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Hello you amazing wonderful awesomely awesome person! I’m so madly obsessed with your work

Very curious on your thoughts on this: zombie apocalypse au

Do you think Jason and readers first meeting would be need to be more in a life threatening situation in order to stick or would they be able to meet in a calmer environment and stick together?

This isn’t a push for you to write any one shot! Just curious what you think and any additional thoughts or headcanons you might have for this au 👀

Tysm for continuing to put out awesome writing all the time!

The Death Stench

Ahh, asks like this is why I love taking requests!! Thank you, nonnie!! Seriously, so many great ideas come through my inbox that I never would have thought of myself! I was actually so excited when I finally sat down to write this. Sorry it took so long! :)

~1.4k words

Gotham has always been a cesspool of filth and rot. It's something Jason has long grown used to. But the hoards of groaning, decaying zombies are something he's still learning to live with.

It's been four– no, five months since the world fell apart, since the apocalypse broke down society. The government is in shambles, if it still exists, and Jason hasn't seen or heard another living person in weeks.

He thinks he owes his survival to whatever the pit did to him. The corpses that line the streets just seem to ignore him and shuffle past as he breaks into a little corner store for supplies.

It's why he's started to get complacent. It is so easy to not double or triple check your surroundings when the undead treat you like one of their own.

It's a fact he didn't realize until he's staring down the barrel of a gun and maybe the only other living, breathing person on Gotham.

He blinks at them. They blink at him. "You're not one of– you're alive," You half question, surprise and shock clear in their voice.

Jason slowly raises his hands, the last thing he wants to do is get shot when his medical supplies are dwindling, "I'm alive."

He stares at you for a minute, and you stare back before slowly lowering your gun, "I was here first."

He laughs. It's ridiculous. The world ended, he hasn't had a proper conversation in weeks, and you're trying to lay claim to a corner store in shambles. But, he steps back anyway and gestures to the ransacked aisles, "All yours then."

He quirks an eyebrow when you actually look panicked. "Wait," You start, and lower your gun completely, "I'm sorry, I just– haven't seen anyone in a while. I think I forgot how to talk to people."

You're both aware of the risk you took admitting that, to tell a stranger you're completely and utterly alone in this city, that there's no one waiting for you to return.

Jason has the overwhelming urge to make your risk worth it. He can't explain it, but he chalks it up to some form of loneliness.

So, he smiles at you, easy-going and every inch the charming grin that used to win over the old ladies at charity galas, "I haven't been around people in a while either. Maybe we can figure it out together?"

His heart stutters when you smile back, so clearly relieved. "I'd like that," You admit and holster your gun.

The two of you carefully pick through the store, and an uncertain but steady partnership forms between the two of you.

It takes some time, but he learns which shots you can make and which you can't. You learn which knee hurts him when he jumps over chain wire fences. You both learn to cover each other's blind spots, to trust each other to make decisions.

You haven't quite learned that zombies just don't seem to detect him, and he hasn't found a good way to bring it up, to explain that, 'Hey, I was dead and apparently I qualify as one of them. But don't worry! I won't eat you!'

Yeah, Jason figures you wouldn't be too comfortable with him sleeping near you if he said it like that.

He doesn't really get the chance to explain until he has to use his uncanny ability to blend in with rotting corpses to save your life.

It was supposed to be a normal supply run. Pick over what's left of a pharmacy and get out. Cut and dry. Something you've both done more times than you can count. Until it goes wrong.

He'd cleared the area, he'd been so careful, you both were. But you hadn't been lucky. It was no one's fault, when you open a cabinet and a skittish raccoon jumps out at you, sending you falling back.

The animal knocks over cans and boxes as it frantically scampers to get away. It's loud. Too loud.

The two of you froze, when the sounds of shuffling feet start to make their way to the door. Jason weighs his options, and the piece of his heart that had become undeniably yours won quickly.

He grabs your arm and hauls you to your feet. "C'mon," he mutters, dragging you towards a supply closet.

"We need to run," You say quickly, tugging at your arm and trying to push him towards the exit.

"We won't make it," he says firmly and shoves you into the tiny space. He follows you in and pulls the door shut. The door doesn't lock, and he reaches around you to grab an extension cable off a shelf.

"Jason," You half hiss, eyes wide as the groans start to get louder.

He shushes you, heart racing as he ties one end of the extension cord to the door knob, and the other to the metal poles of the shelf.

It's a start, but it wouldn't stop anything from breaking down the door. "Sorry," Jason mumbles. He returns your confused look with an apologetic one, and immediately crowds you against the wall.

He grabs the back of your neck to press your face to his chest. His other hand grabs at your hip, almost desperate. Jason realizes he hasn't been afraid in a long time.

He buries his face in your hair and silently wills you to understand. If he can keep them from getting your scent, hearing you, you'll be safe. He can protect you, he just needs you to stay like this, hidden and sheltered against the dirty wall of the closet.

He knows you can't begin to guess why he's doing this, but you don't make a sound. Your fingers curl into his jacket as the zombies shuffle around the pharmacy. Grunts fill the air as they pass by the door, and Jason feels you stiffen against him.

It's instinctual, when his thumb starts to rub back and forth across your hip. He wants to help, wants you to feel calm and safe even as the smell of death fills the air.

He's surprised when you do relax against him, tucking your face further into his chest. He's not sure how long you stay like that. His thumb never stills, and eventually, the sounds of undead fade, and he's left with just you.

Jason lets himself linger for a moment, savoring your closeness, before slowly untangling himself from you. "You're okay," he says softly, he means for it to be a question, but it comes out as a fact, a complete certainty that you are okay.

You look up at him, eyes wide, "How are we even alive? I've never seen– they've never just ignored people before."

He winces, "I'll– Let me explain. Please. Just not here." He deflates a little at the uncertainty that flashes across your face, but you nod and follow him back to the rooftop that's become his and your base.

He tries to explain, really, does his best to talk about the Pit, who he was, what he used to do. You never interrupt, you listen to every word he says as he lights a fire, methodically making food over the open flame.

You don't say anything as he admits the undead have never been interested in him, but you do let him sit next to you to eat.

He runs out of things to say, as the sun sets over a desolate Gotham. Jason thinks you're going to leave. Or ask him to leave. But you don't. You lean your head against his shoulder, and all the air leaves his lungs.

"I'm glad you're here, Jason," You tell him. And for the first time in a long time, Jason is too.

"I'm glad you're here, too," he echoes, and he hesitantly lowers his head to rest against yours. He breathes a sigh of relief when you don't move, only relax into his side.

Jason closes his eyes to bask in the moment, in being with you, and swears there's not a thing he wouldn't do to keep you like this. To keep you with him, to keep you happy, to keep you alive.

He thinks it might be the reason he's still breathing.

[sleepingdeath-light]

cat boy s/o hcs ; laios touden

requested by ; shadowsalone / pj simp anon (08/07/24)

fandom(s) ; dungeon meshi

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; laios touden

outline ; “dungeon meshi eh...?

General dating hcs and smut for Laios and perhaps a catboy!reader? 👀”

note ; first time writing for laios so this may be rather shaky in terms of his characterisation

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

being a person with nonhuman traits and dating laios touden is basically asking to have your biology and body language intensely studied and meticulously noted down — he’s mindful enough to not make a complete ass of himself and trample over your personal boundaries of course (you are his boyfriend and he does care about and respect you, after all), but sometimes he can’t help himself but bombard you with questions or just stare curiously at any visible feline features you have during the quieter moments of your journey

he has a whole separate notebook dedicated to the little things he finds out about you (dietary preferences and restrictions, body language tells, physical differences between you and a standard tallman like him, etc., etc.) — there are also some more personal notes in there too that are both flattering and adorable, but it’s mostly him making notes about your species while using you as his primary source of research

he thinks all of your non-human traits are absolutely adorable (even the ones that aren’t traditionally ‘cute’, like sharp teeth, cat-like eyes, and claws) and he is by no means afraid of letting you and anyone else in earshot know that

if your cat-like biology also impacts your diet then he and senshi will make sure that every meal you all eat as a group is completely safe for you to consume — it may take them a bit longer to gather and double check the available ingredients to make sure that you can actually ingest them without any side effects (there isn’t as much research done into what monsters are edible for felines as there is for other humanoids, much to his frustration), but it’s more than worth it in his eyes if it means getting to see your eyes light up as you enjoy his cooking and praise him for his efforts

if you’re comfortable with physical touch then you’ll rarely go more than a few hours without laios pulling you into his arms and holding you close: stroking your tail, playing with your hair, scratching behind your ears, squeezing the palms of your hands and watching in awe as your claws extend and retract in response, etc. — and this isn’t just something he does because he wants to cuddle with his boyfriend after a long day of fighting and eating monsters (physical touch may not be his main love language but he’s not completely opposed to it either), he also does it because being affectionate with you also happens to have the effect of completely calming him down and making him feel at ease and safe (yet another potential quirk of your feline side that he enjoys), which is something he hasn’t really felt since setting off on this journey to save his sister

and if you happen to purr like a cat? oh he won’t ever get enough of hearing that sound — and he will 100% try and test out the idea of that sound promoting healing in other creatures (it’s a good thing you love him, huh?)

90% of the time he’s able to keep his head on straight and doesn’t let his monster obsession get the better of him when he’s around you

… the other 10% of the time is another story

he’s rubbed the thin skin of your ears between his fingers while theorising about how much better your hearing must be than his (while he thought you were asleep, of course)

he’s combed his fingers through the soft fur of your tail, gently bending it to-and-fro as he quizzes you about its functionality and sensitivity

he’s woken you up in the middle of the night, his nose pressed gently against yours, so that he can watch your eyes adjust to the light, diligently writing about whatever it is he noticed

he’s walked by your side through floor after floor of the dungeon, showering you with questions about yourself and your kind that range from mortifying to endearing to expected — all asked as bluntly and excitedly as you’ve come to expect from your monster-obsessed s/o

he’s even offered you his hand to bite so that he can observe and experience the difference between your bite force and the marks you leave behind and his own — chilchuk and marcille both immediately spoke up to protest that particular experiment and insisted on you two keeping a sensible distance between yourselves from that point until your next rest

(naturally as soon as you all settled into your camp that night, when everyone else was distracted or already asleep, he brought it up to you again with just as much excitement and fascination as before — if not more)

he just… really finds you interesting, that’s all

[fandomfluffandfuck]

S, I'm beginning you please write something about the new videos of Sebastian in the Gym. I need some smutty M/F action because I'm going ferral for those images 😩

related to all the content coming from Don's social media about Seb's return to the gym mafia

I already have a ton of requests to get to--which I do love, it's wild to have people want my writing so much, like, what the hell--and normally I get to them based on who's been waiting the longest but... the Seb content is so recent, I just have to get down with this 👀

(And I promise if you're not into x reader content, we'll get back to regularly scheduled programming soon! It just so happens that I got two x reader requests so soon after opening my ask box fully again.)

gif made by @/unearthlydust

Between the few moments it takes for the sound of keys jingling to register in your brain, hitting your ears muffled from outside, and the short time it takes for you to walk from your miniature modestly sized NYC apartment living room to the entryway, Sebastian has managed to unlocked the door, slide into your home, and... sit himself on the floor, apparently.

His head is reclined back, resting on the wall. Conversely, his legs are folded up, knees bent, his arms resting on them. He has yet to attempt to start to take his shoes off. Clearly, he walked in--or maybe he crawled, you muse to yourself, smirking--and immediately put himself down on his ass.

A chuckle leaves you at the sight of him. But, there's more breath contained in the amusement-colored sound than you'd like to admit. As you tilt your head down to take him in, you excuse your stare with a question, "Don work you over good, baby?"

You stare more while he thinks about his answer, processing, clearly frazzled from whatever mild torture Don put him through this time, not just working out but working out on film, meaning they stopped and started and stopped and started and had to refilm sets and probably ended up doing double the work planned. He took a long time today.

You saw him when he left, but the sight of Sebastian is much different now when his shirt is soaked through with sweat, the thin, breathable fabric clinging obscenely to the hard, lean shape of his body. His collar, err, the collar of his shirt is more stretched than you remember, exposing just a taste of his collarbones. Something in you whispers salaciously to pull it down more until you hear the seams start to give way so you can drag your teeth against the sharp lines of his collarbones, leave him gasping, so you can smooth your lips down the defined line between his pecs and feel his heart start to pound as if he's back on the treadmill. He must've been pulling at his shirt collar, dying to get out of his clothes, too hot. He probably even stripped himself out of it at some point. The thought makes you shift your weight where you stand from one foot to the other, cocking your hip, barely resisting the urge to cross your legs and squeeze your thighs together, thinking of, picturing really, all his tanned, smoothed skin, his muscles seemingly more defined after each session with Don. More and more firm under your teasing fingertips.

From your place a few feet away, looming, you watch him swallow. The rolling, contracting motion of his throat unfolding in slow motion, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Seb?" You have half the mind to prompt him again, your lips curling into a wider smirk despite yourself, preoccupied.

You're beginning to feel like a cat toying with a mouse...

"Yeah, yeah," he murmurs, swallowing again, thunking his head back against the wall slightly as if to wake himself up. His hair is damp and wavy from the session, the texture fighting against his cut and style, frizzing up as if it wants to play, too.

He's so fucking cute.

Unbearably attractive and cute.

Sitting down there, his chest isn't exactly heaving, but he's not casually breathing either; still sweaty and flushed, his body is clearly begging for oxygen, leaving him at its mercy to completely fill and empty his lungs. As his chest expands, your eyes can help but wander down to the outline of his nipples through his clinging, painted-on, almost transparent shirt; they're hard and pointed, right there high on his pecs, so exposed.

Drawn in, you take a step closer to him, dragging your teeth over your bottom lip. Your boyfriend, spontaneously becoming a puddle on your floor... oh, no, whatever will you do?

"Don's gonna kill me someday," Sebastian finally manages, adding on, "I'm so tired," and host-to-god pouting up at you. Then, as if that isn't enough, he blinks at you. Those big eyes. If you didn't know better, you'd suspect he was batting those eyelashes at you. You do know better. You know he is.

Even when he's turned to liquid, too hot, too melted and tired, he's a tease. Brat, maybe, is a better word...

At least you don't mind soaking him up. Mopping him up? Either way, between the two of you, there's something there, something ironic about the way he melts, turns to molten liquid, anyone else would expect it'd be you, getting wet, and... yeah. A wider grin splits your mouth. You don't care if you look a little predatory, perhaps unhinged with desire. It's Sebastian's fault. Coming home. Sitting there. Looking like that. He's a sitting, slouching duck.

Realistically, he needs a shower. He's sweaty, and he smells like more than deodorant and laundry, how he did when he left, but you don't give a shit. You know what you need.

"I don't wanna get up," he huffs, hiding his hopeful smile by licking his too pink lips as you prowl another step closer.

Goddamn.

Again, you step closer, coming to stand in front of him. Standing over him.

"Then don't," one of your eyebrows creeps up, a challenge and raising an expression that makes you look imposing. You know it does simply by the way Sebastian reacts to you--his muscles relaxing even more, slouching into the wall a little more, his breathing getting just a touch heavier. He's so statifyingly easy.

A sigh slips out of his statically parted lips--the cherry on top.

"Too tired to get up?" You ask, "poor guy, stuck on the floor, hmm? Your muscles all sore, helpless andd--" your teasing words trail off as you move, gracefully moving into action, tapping his left wrist where it's balanced on his left knee with the pads of your fingers, patiently waiting not long at all for him to allow his sneaker-covered feet to slide odediently across the wooden floor. It leaves his legs straight, spread into an easy v.

Perfect.

You step neatly over him with one foot, positioning yourself to get into his lap without fret. Settling in easy as anything. You've had plenty of practice here. Still, he gasps when the back of your thighs and ass make contact with his body, separated by your own clothes and his soft, blue shorts. He's already hard. You can feel the heated line of him, pressing insistently against you. A deeper curl of heat hooks into you, pulling you toward him, letting your hands rest on his broad shoulders.

"--what ever are we gonna do about your delicate condition?" You pick up where you left off, cocking you head to the side at the same time that you lift a deft hand to cup his jaw, petting along it's sharp cut, "what ever am I gonna do about it?" You think out loud, correcting yourself.

Sebastian let's out a shuddering exhale.

"No thoughts?" You tease, gripping his cleft chin insistently. Not tightly, but firm.

"N-no," he concludes, even though you can feel him squirming underneath you, hardly reining himself in from grinding up against you. He wants something. But he's not going to ask for it, he likes it better when you decide what to do with him anyway.

"Hmm," you take a moment to really think, still struck by how attractive he is. Even gym-sweaty and a little gross--especially gym-sweaty. It's a good fucking look.

Inspiration strikes.

You let your hands fall from his face, relishing inside at the soft sound he makes, so weak for your touch, and instead blaze a path down his throat to his collarbones that wing out into his shoulders, down his arms, then back up.

"I ever tell you how handsome you are?" You look up from where your fingertips catch on his shirt sleeves.

Immediately, the bridge of Seb's nose is red, back to that post-gym glow and then some. Underneath you, his strong thighs tense, reacting viscerally to the praise. Enjoying.

You huff something of a laugh. He's just so precious. "Is that a no?" Your hands keep moving in parallel with your lips, exploring him all over again; he's spread out just for you, so you might as well. Jesus. You can't resist squeezing his arms as you scoot higher on his lap, really pressing your hips together as you feel him up, his muscles still pumped and hard after use. "'Cause you are, you're gorgeous," the words come out rougher around the edges than you mean, something snapping, arousal igniting from sparks to a smolder.

As red as he already was, his color flushes darker, eyes darting away. Shy.

"You're so fucking handsome, so pretty," you bring your squeezing hands up, pressing into his muscle enough to make the ache in them resurface as you take ahold of his shoulders.

Another noise bubbles up from Sebastian's chest, both a reaction to the words and to the sensation. He's always enjoyed pleasure with an edge--if not a soft, throbbing ache than outright pain. Sharp and overwhelming, stealing his breath, leaving him without the ability to focus on anything but how good it feels. How much it hurts. How hot and irresistible it is. Between lapping waves, pulses, of heat low inside you, you feel Sebastian getting hotter, too. Parallel. His dick twitches beneath you.

You feel wicked.

You haven't even done anything yet! Just told him the truth. And it makes you dangerous, knowing so much truth and being unafraid to say it to him. To pull each reaction, so sensitive, out of him without mercy.

"I can't believe it sometimes, y'know, honey?" You slip your hands down his back, hot between the wall and his shapely trapezius muscles, his well-sculpted shoulder blades, the line of his spine, and farther. The smoothed muscles of his back, sides, and chest m strain as his lungs expand, sucking in air, feeding the fiery combustion you know is thriving in his gut.

You reach the small of his back and push into the curve of his spine until he arches with you, falling against your chest. His lips brush your chest just below your collarbone, high above your breasts, but you feel your nipples tighten anyway.

"Yeahh," you sigh, letting your head fall back with the weight of your skull, "'s unbelievable."

His humid breath soaks through your clothes, nuzzling into you. God, you wish you fucking took your clothes off before you got into his lap because, Jesus Christ, how are you going to leave now? Your hips buck down against the line of his erection, and your hands dig into his sore muscles harder.

"Oh!" He exclaims in a sharp exhale.

Just for that, heated, you roll your hips more intentionally against him. Just a few times. You know you both have the same thoughts crowding your minds, dirty--the last time you did something like this. Except, last time, his arms were spread, wrists tied back to the headboard, back to the sturdy frame, sitting up with you in his lap, bouncing, your tits in his face, in his mouth, his wet tongue and soft lips and sharp teeth, his sweet sounds muffled as you took pleasure from him. His cock deep inside you, curved and thick.

Now, easily, he curls forward to give you space to touch him. Eagerly wilting or blooming, you can't say, too distracted. Either way, he surrenders so beautifully.

"I look at you, and, mmhh," you clench your thighs around his waist, tight, when he kisses the hollow of your throat lushly, almost panting into what he can reach of your skin, "I-I'm pretty sure I'm losing my goddamn mind because nobody just looks like that."

Speaking of, you already miss his stupidly attractive face, and so, without hesitation, your fingers thread themselves into his thick, wavy hair and peel him off of you, your heat fuzing you together. He goes with a silent moan, mouth hanging open.

"Yeah, look at that face," you tell him, tipping your head down to stare openly, directly, hungrily, tugging at his hair. The way his eyelids droop heavily, shadowing his darkened eyes, is wildly attractive, lulled so effectively by the praise and light pain. Not even pain, just sting. Again, you've not done anything. Barely anything, yet...

Oof.

Here he is, drunk on it.

Yet another hit of electricity strikes you, leaving you rocking in his lap, grinding minutely against him, as slow as the ache inside you can take. The smoldering embers start to crackle. Fanned and growing.

"Fuck believing it," you purr at him, now dragging your nails against his scalp so he shivers with the tingling, teasing sensation, the sting much stronger now, "I can't take it," your other hand smooths down his chest, feeling the well-earning, hard muscles. "It's not good for me, Seb. You have too much pretty, baby." He makes a wanton sound that embarrasses him more, judging by the way he quivers and lets go of another helpless, punched-out gasp.

As a reward, you circle one of his nipples with your thumb. He shivers harder. Pleasured and teased. Then, worse, you grind harder, your insides knotting up. Tightening. You can feel the sticky wetness of your arousal really beginning to dampen your panties. You're both going to need a shower after this.

"I don't know how we get anything done," you sigh," letting go of his hair to massage his chest muscles, just this side of harsh, you want him to feel the tender ache.

A murmur of your name falls from his open lips after he licks them, leaving them shiny and too alluring. The desire to sit on his face rises inside you so intensely it's fucking violent. You want.

Fuck.

Flames crackle and dance through your body. Hot. Deep. Echoing and making you feel the heat again and again.

"Doesn't matter what you're wearing, what you're doing. But, ugh, God, when you're in pre-production mode," indulging yourself, you wriggle, restless with the erotic images flashing through your mind's eye, "working out and--" a sighing, hot noise falls out of you, letting the rest of your sentence fall away, distracted again. Reminded of how he looks right now. Today. Underneath you. "You look like a statue, you know that?"

He peeks up at you through his lashes, biting his bottom lip and, fuck, what're you supposed to do but go for blood? As much as you want him to believe every word, there's something about the shyness, too... that big-eyed, unsure, but oh-so trusting stare. It's like a dagger of erotism straight through the heart. A deadly weapon, you swear, those eyes, cutting you open and filling you with molten desire.

Fingers teasing his nipples, circling, rubbing, pinching you let his breathless sounds underscore more praise, "you look like you belong in a museum with a special plaque, just for you, begging people to mind their manners and not touch."

"I don't--" he half-chokes, half-wines.

"You do," you insistently flick one of his nipples, showing your teeth when he really, actually whines. "It's not their fault, though, Seb. Is it?"

Obediently, he shakes his head just once. Hard. Barely able to look away from you for a moment, even if it's just to answer you.

"One look at you, and they forget themselves, don't they?" You kiss his high, sharp cheekbone, relishing in his blushing, feverish heat. "They just want a piece of you. They'd touch and grope and eat you up if they could. I mean, fuck, just look at yourself, baby--"

He looks down. You know all he sees is your hands on him, you in his lap, you don't mind. Still, you coo at him, "good boy." If for nothing else than to feel his heart beat wildly against your palms feeling up, groping, massaging his chest. His heart working hard to surge lust-thick blood to his cock. He must be aching worse than you are. All you can think about is how wet you're getting, how tight your chest feels, how much you want to touch yourself and, goddamnit, you know what-?

Arching your back--growing hotter with his hoarse groan of desire, his gaze heavy on your tits--you manage to tear a hand off of Sebastian's body. Instead of him, you put it on yourself, sliding your fingers down, down, down from under your boobs to your stomach and lower. Caressing yourself.

Sebastian's breathing speeds up, his eyes locked onto your every move. Fervently watching despite the fact that you're fully clothed. The attention is heady.

Finally, arriving at your destination--slowly, teasingly, you slide your hand beneath the waistband of the fabric entrapping you, seperating your bodies so thinly and yet so devastatingly, too. So close. So far.

Under your shorts and panties, you can really fucking feel how hot you are for this. For him. So aroused it's humid. Sticky, wet heat. You feel it, and Sebastian hears it--the second you start to touch yourself, the lewd sounds announce it. Both the tempting noises of your fingers sliding down your pulsing, swollen slit, finding where you're soaked to bring the slickness up and rub tight circles around your clit, electric, lush, and the ripped-out noise of a moan.

Oh, God.

Your fingers tease yourself, touch yourself, and press against your clit, stealing your own breath from your lungs. Rather than clenching your thighs around his solid waist, you let your legs spread wide, easing a gratifying, punched-out moan from Seb.

Your breath catches as you think of what it'd be like if were naked right now, he'd see everything, the rhythm of your fingers as you pleasure yourself, the sight of your pussy, wet and hot and plump, aching for him, so ready. Without clothes, you could spread yourself wider, too. Show him more. Then, it'd be so easy for him to slide into you, too. It'd feel so good. Thick and, "mmmmguh," you moan, wordless. Pressing harder, grinding against your hand more than you grind down against him, pleasure ramping up.

Sebastian has started to pant harshly, interrupted by stuttered starts and stops of words. Probable begs to be allowed to touch you inside or choked-off wishes to fuck you. Feel you around him--his fingers, his cock, anything.

Anything.

Abruptly, too horny to stau put together, you think about his abs. Yeah. The way his abdomen goes taut and hard with the jerk of his hips, muscles flexing, and then your thoughts spiral further. Thinking. Thinking. Thinking about being wet and slipping and sliding, grinding against his stomach, above his cock, taking pleasure but giving nothing to him. Relishing in how he arches and pleads under you, pushing into you--folding against you. He doesn't get anything while you get everything. Controlling him. Gorgeous and strong and all. Leaving him so hard and engorged, the veins in his cock emboldened, the throb of his pulse when you finally take him inside of you, clenching, moaning through your gritted teeth, feeling it as he fucks you, pushing back, taking more of it, taking it--

Your eyes open, only now aware they were shut in the first place. Now could you? You just have to look at him.

You're so hungry you can't resist sliding your fingers down and pressing one, then two inside yourself. Quick. You're so wet. Soaked. Fingering yourself faster, you cry out, bucking against your own hand to catch the heel of it, needing pressure on your clit as the heat of your orgasm builds deep inside you. Tight. Hot. Pleasure knotting up deep inside you and making more wetness drip out of you. Your panties might as well be ruined. You don't care; you want it even while your thighs quiver.

"Seb!" You moan, squirming as he stares, eyes glued between your legs, watching you as if you are naked, so seduced by how you've put yourself on display, unable to stop the show now that you're so far in, so deeply effected by him, his pretty face and unreal body. Sebastian, Sebastian, Sebastian, your mind reels. "L-look at me," you gasp, as much of an order as you can manage when you're so close.

He does.

You moan.

"Th-that's it, sweetheart," he couldn't blush harder if he tried, "that's it, lemme see all that face, oh, oh God," your nails bite into his hip, needing something, anything to hold onto as it builds up, it builds, and builds, it's coming! Coming--breaking.

Breaking.

Tripping over his name and falling into more praise, "guh-god, you're so fucking pretty, I, mmmgh, I, fucking, fuck, I can't stand it. You're so hot. Jesus, Seb, do you know what you do to me? L-look at me and wh-what you do to, to me, oh, Seb!"

You orgasm wetly. Loudly. Wailing through gritted teeth. Body shuddering--shattering in clenching waves.

Ohh.

The look on Sebastian's face when you finally manage to rip your eyes open again--the overwhelming sensations slowly fading despite your chest still heaving from your release--is devastating. He looks drunk. Dumbfounded. Stupid in the best way.

All over again, you quiver. That expression, so thick with lust, dives down, hitting you straight between the legs--combining, deadly, with the sensitive last dregs of your orgasm, leaving your toes curling.

It's so goddamn arresting that all you can do is steal your hand from between your legs, fingers glistening, sticky wetness dripping down your palm toward your wrist, and hold it out toward him.

An offering.

One that he takes sweetly, mouth is hot and wet, velvety, around your fingers. Sucking. Licking. Groaning at your taste, swallowing, and taking it deep into him.

Breathy, you ask, "are you recovered enough to join me in the shower?"

As you tease with your words, you can't be bothered to be coy any other way, so you shove your fingers deeper into his lush mouth. He doesn't choke, but his eyes water regardless. And the sound that comes out of him, muffled and broken, might've been a sob.

Aw.

You can't resist when he cries, pleading and worked up so hard. Guh.

If you made it to the end, thanks for reading, lmao 😘

[dentiststoothfairy]

Omg okay, okay...idv character with a s/o who's really bad at showing emotions with their face, so they always have something with them, like a mask with the right emotion or paper with a smiley on it!

Like, they can't smile, so they get a sheet of paper out of their pocket and draw a little smile on it!

Maybe with Norton (bc i love this man omg) OR your fave idv character? I would be interested in who you like 👀🌟

Also stay hydrated and enjoy your day/night 💕

[𝙺𝙴𝙴𝙴𝚅𝚅𝙸𝙸𝙽𝙽𝙽 😍😍 𝚂𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙰 𝙷𝙾𝚁𝚂𝙴 𝚁𝙸𝙳𝙴 𝙰 𝙲𝙾𝚆𝙱𝙾𝚈 𝙰𝙼 𝙸 𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃, 𝙻𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙴𝚂? 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙼𝙰𝙽 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝚂𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙼𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝚈𝙳𝙰𝚈- 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚜𝚑. 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝. ]

🍩 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥 🍩& 🤠𝐊𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐲𝐮𝐬𝐨 / 𝐀𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐨 🤠

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐬/𝐨

🍩 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥 🍩

Honestly that's fucking genius.

He has a pretty hard time expressing his emotions himself. Whether he's feeling angrier or whether he's feeling apathetic or the rare silliness...

So, the first time you two met- you both probably assumed the other was an asshole. But uh, EVIDENTLY THAT DIDN'T LAST.

He's always double checking whether or not you're comfortable with shit. That little notepad you have is a GOD SENT.

Honestly? He probably steals your tactic. He scribbles a little '🖕' middle finger emoji for people he doesn't like.

"How did the match go Y/N?"

" 😞"

"Awh.."

That's basically your dynamic. It's really fucking cute actually.

Yeah, Freddy thought it was strange but Norton shut that mother fucker right up. (Literally)

If you ever lost your papers? He'd go out of his way to get you more. These SAVE him and you. So, he's absolutely cool with that.

🤠 𝐊𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐲𝐮𝐬𝐨 / 𝐀𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐨 🤠

Honestly? He was a little confused at first.

He probably didn't even realise you were carrying a paper at first. He was just staring at your face as his expression slowly morphed to one of unease as your expression didn't change at all-

Once you gestured down to your paper- OH HE SIGHED WITH SUCH RELIEF! He thought he made you uncomfortable!

He doesn't mind it at all! Whatever helps you out. In fact, if it helps you communicate? He'd rather you use it then be left without it.

He actually finds it pretty interesting. That is pretty damn inventive. He wouldn't of thought of anything like that honestly.

He's always making sure you've got the supplies you need. Is your marker running out of ink? Do you have enough paper? Are you good?

He finds it so endearing as well. It's charming!

[avatarmerida]

Hypothetically. How do you think willows dads would react to meeting hunter (either before they get together or after) 👀

They had been on two dates. Well, two official certified dates. Hunter wasn’t sure what counted as a date. Was it anytime they were alone together? What about double dates? Did it have to be for a certain amount of time? Did certain activities not qualify?

But Willow referred to it as “going out” and “dating”, which made him think of a endless date. So he treated every encounter like it was a date, just in case.

In his research, he found common things that often composed a successful date: the way you greeted each other, the way you said goodnight, the amount of eye contact you maintain were all important factors. So, he made sure that every time he saw Willow, he greeted her with a gift. The books suggested flowers, which Willow adored of course, but he didn’t want it to get boring so sometime it was flowers and other times it was patch or a hair clip or a drawing of a wolf.

Willow tried to tell him it wasn’t necessary, but she didn’t try very hard because she did love being showered in gifts. Hunter thought it was more than a fair trade, because no matter what gift he gave her she reacted as though he had given her the moon. She would show everyone and gush about how sweet her boyfriend was and Hunter surely would get the moon of he could hear her say that everyday.

Hunter had never been a boyfriend before, and wanted to ensure he was doing his absolute best. He composed a list of steps and topics that usually arose in a relationship and would check off each step as they want no matter how small, tracking their progress.

There was one in particular he kept putting off.

So that’s how he found himself at Willow’s door, more dressed up than he had ever been in his life. He had let Darius take control, picking out his outfit and styling his hair to ensure he was the spitting image of a perfect boyfriend. He stood at the door for what felt like ages, begging his arm to raise so he could knock and announce his presence. But he was frozen, realizing that right now was the last time he could imagine what it be like. Soon he would know, and according to all the books this could make or break their relationship.

He didn’t need to knock on the door as Willow soon swung it open dramatically, delighted to see him.

“I thought I saw you out here,” she giggled. “Were you trying to scare me or did you come all the way here just to stare at my front door?”

“Oh, no! No, of course not I uh well these are for you,” he said first and foremost, handing her the small bouquet. “I just uh... was stopping because well uh...do you remember the other day when we were talking about things that people do when they’re... uh romantically involved?”

“I do,” she said. She has stopped correcting him to call it “dating’’ as his terminology had really grown on her. She was a fairly big fan of him saying something was romantic.

“Well there was one at the end that really stood out to me, and I said that I didn’t know if I was ready but... I am now.”

Willow’s eyes lit up. “Are you... are you sure?” She asked, excitement swirled her voice. She tried not to let it show too much to ensure he gave her an honest answer, but she couldn’t helped but be biased right now.

Hunter nodded. “I don’t know if I’ll be good at it but I really like you and... I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t kind of looking forward to it. It kind of make me nervous but I’ve been thinking about it a lot. Like... a lot.”

“Well I really like you too.” She said, playing with her braid. “And I’ve been thinking about it a lot too.”

“So you don’t think it’s too soon?” He asked, wiping his hands on his dress pants, her response relieving him somewhat. “Because if you’re uncomfortable I can always come back a different time and I-.”

“Right now sounds perfect.”

Hunter gave her a big dopey grin and took a small step forward. Willow looked up at him breathlessly, she moved the flowers she held to her side so they wouldn’t get crushed as the space between them lessened. She was thankful Hunter looked just as flustered as she imagined she did, standing so close together. But she loved it. She gently placed her free hand on his cheek and closed her eye as she brought herself onto her tip toes to kiss him. She moved slowly as to not crash into him, but it felt almost impossible.

She could tell Hunter seemed taken back at first, she heard him inhale sharply through his nose as though he had forgotten how to breath. But soon enough his tenseness left him and he bent down a tad so it was easier to kiss him. He placed a hand on her shoulder to steady himself before placing it on her jawline to mirror her.

“Well, that’s one way to answer the door I suppose,” came a voice from behind them.

Hunter instantly broke away, taking a grand step back as Willow turned around to see her fathers standing in the doorway. Their arms were crossed as they normally were when she was in trouble, but they faces didn’t hold the usual disapproval.

“Dad! Papa! What are you-.”

“We’re answering the door,” replied Harvey with a littler smirk. “But it looks like you beat us to it. This must be the famous Hunter I take it?”

“Oh well I sure hope so,” laughed Gilbert, jabbing his husband in the ribs who offered a chuckle.

Hunter looked utterly modified, Willow had never seen his face so red. She was worried he might pass out for a second.

“N-nice to meet you sirs,” said Hunter loudly, looking like a lost baby deer, as he stuck his hand out to greet them. They both shook his hand as Willow stood between them slightly confused. Hunter looked like he was sour to pass out.

“Nice to officially meet you too, son,” said Harvey. “We were so glad to have gotten your message, we have many questions.”

“I’m sure I’ll be happy to answer all of them!”

“We’ll see about that,” said Gilbert in a low voice before heading back inside.

“Luckily we have all night to take about your relationship with our daughter.” added Harvey as he walked inside as well, trying not to burst into laughter as he took the flowers from Willow. “I’ll put these in some water for you dear.”

Willow walked back to Hunter who finally managed to exhale when her dads were out of sight.

“So... when you said you were nervous about something, you were talking about... meeting my dads?”

Hunter nodded.

“Oh, so when you were leaning in, you were-.”

“-ringing the doorbell,” he finished. “The books all say it’s proper etiquette.”

“Oh,” said Willow remembering now that they had talked about that too, but she had brought up their first kiss many times, mostly to see how red the tips of his ears got. She thought her not so subtle hints had worked. “Sorry about that.”

“Oh no no no no please don’t be sorry!” Said Hunter frantically. “That was the total opposite of sorry! It was great! I mean, I’m uh... t-thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she said shyly. “Well, hope you don’t mind reaching two milestones in one night.”

“Well, there’s nothing wrong with being a head of schedule,” he laughed, erasing her embarrassment.

“Yeah, I guess that means we can move the engagement up.”

Hunter looked as though he was going to explode. “What?”

“Oh no no no I’m joking, I’m joking,” assured Willow, as she took his hands in hers and held them tightly. “Do not mention that to them!”

“Well now it’s all I can think about!” Hunter spiraled as he started to sweat.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Willow repeated. “Just pretend I didn’t say anything!”

“Am I just supposed to pretend like I don’t wanna marry you?” Hunter shut his mouth as soon as the words left. His mind raced with how to recover but he could not find a way. The only way out now was to die on their doorstep, but he didn’t want to be such an inconvenience. “I mean... I don’t not want to-.”

“Now who’s the one skipping steps?” she laughed and he joined her, taking a deep breath and calming down. “How about you start with telling them how awesome I am? They’ll like that, they’ll probably take credit for that.”

“Literally all my talking points revolve around that.”

“Good,” she smiled. “I mean, first impressions aren’t everything, right? The first time we met, I dragged you out the sky with a vine and look at us now! This was just a cute misunderstanding. This will just be a funny story they can tell at our wedding.”

“Okay, I just stopped thinking about it and now it’s back again,” groaned Hunter. Willow giggled and apologized, but he could tell she wasn’t really all that sorry. She took his hand and went to lead him inside but he pulled her back gently.

“Hey wait, uh do you think we could maybe... do it again?” Hunter asked bashfully “Ya know, just because I wasn’t prepared to the first time and I want to be... I mean I don’t want you to think... but I think it would be nice if-.”

“Of course,” Willow responded, standing back in front of him. She closed her eyes and waited, allowing him to set the pace this time. He placed his hands on the side of her face, remembering once she had done that to him claiming she could hold the whole world in her hands. It felt right, it felt terrifying and delicate and wonderful, but most of all it felt right.

Hunter gulped and took a deep breath before carefully and slowly leaning down to her. She was trying not to smile but a small smile still shone in her pursed lips.

Before he could meet her lips, a loud cough from behind her stopped him dead in his tracks. He looked up in horror to see her dads had returned to the scene, most likely to see what was taking them so long. Hunter was frozen with his hand still on the sides of Willow’s face whose eyes had also opened wide in horror.

“Will you two be joining us for dinner or would you like us to reschedule around a time that works better for you and your kissing calendar?”

[imtrashbutcute]

I have a request... 🥺

sooo y/n wins a fancall with seonghwa and jokingly gives him their number, but hwa actually messages them later 👀 please make it smutty if possible 🩷 thank you for your hard work 🙆🏻‍♀️

AAAAAAAAA thank you so much for this request!! I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you enjoy reading

Need some help with that?

Pairing: Park Seonghwa (ATEEZ) x reader

Genre: smut with a little fluff

Warnings: MDNI, swearing, mentions of phone sex, mentions of using sex toys, oral sex (male receiving and implied female receiving), public sex (kind of?? it's in a practice room)

Word count: 3436

Who knew that such an embarrassing moment would lead to something like this?

After double-checking the audio on your computer and ensuring that your camera was set up correctly, you let out a shaky sigh. You were practically restless since you got the email that you won a slot for the upcoming ATEEZ fansign. You had been a fan of theirs since they debuted and had supported them through all the crazy moments they’d gone through. 

A sound came from your computer, letting you know that your video call with the members was going to start in just a couple of minutes. Nervously, you wiped your hands on your skirt. These eight men had been an anchor for you during some of your hardest moments in life and now you were about to meet them. Words couldn’t even express the gratitude and respect you had for them. 

You saw your screen change from the waiting screen to the loading screen before Mingi popped up. Seeing his wide grin eased some of your anxiety as the two of you chatted back and forth for a couple minutes. It felt so natural talking to him, almost like you two had been friends for years. He thanked you as you moved on to the next member. 

***

You were about ready to crawl into a ball and disappear into the void, never to see the light of day again. You were for sure going to be banned from ever entering a fansign again, perhaps even from attending a concert. 

Out of complete nervousness, you, for some reason, blurted out your phone number to Seonghwa. You were sure he thought you were utterly delusional and you made him uncomfortable. He kept looking away as you told him it. So clearly, he was uncomfortable. You weren’t entirely sure what had possessed you to do it. It just spilled out. 

After the call had ended, you ended up texting your friends about it since they were eagerly waiting to hear how it went. You didn’t want to tell them, though. It was incredibly embarrassing and you were ready to take it to your grave. However, knowing these friends, they’d probably be more impressed than anything. Sending them a quick text, you plug your phone into its charger before curling up under your blankets and trying to sleep your embarrassment away.

***

“Hyung, are you sure this is a good idea? I mean, you only met her for a few minutes. And what if it’s not even her number?”

Seonghwa had put (y/n)’s number in his phone as soon as the last fancall ended and was now staring at the text box as he tried to think of a message to send. He didn’t know why, but he was actually a little hopeful about texting her. Maybe it was because it seemed like she didn’t intentionally tell him it but like it happened more out of nerves. 

“I’ll be careful.”

Jongho sighed as he pulled out his own phone. “If the company finds out, they’re not going to be happy about this.”

“Well,” Seonghwa hummed, “I don’t plan on telling any of them. Do you?”

Jongho shook his head.

“Just make sure it’s actually her before you get invested.”

***

After what felt like 30 minutes, you were startled awake from your stress nap by your text ringtone. It was dark outside, indicating that you had been asleep for a few hours. You feel around for your phone before your hand lands on it. Turning it on, you have to squint as the light blinds you. You notice the 100+ messages from your friends. 

“I’ll respond to them in a bit” you mutter as you glance up to see a message from an unknown number. ‘No way. I have to still be dreaming.’

[Unknown number]: Hey, I hope that this is actually your number and not a prank. 

You scramble to sit up in your bed. “What the fuck? Holy shit, there’s no way this is actually happening right now.” Your hands were shaking as you tried to type out a response but your thumbs keep missing the keys you want to hit. 

[Unknown number]: This is (y/n) from the fansign event, right?

[y/n]: Hi, yeah, this is the right number. Sorry, I’m just a little surprised you’re actually messaging me.

While yes, you may have spontaneously blurted out your phone number to him, you knew you weren’t delusional enough to think he would actually message you. There was no way your friends would believe you if you told them you were texting THE Park Seonghwa of ATEEZ. As fellow K-pop fans, they knew how strict companies typically were when it came to using their phones and having contact with someone outside of their team or their family. 

[Park Seonghwa]: I understand. I will say, that took some guts for you to give me your phone number. 

[y/n]: haha yeah, I’ll admit, it was kind of a spur-of-the-moment idea.

[Park Seonghwa]: well, it’s nice to meet you in a little less official way.

[y/n]: it’s nice to meet you as well! 

After chatting a bit more to get to know each other, the two of you parted ways for the night. Deciding to respond tomorrow to your friends, you placed your phone on the table next to your bed and promptly fell asleep, albeit in a much better mood this time.

***

It had been a few months since the two of you had started dating and almost a year since you became friends. If you were being honest, you wouldn’t have traded it for the world.  Seonghwa was the kindest and most supportive boyfriend you could’ve asked for. There were times when you felt like you couldn’t even reach his level, but he always managed to ease those fears, making you feel like the most beautiful, amazing girlfriend in the world. 

After a month or so of your friendship with him, he finally introduced you to his members. They had been incredibly supportive and welcoming which had meant the world to you. The nine of you had quickly become close friends.

It was maybe four months after that when you realized you may have actually had feelings for Seonghwa. Sure, you had always found him attractive. It was kind of hard not to. However, this was past the point of just admiring his looks. Getting to know him made something awaken in you and it only got worse when you two started dating. The more you talked, the more you wanted to fuck him. 

And it seemed as though Seonghwa felt the same way.

[Pretty boy💖✨]: Jagiya, please? We haven’t been able to call for two weeks 😭

[Pretty boy💖✨]: Please, I’m so fucking pent up, I need you so bad

[Pretty boy💖✨]: Even if it’s only through a screen

[Y/n]: I’m really sorry, baby, I’ve just been so busy lately with work and family issues and I’m probably going to be busy the next couple of days too 😭

[Y/n]: I miss you too, though 🥺

[Y/n]: I miss the way you tell me where to move my toys (and how to use them) as if it’s you moving them around my body. I miss the way your breaths get heavier the closer you get and the way your hand moves quicker when you know that I’m also close so we can finish together. I miss seeing your face scrunch as I tell you how to touch yourself, especially as your thumb grazes your tip and I see you shudder from it

[Pretty boy💖✨]: Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me, Jagiya

You smirk a little as you close your phone when you notice the luggage claim begins rotating around and you quickly notice your suitcase. As you reach for it, you feel your phone vibrate again in your pocket. You start wheeling it towards the main doors where Seonghwa’s manager was waiting. 

A month or so ago, his manager had caught him texting you, and after a very lengthy discussion, the company decided that so long as you weren’t distracting Seonghwa from his practices and promotions, they’d allow the two of you to continue your relationship. You tried to take every precaution you could as you planned the surprise visit. You had been more distracted the past couple of weeks as you prepared, and you couldn’t help but feel bad for Seonghwa. At the same time, however, you knew that all the planning and communicating between you, the rest of the members, and their manager would all be worth it.

“They should all be doing individual activities right now. The boys will know what Seonghwa’s working on. I’ll let them know when we’re close to the company so one of them can guide you to wherever he is.”

You thanked him and buckled yourself into your seat before pulling your phone out, seeing several messages from Seonghwa ranging from him begging for just a few minutes on a phone call to him telling you just how badly he needed you. 

[Y/n]: Aww I’ll help you out soon enough, okay? Just wait a little bit longer for me.

[Y/n]: Until then, would you like a few pictures? Just to help tide you over until we can call next?

You saw as your message went from delivered to read before the bubble popped up indicating that Seonghwa was typing. 

[Pretty boy💖✨]: please…

[Y/n]: alright, give me a few minutes to take some

You tried to hide your smirk as you opened your photo album to find some of the more recent pictures you had taken a few nights before you left. They didn’t show anything, but you were clearly in just your lingerie or were wearing something with nothing else underneath. You posed yourself in ways that you knew would get to him quickly. 

You may not have been dating for a long time yet, but you knew how to get Seonghwa going. 

“Alright, we’re almost here. Do you want to text one of them, or do you want me to?”

“Huh? Oh! I can text one of them. Probably Hongjoong.”

Their manager nodded as he continued driving back to the company’s building.

[Y/n]: Hey, Joong, I’m almost there. Wanna meet us at the elevators coming from the parking garage?

[Mullet man]: Sounds great! He stayed back to keep working on the choreography for our upcoming comeback so I’ll take you there when you get here.

[Y/n]: Thank you, mullet man

[Mullet man]:... what did you just call me

***

“He’s just in that last door at the end of the hallway.” Hongjoong gestured down the hall. “I have to get back to my own schedule so I’ll let you find him.”

“Thank you. I really appreciate it.”

Hongjoong smiled and nodded at you before he turned and made his way back to his studio. You started walking down the hallway, following the sound of music coming from the last door. However, it seemed as though the lights were off.

‘Did he leave and forget to turn the music off?’

You opened the door and peeked your head in before glancing around. Not seeing anything immediately, you were about to turn around and leave when you heard a moan. You knew the song that was playing and knew that there wasn’t a moan in any part of the song. You turned to face the direction the moan came from and noticed your boyfriend seated on the floor and leaning against a wall. His sweatpants were pushed halfway down his thighs as he moved his hand up and down the length of his dick. 

Your gaze moved to notice his face. The way his blush spread across his face, the glazed look in his eyes as he watched himself in the mirrors across from them. The way he threw his head back whilst biting his lip as he hoped to keep back another moan. You could tell he was close when his breathing got more and more erratic.

“Looks like you could use some help with that.”

“Oh shit!” Seonghwa, in a panic, tried to grab whatever was closest to him to cover himself up as he heard you. It wasn’t anything you hadn’t seen before, but it was still kind of cute the way he tried to cover himself up.

Unfortunately, in his panic, he ended up hitting his head on the wall next to him. Groaning in pain, he held his hand to his head, using the other to cover his still-obvious erection. 

“Oh, Seonghwa! Baby, are you okay?” You rush over to him, straddling his legs as you reach up to feel the spot where he hit his head. You move his hand, hoping to see how bad it might be. Thankfully, there wasn’t anything there, so you brought your lips up and placed a small kiss on the spot that he hit. 

“(Y/n)? You’re here?” Seonghwa��s voice was barely above a whisper as he looked up at you.

“I am.” You place a quick kiss on both of his cheeks. “Are you okay?”

Seonghwa nodded before looking down between the two of you. “Can… can you help me with this?” He gestured between the two of you and you immediately caught on to what he meant. 

“Well,” you pulled Seonghwa into a deep kiss before pulling away. “I did offer, didn’t I?”

You immediately noticed the returning blush before Seonghwa placed his hand on the back of your neck and pulled you back into the kiss. You placed your hands on Seonghwa’s chest, humming into the kiss as his other hand trailed along your thighs. Pulling away, Seonghwa lets out a whine.

“Shhh it’s okay. I just can’t do as good of a job if it’s covered with fabric.” 

Using your hands, you push against Seonghwa’s chest, lifting yourself off Seonghwa’s lap, and begin to shimmy his pants further down his legs. Untying his shoelaces and pulling his shoes off his feet, you’re finally able to fully pull his sweatpants down. You crawl your way back up and give Seonghwa another kiss before grabbing the bottom of his shirt and pulling it over his head.

Trailing kisses down along his chest, you make your way all the way down to his dick. You place a light kiss just on the tip and glance up as you hear Seonghwa suck in a deep breath. He looks down at you with hooded eyes and cups your cheek. You lean into it a bit before pulling away and begin to place kisses all around his thighs, getting dangerously close to his erection a couple of times. 

“P-please…” Seonghwa panted as his hands slipped into your hair.

“Please what?” you hummed and looked up at him from your position between his legs. “C’mon, use your words baby.”

“Please stop teasing me.”

“Alright,” you nodded. Moving into a sitting position, you cup Seonghwa’s face so he’d look at you. “But, you can’t touch me, can’t hold my hair, you have to just sit there like a good boy until I think you’re ready to cum. If you do,” you leaned forward and gave him a small kiss on his lips. “I’ll have to start over. Do you understand?”

Seonghwa bit his lip as he nodded, clearly desperate for your touch.

“No, use your words. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand. Fuck. Please just touch me already.”

Smirking, you lower yourself again and place a couple kisses along his dick, your last one at the very tip, before taking it as far as you could in your mouth. You started slow, allowing yourself time to adjust and find a more comfortable position on the ground. You could hear Seonghwa’s breathing pick up the more you moved. Seonghwa’s dick was an average size, not too long, not too thick. Frankly, it was just the perfect size for you.

You hadn’t ever given a blowjob to another person before, so the sensation was certainly a new one. When the tip hit the back of your throat, you gagged a bit, causing your mouth to close slightly and you heard Seonghwa hiss from the sensation of your teeth touching his dick. You pull off and look at him, taking note of the way his eyes were glazed over as he looked back at you.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” Seonghwa hummed. “Fuck you feel so good.”

You giggle a bit before leaning back down and taking him into your mouth again. Seonghwa lets out a loud moan and quickly tries to cover his mouth but you can still hear all of his little whimpering. All of a sudden, you feel Seonghwa’s available hand tangle into your hair, causing you to pull off. Seonghwa lets out a whine in protest before he notices your expression.

“You touched.”

“I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.” Seonghwa was close to tears at this point. “Please, keep going. You feel so fucking good.”

You move to kiss him again, holding onto his chin as you pull him in. “Since you asked so nicely, I won’t keep you waiting any longer.” With that, you slid between his legs again and began slowly bobbing your head up and down his dick. You felt the way Seonghwa’s thighs tensed the further you moved down his dick, the way his body shuddered as you hummed, and the way his breathing became more erratic as you picked up your pace.

You were thankful for the music still playing in the practice room because you were certain that without it, the noises Seonghwa was making would’ve been much more audible. He kept trying to muffle his whimpers, but you knew he was close and it made you pick up your pace a bit. 

Seonghwa threw his head back, a loud moan escaping his lips. His hands were clenched at his sides, desperate to touch you, to guide you. He knew better, though. You knew he knew better.

“Mmmmn wait. I-I’m close. Please.”

Hearing him, you started going even faster. Your hands were gripping Seonghwas thighs. You were sure that your nails were going to leave marks. The tip of his dick kept hitting the back of your throat and your vision started to blur from the tears. Seonghwa started wiggling his hips, trying to move deeper, but he quickly stopped when your grip tightened on his thighs. 

“Fuck, jagiya, you feel so good. Nnnnnnnn- I’m gonna cum. Fuck.”

You hummed again, sending vibrations down his dick. Seonghwa brought a hand up to his mouth in an attempt to muffle his moans. Sliding one of your hands up his chest, you start squeezing his chest, occasionally taking his nipple in between your fingers. 

“I-I’m so close. Please, let me- let me cum. Please.”

You barely pull away, a strand of saliva connecting his dick to your mouth. “Cum for me, baby” you panted and took him back into your mouth. Seonghwa’s moans were high-pitched and desperate. You felt his hand grab onto your hand that was on his chest, almost as a way for him to stay a little grounded with you. Sure, it broke the “no touching” rule, but at this point, you couldn’t give two shits. You prepared yourself and not a moment too soon because the next second, you felt Seonghwa release into your mouth. You paused for a moment, letting him finish before you started moving again, milking the rest of his cum out of him. Seonghwa whimpered at this and pulled your head off. 

You stared into his eyes seeing nothing but love and adoration for you. He pulled you in for a deep kiss and he could taste the cum still lingering in your mouth. Using his thumbs, he caressed your cheeks and you felt yourself melt into his touch.

“Hi,” you giggled as you pulled away, your foreheads against each other.

“Hi,” Seonghwa’s voice was soft as he stared at you. “Hell of a first meeting, huh?”

“Mmmmmm, I’d say it’s the perfect first meeting.”

Seonghwa chuckled at this, his hands moving from your cheeks to the waistband of your pants. “I think there’s just one thing that would make it even more perfect.”

Confused, you pull away, looking him in the eyes. Seonghwa stood, pulling you to your feet as well. You still weren’t quite sure of what he was talking about until his hands started pulling at the hem.

Oh.

Seonghwa made quick work of your shirt before dropping to his knees and pulling your pants down. He helped you step out of them before he turned his eyes to you. 

“I have to return the favor somehow.”

[inkrabbit]

Could i request one where a ghoul (could be any of them) discovers you have a secret tattoo(s) 👀👀👀👀 Thank you, i love your writing 😩😩❤️❤️❤️

hopefully this is good bb, and ty for the compliment <333 dunno how I feel about these

Aether:

he has to do a double-take because he could've swore that tattoo was never there before

"Love, am I crazy, or have I just never seen this before?"

absolutely gushes over it for the next half hour

might also gently trace it with his claw while he asks you to tell him the story behind it

if it was one of those "I dunno. I just felt like it" kind of tattoos, he's going to laugh and tell you that it looks gorgeous on you regardless

Mountain:

he's not one for staring, but he noticed your new tattoo maybe a week or so after you got it

he only asks you about it whenever you two are alone and, if you're okay with it, he wants a closer look at it

"I like it. It fits you."

he'll have you seated in his lap while he asks you to tell him everything that happened

he's all smiles as he listens to you. he loves hearing you talk, especially about something that makes you happy

Rain:

he's surprised when he catches the flash of it under your clothes

and really, a small part of him is a little upset you didn't tell him you were planning on getting one. he would've liked to have been there for you

it takes him a bit, but he'll ask you about it whenever you two are alone and he's confident enough to bring it up

"I know what tattoos are, but I didn't think you'd get one."

he's asking so many questions about it. did it hurt? what's the story? was the artist nice?

Sodo:

he's got a good amount of tattoos himself, so he's more than excited when he sees you have a new one

"What's this? I thought we didn't keep secrets from each other!"

you have to show it to him and he's (respectfully) admiring it

complimenting the work done and telling you that he absolutely loves the placement and how it looks on you

he also tells you to hit him up the next time you want a tattoo. he knows a great artist in the next city over and he's sure he can get you a deal

Swiss:

just like Aether, he's gushing over it the second he sees it

making sure he gets anything out of the way so he can closely admire it

"Look at you! Oh, and it fits you so well. A beautiful piece for a beautiful creature, yeah?"

please tell him all about it. he's so excited and he wants all of the details

encourages you to show it off every chance you get. it may or may not be because he just wants to see more of you

[cinnabun-faerie]

Ok, fun idea I had: G'raha, Urianger, Thancred, Aymeric, Haurchefant, and Estinien with a short (like, a little shroter than G'raha short) Healer!S/O who normally seems like they could get blown over by a gentle breeze just deadlifting them to carry them out of danger (not using Rescue, but like the guy just hurt his leg and they need to MOVE so their S/O just picks them up and bridal carries them to safety)

A/N: So for most of them, the WoL is carrying them bridal style. For some reason, I just imagine the WoL throwing Estinien and Thancred over their shoulder

Real I beg your pardon and confusion vibes

he was ready to fight through the pain

when suddenly he doesn't feel the ground?

"I got you, Aymeric!"

he had to do a double-take

"Y/N!?"

he is tryna figure out how you are carrying him

not that he doesn't appreciate it

but how?

? ? ?

his brain freezes

"What the-"

doesn't know what happened

he just sees that he's moving from the fight

but his legs aren't the ones walking away

the man is stunned

and when you take him to safety and put him down, he just stares at you shocked

you just picked him up like it was nothing

"Y/N? What are you-"

he definitely questions what you are doing

not only did you lift him

but you did it with one hand

while you're one-handing your weapon (or using magic) to clear a path to get him to a safe place

his face is red because he is so surprised but amazed by you

he has never seen you like this before

didn't see it coming

he's confused for a second until he sees your face

your serious/focused yet beautiful face

he melts

you are just so perfect in moments like this

like you're really the love of his life, huh?

"You're staring."

"I love you."

he's a blushing mess and has the goofiest, lovey-dovey smile on his face

"What?!"

I'm sorry but

you threw him over your shoulder like a damn ragdoll

he is flabbergasted

WHERE did you get that core strength from all of a sudden!?

"I was perfectly fine-"

if your glare wasn't enough to shut him up, your next words were

"You'd be in worse shape or dead if I didn't grab you. And I don't feel like raising your ass right now, so be lucky I saved you."

pouting because he just knows that Y'shtola and Urianger are gonna be making fun of him for this every chance they get

but he knows if he complains, you might just drop him

"Thanks."

Ohh? 👀

swept off his feet by his beloved? say less

it is in that moment when he falls in love with you all over

he knows you're just doing your job to make sure he's safe but

the way of it all

it makes his heart flutter as it did when he first laid eyes on you

and there's something about the way you're holding him like this

he likes it very much

the princess treatment

[desmond69miles]

tencsle smut with muzan 👀

I feel like I need to put this out here because some of my most active content is still Anime things and I get followers for it:

I DO NOT. DO NOT POST ANYTHING ANIME RELATED. PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD check my blog before following me. All of my KNY things were back in 2022-23

IT IS MY TIME TO SHINE I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT

thank you anon i've been waiting I FINALLY HAVE AN EXCUSE TO DO THIS NOW

content warnings: tentalce sex, double penetration, dp in both and one hole(s), female! reader, dom! muzan, slapping, tentacle dick, I DID NOT HOLD BACK, light bondage, established relationship, tentacle breeding?, spreader bars, praise, squirting, blindfolding, face fucking, choking, tummy inflating + bludge

be aware of the content you consume! Smut under the cut

Muzan had asked you to participate in an experiment after a lower moon meeting tonight. He had no instructions to you besides to meet him in his lab and in the black silk robe your husband liked and nothing else. This is why your arms are now strapped beside you, legs in a spreader bar. The front of your robe was open, exposing your torso and thighs, the cold air of his office making your nipples bud. "Are you wondering what you're doing here?" Muzan spoke, one of his hands gently placing on your stomach, nails grazing over your cool skin. It was an often occurrence for Muzan to experiment on you to see how much the "queen of demons" could take; however, you had a succession that this was not one of those moments. You shook your head, squeezing your fists and releasing them. "I thought I'd give my wife something rewarding. Although, I don't think you'll find it much of a reward." A small whimper left your mouth as you tried to close your legs as Muzan trailed a finger down to your clit, only for the metal bar to dig into your skin.

He rubbed small circles on the bud, his other hand coming up to pinch your nipple, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger. You moaned, head tilting back against the thin pillow supporting your head. "I'm not sure what you mean with 'not a reward.' It feels good..." Muzan hummed at your words, his middle finger removing itself from your clit and moving it down to your hole, rubbing the pad of his finger against you to collect your slick. Eventually, he slid it inside you; Muzan pressed his finger against your puffy walls, beginning to slide it inside and out. "Mu--Muzan... More, please!" You whimpered, hips bucking up. "Don't worry, darling. Your reward is coming soon." He spoke, hand speeding up, his other hand moving from your breast to your clit, rubbing tight circles on the swollen bud. After a few minutes of his actions, you felt the swelling knot inside of your tummy. "I'm gonna cum..!" You said, soon whimpering as your husband quickly moved away from you. The knot inside you melted away, arms pulling against the restraint at the quick edging. "Don't worry, it's time for your reward. I was just making sure you were prepared." His smooth voice said as he stepped away, you watched as he crossed his arms. His ruby eyes stared into yours, a small smile appearing on his face. "Don't be nervous; I'm sure you'll do great."

With that, you watched him pull his tie off, walking over to you and gently wrapping the warm fabric against your eyes. "Can you see?" He asked; you shook your head. "Good." You pursed your lips and adjusted your hips, flinching as a cold, wet appendage touched your ankle. When you opened your mouth to ask your husband, he had already beat you to it. "I remember you saying you wanted to try out tentacles. So, why not give it to you as a reward?" You nodded once again, feeling the tentacle twirled around your leg, getting closer to your cunt. Another tentacle slithered up your other leg, resting on your inner thigh as the first one finally reached your heat, "licking" up and down. They had no suckers and were slick with red tips that faded into black. Warm and wet, the first one buzzed on your clit for a few seconds before going down to your anus, gently pushing itself inside. You gasped, back arching as the thick appendage entered you. More tentacles soon joined your legs, some paying attention to your cunt as some slithered up your chest and wrapped themselves around your torso, one going up the flick around your nipple.

Another tentacle entered you, but this time, it entered your vagina. One's tip was placed on your clit, going side to side with so much intensity it felt like it was vibrating. A loud moan shot through you as you felt them squirm inside you, occasionally pulling out to go back in with the same quick speed. Once about ten or twelve tentacles were squirming around, you felt a thick one wrap around your neck, squeezing. It wasn't so hard to where it would harm you, but it noticeably made a difference while gasping in pleasure. It felt good, and you felt your orgasm quickly rise once again. You heard Muzan quietly grunt beside you, the sound of him spitting, and a lewd image formed in your mind. Muzan was jerking off to you, getting himself ff to your sexual struggle. You did not vocalize your release but did express it with an arch of your back, mouth opened wide. You desperately tried to close your legs to calm the rough pleasure, but at your actions, you felt nothing but a rather large tentacle being shoved inside your cunt along with the one before. You yelped, about to ask Muzan to calm down, when you heard his quick footsteps and head being forced back, a warm appendage shoved into your mouth.

You knew it was muzan from his smell and how his hands replaced the tentacle, a spiteful "good girl" spitting from his lips. As he fucked your mouth, his tentacles continued to fuck you, pushing deep inside you, pressing up against your intestines. You felt your tummy bulge, toes curling as another orgasm rose on you. Your eyes squeezed shut, hands shaking as waves of pleasure crashed over you. It hurt to breathe, but the pleasure outweighed it by oh so much. Your moans vibrated Muzan's cock, causing him to groan. You were starting to understand what he meant by "not much of a reward," he was going to fuck you until you passed out again. He had done this before, but that time it was with his body, not tentacles.

Multiple climaxes came one after another, legs shaking as you squirmed, trying your best to not pass out. You weren't sure how much you could take of this, but as you felt Muzans hips start to stutter, you knew it wouldn't be much longer. About two more orgasms later, a warm liquid gushed over your thighs and the tentacles, continuing to squirt liquids while the tentacles quickly fucked you. You'd never squirted before, and when you heard Muzan chuckle, you felt his hand slide down your sweaty body, down to your cunt, moving the tentacle away from your clit. "Been such a good girl," He said, raising his hand and harshly slapping it down onto your clit. You yelped as he repeated the action a few more times, causing a bit more squirt to come out of you before you felt Muzan release inside your mouth, the tentacles soon following after and getting your holes all messy. They stayed inside you when Muzan pulled out, pulling the now sweaty blindfold off you, moving down the table, and unstrapping everything from you. Your sore legs rested against the wet table, body shaking. When Muzan pulled you up from your laying position, you felt a thickly warm gush down your thighs, and when you looked down, your tummy had been inflated.

Muzan pushed down on your tummy, causing more semen to ooze out of your sopping holes and down your legs, a short kiss being pressed to your forehead, "Such a good girl, you did such a good job for me."

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desmond69miles 2022. do not repost without permission. reblogs are appreciated!

[laceymorganwrites]

hq boys and how they text

A/N: this is a fun little mini collab with @miyaniacs that started out as me commenting: omg xy emoji reminds me of Bo. And then we just kept making hcs so...have those xD

Bokuto:

frequently used emojis: 💪🤩🥺👉👈😼🤣😥😲😭🥴😵🤠🤓🦄✨🙉🎉🐓👀😤

ALWAYS TEXTS IN ALL CAPS

doesthisannoyingthingtoo

always does typos cause he´s wayyy too excited 

and when he does the * he still gets it wrong

will send 10 minute long audios talking about nothing

also will keep every group chat updated about his day, checks in on everyone every 5 minutes

also in way too many group chats but too scared to leave them cause he doesn´t want ppl thinking he´s rude

Atsumu:

emojis: 💔💦💯🔥😎😥🥵🤫🥴🤙👅❤☕

texts ppl who are like 5 feet away from him to get him something (poor Osamu)

always gets left on read

then double texts like

hello?🥺 

r u mad at me?

flirts way too much but in a really direct way

is blocked by so many girls

he loves calling people and will annoy anyone when he´s bored

Tendou:

emojis: 👨‍🦯🦶👂✌🤘🥰😇🤠🙊✈🌜💁‍♂️🙆‍♂️🤦‍♂️🏃‍♂️😣😙

sends too many selfies

it´s like he´s vlogging cause he´s constantly sending pics to the gc 

has a bunch of rps going on and he´s super good at them (actually has good and interesting ocs)

sometimes speaks uwu just to annoy people

randomly quotes anime 

sends videos of himself talking rather than making audios 

makes such cute faces too

sigh, I love this man

Suna:

emojis:🤗🙄😬🤦‍♀️💅👁👄👁🤧🤰😈💀😾

this man is on his damn phone too much

yet never texts back

will literally take up to 3 weeks to reply

is on discord a lot and just trolls people

has the do not disturb thingie

only texts 3 ppl (Kita, Osamu, Aran)

has Atsumu blocked

the type of guy to have a drama channel

Oikawa

always on his phone

texts

like

this

his gallery is rlly neat

has an album for everything and way too many photos

has an album just for receipts of drama he thought would be more important than it rlly is

ootd pics to the gc

expects all the compliments

gets: u still ugly

KING OF FACE TIME

🥰😘😫🥺🥱🤗👽👄✨🔥🌶💖🧘‍♀️🖖👉👈☕

Sakusa

short answers

uses punctuation

has all gcs muted

only texts in there to roast Atsumu

leaves ppl on read all the time

except for Komori

sooo many unopened chats

only emojis are: ❤ and :) also 🙄

Tsukki

sassy all the way

only reads messages when they´re important

otherwise he just ignores it

🤦‍♀️💅😍🤢😉🙄👁👁🤷‍♀️

involuntarily is in a gc with Kuroo and Bokuto

has a secret meme chat with Akaashi and Yamaguchi

picks up on too much gossip amd doesn´t even wanna know about it

Ushijima

had Tendou explain his phone to him 

texts Oikawa at least once, showing him a picture of Shiratorizawa being like: this could´ve been you

is blocked now

does this thing where he overuses autocorrect and types the emoji instead of the word

🤠🍆 otherwise he rlly doesn´t use any

Filth stuff under the cut:

Bokuto

accidentally really good at sexting

doesn´t know what he´s doing but it works

keeps complimenting and praising you

has issues taking dick pics cause he can never get the right angle

always begs to have phone sex cause he gets too excited

wants to be on facetime with you all the time

okay but how can someone be so beautiful when they cum? and his moans are feral, will just stare at you all hazed 

talks a lot during everything, just tells you how amazing it feels at all times

Atsumu

thinks he´s good at sexting 

but tries too hard

legit just fuckboy energy

but we all know he´s just a sweet soft boy who wants to know if his dick if pretty cause he´s insecure abt it

texting game isn´t strong

BUT HIS PICTURE GAME 👀👀👀

would actually ace it once he had sex since his texting game would just....oof it´s so good

also not as awkward anymore

Tendou

sexting with him is so much fun

it´s super chill and lighthearted

tells you how good you make him feel

if you ever have phone sex he will moan just for you (usually he doesn´t cause he doesn´t see the point in it)

somehow it feels more intense with you watching him and touching yourself to him

gets his confidence (and dick) up

would be up to try everything with you, just gets so excited abt you overall

Suna

he WILL leave during a session to make food or smth 

one time he forgot about you and just went back to gaming

kind of lackluster at times

you really have to initiate the convo

but he makes up for it with nice pics and vids

has a really pretty dick

somehow he takes really good pictures but without any effort

would do it on facetime and let me tell you:

prettiest moans

intense af eyes

THAT FUCKING SMIRK WHEN U CUM FOR HIM

Oikawa

never really shows his dick

partly because of bad experiences and cause of insecurities 

makes you feel things by just his words

actually will either smirk like the little bitch he is or have a super cute soft smile on his face

probs has his phone in his one hand and is throwing a volleyball up and down in the other

sooo many adjectives to describe exactly what he´ll do to you

Sakusa

sends a pic of him in only sweats, hand on his cock and tells u to come over

or a random: I need to feel your mouth around me

´why do you want me to send a picture of my hand?´

can get really filthy, taking you by surprise

call him sir and watch him flip the switch

when he´s comfortable enough with you he will tell you all his dirty secrets

Tsukki

phone sex

teases you about being horny and needy

then supresses his own moans 

makes you tell him what you want him to do

maybe he´ll reward you with a picture

never starts anything since he doesn´t wanna seem needy

but every time you sext or have phone sex he´s like super petty at first

being all like: aww you just can´t get enough of me~ what took you so long this time?

Ushijima

straight up dick pics or his abs/veiny arms

would send you pics after/while he works out and turns you on without intending to

accidentally leaves you on read after you call him out for it

kinda internal panic because...we all know this man is awkward asf

so you have to guide him through, tell him what you want him to do and what you wanna do to him

is kinda embarrassed the first few times, but slowly enjoys it more and more

[tacticaldiary]

Protecting You

REQUEST:

Hi! I was wondering if I could request a reader and Jae Ha fic where the reader accidentally ingests a drug (mayhaps nadai 👀) and Jae Ha has to tend to the outcome.

Tysm!! ❤️

Pairing: Reader x Jae-ha

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

He beats himself up over not being quick enough and letting her take the blow for him. All he can do now is make sure she gets better. It's agonising watching her in pain, but he'll make sure she gets through this.

Masterlist

A/N: I actually loved this request. Thanks for sending it through!

It happens before he can stop it. He should've seen it coming, he should've sensed something was off, but he didn't think they'd try to get him so quick.

Y/N and him were currently sitting side by side in the town's local brothel, accompanied by women and men. The influence of Nadai had been great on this town, so the team had decided to track down the main distributer.

The man was sitting right in front of them. Jae-ha is sure the man doesn't know who they are, and they'd only been talking for about half an hour.

The fact that he'd try to spike Jae-ha's drink so soon startled even him.

The fact that he's not the one who ends up taking the drink is even worse.

Y/N, the love of his life, grabs the small cup out of her hand and before he can react, she downs it in one go. Jae-ha stares at her questioningly, but she just shakes her head with a smile.

"Quite thirsty, weren't you?" The man says and, eyeing the empty cup.

Y/N smiles, and grips Jae-ha's forearm.

"It's a hot day, after all, and the company makes it stifling." The smile she gives makes even the women in the room pause in amazement. Her charm was one of the things Jae-ha loved about her. She could keep up with him, and getting her flustered was a game he loved to play.

Jae-ha knows something's wrong when the grip on his forearm tightens to an unusual extent. When he glances at her, he can see beads of sweat forming on the back of her neck.

It takes a few glances between the empty cup and her quivering smile for it to click into place.

"As much I enjoy the company, I think it's about time we take our leave." Although they try and stop the two, Jae-ha waves their protests off good naturedly and stands, helping Y/N up. He can't stop the spike of cold fear when she leans against him to stay upright.

The cool air as they exit the building does nothing to make her feel better. s soon as they're at a safe place, in a nearby alley away from the brothel, Jae-ha leans her against the stone wall and talks.

"You knew it was spiked." She's breathing heavily, sweating hard and she can only nod. Jae-ha clenched his jaw in frustration.

"Why would you do that?! You knew it was spiked with Nadai, and you still drank it!?" He can't fathom why on Earth she would do that.

"You-...you would've drank it oth-otherwise." She coughs and doubles over and he quickly grabs her, helping her lean on him.

"Couldn't make you...you go through th-...that again." Is the last thing she chokes out, before passing out, slumping over in her boyfriend's arms. Jae-ha calls out her name, but it's no use. Cursing, he shifts her so she's secure on his back and starts making his way back to the camp they had set up, in the woods surrounding the town.

As he jumps and the air hits him, he can't help but feel helpless. He should've picked it up. He should've known. Maybe if he got her to Yoon quick enough, the boy could help lessen the inevitable symptoms...

He winces and grits his teeth as he recalls the amount of pain he was in. He recalls it as agonising, and just thinking about Y/N going through that makes him angry enough to have trouble supressing the urge to go back to that place and tear that man to shreds.

As he lands, the others come out to greet them, but stop short at the sight of Y/N. From there, Yoon whisks her away into one of the tents and all Jae-ha can do is stand there helplessly and berate himself for letting this happen.

Yoon does not manage to lessen the symptoms.

The next day is horrible, Y/N thrashing around and crying out every so often. She can't think straight. The only thing she's known the moment she woke up is pain, deep and aching and constant. It's horrible and she can't stop crying out and the tears, even if she wanted too. Her shouts make the others wince and struggle to stoml down their frustration. Their friend was in pain and they couldn't do anything.

Hak and Yona had left for the town to go track down the guy who did this the moment they heard her first scream. Hak had gotten up silently and marched towards town, Yona following behind him, emitting a similar air of seriousness. Y/N and Yona were quite close, being the only two women. She was older than her, a year younger than Jae-ha, but they got along smoothly.

Jae-ha was trying his best to keep his cool. He hadn't left her side since the morning. He's been sitting next to her, making sure she has everything she needs and trying to soothe her when she has a particularly bad wave of pain. He finds himself trembling, but he'd rather take a shot of Nadai than care about himself right now.

This was a nightmare. His worst fear. He's been wired to protect. He's always been a protective person, actually. By nature, he's learned to cherish the things he really holds dear.

Y/N was high up on that list.

And she was in pain because of him.

He places a hand on her forehead, brushing her hair away from her face as she breaths harshly. She clenches her eyes shut.

"You're okay." His voice shakes and if the others were to see him like this...

"You'll be okay...I promise."

His breath hitches as her hand reaches up to grab his wrist. The whisper of his name is pained, but carries a sense of relief.

"Jae-ha..."

"I'm here, love. I'm here." He mutters, bringing her hand up to kiss the back of her palm. She relaxes, even if a little and it makes his heart ache. It makes him want to yell and break something, seeing her like this. He can't do anything but stay by her side and help her get through this.

It goes on for hours. When her pain finally subsides, she's goes unconscious, clearly exhausted. It's only then when Jae-ha lets go of her hand, gently placing it next to her and tucking a blanket around her. He runs a hand through his hair and sighs, pulling his hand back to look at it. He's still shaking. Bowing his head, he buries his face in his hands and lets out a breath.

He doesn't know when he fell asleep, but he's woken up by the sound of shuffling and gentle coughing.

The second time she woke up, she still ached all over, but the pain had washed away considerably. She still felt horrible, but was able to move. Wincing, she tries to sit up. Jumping as she feels a hand on her back, helping her sit up, she glances beside her.

“Jae-ha?” Her voice is hoarse from crying and it makes him wince. His name barely leaves her lips before he’s holding her in a tight hug.

It’s familiar and warm and she relaxes into it.

“Never again. Never do that again, understand?” When she doesn’t respond, he pulls back a little, enough to meet her eyes with a frown.

“Y/N. I’m serious. I don’t want-”

“I’d do it again to protect you.” She cuts him off. “I’d do it in a heartbeat if...if it means keeping you safe.”

There’s a beat of silence, and she pulled back in, Jae-ha tucking her head into the crook of his neck.

“Unbelievable. You’re insane.” He mumbles, burying his face into the side of her face, placing small kisses into her hair.

She hums, letting her eyes slip shut, a loose hold on the back of his cloak.

Jae-ha doesn’t let her go until Yoon comes back and practically pries him off. It would be a while before he stops staying close to her.

Requests Are Open!

(19/10/2021)

[bonvoyagenoona]

QUESTIONS FOR YA:

Sex as a result of jealously? What would that look like for the boys? 👀🥵

Indigooooooo! 💜 Jealousy and the boys? Oof, do we stan drama or do we stan drama? 🤣 It’s certainly dramatic when the green monster and those one-eyed monsters come together, that’s for sure...

Namjoon

"What are we gonna do about this?" he asks. When just your tone indicates that you're about to push back, he doubles down. "I saw you. You were flirting with him." To Namjoon, someone who lives life so purposefully, someone whose inner drives and feelings burst out even when he works so hard to maintain them, a smile isn't "just a smile". And you'd given three. He tallied up each time your dazzling grin beamed toward that so-called client. And each tally marks a debt. The first will definitely be a blowjob, your sweet lips curved around his thick cock rather than the Rs in your "sorry"s. The second will be him edging you with his fingers, with him whispering every single crazy thought he'd had in his mind. The last will be him fucking you from behind, his broad palms gripping your shoulders so tightly you think your bones will crumble. He'll keep going until you come, and he'll keep going after that, overstimulation rebooting your brain and heart back to him. That should show you.

Jin

The audacity you have, laughing at another man's inspid jokes. Especially when he'd just told the zinger of the evening. He swears you do this to get a rise out of him, only showing him a trace of the hidden cackle on your lips as you flashed him daring looks. If you won't give it freely, then he's going to fuck his well-earned cackle out of you. He won't be able to wait until you get home. He won't even be able to wait until you get to the car. He knows exactly when to make his move. You always take a moment to reapply your makeup after finishing dinner. You'll stand and excuse yourself. He'll wait a few seconds before slipping away from the table unnoticed. And he'll see you in the hall. "Really?" he'll ask you. You'll ask what he means, but when he glares and leans into you, pushing you back so that you raise your hips to rest your ass on the decorative table, you'll smirk, and your eyes will glimmer. All you'll want is his lips on yours as he sticks his fingers in your wet cunt and works you out, but he won't give them to you. You'll come hard, and all Jin will do is smirk and wipe his hand on your dress. "Think twice before playing with the king," Jin advises you, grinning before leaving you to collect yourself.

Yoongi

"Honestly? Didn't even notice." Yoongi says it without looking at you, still charging down the sidewalk. He moved so fast, throwing his hoodie up and leaving the concert venue right there and then. You almost didn't catch up to him, but he needed to set the drinks he was getting for the both of you down somewhere. "He asked if I was here with anyone, and I told him yes, but he wouldn't let up," you explain desperately. "Please don't leave. Let's go back. It's supposed to be a really good show." But the thought of you entertaining literally anyone else that evening has soured Yoongi's mood. "Stay if you want," he tells you. "I'll see you later." Frustrated, you pull him into an alleyway, shrouded in darkness the way Yoongi's pout is shrouded in the shadow of his hoodie. You drop to your knees and start to undo his fly. "What are you---" The moment your lips wrap around him, he falls silent and slams the back of his head into the brick. "Only want you," you tell him, your pussy tingling at the feel of his hands in your hair.

Hobi

Old friends meeting new. Bound to have some awkward moments. But you weren't counting on your ex kissing you on the lips when greeting you. He apologized profusely when you shoved him off and introduced Hobi. But the damage was done. Hobi with eight drinks in him stares tearfully at you from his seat at the kitchen table. "Say something," you plead. Hobi shrugs. "Jagi, I just don't have the energy." From Hobi, that's really saying something. You wish he'd scream. You wish he'd throw something. Well, really, you wish he'd laugh it off and pull you close and tell you that he knows this was nothing, that nothing can come between you, not even your pasts. It's so hard to see him like this, even if most of it is due to the glasses now in the sink. If it's energy he needs, then you're ready to give it to him. You straddle him and kiss him softly, continuing to love on him even when he mumbles and pulls away. Soon, his hands are at your waist, and you're grinding into him. And soon after that, you're shedding your clothes and sitting right back down on his cock, so hard, and swollen. You'll end the night in your room, getting your brains fucked out by a replenished Hobi. "It meant nothing?" he'll whine, when he's close. "It meant nothing, and you mean everything," you whisper. "Now come for me."

Jimin

Jimin comes hard, and as he eases his strokes into you, he works your clit with his dripping wet fingers, pulling yet another incredible orgasm out of you. Fourth? Fifth? You've lost count, and you've lost your mind. How did you get here? It comes back to you in fragments. Your date hugging you goodnight. Jimin watching from the elevator. Him shoving his hands into his pockets as he marched toward your door, scowling at your date as he passes by. The adamant conversation in your living room. "Don't wanna do this dating shit anymore." The tears in his eyes. Something about having a realization. Wanting to be exclusive. No longer needing to try any other people on. Something about you being the only person who fit. He could barely stand seeing you in the arms of another man, and he told you so with relentless orgasm after orgasm. Yes, it all comes in fragments, which are all that you can process right now. It doesn't matter. You don't need to keep them. All you need to keep is Jimin wrapped up in your arms, resting against you and pressing tired kisses into your chest.

Taehyung

Tae is a good boy. He learned very early on that When you do something bad, you get punished. "You sorry yet?" he asks. He's got you naked, laid across his lap, ass up and red from the spankings he's doling out. He's hitting you so hard that even the creases in his palms are marking you up. He doesn't care how much you whimper or plead for him. But you're not whimpering or pleading for him to stop. You're whimpering and pleading for him to fuck you. "Only good girls get treats," he snarls at you. "If I see you so much as blinking at one of them again, I swear to god, jagi..." All the trouble you've gotten in just because you winked at Jin. Or was it Namjoon? And you were just winking because you were playfully bragging about how good you have it with Tae. "Please," you beg. "Fuck me, Tae. I want it so bad. Making me so horny." Taehyung shows you his hand, covered in your juices. "Yeah, I know. You're making a mess. Something else I have to punish you for." You slide your thighs down to flatten your hips against Taehyung's thigh, grinding to try and get some kind of relief. What you get is another smack. "Ass up, jagi." He smirks, thinking about all the ways he's going to pound his stiffening cock into you. "You'll get what's coming to you."

Jungkook

Do you realize what you're doing to him? Dancing like that so unabashedly? Fuck, you look so good. Back arched, tits jiggling, hips swaying. All his friends can see. And they're watching closely. If compliments were currency, he could pay for the entire tab for the evening. Sure, they get to see you like this now, but they'll never get to see each motion in isolation. If they think the way you're swaying your hips now is sexy, then they'd surely love the way you move them against him, riding him cowgirl style with his hands tied to the bedpost. If they think the way your tits jiggling is mesmerizing now, then they'd be hypnotized by the way they bounce in circles when he takes you in missionary. If they think the way you're arching your back is seductive now, then they'd be completely lost to the way you arch back when he fucks you standing from behind as you brace against the wall. When the song is over, he's made up his mind. He's going to fuck you so hard tonight that you won't be able to dance for a while.

More Important Questions

[avoid-avoidance]

another comment compilation! shoutout to @eclipsedmoon87 a.k.a. @midnightchronicles87 for being incredibly gracious about my barging in and vomiting this entertaining, but only tangentially-related, nonsense all over their excellent TFA Blitzwing edit post (check it out, it's a little unnerving perhaps but very cool!).

Behold the consequences of encouraging me... 😂

Some minor edits from the original comments, fixing my own typos.

avoid-avoidance: This looks SO cool. So weird. But SO COOL.

I would venture to say it’s not *quite* cursed territory. True Cursed™ would be if you did this to the Random face lmao

a-a: Also big lol to the notes saying they got jumpscared by this — now I’m imagining Random pestering Hothead in their shared headspace until he agrees to walk up behind various Decepticons, quietly remove his visor, and wait for them to turn around and double-take.

a-a: Megatron: gives an almost-invisible twitch of surprise but otherwise manages to carry on admirably as though nothing is different

Blackarachnia: 100% unfazed as opposed to Megatron’s 98% unfazed — she’s just like, two eyes huh? Is that supposed to impress me? I still have more than you.

a-a: Starscream: lets out a tiny audible shriek and then FURIOUSLY denies he did any such thing.

Lugnut: does not audibly react, but is physically startled enough that his pedes actually leave the floor — he can’t really deny he reacted because the THUMP when he landed was very clear

@sztefa001: STILL HAVE MORE THAN YOU xD xD xD

a-a: bonus: he also tried this on Professor Sumdac while Sumdac was the ‘Cons’ prisoner. Sumdac did appear surprised, and then stammered something sort of awkward like ‘oh you *do* have eyes — I mean optics — under there… they‘re, uh, very nice?’. which is the first time Hothead’s ever been complimented on his optics, and he tries not to feel kind of warmed at the squishy’s offhand comment but doesn’t really succeed.

a-a: eyy what’s the use of being a traumatized accidental techno organic if you can’t use that to win absolutely petty and pointless arguments with your coworkers?

s: Awww xD

a-a: of course, Icy would argue that Blitzwing as a whole actually has *six* optics to BA‘s 4; Blackarachnia would counter that some of those hardly even count, and plus since her alt mode also has eyes she technically has more than 4; Hothead yells back that THOSE don’t count…

a-a: Random interjects that they’re both trying to compare apples and eyes anyway, or is it oranges and optics?…

a-a: The one time they both get caught up in the ridiculous argument enough to try and solicit a third party opinion, Megatron has the great misfortune to be walking by. After having the question explained to him, he gives both his officers a long blank stare, then just walks out of sight without a word. A moment later, a faint thunking can be heard, like the sound of a helmeted head impacting a wall.

midnightchronicles87: I love EVERYTHING about this, thank you for the story in my notes

a-a: haha you’re welcome! glad you don’t mind my spontaneous rambling

m: Of course I don't mind!! Nothing I've made's ever gotten this much attention before, I love it

a-a: it is my personal opinion that many TF continuities could benefit from a Soap Opera Of The Decepticons’ Everyday Lives treatment lol

m: That is an objectively correct opinion

m: If any of you want me to make more, send me some decent quality screenshots of Hothead you want me to de-visor, and I might make a fourth update to this post

m: Oh, also what expression you want, otherwise I'm doing whatever I think fits

a-a: ooh there might be moooore? 👀

a-a: they’re objectively awesome edits, if I hadn’t seen the show I wouldn’t know that wasn’t just what Blitzwing normally looks like

a-a: I’m not sure I’d know where to look to find good quality screenshots tbh… but I do think it’s hilarious to ponder Blitzwing pranking everyone by swapping his personalities around so they don’t match his faces, to freak people out. Like can you imagine what Random-face with an Icy-expression would look like, or Icy with Random-expression? (And Random with Hothead-expression = just pure nightmare fuel.)

m: OH. I like you

a-a: I mean, once everyone Blitzwing knows gets so used to him that Random’s randomness isn’t surprising anymore, I figure he’d HAVE to do *something* to up his game, right?

a-a: Random would’ve loved a certain subset of Internet culture at a particular past point I can think of…

“I made you an energon goodie… but I eated it >.<”

a-a: (as a bit of a side note, I also hold the belief that with TFA Megatron being one of the smarter, more practical Megatrons, it is funny as heck that he’s saddled with TFA Blitzwing in particular as one of his top officers.)

a-a: (reblog of original TFA Blitzwing edits post, with his ‘Hothead’ face modified to have two optics instead of a single optic band. The third image has Blitzwing wearing a skeptical expression.)

He is Pressing X To Doubt 😂

#transformers #blitzwing #also his eyeliner game is on point #mayhaps this is another fan of that well-known Cybertronian musician Gearhard Wave? #it is so neat how just the contrast between a visor and separate optics shows such different vibes #also it is sorta hilarious that despite this being the AngryFace™ #none of these edits so far are angry expressions #screenshots from a timeline where TFA got as many seasons as Supernatural #these are from a multi-episode arc where Bumblebee managed to steal Blitzwing’s visor in battle via Shenanigans #so while Blitzwing’s coworkers are having minor crises #“We didn’t even realize your red face HAD optics under there?!” #Bee is just roaming Detroit like usual but wearing a comically oversized red visor as a trophy

m: @avoid-avoidance your additions to this post keep getting better and better

a-a: ☺️

a-a: what can I say, these edits are inspirational 😂

a-a: Starscream gives a disdainful laugh. “Well, who’d have thought Blitzwing of all people would have hidden depths! What next, our fearless leader confessing that ugly head of his is actually a helmet that comes off??”

Lugnut opens his mouth but Megatron discreetly elbows him and makes a “shut up” gesture. One revelation at a time is probably all his High Command can handle..

m: XD this thread just gets better and better, and quickly ages like wine

a-a: right?!?? not bad at all, considering it’s about a side villain in a series that’s been discontinued for like a decade!

a-a: now that’s it’s occurred to me, the idea that Starscream has been one of Megatron’s key officers for ages, but somehow *no one* has ever clued him in that Megs’ helmet comes off, is cracking me up

m: Same

a-a: maybe Megatron is holding that knowledge in reserve, in case of a specific situation where a Starscream™ assassination attempt *almost* succeeds and Megs is forced to part with his helmet to escape, like a lizard’s tail coming off

m: Leaving Starscream shook for at least a megacycle

a-a: He would absolutely be torn between “At least I took a piece off of that bastard this time!” and “ WTF WTF WTF”

m: It makes me so happy that my quest to see what Hothead would look like without his visor led to this

a-a: fandom spitballing/brainstorming/crack-AU-ing like this probably makes up the biggest slice of my personal fandom-participation-pie, just in general. it’s a little addictive

a-a: ooh, if Hothead’s visor has built-in filters of some kind (e.g. tagging specific Autobots and Decepticons with notes/data, supposedly for tactical purposes?), which still function when someone other than Blitzwing is wearing it, then Bee stealing and putting on the visor could spawn all sorts of interesting plot lines

m: Oooo I like where this is heading

a-a: I’m glad you seem to have an idea where this is going bc tbh I don’t! 😆 From there it could go shippy or not, Looney-Tunes platonic wacky, or I guess there’s probably a way to make it angsty although that’s not as much my specialty…

a-a: the absolute most crack-filled idea that’s coming to mind might be (and this is definitely AU since I think there is canon backstory of some kind re: how Blitzwing became a triple?) if the visor is like… secretly a magical artifact of Primus that bestows an extra alt mode upon its wearer. so Bee steals the visor and slaps it on his face just to be a taunty little shit, and then suddenly Blitzwing is no longer a triplechanger and Bumblebee IS.

a-a: Bumblebee: *suddenly gains an additional flight-capable alt mode*

Every Autobot AND Decepticon on Earth, simultaneously: *suddenly gains a feeling of horrible creeping dread, as if They Are All Doomed*

m: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

a-a: (and there’s definitely a Bee Movie script meme joke to be made somewhere in here about bees not being scientifically able to fly but flying anyway 🤣)

a-a: and to continue the cracky “war? what war?” vibe, the Decepticons see this cocky young newbie flyer stumbling about in the air, and instead of laughing and shooting him down, they go “ohhhh… it is A Baby…” and try to adopt a Very Not Keen On Being Adopted newly-triple’d Bee

m: EVEN BETTER

a-a: Bee is like NO NO NO NONE OF YOU ARE ALLOWED TO BE MY DAD OPTIMUS IS ALREADY MY DAD— wait crap did I say that out loud oh noooo—

Optimus: whut

m: I'm grabbing popcorn this is amazing

a-a: hmmm, what other weird funny things can fit in this AU… let’s say Megatron and Starscream are chasing Bee around the skies while also fighting each other over who would make a better mentor for what they’re convinced is the next baby Decepticon-in-training. Meanwhile, Blitzwing (not used to being one instead of three and handling it Badly)…

a-a: … talks himself into believing that now he’s no longer a triple, Megs will discard him like trash at best or execute him as a liability at worst (and to be fair canon Megs probably would). So while Bee is basically a hostage of the ‘Cons, single-faced Blitzwing flees to the *Autobots* for sanctuary, and poor Ratchet ends up volunteered by Optimus to be Blitzwing’s new therapist despite loudly claiming to be Not Qualified For That in at least 3 different ways

a-a: “Dammit, Optimus, I’m a field medic, not a psychiatrist!” /briefly channels Bones from TOS Star Trek

a-a: Sari is missing her best friend Bee very much, and despite the other four Team Prime members trying to keep her as far from Blitzwing as possible — “No such thing as a reformed ‘Con, he’s DANGEROUS” Ratchet grumps…

a-a: …Sari keeps sneaking past them to try and befriend Blitzwing, first because she wants the single-jet-alt to take her up flying to go find Bee, and then because she can’t help but feel sorry for him, he’s so distressed and obviously lonely after being three in one head for so long.

a-a: Honestly, Bumblebee’s youthful mischief and recklessness/carelessness could plausibly be misconstrued as Decepticon tendencies ready to be nurtured into full-fledged Decepticon-ness by a biased eye. That plus Megatron’s endorsement would have Lugnut on board the recruitment train for sure.

a-a: And at some point Megatron and Shockwave communicate to swap status updates, and Shockwave — who remembers from being Longarm that Bumblebee has a good Autobot-y heart under the brashness — is just like “… you’re trying to recruit WHO? Wait, since when can that little yellow Autobot FLY? What is going ON over there?!”

[gurengui]

➳ xiao dejun as your boyfriend:

a/n: i just think he's really neat or whatever 💔

ah dejun this lovely gem of a person :,)

he comes across as a very tender & giving lover to me <3

like you can sense how gentle & moral yet fun he is and it's wonderful ｡◕‿◕｡

moments with him leave long lasting impressions on you, ones which you will keep recalling & smiling about~

he'll always text to check in on you & let you know about the littlest of things that happened during his day ☀️

like how he ended up burning a simple oreo mug cake twice in the microwave insert dramatic chef xiao, how he saw 3 sparrows while waiting in the car or how he saw a double rainbow with the members 🌈

is the type of person who will slowdance to literally any song because he just loves holding you & having you close to him

(it's the purest form of comfort to him 😭)

and boy. his stare will be filled with so much love & warmth it's giving me literal goosebumps whenever he admires you 👀

which is like always pfft & you practically feel it radiating off him but when you do stare back his cheeks have an apparent tint to them and it's very precious

i feel like if you're mad at something or someone he will get mad with you & help you vent that way ( ͡❛ - ͡❛)

and THEN after you've calmed down & are feeling better he'll suggest solutions & help you out with the problem. he's smart like that 😌

you know you have his full attention when he's looking into your eyes, nodding & raising his eyebrows in agreement after you finish each sentence ✅

like he'll be so attentive?? he just really likes you okie?? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

when you'll be there for him in his vulnerable states, he will rely on you no doubt & feel extremely thankful & valid :,)

but will never tell you about it though cause he'll get teased by you hehe <('o'<)

i feel like dejun is sorta clumsy too: in ways you find cute but through which he physically gets hurt 💔

random but he may have a winking habit ?? like that's something he does without realising but it's slick as hell so issokay ;))

may have a thing for touching foreheads, maybe even booping yours randomly from time to time but it's a simple act of skinship which weirdly calms him~

also rubs the back of his head when he's embarrassed AND IT'S SO PRECIOUS

he'll LOVE it when you call him nicknames, any name which is not his: he's such a sucker for them they make his heart flutter

being with dejun will feel intense yet so freeing at the same time, like you'll feel up in the sky one moment & reach the depths of your heart in another ◕ ◡ ◕ ♡

plants twirling & dancing in the light breeze, getting hypnotised by bonfires in the night, peaceful drizzling in the night & reading stories from your childhood 🧸

certain moments i experience and think of dejun because the mans reminds me of such specifically pure things which the world has to offer~

can you imagine him humming/singing his s/o to sleep? that- imma combust 😔😔

idk man i just wanna hug him tight & praise him till the end of time because he should know that he deserves all of it.

[a-libra-writes]

stanny hc time 😎

stannis and childhood bff (~age 12-15) have daily lessons together with maester cressen, and one day, childhood bestie gets a gift sent from her family to storm’s end—a new hairnet embellished with gems (the gem color(s) depends on the colors of her house’s sigil—for example, a redwyne reader’s would have purple and/or green gems, so amethysts and/or peridots/emeralds)

anyway, the next day, she wears the hairnet to the lesson. it’s meant for special occasions, but she’s so excited that she just has to try it. she actually forgets that she’s wearing it after a little while, so it’s business as usual and she just acts normal. when she enters the library for the morning lesson, stannis does a fucking double take 👀👀👀

(friendly reminder that he’s crushing on her, and that crush is i n t e n s e)

cressen is discussing some book or other that they’re reading on…valyria, maybe? perhaps mereen? stannis doesn’t know; he isn’t paying attention. while his bff silently follows along with cressen in her copy of the book, he’s just…staring. for a long ass time. those gems are really pretty. and the way the light catches in them.. the way they gleam when she tilts her head… the way they stand out in her hair… pretty hair. so pretty. it looks so soft. i wanna touch it. but that would be weird. focus, stannis. come on.

but she’s so pretty…

now my stomach’s twisting and aching again. i ought to stop eating those lemons so much; the last batch must have rotted.

cressen thinks him ill or something because he always follows along and is attentive and adds his two cents, but he’s so quiet today. he never fails to keep up…usually. but now, he’s in la la land. then cressen follows his gaze…and smirks a bit

and he just knows what’s up

(he ships it. hard. he may or may not very subtly try to push them together and tell stannis how beneficial a marriage alliance with her family would be)

- 💛🦌🖤

I love flustered Stannis getting distracted 😆 Bonus points is he still gets distracted by her charm and beauty even when they're adults and married haha. It's just more subtle (probably).