in any sort of vehicle, you tell him that he’ll have to skip out on the ride because he’s too fucking tall to comfortably fit in the thing and putting him on the roof would make you guys an enormous target.

✦ — Your jokes sort of die down though when you’re pushed up against the wall, toes brushing the floor and breath shuddering. He’s got both forearms pinning your shoulders down and he’s pistoning his hips unfairly hard up into you and he’s sort of breathlessly laughing a wheezy cackle in your ear. “Why so quiet, meine kleine ameise? No words?”

★ KEEGAN P RUSS. THATS MY LAST NAME TOO BTW

✦ — He’s six foot one. So his height difference to you isn’t as excessive as the other two seen above, but…

✦ — He’s the most irritating about it. Probably. Because you’ll think everything is fine — he won’t think of you as any less, and he’s fully confident in your capabilities, et cetera — but the minute he gets you alone, the short jokes start. Is it chilly down there? Do you find the stairs too steep? A new truck came in this afternoon, but…well, it’s a little lifted, so you won’t be driving it. You’d only be able to get in with a step-stool — no way you’d be able to reach the pedals!

✦ — He’s insufferable. He’s fucking insufferable. It’s like you’ve opened up a Pandora’s Box of stupid fucking jokes that Keegan finds ridiculous. This shit gets genuine laughs from him. Maybe it’s the jokes or maybe it’s your reactions to them.

✦ — If/when you two are in a relationship, the jokes take a dirty turn. You’re trying to get in his pants? He’s biting his cheek and saying that he’s not sure he’ll fit, and you’re two seconds from slapping him. He makes random comments about how your knees will never turn red because you don’t even need to kneel in order to suck him off. Et cetera. Half the time the jokes go over your head and it takes you a good ten or fifteen seconds of being confused in order for you to realize that he’s making sex jokes at you. By that time, he’s usually turning away and biting back amusement.

✦ — He seems to take a great joy in bringing you stupid gifts. Ever the romantic; if you’re both scouting on a looser mission, he’ll pick you flowers. Specifically, though, he’ll pick you tiny flowers. Or, like, petals. He asks you to carry his rifle and walks behind you because apparently it’s the same height (or taller) than you are and it’s funny to watch. At one point, he gets his hands on a tiny model gun and he’s practically bursting at the seams to gift it to you as a “proper size gun”.

✦ — He knows he can make those jokes and get under your skin. He doesn’t care, though. When he’s laying in his barracks with you sitting on his stomach and jabbing him in the chest with that stupid toy gun, he’s just smirking like an idiot. He finds how easy you are to irritate so incredibly fun to mess with. He’s just sort of egging you on the whole time. “Yeah? I’m bothering you? I’m frustrating you?”

✦ — You’re still complaining and whining, so eventually he just starts flipping the script. He’s saying it’s so good you’re short because it makes it so much easier for him to flip you over and pin your shoulders down, and it makes it so much easier for him to wrap his arms around your mouth to keep you quiet when you two are tangled in his sheets at night with his teeth buried in your shoulder and his hips flush to yours, and you fit so nice and snug around him…

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can you please do enhypen with mirror above the bed sex 🫣🫣

omg anooon 😩😫🤞 (I only wrote for heyung line beacue thats what im comfortable with)

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ꕤ Heeseung...where do I even start? I think he would love it tbh, forcing you to look up at yourself getting fucked by him. "Don't you dare close your eyes baby, I want you to see how good I'm fucking you". I swear to goood. I think he also would like looking at himself while fucking into you, espacially in missonary. Why? Because he is so much bigger than you. So looking up at the mirror and visually seeing the size difference between the two of you? That's actually driving him insane. "See how small you are in comparison to me baby? Is my little baby able to take Hees big cock?" Yeah, he would definitely use the mirror to his advantage.

ꕤ I think Jay wouldn't be the one suggesting it tbh, but as soon as you mentioned that it would be exciting to have a mirror over the bed, he made sure to not waste a single day before putting it up. He loooves going down on you while you watch yourself in the mirror. "My sweet baby, do you like when you can see Jay taking care of you?" Jay just knows how good he is at eating pussy. Knowing just exactly where to use his tongue, making small circles on your clit while using his fingers to make it feel better for you. Him knowing that you look at yourself while he eats you out would turn him on soooo much, and beacuse of the mirror you see him everytime eating you out, dry humping his cock into the mattress while his mouth is on your pussy.

ꕤ Jake would be sooo annoying about it tbh. Have probably tried to talk you into the idea of having a mirror over the bed for moooonths. "Please baby, wouldn't it be so fun!" When you finally gave into the idea, oh it would be over for you. Like Heeseung, he loves fucking you while you watch yourself in the mirror. But, I actually think he would actually like to get his dicked sucked the most while looking at himself lmaoo. He would lay down on the mattress, his hand would be in your hair - guiding how you should suck him, all while looking at himself with the biggest smirk on his face. "Shit, oh just like that" "I wish you could see how good you are sucking my cock, princess".

ꕤ Ohhh, Sunghoon would be a dick. Unlike the others, the mirror would already be there. God he loves watching himself while fucking into you. Seeing how powerful and strong he looks manhandling you into hundred different positions. His favorite position is definitely doggy, seeing the way he rams into you is enough for him to fill your pussy up to the brim. His powermove would definitely be grabbing your neck from behind in doggy and using his strength to make you stand on your knees and lean on him, forcing you to look up at yourself getting fucked. "You see that kitten, you see how good my big cock fucks into your tight little pussy". He would be sooo mean, making you watch yourself cry from all his insults. "Is my poor little kitten crying, was Hoonie too mean to his little baby, hm?"