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3amfanfiction · 13 days ago

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You wrote this about Simon: “At this lieutenant, already chewed up and spit out by the world. More scars than skin at this point. You wonder how many people only see the scars and not the shivering body underneath it, waiting for a soft touch.”

I’d LOVE to read more of this - i wanna be the one to offer him the soft touch he wants so badly, maaaan! He’s just so big n’ strong but i want to let him curl up against me while i pet him until he stops shivering

This came through at the perfect time. I had the desire to write but I was picking at all my wips half heartedly bc none of the them were what I wanted.

But this? This I wanted.

So thank you again and please enjoy 1.5k words of acclimatizing Simon to soft touches.

<33

Ask referencing this post.

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He scared you, the first time you saw him.

Not because of how big he was (tall, thick, muscular) or the look in his eyes (cold, dismissive, too watchful), not even because of the scars themselves (numerous, expansive, tragic).

It was because you knew any interaction would come across as a threat. He had that look in his eyes that said he'd seen the worst of what the world had to offer and he persisted through luck and spite equally. Now he was sat in front of you, too disciplined to let his skin shiver but hating being seen. Hating that you were looking.

When you met him it was through a friend of a friend sort of thing. One of your friends was seeing a Scottish boy and invited you out for drinks with them. You had no reason to say no so you found yourself sitting at a high-top doing your best not to bother the man sitting quietly to your right.

His gruff, Simon, during introductions was the only thing he had said in the last hour, content to sit quietly and watch. Almost outside of the group even though he was sitting at the same table. You made sure to include him when you were speaking to the group, your eyes darting to each person as you spoke, not leaving anyone out. But you made sure to never direct a hard question at him that required an answer. It was all, I bet you never have a problem seeing over the crowd. or I'll grab everyone a drink while I'm up or Sorry, I'll be out of your space in a moment, my jacket was getting a little warm.

He would look at you. Every time you spoke to him he wouldn't shy away from eye contact but that was where his involvement ended. Never a head nod or shake, never a verbal answer.

By the end of the night you were positive he didn't like you. He didn't dis-like you but he didn't like you, you were pretty sure. That was okay though. You'd done your best not to infringe on his space, not wanting to step on his toes. You thought you had done a good job all around and put it out of your mind, the interaction over and done with and no longer needing to be reviewed.

What you never realized was Simon's shoulders lowered a whole inch throughout the course of the night.

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You called your friend out on the number of times she invited you to hang out with Johnny and Simon, flat out asking if she and Johnny were trying to set you and Simon up through subtle double-dating.

"No!" She leaned forward grabbing your hand, her eyes looking earnestly into yours, "I promise it's not like that. Johnny told me he's pretty much all Simon has. Well, their team is. So they're always together when they're home. I don't want Simon to feel like a third wheel or left out or anything."

And you believed her. This was one of her strong suits, always looking out for others. That's probably why you two got along so well, a pair of givers, the both of you. And she had a point. The idea of Simon sitting awkwardly with the other two as his only companions made something twist in your stomach. You didn't want that for him.

So you kept seeing Simon and you kept doing your best to give him space but include him at the same time. You were shocked the first day he spoke to you but the fact that it was a bad joke made a sort of perfect sense.

"What's the best way to carve wood?"

You looked over at him in shock that this was what he chose to break the ice with. At the same time you were delighted and you couldn't help but feel giddy at the prospect of Simon telling you a joke. A bad one by the sound of it.

"How?"

"Whittle by whittle."

"That was absolutely terrible."

He smiled to himself if his eye crinkles had anything to say about it. That giddy feeling bubbling up inside you was getting unsettlingly big right about now. You looked at the ground and bit your lip to keep from a cheesy grin of your own breaking out.

Before you knew it he had no problem speaking to you. While never particularly verbose, he would respond to comments directed towards him, offer his opinion if options were offered, and kept telling awful jokes.

You were hopelessly charmed.

You broke your own rules and reached for him first.

You were sat next to him on a bench, the sun setting and the evening air cooling further. He had told you another one of his god-awful jokes when you unthinkingly swatted out with your hand, brushing his arm. His muscles jumped and his arm tensed right before you made contact as if bracing for a hit. An involuntary reaction to someone reaching for him. It was a horrifying realization.

You sobered quickly and your chuckle died off awkwardly. You turned to face forward, looking out at the street, watching for any sign of your friend or Johnny who had stepped into the store for a quick moment leaving you and Simon to find a bench while you waited. You hoped that if you didn't draw attention to it then your faux pas would pass unmentioned.

You let out a relieved sigh when Simon continued with another comment, not taking your overstepping to heart. By the time the other two had rejoined you the whole situation was forgotten, water under the bridge. You didn't think of it again until it was the end of the night with everyone about to go their separate ways.

When you said goodbye to Simon he said it back, reaching out to brush his hand down your arm in return in almost the exact same spot as where you'd touched him earlier.

Your heart skipped a beat before picking up a double pace. You couldn't help but beam at him, a wide grin splitting your face even as he grunted and turned away, likely embarrassed by your show of emotion.

Today had been a good day after all.

You thought you had ruined it for a moment there, thankful when Simon seemed to brush past it. You hadn't expected him to reciprocate in the same manner though.

Maybe he really did like hanging out with you. You never doubted it for a second.

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It took time–a slow steady build to where you ended up, curled up on the couch together with Simon laying on top of you. You both had your tops off to bask in a little skin-to-skin time.

You'd been together for a few months at this point and it was like night and day to compare him to the Simon you met all that time ago. This one couldn't keep his hands off you to save his life. It was a slow warm-up to get past his walls in a way that wasn't upsetting to either of you. Soft touches that slowly built, leading to hand holding, to hugging, to kissing, to this.

You dragged your fingers slowly up his back, fingertips catching on raised scar tissue before continuing on, ever moving. He hummed into the crook of your neck where he had buried his face when you switched from fingertips to nails, gently scratching the skin.

You loved spending time like this, feeling Simon melt into you, eager for every touch he could get. If you were sitting still and Simon was in the vicinity you could bet that he would be pressed against your side before too much time had passed. Eager for the soft caresses you always had for him.

He was starved for touch and you wanted to feed him.

So you offered, again and again in the beginning–most times with no luck, to let him touch you. On the couch watching TV? Your arms would open, inviting a hug when he walked by. At the table? Your head was tilting up for a kiss if he wanted one. Passing each other in the hallway? You'd raise your hand and hold it in front of you, letting him press his big barrel chest into your palm if he wanted.

It was a slow acclimatization that brought you to today and the taste was all the sweeter for the time you had poured into it.

You lifted a hand to drag it through the spiky hairs at the back of his head, enjoying his groan of contentment. It sounded like he was already halfway asleep and you knew you wouldn't be leaving this spot for a while.

Might as well settle in and get comfortable. You familiarized him to gentle touches, now he was insatiable for them. He would be consuming them from you greedily for as long as you offered.

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #i enjoyed writing this #asks #thank you nonnie for sending in this ask! i appreciate it more than you know #touch starved!simon riley #slow acclimatization #as it should be

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swarvey · 4 months ago

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Can you do bachelor hcs where farmer is like super hurt? Like blood gushing from their abdomen or smth?? Like basically life threatening

when they think you're not going to make it | sdv bachelors x gn!reader

summary -> how some of the boys react to seeing you come out of the mines unconscious with nearly fatal wounds. warnings -> blood and injuries, panic attacks, harsh language

a/n: basically a more severe version of this series lol, i hope you enjoy!!! <3 alex's is probs the longest bc i was inspired heh, i started with alex and shane, but lmk if y'all want more!

alex

feels like his throat is closing in on itself when he sees you all beaten up in harvey's clinic

harvey has to yell at linus to get him out of the room when he keeps trying to reach you

completely panics at the thought of losing you

he just doesn't want to be alone again

it was no secret alex hated hospitals, and harvey's small clinic was no exception. he always tried to leave his appointments with the doctor as soon as he could, and although he would accompany you to yours, he preferred to stand outside until you finished. everything about the environment was too much for him, too painful.

so when linus — the local homeless guy he never really cared to talk to — caught him on the street and practically begged him to go to the clinic, he wasn't entirely convinced. only when your name slipped off his tongue did his eyes widen, his feet moving before his mind could catch up.

alex hated hospitals, and now he had a reason to hate them even more.

"y/n?"

his voice was barely audible as the world around him began to fade, only focusing on your paled face and the blood-soaked bandage wrapped around your torso. his breath got stuck in his chest, and an all too familiar feeling began to swarm him —images of his poor mother laying in a cold hospital bed, monitors beeping rapidly as the doctors failed to save her.

not again. please, not again.

"get him out of here!" harvey demanded, pushing him away from your body. alex blinked, realizing he'd moved past the doctor and was desperately trying to hold onto you. "alex, you have to step away, or else i won't be able to help them."

"stop it, they need me! let me go," he loudly protested. he knew it was childish; he knew he sounded like the same kid he was all those years ago, begging to see his mom one last time, but he didn't care. this was you, and he couldn't lose you. he couldn't lose anyone else.

despite his efforts, alex was swiftly dragged away by linus's unexpected strength. before he knew it, he was standing outside the clinic in the cool evening air, chest heaving as he tried to breathe.

"take some deep breaths," the older man said, somehow sounding level-headed. "it'll be okay."

"the fuck do you know?" alex snapped, voice wavering. "you don't know anything about what it's like, do you? what it's like to lose someone? to watch someone die?" his voice hitched, tears beginning to well in his eyes before spilling down his cheeks. "i can't do this. i-i can't do this again, not again, not after last time — i can't—"

"hey." strong hands planted themselves on his shoulders, and his panicked gaze met linus's kind eyes. "this isn't the first time i've dragged people out of the mines, alright? trust me, i've seen worse. they'll be okay."

"you don't know that," alex replied weakly. "they might not make it."

"they're strong, you know that."

"she was strong, too. my mom was the strongest person on this planet." more tears blurred his vision. "look where she ended up."

linus sighed, dropping his arms. "she was," he agreed, and alex looked up in surprise, "but this is different, alex."

"how do you—"

"alex." he turned, meeting harvey's exhausted smile. "you can come in now." alex nodded, wiping his face with his sleeve and giving linus a a grateful look before walking in.

your face was still pale and you weren't awake, but it was clear you were much better than before. a new, clean bandage covered your abdomen, and an iv was attached to your arm.

alex let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. "so, they'll be okay?" he asked, sitting on the chair beside you.

"yes, with some recovery, of course," harvey said, sounding just as relieved as alex felt. "though, i would strongly advise not letting them go to the mines for a while. an injury like this won't heal quicky, and it will likely scar. please talk to them after they wake."

"got it, doc. seriously, thank you so much." with another smile and a nod, harvey walked to another part of the clinic, leaving alex alone with you. he kept repeating the doctor's words in his head as he grabbed your limp hand, watching your chest fall up and down with each breath. "you'll be okay," he whispered, though it wasn't you he was trying to convince.

as alex drifted off to sleep next to you, he silently reminded himself to stop by linus's tent the following morning.

shane

he usually acts pissed at you whenever you get hurt, but it's only bc he knows you can handle yourself

usually you can, anyway, which is why he's worried when you don't come home when you said you would

he's quick to leave the house and immediately starts looking for you (tries to convince himself you're just running late)

in complete shock when he sees you in dr. harvey's arms as he rushes into the clinic with maru beside him

shane glanced at the clock for the fifth time in the last minute, frown deepening when you still didn't appear in the doorway. he could practically hear you chastising him for being too dramatic, but he didn't care — you'd never been this late before, and a tugging feeling in his gut told him there was something wrong.

swearing under his breath, he threw on his jacket and left the farm, telling himself that you probably just got caught up at the saloon, or maybe you stopped by the community center. then again, you had mentioned you wanted to get back into fishing—

"maru, get the door!"

a cold wave washed over shane's entire body, making him halt mid-step.

all he could focus on was your bloodied face hanging from harvey's arms as he rushed you into the clinic, maru hot on his tail.

for a second, time seemed to stop.

then, he was sprinting to catch the door and run in after them, panicked words spewing from his mouth before he could even process his thoughts.

"what the— what the fuck happened? where did you even—? are they going to be okay, oh shit, are they gonna wake up—"

"shane," harvey gritted out through his teeth, "you need to leave, now."

immediately, shane stood his ground, jaw clenched. "i'm not fuckin' going anywhere, not 'til they're awake."

"shane," the doctor repeated in a softer tone, eyes pleading with him, "i can't work on them with you in the room. this wound is deep — i need to operate, and you can't be here."

"please," maru added quietly, looking more distressed than shane had ever seen the typically laidback girl. "th-they might not make it."

harvey gave her a look, but didn't deny her words. shane felt his stomach drop.

then, wordlessly, he turned and slammed open the door into the waiting room, forcing himself into a seat as he bit back panicked tears. maru's words kept playing back in his head like a broken record, and suddenly, shane realized he might have to face a terrifying world without you in it.

"fuck," he cursed, letting his head fall into his hands to hide the hot tears streaming down his face. at first, he thought he was angry — he always told you to be careful, that you shouldn't be running around so damn carelessly all the time, you're not fuckin' invincible. you never listened, of course, always spewing something stupid about doing what's best for everyone. after hearing that phrase more than a handful of times, shane thought it was pretty reasonable for him to be a little pissed.

in that moment, though, who the hell was he kidding? he was nowhere near pissed; he was scared.

you couldn't die, not yet — not when he just got better, not when he still had so much left to say to you. the thought of never being able to see your smile again made him nauseous, and he wished he could rewind back to the morning so he could tug you back into bed with him. stay, he would say. you're not leaving my side today, alright?

he knew it wouldn't have worked. he would still try, though.

shane didn't realize how long he stayed in the same position until the waiting room doors creaked open, his head shooting up at the sound. harvey greeted him with a nod, which he returned stiffly as he stood up.

"d-did everything go okay?" he asked, swallowing in an attempt to soothe his rough voice. "are they—?"

"they're fine," harvey replied, a small smile upturning his lips at the sound of shane's relieved swears.

"thank fuck, i don't know what i would've— it doesn't matter, can i come in?" he barely waited for a response before slipping past the doctor and finding your bed.

he caught maru on her way out, giving her another nod. she smiled, wider than harvey's, before making her way to the other room.

shane hesitantly grabbed your hand as he sat down in the chair beside you, scared he might break you if he held you too roughly. when you didn't stir, he laced his fingers with yours and held them to his forehead, pressing a firm kiss to the back of your hand.

"you scared the shit out of me," he sighed, shaking his head. "god, i don't know what i would've done if you— if i couldn't—" he couldn't bring himself to finish his sentence, resorting to giving your hand another kiss. "you better wake up, you hear me? i'll fuckin' kill you if you don't." he half expected you to answer. he could hear your voice in his head telling him to stop acting so tough, that you could see right through him.

instead, the sound of your steady breaths filled the room, and even then, shane felt like that was your way of telling him everything would be okay.

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kazumist · 4 months ago

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THE NAME OF LOVE .ᐟ

✩ — the three times hoshina soshiro dismissed his feelings for you as something that friends do and the one time he realized otherwise.

✩ — request: IVE BEEN WANTING TO REQ U SOMETHING FOR SO LONG NOW I HOPE U DONT MIND !! can i ask for hopeless romantic reader and hoshina soushirou.... the way he... is...... (LOVE PESSIMIST 🫵) I'm a sucker for hoshina falling first or confessing first but it is truly up to you!! i genuinely have no idea where im going with this so pls feel free to change anything to your liking

✩ — includes: hoshina soshiro x gn!reader. fluff. cw: uhm funky pacing bc this is just pure word vom LAWLZ. wc: 3583 (i did not expect for it to be this long i swear). reader works for operations and is considered as second best to okonogi (is also okonogi's assitant). ikaruga and okonogi cameo yipee! hoshina is bad at feelings ™. reblogs and feedback are much appreciated !!

to love is something you cannot name.

that’s a saying that stitched itself onto your brain because it just makes sense. loving someone has way too much depth, depending on the person who is the one lending out their heart and who they are giving it out to in the first place. it could be named as anything, depicted as anything, or interpreted as anything.

especially for you, who had witnessed, watched, read, and consumed all sorts of media that named love as numerous things. sometimes love is tragic, making two people feel so much just for them to get pulled away from each other when they were so close to running into each other’s arms. sometimes love is mirthful, having two people become the best versions of themselves around the person they love because they feel safe becoming vulnerable with the other. yet sometimes love is bittersweet, accepting the art of letting go as it was for the best—accepting that things weren’t just meant to be but not forgetting the emotions the person made you feel.

well, how were you supposed to know what love really is? a hopeless romantic is hopeless for a reason.

having a day off is quite rare, even for the employees of the operations department. the work was quite demanding, as any job involving the JAKDF was. but you still made time to relax and enjoy your rest from time to time, whether that was rewatching a good old romcom film from the 2000s or reading a new romance novel you decided to pick up.

it was normal for a hopeless romantic to dream. to fantasize. that maybe they could experience an extraordinary love like it is portrayed in films or described in songs. so naturally, as a hopeless romantic yourself, you weren’t any different. you just wanted to experience love—to be loved.

then again, liking someone does count as experiencing romance in a sense. admiring someone with traits the public doesn’t really notice is… rare. but that’s how it always went with you. though you wouldn’t really say that you actually acted upon your feelings, they're usually be gone once that person has stepped out of the current environment you’re in.

that’s how it was before.

vice captain hoshina was a respectable man. he is talented, and he sure as hell knows it. as the ton put it, you and the vice captain had a strange relationship—nobody really knows what to call you two. as the secondary leader of operations and okonogi’s assistant, it was only natural to be in the presence of the vice captain most of the time. but there’s just something different when it comes to how you two treated each other.

from flirtatious remarks and confusing gestures that you aren’t sure if you’re supposed to interpret as romantic, just what were you to the vice captain? you’ve observed long enough that he only does this to you. though you don’t really hate it. in fact, you like it that he’s only like that to you—but you weren’t supposed to like him, you swear! but honestly speaking, how could you not? you had plenty of reasons to like the vice captain in that way. you just pray that no one has really noticed it.

however, okonogi wasn’t stupid. she gets praised for her analytical skills for a reason and you wish she didn’t have to use those skills when it came to your romantic interest in the vice captain of all things. she promised to keep it a secret, though, and keeping secrets is a thing okonogi was really good at (to your surprise).

— — — — — — — —

the first time hoshina denied his feelings for you was when he overheard some rookies talking about you.

“(l/n) is such a blessing to the third division, don’t you think?” one said as the other hummed in agreement. “i know, right? they’re so nice! did you know that they helped me once? they gave me tips on what i should do to enhance my combat power for my fighting style; it was really helpful too!” the rookie beamed. hoshina had an unsettling feeling churning inside of him as he eavesdropped on the conversation. but he quickly shook it off, thinking that he probably ate something funny earlier.

but why hasn’t he received such treatment from you? you were closer to him than some rookies, right?

right?

wait, what the hell is wrong with me? hoshina thinks, snapping out of his earlier thoughts. he was not jealous of some rookies. those were just rookies, for christ’s sake! hoshina walks away, only to be greeted by the sight of you and ikaruga talking this time.

“thanks again for the film recommendation the other day, (l/n). i didn’t expect to enjoy it so much—you were completely right! it did suit my preferences,” he excitedly says. hoshina watches silently, observing everything in detail. and one thing he notices is that ikaruga is standing close to you—way too close than he preferred.

“really? i’m glad you liked them, ikaruga. feel free to ask for more film recs when you’re free.” you laughed at his enthusiasm. ikaruga had always been a fun person to converse with, in your opinion. and you two bonded over films! but it was really nothing more than that. “will definitely do!” he replies, giving you a two finger wave as he excuses himself.

he was definitely not jealous. why would he be jealous in the first place? you two were just friends.

and friends don’t get jealous like this.

— — — — — — — —

the second time was when he was undergoing recovery after the whole fiasco of the tachikawa base raid. everyone was exhausted. it was fortunate that the third division didn’t get any casualties during the incident; the majority of the troops were only injured for the most part. soshiro was counted among the severely injured troops but he doesn’t regret it one bit.

or so he thought.

soshiro wakes up slowly, blinking and squirting his eyes at the sudden brightness of the light above him. he felt a weight on the side of his bed when he tried to get up, as if something (or someone) was pressing down on the blanket. looking down, he wouldn’t mistake your hair for anyone else. he knew it was you with just a glance.

and there you were, sleeping softly on the side of hoshina soshiro’s bed. soshiro takes note of your appearance that he could see right now—which was really just your messy hair. he gets up, making sure that you don’t wake up. it is likely that the operation has not had much sleep up to this point, which is why you ended up sleeping in his hospital room of all places.

he feels bad. a hand slowly reaches out to your head, stroking it ever so gently. if he were to be honest, he was worried for he operations team during the attack. he recalls regularly checking in to see if things were okay on your end, and you kept reassuring him that everyone was unscathed. his other hand reaches out to his phone on his bedside, checking to see if he missed anything. he was unconscious until now, he thinks. and the text from okonogi just confirmed all of his suspicions.

you’re probably still unconscious by the time i sent this, but they’ve been there every day since you got admitted.

that’s all the message contained. soshiro glances at you again, a soft smile tugging on his lips. he doesn’t get why okonogi felt the need to send him that text, but the thought of you waiting for him to be conscious again made him feel… warm inside. but it all went away as he pulled back his hand from your head as you stirred awake. you raised your head, adjusting yourself to be in a more comfortable position as you rubbed your eyes with your knuckles.

shock was an understatement when you realized that he was finally awake.

“vice captain! i—sorry, i didn’t mean to sleep on your bed. wait, are you okay? does anything hurt?” he just stared at your eyes, trying to process something. shock was still present in your eyes, and relief was mixed in them too. you noticed him not answering anything you said. worried that he might be suffering from some aftereffects, you asked him again. “uhm… vice captain hoshina?”

he snaps out of it as soon as he hears his name. “sorry, i was just thinking. what were you saying?”

“er… is there something on my face? you’ve been staring at my face the whole time since i woke up…”

hoshina blinks once. twice. then thrice. before he focuses his gaze on something else, looking away from you. you held back a laugh at the sight of red tinting his ears as he apologized for his actions.

“i’m glad you’re alright, vice captain.”

hoshina freezes. he didn’t expect those words to have a bigger impact on him than they do now. but this is all natural, isn’t it? friends worry about each other. friends wish and hope that the other is okay.

yet why does he feel bitter when he labels this as something that friends—no, snap out of it. he thinks.

“i’m glad you’re alright too.”

— — — — — — — —

the third time was when you were sent to work to the first division of all places. he was completely against it, of course, but he doesn’t have any concrete reason to actually protest against it.

it was quite boring to not have you there. he didn’t really have anyone to disturb anymore. and the sudden change in the vice captain’s demeanor doesn’t go unnoticed by the platoon leaders. sure, he still had the same toothy grin on his lips, with his fang peeking out ever so often but deep down, you can’t really point out if it was genuine.

after all, hoshina soshiro was good at concealing his emotions and thoughts.

but then again, okonogi wasn’t stupid. it pains her to be the one who’s stuck between the vice captain and her subordinate. soshiro was the same as the night he didn’t get to neutralize kaiju no. 8 back then. shoulder slumped, arms crossed, a slight pout on his lips, and an expression that clearly stated he was pondering about something—or perhaps someone?

“you miss them, don’t you?” okonogi suddenly asks as she organizes the paperwork in front of her. working with hoshina when it came to paperwork wasn’t really new, except for this time because you would also be present in times like these. “miss who?” he decided to play dumb (or is the right term indenial?)

“please don’t make me spell it out for you, vice captain.” she replied, pushing up her glasses.

hoshina doesn’t reply, zoning out as he thinks about okonogi’s words. well, it wasn’t really false that your sudden absence had changed things in the vice captain’s usual routine. he doesn’t see you making a cup of coffee after he finishes training in the middle of the night. nor does he see you drowning yourself in research at the library when you’re not in the operations room, where soshiro would personally lend you a hand and provide his own insights on whatever you’re researching.

oh.

he does miss you.

but that’s just normal, right? friends miss each other. and friends tend to leave sometimes but they will always come back when the time is right. however, the head of operations for the third division didn’t have to be some kind of genius to put two and two together.

the vice captain has some sort of interest in you as well; he just hasn’t realized it himself.

— — — — — — — —

the day you returned from the first division was the day everything went back to normal for soshiro.

it was currently a quarter after one in the morning, and he had just finished his training. he ended up going more overtime than usual, but if he hadn't, he probably would’ve missed the open door to the library at this hour. and of course, being the ever so curious man he is, he takes a peek in.

and again, there you were. but this time, you were drowning yourself again in research. your hair was a bit messy, and the eyebags doesn’t go unnoticed by him. yet in spite of that, soshiro still found your appearance to be lovely. maybe it was just the fatigue from his training, or perhaps it’s the thought of you being so determined in your work that sparked such a thought in him.

regardless of what the reason actually was, soshiro found your appearance lovely despite it all.

“you should head to bed soon.” he says, approaching the table you were currently working on. you looked up, surprised to see him awake at this hour. but you put your focus back on your work, not even giving him a second glance—which surprised the vice captain. he reads on whatever you were working on, noticing that they were mostly reports of kaiju no. 9.

“researching on kaiju no. 9, i see. need a hand?”

“there’s just something off about him and i can’t put my finger on it. also thanks, but no thanks. i can handle this myself, vice captain.”

“it’s almost two in the morning, are you sure about that?”

he didn’t quite catch on to what your reply was, but he was positive that you just declined his offer either way. hoshina decides to pull up the chair beside you and grab the small stack of reports in front of you. he rotates the lamp a bit in his direction, but just enough to leave some light for you to read as well if you needed to.

you sigh at him. “vice captain, you really don’t have to—”

“but i want to. it’s the least i could do.”

truth be told, you really can’t bring yourself to be in the presence of the vice captain now. everything was just confusing. you were aware that the vice captain doesn’t really like paperwork in general (who even likes paperwork in the first place?) but you don’t get why he’s so insistent on helping you every time he finds you here.

you don’t get why he likes your company so much. you considered yourself to be plain, a bit mundane for someone to actually spend some time with. especially when your interests don’t really spark any others for the most part.

and while you may be a hopeless romantic, you weren’t foolish. even if you like the vice captain who’s currently making an effort to help you with your work, he’s just way out of your league. he’s too high to reach, and you were sure as hell that he would never actually look at you in that way. not now, not ever.

but why? why does a part of you keep saying that maybe he does? he wouldn’t do all of that if he didn’t actually look at you in that way, right? hope is a dangerous thing for someone who doesn’t know how to stop. for someone like you who refuses to give up on most occasions. it was stupid. foolish. naive.

not now, not ever would hoshina soshiro actually look at you that way.

“vice captain, please get some rest.”

“i could say the same to you.”

god, why is this man so stubborn? is he not tired from all the late night training he does? you thought, slowly getting frustrated. hoshina tells you his observations based on the reports in his hands and shares his hypothesis on the matter. he had some valid points and he’s lending a great hand at the moment. but frustration was just getting the best of you at the moment from your numerous trains of thought.

“the fact that he can adapt so easily is scary in itself. and the recent report of him breaking in the operations room in the first division states that—”

“why are you doing this?” you cut him off.

hoshina stares at you, dumbfounded at your question. he opens his mouth to answer, but no words actually come out of him. he chuckles bitterly in his mind. soshiro would like an answer to that question as well. but then it dawned on him. every flashed across his mind in seconds, and he finally realized it.

yet the result of that still scared him.

he was in love. hoshina soshiro is in love—with you nonetheless. the person he swore was just a friend. it took him quite a while to realize it, always being in denial that it was just normal for friends to act the way you two were. but he was in love. and that scared him. because what is he supposed to do when he finally realizes that you have consumed him? he never wanted this to happen, not in a million years.

but perhaps he was in love with you long before he started tripping along the lines of being friends and something more.

why are you doing this? your question echoed in his head. because i love you, he swallows back down his throat. he can’t say it. there’s no way things would work out. he could die any day and he’d rather not see you miserable because of his death. it would be better if you found someone else—but how ironic. he couldn’t really handle the thought of you being with someone else in the first place.

why are you doing this? your question echoes again. “because i love you.” he finally says, hesitant even. hesitant to know what you’re reaction was going to be. your eyes went wide at the sudden confession, and hoshina was certain that you wouldn’t believe him (well, he couldn’t really believe it either). “you’re kidding me,” you replied.

“i’m not.”

and surely enough, the look on the vice captain’s eyes said it all. he was dead serious. "i... why?” it's ten past two in the fucking morning, and you were too scared to accept that all of this was occurring right now, so you were afraid to ask. you were too scared to just randomly wake up and realize that maybe it was all a dream. too scared to believe that your feelings are being reciprocated.

“because you’re different—different to me, if that makes sense. it’s like you have this effect when it comes to me. food tastes better whenever i share a meal with you; my day just feels more peaceful whenever i get to see you’re doing fine, and i realized that maybe i haven’t actually looked at you like a friend or coworker for as long as i can remember; i was just too stupid to realize it earlier.” he avoids his gaze for a moment before looking at you again.

“i love you. i want you to look at me and love me too. we’ve come too far to turn back. i’m already too deep into you.”

you were speechless.

he loves you. he loves you. he loves you. it repeated like some sort of chant inside of your head as you processed everything. hoshina soshiro loves you back—who would’ve thought? you hadn’t realized that he was sitting so close to you. the tension was so thick, but you easily cut it down as you started with your response.

“you’re an amazing man, vice captain, and i truly cannot grasp how you could feel such feelings towards me, but i love you too.” you could see hoshina jump in his seat in shock at your confession, but you continued. “i love you in ways you have never been loved, for reasons that you may not have been told, for longer than you think you deserve and with more than you will ever know existed inside of me. yet i can’t help but still wonder… how? why? wait no, why was already answered—”

he chuckles at you. stopping you with your words. “what’s so funny?” you pouted at him. “it’s nothing. i just can’t believe that we’re seriously having this moment at two in the morning.”

“sorry, i think that may have been on my part. i kind of snapped there because i was just so… confused.”

“confused?”

“yeah, confused if we’ve crossed the line between friends or lovers without actually realizing it. crazy, right?”

hoshina moves a bit closer to you, making the distance between the two of you smaller than before. he puts his forehead against yours. “not really, but i look at you, and i just love you, and it terrifies me. it terrifies me what i would do for you. i’m in love but i’m also terrified—that’s what i think is crazy.”

“then let’s be terrified together,” you whispered to him.

a soft laugh leaves his lips this time. “i like the sound of that.” he whispers back.

he loves you.

and you love him back.

that’s all what matters.

love, in general, can make you feel all sorts of things. joy, confusion, anger, fear, and many more. it can also make you do all sorts of things. it can make you do things you never really imagined doing for or with someone in the first place. it tends to be irrational—ridiculous, even. but the thought of doing all of it for the person you care most about? you finally realized that’s simply what love is all about for you.

to love is something you truly cannot name.

#( writings )#kaiju no. 8 x reader #kaiju no. 8 #kn8 x reader #kn8 #soshiro hoshina x reader #hoshina soshiro x reader #hoshina x reader #soshiro hoshina #x reader #IM SO INSANE LIKE WDYM I WROTE FOR HIM AGAIN #ILL WRITE FOR MY OTHER REQUESTS I SWEAR JUST GIVE ME SOME MORE TIME #im having troubles w an ichikawa req i have uhhh but its fine ik what will happen i just dont know how to put it into words yk !!!!#but ill post that one soon along w my narumi piece too (hopefully)

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lexirosewrites · 2 months ago

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Ok last slick sunday ask that's been sitting in my head!! The 2 part one I did was a great exercise & helped me get some imagery thoughts processed abt things for my haunted Harrington fic 👻

A!Eddie is ofc our favorite famous rock star, an aspirational horror director/actor, fantasy nerd, who's seen w a different omega in every city @ every event

O!Steve is a historian, specifically a costume historian, he has a degree tht he has framed in a reproduction of a rococo golden frame, he has a YouTube channel, Steve's Seams, tht he started initially as a way to keep his adopted mom (B!Claudia) updated & involved w his projects, he specializes in the mid to late Victorian era but he has put in the work on other projects of different eras (high middle ages, Renaissance, regency) Steve makes an effort to make these garments using materials & tools tht r as close to historically accurate as one can get, his videos r informative & calming & his voice is soothing & his projects r creative at their core

he did an entire video series when he was invited to the Met Costumes Department just absolutely nerding out, asking questions, having bubbly conversations. It's this series tht makes his channel suddenly blow up. He's getting comments on old videos, alot of the comments abt how attractive he is, the most popular videos tend to b his videos reviewing costumes in "period piece" movies/shows, not bc he's harsh but bc he takes the time to explain/illustrate how something would've looked if it'd been made accurate to the period the media is meant to b set in

Some time later.........

Eddie & Corroded Coffin r planning a series of music videos for their upcoming album, they've got a reputation for their conceptual albums tht have powerful aesthetics, their albums till now r set in blatantly fantasy worlds following a vague middle ages aesthetic, but now they're stuck.

They've made a rock opera essentially & they know the story they're telling in the album: an alpha detective finds themselves swept up in a missing persons case turned to a murder case tht leads them into a vampiric city underground, literal blood sucking mafia essentially, where they finds the victims omega mate amongst a coven of vampires, now turned & mated to the vampire tht leads the entire underground, the victim had been abusing the omega & when they went to the vampire mafia bc they saw no other recourse, the omega was discovered to b the reincarnation of the leaders first & only love, the album/opera ends w the detective being fed to the hungry horde.

They're throwing ideas back & forth for the music videos w their ever talented manager/agent/creative coordinator A!Chrissy, they have a disappointing meeting but when they come back the next day Chrissy has pep in her step & proudly shows them a YouTube video. It's a critique of one of their music videos from their first big break album, it'd been vaguely set in the middle ages/Renaissance, except this person doesn't care abt the music instead they’re observing the costumes, explaining the time period they'd been borrowing from, how the costumes would've been constructed/actually looked during the historic period they'd presented. Then Chrissy shows them a video of this YouTube channel constructing a Victorian opera gown & opera suit. It's a eureka moment as the band realizes where she's going w this, a Victorian vampire is classic! Why not lean into the whole thing? Eddie is quiet as they discuss giving one word & noncommittal answers, bc he's stuck staring at the gorgeous omega in the paused video, then he speaks up over all the noise saying they NEED this specific historian on their creative team specifically to consult & design the costumes. Chrissy raises an eyebrow but agrees

Steve agrees, signs a rlly big NDA, & is flown out to LA so he can begin his role as a consultant/designer for the 6 music videos the band has conceptualized for the album.

Steve meets the entire team at a meeting meant to discuss & establish the various logistics needed to make the videos the quality the band wants, they've hired a famous horror cinematographer, an even more famous horror director, everyone in the meeting has a lot of experience in a big scale filming environment & Steve doesn't, but he tries to not let it get to him. He wears garments he made himself (ofc) some of them he made on the channel even. A walking skirt in a very sensible deep green & an embroidered matching walking jacket r the focus of the outfit, when he gets to the building he's met by Chrissy & she leads him to the meeting room. He meets everyone especially the band, Eddie stumbles over his words, when Steve removes his walking jacket to reveal the equally green vest Eddie chokes on his water.

Blah blah blah

They don't want any of the ppl who audition for the role of the omega, Eddie is playing the vampire boss ofc & everyone's gotten closer to Steve & tht means everyone basically loves Steve, & hey he's an omega who is more than just pretty & he'd have a rlly easy time making a costume for himself, so Steve ends up as the omega in the music videos. Steddie get closer than they should since Eddie is technically Steve's boss

by the time the albums dropped with the music videos dropping each following week they've fallen fully in love & have discussed mating & Eddie’s been seen w a mystery omega around multiple cities but what's got everyone interested is the fact tht this is clearly the same person & they've been "practicing" for trying for a pup for awhile now😏

Dustin has a full freak out abt his older brother working w his favorite band of all time, AND HE HAD TO FIND OUT THRU PAPARAZZI THT HES DATING EDDIE MUNSON, when he tries to go to Robin w his melodrama tht rlly is more boundless happiness for Steve she blinks at him & tells him she already knew, Steve had told her abt their relationship literally two minutes after a conversation tht was followed by sex tht cemented them as romantic partners, before Dustin can leave to call his mom Robin tells him she knows already as well, after all Eddie had to ask SOMEONE for their blessing to mate & marry Steve & that's how Dustin learns they're engaged 🥰

i love how Steve is just living his best life (AKA making his hyperfixation into a career) and ends up snatched up by a rockstar with big ole heart eyes!!! he deserves nothing less!!!

#slick sunday #steddie #steddie omegaverse #omega steve harrington #alpha eddie munson #steve x eddie #a/b/o #omegaverse #my asks #mpreg #cw mpreg #tw mpreg

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feefivefoe · 2 months ago

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Something I think about when it comes to the batfam is what if they remember reader after a long long time? I’m talking 10+ years after leaving the family. Like what would that be like? Reader wouldn’t be a young adult but someone who’s established themselves in a career and most likely moved out of Gotham, got themselves a somewhat better apartment or maybe a small house, maybe gone through therapy and has decided that they are indifferent about the families existence, to the point that reader forgets about them sometimes. Except Jason reader would probably light a candle every birthday and holiday for him

I feel like the angst potential would be like an aged wine. Bruce Wayne forgot about his first born child their entire life, plus 10 years. Maybe the only reason they remember is a Gotham exclusive on the family, a “where are they now?” type story and half the family (Steph, Cas, Damian, Duke) discover reader existed and the other half is reminded of the forgot part of their family. Oh the angst for Jason! His favorite sibling, his friend from before his death, how could he forget them?? How could Bruce forget them??? And oh god it’s been such a long time where are they?? The story said that they couldn’t find a record in Gotham anymore, are they dead? He let them be forgotten, something he couldn’t stand happening to him, and now here he is, perpetuating it. The fight this would cause!! I feel like the fam would turn on Bruce demanding answers that he doesn’t have. Jason goes to readers room and finds nothing. Maybe reader wanted to cover their tracks? Maybe they didn’t want any trace of them in a manor that never cared for them in the first place? Who knows, all the fam knows is that this building feels so much colder now with this revelation.

Meanwhile reader is getting dinner with friends and work colleagues, having a good and fulfilling life, one outside Gotham, outside of the depressing influence of the Wayne’s, rogues, and owls of Gotham (sorry for making this so long!! Hope you’re having a great day!! Love your work!)

No bc how dare you come into my askbox and drop the most beautiful ask I've seen while I'm sick and brain fogged /affectionate

No hate to anybody else who has sent asks, ily all, but this one HIT MY BRAIN SPASMS AKDMELAK-

BECAUSE YOU'RE SO RIGHT???

The longer it goes on, the worse the inevitable realization is for EVERYONE. Including reader. Because while there's no record of them legally, that's just because they're doing too poorly to have records.

Once you leave Gotham and start settling, you have legal documentation that you just need, you know, for life. Your ssn, birth certificate, etc. Documents that Bruce thought he had somewhere, only to find out you had requested them from Alfred when you left home.

Alfred, being the enabler he is and always hoping you'd reconnect with them one day, just gave you legal copies. Or illegal copies that are good enough to pass, idk how that stuff works.

Point is, they can find you.

BUT.

That's after they get past the emotional turmoil that the discovery puts them through. Imagine if one of them is watching the special for laughs, members of the family snickering at how fake and put together they all are on camera, elbowing each other at how prim and proper some of them are.

Then, near the ending, it cuts to a city far away from theirs. Not Bludhaven, which confuses them. The rest of them stayed, at least relatively close. So where-?

"Y/N L/N, formerly known as Y/N Wayne, has not been seen in the public eye for over a decade. While our reporters were unable to make contact, some still can't help but wonder on where this mysterious member of the beloved family-"

*Snap*

That's Jason, snapping the remote in half while staring at the screen.

Where...when...?

Half of them are confused. Three of them are starting to get a dawning realization.

Jason is having probably the biggest traumatic breakdown he's had since coming to terms with his death and resurrection.

Which town was that? Was that their actual home? Is that just stock footage? Did the reporter lie, did they find you? No, they would have shown that. Fucking vultures wouldn't keep the drama to themselves if they had the chance.

Those are thoughts that don't hit until later, honestly. He's too fucking furious to think coherently for a while.

He wants to scream at Bruce, and hit him, and Dick, and Tim, and fuck it, Alfred too a little. (Unfortunately, they probably have lost Alfred by now. The man was already old.)

He wants to both trash and treasure what's left of your room, small enough to make him feel cramped. It's the size of his old apartment bedroom! Fucking moneybags couldn't give his second ever child a better room than this???

There's no diary left behind, or anything that would bring any sense of closure. Actually, the only thing of note is a scattering of ancient newspaper articles badly taped up on the wall, mostly peeling or on the floor by now.

"BATMAN BESTS POLICE ONCE MORE- RIDDLER IN CUSTODY"

"WHAT WE KNOW ABOUT THE BOY WONDER"

"NO MORE JOKES - CLOWN IN CUSTODY"

"BATMAN'S NEWEST SIDEKICK? ROBIN REPLACED!"

"A NEW HERO? NIGHTWING DEBUTS!"

Them. It's articles about all of them. Their hero exploits, at least. None of them past his...expiration date. It looks like his death is what made you stop idolizing your family so much. Honestly, the paper is old enough to make it hard to read anything but the headlines.

There are a few sticky notes amidst the papers. Clumsy, childlike handwriting.

03/16/XXXX

Richard and Mister Wayne saved people from a bank! Bad guys almost blew em up. That's why they had to miss the concert!

07/30/XXXX

Jason couldn't have dinner because the Joker broke out, and they had to stop him again. Stay in jail! My brother is hungry!!!! >:(

XX/XX/XXXX

I hoped Richard was in town because of my birthday...I guess it was superhero stuff. But Jay remembers! Next year?

XX/XX/XXXX

Not next year :( I made a cake with Alfred instead. Gave some to Jay after he patrolled. Not as good as Alfred's yet, but he still ate it!

Notes you wrote to yourself. To hang up, to show you that even if they aren't there for you, your 'family' is full of good people. That they're doing important stuff, and that's why they can't be there for you.

As a child, you hung up a wall to show yourself why you weren't important. Why you didn't matter.

And Jason breaks.

#bat tag #bat asks #neglected batfam

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rosaq · 2 months ago

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how I see pearlrose (it's one of my favorite ships and I promise this isn't hate):

rose and pearl were in love with each other but pearl wasn't in love with pink diamond, she was only in love with rose quartz. so pearl was in love with the parts of pink diamond that became more predominant when she turned into rose + that fed into the fantasy they created for themselves

see how in the gif below pearl sings "we became our fantasy" when pink turns into rose quartz? and her demeanor immediately changes when pink turns into rose. her smile widens and both of them hug each other and start holding hands + pearl starts blushing

I think this is intentional — just like in "a single pale rose" pearl and rose hug and hold hands but when rose turns into pink diamond, the physical intimacy stops. that's not to say they're uncomfortable with each other, only that rose quartz and pearl seem far closer and intimate. the very first time we see pearl talk to pink she still calls her "my diamond" (which is a title used with superiors) even though this scene takes place near the end of the war and pearl has been a rebel for more than one thousand years

now let's get into the batman and alfred/robin allegory:

Rebecca and Ian, while discussing Rose’s “Batcave,” brought up the scene when Pearl couldn’t talk about Rose’s full details during “Rose’s Scabbard.” Incidentally, yes, Pearl is Alfred if Alfred was in love with Batman. It’s very important to note that we’re talking about Batman here, NOT Bruce Wayne. She loves BATMAN.

— Steven Universe Podcast, Volume 3, Episode 1

Rose plays Batman on the ground. Pearl is Robin (and Alfred).

— Steven Universe: End of an Era, page 77

so pink diamond = bruce wayne and rose quartz = batman; pearl = alfred and rebel pearl = robin. rebecca and ian seem to want to make it clear that pearl was only in love with rose (batman). and pearl also seems to see herself as two separate people: the servant and the rebel

it makes a lot of sense for pearl and rose to create an escapist fantasy for themselves on earth as a way to get away from their awful realities. the idea that their lives on homeworld were someone else's lives was something they both took comfort in

But I've been... imagining things, even when you haven't asked me to. I imagined that I ran away and met you here on Earth, a Rose Quartz. And I'm not yours, but, I make you so happy anyway! Isn't that ridiculous?! Tell me to stop!

Rose: Please don't ever stop!

—Pearl, Now We’re Only Falling Apart

and that was the fantasy: pearl was a rebel who ran away and met rose on earth. rose was made on earth. pearl's presence makes rose happy even though she doesn't belong to rose.

rose is delighted when pearl shares this with her bc she loves this fantasy just as much as pearl does (and also bc it made her realize that other gems, like pearl and garnet, want to escape homeworld. she realizes that she wants to fight for them). but obviously this fantasy is incompatible with their actual lives

later on pearl would also get caught up in the idea of being rose's knight. she romanticized the idea of putting rose above all else, even herself; she romanticized the idea of having a princess to save. so she put rose on a pedestal, not because rose was a diamond, but because of this fantasy she created for their relationship

This is an Ancient Sky Arena, Connie, where some of the first battles for Earth took place. It was here that I became familiar with the human concept of being a knight, completely dedicated to a person and a cause.

—Pearl, Sworn to the Sword

in this fantasy rose quartz can't be pink diamond. rose loathed herself so this suited her just fine: she wanted to be the rose quartz from this fantasy, the gem who was made on earth and was a compassionate leader and healed instead of destroying. she thinks pearl is right to love only rose quartz bc she thinks pink diamond is unlovable

let's take a look at the movie: at first amethyst and steven think rose quartz is the solution to getting pearl's memories back. so amethyst shape shifts into rose and sings for pearl, but pearl won't stop looking at greg throughout the entire scene. then they understand that they don't need rose to be around, they need greg to disappear. so steven fuses with greg and greg disappears into the fusion, allowing pearl to finally get her memories back. greg is pink and steg is rose. when greg (pink) disappears, pearl manages to look beyond her assigned duty

it's also worth noting that pearl wasn't the only one putting rose on a pedestal. rose put everyone around her on a pedestal, including pearl, because she thought they were all so much better than she could ever be. so while pearl saw rose as a sort of princess to be saved/protected, rose saw pearl as a superior and as someone who was so much better than herself

The fact that Rose says "my Pearl" to Pearl... A lot of people wonder, "oh, she belonged to Rose". No one calls their Pearl my Pearl, people only say that to their superiors. So there's actually a lot more going on in that scene.

—Rebecca Sugar, The Truth About Rose Quartz

but this whole fantasy thing was very unhealthy and meant they never dealt with how their actual roles in gem society affected their relationship. they wanted to sweep all the ugly parts under the rug and pretend it didn't exist—and it was so easy because only the two of them knew the truth and they were all too happy to feed into each other's fantasies. it created a communication barrier between them that made it extremely difficult for them to communicate and understand each other's low self worth and insecurities. pink's final order to pearl was a way to keep the fantasy going post-war which pretty much doomed them bc pearl was unable to talk about anything she went through and rose never opened up to anyone about her past. but they needed to talk about it to heal and move forward

I believe pearlrose is supposed to parallel rupphire in this sense: both are interclass gem relationships, but rupphire never ignored how their roles in gem society affected their relationship; so much so that by the end of the show garnet's main theme becomes "the truth" while pearlrose's main theme remains "the fantasy"

this fantasy only starts to fall apart when pearl manages to tell steven the truth about pink diamond: pearl finally has to confront the fact that rose quartz and pink diamond were the same person. by letting the fantasy go, pearl was able to address the unhealthy aspects of their relationship and understand her own repressed feelings + rose's struggles. only then is pearl able to start healing from everything that happened

#steven universe #su #rose quartz #pearl #pink diamond #pearlrose #pearl x rose

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sabh0 · 2 months ago

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Little rant and probably a controversial opinion, please don't burn me at the stake for that If i asked you to guess how many dazai anon accounts have i blocked here till now, what number would u think of? Bc i just checked - i currently have 9 of their accounts blocked. 2 from this week alone. And it's not like i go around hunting for them. I just randomly open tumblr to check what silly things did ppl say about my art, and then i see 50 different reblogs, comments or asks from dazai anon alone, being no longer only mean to Chuuya or skk, but bashing my art or telling me to off myself!!! Yay!! And u know, it wasn't a problem in the beginning. The stuff they write is comedic with how stupid it is. I could also interact with em smh (ngl, they left me for a good while after i drew them and chuuya making out that one time). And as i said, before they didn't attack me personally. But then i started getting comments that i shouldn't interact with dazai anon bc something something they're mentally unstable? Like im sorry, but how is this my problem. They come to me and regularly tell me to hurt myself, but i can't even reply to them bc "sab, it's no use, they're sick smth smth smth, just block them"?? Like bruh aight, it's just that sitting silently actually starts to affect me. Bc no matter how many accounts i block, they come back with a new one the moment they realize they're blocked. And the whole carousel of "block, dont interact" starts again. I just think it's not really alright to tell ppl that they can't in any way stand up for themselves? Why do i have to care about personal wellbeing or a sad backstory of someone who doesn't respect mine? Why should i even know about their problems? They're a complete stranger to me and i don't really go around reading random people's biographies on the internet. Like aughhh it's seriously starting to annoy me now,,,, i'm not saying ppl ACCEPT what dazai anon does, but using the excuse that they're not okay mentally just doesn't sit right with me, idk. Mental health problems should never be an excuse for hurting others, imo.

#sab yapping #this became longer than i intended #idk what im even talking about bc it's not like it's gonna change anything #ppl tell u that someone who harasses u is just mentally unstable so it's alright for em to just go around saying all that stuff #you as an artist shouldn't rile them up yada yada it's gonna help #spoiler: it doesn't bc yall just dont see the mess that r my notifs when they make a new acc each week #and like im currently on hiatus for a lot of reasons #mental health being one of em #i have my problems too but i dont go around being mean to ppl bc i disagree with em about some fictional characters oh god #sorry for the rant but im angy

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willamaybeck · 5 months ago

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pjo/hoo @/amusement park headcanons

idk i thought of this forever ago and it's been sitting in my notes forever, so here

piper throws up on a rollercoaster

percy cannot, for the LIFE of him, win annabeth a prize.

"let me show you how it's done, seaweed brain." she calculates how to throw and wins him a tiny stuffed trident.

rachel has to quickly pull grover away from his feast in the trash cans before someone sees

leo & calypso fix a broken-down ride

jason tries to convince thalia to do the bungee jump dive w him--she offers up piper instead but ends up doing it anyway

(she may or may not nearly strike percy w a lighting bolt)

hazel helps a little girl find her lost earrings and frank is basically in love

everyone realizes they "lost" percy & annabeth at the water park ;)

jason was sent to find them and boy--HE DEFINITELY FOUND THEM

frank accidently gives archery lessons

jokes about grover becoming the amusement park janitor

hazel kinda wishes nico were there but she knows he wouldn't have had fun

rachel & calypso befriend each other

piper gets a piggyback ride from leo & vice versa, as well

frank & grover are "guests" in a hypnosis performance

thalia finds this too amusing and takes pictures for the hunters to enjoy

percy & annabeth stroll around themselves for a while just being cute <33

jason mentions smth about nico being gay to piper (an aside, just a short snippet):

annabeth was trying to sneak up on piper w her yankees cap but now she stumbles back to percy by the restrooms and almost cries laughing.

"all this time we thought he had a crush on me, but it was you!"

percy is so mortified

calypso slaps percy when she first sees him (they were all kinda nervous about them meeting again, esp annabeth even tho she knew not to worry; if your bf can turn down a roman praetor for you w/o even fully remembering you, then you should be fine) but then she thanks him for leaving. he's not her happy ending, and she isn't his.

honestly, he was most shocked to see her wearing jeans

leo somehow catches a water ride on fire??

jason & percy volunteer to be in a sword fighting demonstration--somehow none of the mortal audience notices they discarded the prop swords they were given

piper & annabeth are slightly worried they're going to kill each other

calypso guarantees them this a "rather healthy" confrontation

"of course, verbal communication is the best way, but guys think differently."

grover has a picture of juniper in his wallet. rachel finds this incredibly sweet

leo jokingly volunteers to give grover's goatee a trim

no one appreciates the pun.

grover declines.

hazel almost uses golden drachmas as payment for her lunch and frank just can't help but laugh at her

jason & piper fly around the park

the aerial tramway is for chumps

piper fangirls very much upon seeing percy & annabeth's seat--midair snuggling and forehead kisses

jason calls down to thalia to be calm

she's gripping the ride so tightly

she wasn't even supposed to be IN the cart bc it's only fit for two people but rachel & grover pulled her into it

leo's super fuckn fascinated when learning to braid calypso's hair

he tries to copy piper's braids, but she has to inform him it's complicated due to her uneven hairstyle

thalia, rachel, grover, percy, & annabeth all eat lunch together and it's so comfortable.

thalia had never fully met rachel but now she's just crying from how rachel blatantly broke up w percy w/o even dating him

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alexxncl · 2 months ago

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‼️NIGHTBRINGER LESSON 48 SPOILERS‼️

before reading this...i feel like shit is about to hit the fan idk. the last part of the science fair can't be all sunshine and roses

...

SIGH

my brother in christ the lesson JUST STARTED 🧍🏾

maybe it's the remnants of simeon's angelic nature clashing with the magic solomon used on him. everyone says that solomon is slowly losing what's left of his humanity bc of how long he's been alive, along with the fact that that he went to cocytus and came back alive

or maybe i'm just yapping

simeon: *whatever tf just happened*

luci: mc, i need to talk to you

mc: omg i love you too babe 🫶🏽

like ?? 😭 mc is hilarious i fear

IS HE A DEMON NOW ????? i wanna say i'm surprised but i'm not. i just wonder how the story's gonna play out if they go that route

more on this here

luci trusting satan's judgment bc he's one of the most trustworthy of his brothers and the most similar to him

:((((

but also luci??? HELLO??? whore behavior we love to see it 😌 give me more

but also maybe not bc what if he copes with his negative emotion through sex ??? the whole family needs therapy

the siblings ever. i love them

this is so interesting to me

i wanna ask how the rest of them didn't figure it out sooner, but they all probably went into "protective brother" mode as soon as they realized he didn't have his angelic powers to protect himself anymore. solomon didn't have those kinds of ties to simeon, so he was able to act on and use logic in a more effective way than the brothers would be able to, figuring out that something was wrong before anyone else

solomon assuming that simeon is oblivious to what's going on though? i feel like he's too smart for that to be true. if anything, he's probably either DEEP in denial, too stubborn to bring it up hc he doesn't wanna worry anyone, or mentally wrestling with the fact that he finally got what he wanted - to be with the brothers in the devildom after their fall - but at the cost of his identity

i know i'm reading too far into this, but do the boys really think that lowly of demons (themselves)?

like yes, some demons of lower and higher stature are the absolute worst people you'll ever encounter, but the brothers and diavolo and barbatos and probably numerous other demons are proof that you aren't defined by your physiology or designation or identity or anything like that

some angels act worse than the lowest of demons do, but they're still angels. being a certain race doesn't determine your personality or moral standing, it's who you are as a person

ngl idk what to make of this yet, but i feel like it's important. foreshadowing even. so i'm keeping it here

baby no :( he's doing it to protect you

i love and hate the way simeon is so protective of luke. on one hand, that's basically his son, so i get wanting to shield him from the worst parts of the world and the worst parts of yourself

but on the other, luke is his own person, too. adults tend to forget that kids don't exist as an extension of themselves, but as people trying to find their place in the world. they aren't as naive and are way smarter than most people give them credit for

luke not voicing his concern is a result of and will continue to result in simeon shutting him out under the guise of protecting him, when in reality it's only putting more of a strain on their relationship

ngl i AUDIBLY laughed at that first part bc what 😭

also why would they cut the lesson off here ??? obey me devs when i catch you

i'm honestly so happy the sf arc shifted to something else bc i was getting tired of the happy shit. give me ANGST /lh /hj

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sugawhaaa · 5 months ago

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YEOSANG X READER

Under your spell

Warnings:: SMUT

Genre:: oral (f/m rec) handjob, fingering, cowgirl, doggy style, rear entry position, pet names, praise, cream pie, crying (fem) drooling (f/m) squirting, aftercare (??)

Pairing:: switch!yeosang X fem!stripper!reader

A/N:: I was RUSHING to get this fanfic out by the end of today bc it's yeosangs birthday but after I got into it I was like 🥴 I love this fic so much 😍 for some reason the part on the stage is so hot for no reason and I can picture it so perfectly from an outside perspective. Imagine Hongjoong comes back to the club to check on Yeosang just to see the two of you on the stage together 🤭 AHHH IM SO DELULU STFU

Part 1::

Yeosangs eyes brighten as he looks at you. He wants to make a move. Pull you close, kiss you, touch you, feel you, anything. He didn't know what to do with himself. He started to speak but he only stuttered over his words. He didn't know what to say. He felt like he was under your spell.

Yeosang swallowed hard as he looked at you. "H-How so?" He blushes. He had been acting so confident only seconds ago and now he was fighting for his life to breathe. You looked him up and down and Yeosang chuckled, feeling your hot gaze on his body, burning him up. The tent in his pants didn't go unnoticed by your fiery gaze. You squint your eyes for a minute before leaning back. You cross your legs and loosen the waistband of your robe.

"Well, I just have to ask. Are you a virgin?" You look at him with a slight smile. He blushes, stunned by your sudden question.

"No…but I wouldn't say I'm experienced," he explained humbling himself. You extend your hand out to trace little circles on his knee, providing comfort while also hinting at my suggestive intent.

"I've never had a man like you before," you sigh. "The men I've done it with are all cocky, confident, and aggressive but you, you're different. You're timid and humble and kind," you smile genuinely. "Other men get all caught up in their own pleasure and weird fetishes and don't realize that they're making a fool of themselves," you roll your eyes as Yeosang listens. He nods, understanding your words.

"I can't promise I'm good either," he blushes with a little chuckle. "N-Not saying that I want to do it with you, unless you know you want to I wouldn't mind but-" Yeosang rambled as he struggled to sound calm but he was panicking on the inside. You take off your robe and set it to the side. You put your finger to his lips to get him to stop aimlessly ranting.

"Don't try to back down now birthday boy," you smirk as his lips quiver against your finger. Yeosangs eyes frantically looked your body up and down, very exposed again.

You inch your other hand up his knee to his thigh. You dip your thumb to the inside of his thigh, rubbing it gently causing Yeosangs heart to soar. "All I need from you is consent. Yes or no. What will be, pretty boy?" You chuckle and remove your finger from his lips, resting it on his chest now.

"Yes," he replies instantly. You can't hold back your giggle before urging him to take off his sweater. He pulls it over his head and you take it from his hand, tossing it on the stage. You lean down and kiss his neck softly. Your hands roamed around his body before dipping under his shirt, a smile creeping onto your lips when you feel his toned abs. You pull your lips off of his skin and put your legs on either side of his thighs.

"You're very fit," you chuckle and he looks up at you with red cheeks.

"T-Thank you," he hesitantly raises his hand to touch your breasts that are tightly tucked in a lingerie top. "You're very…" his eyes were drawn to your chest before looking back into your eyes. "Pretty," Yeosang chuckled embarrassingly.

You laugh at his innocence before bringing your hands back down to the hem of his shirt, pulling it up over his head. His hands rest on your hips as your hands glide up and down his exposed skin. You lean down and place hickies all over his neck and chest, little moans and whimpers of pleasure spill from his lips.

His fingers dance along the straps of your lingerie bottoms as you grind down on him. Your core pressing against the bulge in his pants. He whimpers and tosses his head back, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood.

"You don't have to be quiet, no one is around," you assure him and he's hesitant to listen. He swallows hard before nodding. He tries to relax and bask in the pleasure of your touch, letting his body naturally react. You smile as you trail kisses down his chest to the hem of his jeans. You pause and look up at him, waiting for his reaction. He looks down at you before nodding.

You undo his belt and unzip his jeans, pulling them off of his legs and setting them aside. You had one last layer to take off before you could go to town. You bring your hand up to his boxers and rub your hand up and down his length. He seethes through his teeth as his hips buck up into your hand. You then hook your finger on the waistband of his boxers and pull them down, his cock springing free.

He takes a deep breath as his cock adjusts to the cold air.

“Wow, I must say I'm impressed,” you chuckle as your fingers trace along the groves of his cock. It was thick and long but not too long to the point it might cause pain. It was absolutely perfect. His tip was bright red and his cock had a layer of shine to it from all the precum.

Yeosang covered his giddy smile with his hand as he watched you caress his length. Yeosangs eyes scanned the room and you as your gentle touches made him sink deeper into a blissful land with just the two of you in it. Yeosangs body relaxes and he slumps back into the couch as you wrap your fingers around him at long last.

You begin to gently pump his cock, moving your hand up and down rhythmically as his body shivers beneath you. He bites his lip as his head falls back. His hands roam around his body and the couch trying to find a comfortable place to set them. You notice his restlessness and gently grab his hand, holding it in your free hand. You interlock your fingers with his as he holds onto your hand. He looks down at you through lustful eyes, his lips slightly parted. “You're so sensitive,” you smirk before parting your lips, slipping them over his tip. Yeosangs body jumps as he gasps softly. You can't help but smile as you suck on his tip, your hand still working magic on his dick.

“Fuck,” he whimpers out softly as he clenches his jaw. The feeling of your warm mouth engulfing his tip sent waves of pleasure crashing over him. His hips jerk up, pushing his cock deeper in your mouth. “S-Sorry,” he blushes and tries to calm himself down. You slip your lips off of him and use your saliva as lube to keep pumping his cock, picking up the pace slowly.

“Don't apologize dear,” you let go of his hand and rub his thigh comfortingly. His eyebrows curl up and he pulls his lips inward, biting down on them. The mixture of praise, pet names, and pleasure is too much for Yeosang. He's never felt this level of care during intimacy and it's bringing him to new heights. You put your lips back over his tip as you keep your hand moving. Moans and whimpers escape his mouth as you work miracles on him. Then you abruptly deep throat him. His whole body jerks forward as he lets out a high pitched moan that rings in your ears.

He can feel your throat opening up around his cock. Your throat loosening up to slide him further into you. Yeosang clenches the cushions of the couch as he moans, his head tossed back.

“Fuck, I-Ive never felt this before,” he stutters between moans. You can't help but smile as you start bobbing your head on his length, his tip rubbing against your cheek as you use a circular motion. The faster you bob your head the more Yeosang moans and the higher pitched they get. “I-I'm close,” he moans before sliding his hand down to your hair, holding it out of your face. He looks down at you through pleasure-full eyes. “I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum,” he whimpers out as his thighs jitter. You suck even harder and it tips his right over the edge. He tosses his head back as he empties his load into your throat.

You stuff him down your throat as his load shoots to the back of your throat, tears welling in your eyes. You abruptly pull his cock out of your mouth and cough aggressively. Despite Yeosang being shaken from such an intense climax he instantly reacts to your coughs. He leans down to you on the floor, brushing your hair back. “Are you okay?” He rubs your back with the other hand. You clear your throat and nod, looking up at him. Yeosang relaxes and smiles. “That felt amazing, thank you so much,” he grinned before kissing your forehead. Despite being a more dominant woman, hearing simple praise like this always felt so good. As Yeosang sits next to you on the floor he can't help but stare at your chest. His eyes are drawn to their circular form and the way they're pressed together so tightly through your top. You look up at him with a raised brow.

“If you want to do something just ask,” you chuckle and Yeosang blushes, realizing he's been caught.

“I-I just wanted to see you…nude. Only because I'm completely naked so we have to make it fair right?” He chuckles jokingly and you laugh. You reach your hands to the back of your lingerie and unclip it. Yeosang watches intensely as the fabric drops off of your breasts, letting them move freely. You toss the bra to the side and move to take off your panties. Yeosangs eyes are glued to your body as he finally sees you in your true glory. He can feel his cheeks heating up and the drool gathering in his mouth.

You sit next to him and let him take the first step. He hesitantly extends his hand but pulls it back. “I don't want to hurt you or something,” he admits with pink cheeks and you chuckle. You then grab his hand and force it to your chest, forcibly making him grope you. He's taken aback at first but he's surprised by the tenderness of your breast. He squeezes it gently to test the texture of your tits.

You can't help but smile at his innocence as he plays around with your breasts. He brings his other hand to your other breast and starts massaging that one. He moves closer to you before putting one of your nipples into his mouth and he just goes crazy. He rolls his tongue around your nipples and licks up your chest, lathering your chest in his saliva. His free hand tends to your other nipple, pinching and flicking it. He leaves marks over your chest before moving down a bit, all the way down to your pelvis. He suddenly stops and looks at you hesitantly.

“have you given a woman oral before?” You ask genuinely and Yeosang looks away before shaking his head. You smile warmly and stroke back his hair. “Don't worry, I'll guide you,” you smile before laying down on the floor. Yeosangs heart races at the sight of your body fully exposed in the dim lights. He positions his lips at your clit and looks up at you, making sure you're ready. You give him a little nod and he delves down to your wetness.

He licks around your clit experimentally. You want to give him guidance but you also need to give him time to explore. You bring your legs up and guide one of your thighs over his shoulder. The new angle gives him further access to your folds. His tongue roams around your folds to find the perfect spot to make you squeal and unsurprisingly he finds it. Your legs jerk forward and you blush with a little chuckle. Yeosang smirks before flattening his tongue against your entire entrance. He then drags his head up to run his tongue along your folds. You can feel each grain of his tongue press against your folds and tender spots.

You let out a desperate whimper before feeling his finger gently massaging around the dip of your entrance. He runs his finger along the slit before gently sliding his middle finger inside you, his tongue still relentlessly roaming your folds and clit.

“Are you sure this is your first time giving oral? Because this is…something else,” you chuckle before letting out a high pitched squeal. His finger roamed around your insides before spotting your g-spot. He curled his finger along it and you felt your back arch into him. He pulls his lips back from your pussy lips.

“I've never done this before but I've done my fair share of watching,” he blushes with an innocent smile as his finger attacks your g-spot. You moan loudly and Yeosang takes this as a sign to go back to stimulating your clit. He slides another finger into your wetness before curling them at different times. When one finger stops curling at your G-spot the second one starts. He adds another motion of pulling his fingers out a little bit before thrusting them back in.

He continued this process until you felt like you were just on the tip, just on the edge, so close you were going to crack. He felt your walls constricting his fingers and he took that as a sign you were approaching your high. He started thrusting his fingers faster and you felt your body boil over the edge with pleasure. Your juices thoroughly coat his fingers as you grab his hair in a tight fist, hoarse moans escaping your lips. You lay there panting for a moment as he pulls your leg off of his shoulder. As you come down from your high he kisses the inside of your thighs and runs his hands along your body.

Eventually you sit up to look at him innocently sitting in front of you as if he didn't just eat you out like you were his last meal. His chin and lips glistened in the dim pink light. You reached your hand out to wipe away some of the liquid from his lips. The simple gesture made Yeosangs heart pound faster and harder into his ears. “Did I do okay?” He asked softly and your heart jumped at his innocence.

“Yes darling,” you pet his head as you reassure him of his skills. “I can safely say your a small part of the population that can actually eat me out and make me orgasm. A real orgasm,” you chuckle as you pull him into a hug. He seems taken aback from your grasp. He looks down, flustered by your praise.

“What do you mean by real orgasm?” Yeosang asks in genuine confusion.

“Real orgasm. A lot of the time women fake orgasms fore numerous reasons,” you shrug and he looks a little baffled by the information.

“I wonder if any women faked it with me…” he blushes, a little ashamed by his sexual skills.

“That doesn't matter right now,” you shake your head and sway your hand, brushing the topic aside. “All that matters right here right now is that you are alone with me and I need your cock right now,” you hold the back of his head and tip it up to place your lips on his. Your words spiral him on further into the depths of lust. When you pull back he looks up at you, biting the inside of his lip before nodding. “Do you want to take charge or me?” You run your fingers through his hair and he hums, thinking of what he wants to try.

“C-Can you take the wheel?” He asks while fidgeting with his fingers.

“Of course dear,” you kiss his forehead softly before guiding him to sit down on the couch again. He bites his lip anxiously waiting for your next moves. You put your knees on either side of his thighs, lining his tip up with your entrance. “You ready?” You ask just to be sure. He seems eager and excited but you never know. You begin to rest down on him and you can see how good it feels for him just from his eyes. He lets out a low grunt as he squints his eyes tight. “You okay?” You hault your movements to check up on him.

“Yeah, all good,” he bites his lip as he looks up at you. You then sit down on him fully. You gasp softly as you feel his tip it so deep inside of you. Yeosang let's out a moan before tossing his head back. His hands lunge forward to grab your hips. “It feels so much better than I remember,” he laughs hoarsely and you tilt your head.

“How long has it been since you've done this?” You stay still as you ask the question.

“Actual penatration? At least a year,” he blushes and you look at him surprised. “W-Wait I forgot about protection! Do you want me to go find some that we can use just in case?” He looks up at you apologetically and you put a finger over his lips, hashing him.

“Don't worry, I can't get pregnant,” you assure him and he looks surprised.

“Are you sure?” He seems worried and you roll your eyes.

“Just relax okay? Let me ride you already,” you chuckle and grind down on him. He jumps before adjusting. He nods with a little whimper. He holds your hips gently as you slowly start grinding on him faster. “That's it,” you smirk as you roll your hips on his, pushing his tip to your cervix, clenching hard around him. You could see the sensation building up on him, his eyes flickering shut occasionally, his hands clawing at your skin, his mouth releasing all kinds of lewd moans and whimpers. You watched as his chest heaved, occasionally stopping when you'd take his breath away with certain movements. His moans always stuttered, almost like he would moan from one sensation and Midway through a new sensation would begin and he'd begin to moan again, creating a never ending cycle of moans.

Yeosangs hands started creeping up from your hips to your back, clawing at your shoulders and upper back. You began raising your body up and pushing back down, starting to bounce on him slightly. He threw his head back and clenched his jaw. His eyes were wired shut as his hands clenched your skin.

“Please don't stop,” he stuttered out in a soft whisper. You couldn't help but smile at his innocent plea. As you continued to bounce on his cock your tits swayed in front of him. He leaned forward and grabbed your tits, one in his mouth and the other in his hand. He moaned as his tongue swirled around your nipple, creating a warm sensation. You put your hands on his head, holding him close as you felt his hips jerking up. He separated his lips from your skin and looked up at you. His eyebrows were curled up, his eyes were hooded, and a string of saliva hung from his lips to your breast. He parted his lips to speak but only a desperate moan managed its way through.

“Are you close, baby?” You ask between pants. Yeosang nodded with a whimper as he pulled you into a hug, his climax washing over him.

“Yes, fuck,” he moaned out as you continued to jump on him. Your orgasm washed over you shortly after his, creating a symphony of pleasure. He panted as he rested his head on your chest, his arms still wrapped around you as you held each other. You ran your fingers through his hair as you felt the cream pie dripping out of you onto the couch. After the two of you came down from your high you cautiously stood, making sure he wasn't too sensitive.

“How do you feel?” you ask as you fetch a towel from under the stage and a bottle of water. Yeosang lays on the couch out of breath, his chest heaving as he lays back.

“So good,” he chuckles and you smile. You hand him the water and he takes a few big sips as you clean him and the couch off. “Thank you,” he smiles before taking the towel from your hands, setting it to the side.

Yeosang stretches and offers to help you clean off or something but you're focused on getting the stain out of the velvet red couch.

“It's not coming out,” you frown and Yeosang pats your back.

“It's fine, we'll worry about it later,” Yeosang reassures you and you smile. You lean over to him and give him a little kiss. You stand back on your feet, still in your heels, and go over to the stage. You sit on the ledge and Yeosang follows. He rubs your back as the two of you sit together. “I know this is a weird question but,” he pauses for a minute. You turn to look at him as a way of telling him to continue. “You mentioned how you had sex with other guests before. Would you have done that in one of these kinds of rooms or would you go home with them and stuff?” He asked out of genuine curiosity. You chuckled before replying.

“Usually it'd be in here. It's dangerous to go home with men you don't know,” you explain and Yeosang nods.

“That makes sense,” he looks down at the floor for a moment. He seems a little awkward, as if he wants to ask something but he's too shy. You sat there for a moment processing everything that happened moments prior.

“Are you all done for tonight?” You ask to see if you could pry out his underlying question.

“Hm? Oh no, well if you're done I can totally leave,” he responds quickly and you shake your head.

“Tell me what you want, I can tell you want to do something more so what's on your mind,” you teasingly elbow him and he blushes.

“Was I that obvious?” He laughs. “I was just thinking…I don't know why, it's really weird but I wanted to have sex on the stage,” he admits as his eyes are fixated on everything but your eyes.

“Okay,” you shrug and get into position. You go on your stomach and put your knees on the stage, holding your lower half of your body in the air. Yeosang is taken aback by your willingness. He blushes and attempts to get into position with you. He holds your hips and guides himself into you, the new angle providing further sensations. You moan loudly and arch your back. Yeosang holds back his groans by biting his lip harshly. Yeosang sighs as he holds his position, letting you adjust to his length.

“Feels so good,” he says huskily. He massages your hips and ass as he gives you some time. He then starts to slowly move in and out. His movements still held a bit of innocence and cautiousness. It was clear he wasn't fully absorbed in the pleasure yet. Satisfied moans escape your mouth as the pleasure starts taking over your body. You assist his thrusts by moving your body back and forth on his cock as well. You can hear yeosang swallow hard as you squeeze his cock. His hands start to grip your hips harder as the two of you increase the pace little by little. He moves his hands up to your ass again, squeezing them firmly almost like he was trying to ground himself.

“Keep going baby, you're doing great,” you breathe out before setting your head down on your cross arms that are laid on the stage floor. Your praise encourages Yeosang further, he holds you steady as he rapidly pounds into you out of nowhere. Like your praise gave him a sudden boost of energy. The sound of your skin slapping together echoed in the room as your moans spilled out louder and faster each time your skin clapped.

“Im gonna cum,” he groaned in a raspy low voice, like he was trying to hold his breath or hold back his moans. His breath hitched before slamming into you one last time, hitting right against your cervix as he emptied his load inside you. The feeling of being filled up was enough to bring you to the edge, you felt your legs jitter as your orgasm washed over you. You struggled to hold yourself up as the pleasure surged through you.

His body pressed against yours as you felt his hot cum fill you to the brim. As he came you continued to very slowly move back and forth on his cock, riding out his high and extending the spiral of pleasure longer. He pulled out cautiously and his tip still leaked cum down to your ass. You rested your head down on the stage again as you panted. He then dipped his head down to your slit that dripped out your cream pie onto the stage. He could feel his cock getting hard again at just the sight of it. Yeosang took a long lick up your folds. The taste of your mixed cum tingled on his tongue. He held the front of your thighs near your hips to hold you close.

“You taste so fucking good,” he breathed out between slurps and gasps for air. You chuckled as you rested beneath him. He then moved to leave kisses and hickeys around your inner thighs and ass. He gently runs his index finger up and down your slit as well, dipping his finger inside every now and then.

You chuckled as you rested beneath him. He then moved to leave kisses and hickeys around your inner thighs and ass. He gently runs his index finger up and down your slit as well, dipping his finger inside every now and then. He finally backed up and let you rest beneath him. He rubbed your back softly as you laid there.

“Wait I have an idea,” you abruptly sit up and he jumps, startled by your sudden excitement.

“O-Oh? What's that,” he watches as you hop off the stage and fetch a decorative pillow from the couch and his water. He looks a little confused but follows along. You go back on the stage and hand him his water. He took a few sips as you held the pillow to your chest as you laid down on the stage again. He was a little confused on what you wanted him to do. He screwed the cap back on the bottle quickly and set it to the side. “What do you want me to do?” He blushed as he sat behind you.

“This position is similar to doggy style, it's called rear-entry,” you explain and Yeosang listens, taking mental notes. “Use doggy style to push in before laying down on top of me,” you explain and Yeosang continues to listen attentively.

“O-Okay,” he blushes as he lines himself up with you before gently pushing his way in. He slips in quickly due to all the cum acting as a lubricant, helping him slide in. The two of you are taken aback by the sudden shock of pleasure. You help him adjust and lay on top of you, his length hitting right against your g-spot making it hard to focus. You grab the pillow and bury your face in it and let out the loudest and heaviest moan you've ever heard. You prep your head back up and act as if nothing happened. Yeosang moves the slightest bit and his tip rubs right against your g spot again, going deeper into you. You let out a hoarse cry as you clench the pillow hard. “Am I hurting you?” He asks softly, his hot breath easing across your upper neck.

“No, q-quite the opposite,” you say with quivering lips and an uneven tone.

“We can take a pause if you need Y/N,” he pushes himself up with his arms but you instantly retaliate.

“No!” You call out and hold his hand down. You clear your throat, trying to hide your desperation. “No, keep going. It feels really good,” you blush and Yeosang smiles. He leans back down and places little kisses on your neck, his tongue slipping out every now and then. His hips bucked at a slow but steady pace. The sound of his hips slamming against your ass rang in your ears, the sting of the collision added to the pleasurable sensations. Yeosang wrapped his arms around your body as he thrusted into you, hitting your g spot every. Single. Time.

You bury your face in the pillow again, your moans turning into sobs and pathetic cries. It takes everything in you not to cum so early on. It'd be embarrassing to have a near-virgin make you cum in only a few minutes when you're so experienced but he felt so good. Yeosang kisses up your neck to the crook of your jaw, just below your ear. You lift your head up along with your legs, your heels flinging up to reach his back and without warning your walls clench around him tighter than ever before as your orgasm washed over like a title wave. “Keep going!” You cry out as tears well in your eyes, the pleasure unmatchable. He follows your pleas and continues to thrust into you, faster and faster Until you feel like you're about to shatter. You were sensitive from the orgasm you just had and his cock was hitting so deep all the sensations started overlapping.

“I'm gonna cum,” he blurts out softly and mere seconds after he finished his last word he came inside you. That was the final pull to make you come undone. You bury your face in the pillow again as Yeosang bites your neck, steadying himself. The pleasure slams into you like a tsunami as you squirt all over Yeosangs body. The sound of liquid squeezing past his cock hissed in the air as your body convulsed. Yeosang let your skin out of his teeth and pulled out. The tightness of your pussy was enough to start causing him pain. As he watched you convulse beneath him and cover him in your fluids his cock leaked onto your back.

He pumped his cock a few more times before cumming onto your back. Strings of his arousal shot so far it got into your hair and face. Finally the hum of ecstacy quieted in the empty room as Yeosang panted in unison with you. The two of you took deep breaths in the silence, the only sound to be heard other than your gasps for air was the liquid dripping off the side of the stage.

Once the two of you came down from your high you encouraged Yeosang to follow you to the couch. You pulled yeosang to lay on top of your stomach as you lay on the couch, sweat coating your bodies. Yeosang looked around the room with pink cheeks. “We have a lot of cleaning to do…” he sighed and you kissed his forehead. He tilted his head up to look at you.

“That's a tomorrow task,” you chuckle and hold him close.

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The next day Yeosang offers to take you back to the dorms to treat you to lunch as a thank you for all the opportunities you gave him. You happily agree and the next morning after cleaning up the mess the two of you made he takes you back to the dorms. When he comes in the door his members instantly surround him. Asking if he enjoyed last night and if he was okay. Yeosangs face turned red as he looked at all the members. Yeosangs hair was a mess and his eyes were lazy. His arms and thighs were sore from all the movement yesterday and there were marks all over him from head to toe.

"You look exhausted," San laughs and Yeosang slaps his arm.

"I brought over Y/N for lunch today," yeosang dodges the topic they all wanted to hear. "So try to treat her holistically while I get a shower," he smiles as he looks back at you. He turns back to his members. "Please,"

The members nod and welcome you into their dormitory.

"Sorry, we didn't know you were coming over so it's a bit messy but make yourself at home," Hongjoong smiles as he takes you to the living room. While Yeosang is in the shower the members can't help but ask how everything went last night. They wanted to know how Yeosang handled the situation. You were comfortable telling them a few things about Yeosangs behavior and they all got a kick out of it. San couldn't help but notice the large bite mark on your left shoulder that Yeosang had left.

"He really did great," you smile warmly. " I hope he enjoyed it as much as I did," you sigh as you think back on the memories of last night.

"That's good to hear," San nods. "I have to admit I was genuinely worried a bit near the end. After the dance, Yeosang clearly wasn't himself and I was worried he would do something embarrassing and he'd miss his chance," San laughs his hot coffee mug wrapped tightly in his hands.

"How are you feeling san?" You ask as you recall his wasted state from last night. San groans.

"My head is throbbing and I feel like throwing up 24/7," San laughs. "Sorry about last night I should've been more cautious," San bows at the waist to you and you instantly reassure him.

"No, no it's okay! I'm just glad you're okay," you pat his back and he sits back up. You then hear the shower turn off and not long after Yeosang walks out of his bedroom fully dressed with damp hair. You smile and go up to him. You run your fingers through his hair as he holds you by your waist. "Love the fit," you laugh and Yeosang blushes.

"Yeah I was going for Adam Sandler," he laughs and you kiss his cheek. The two of you then get ready to go out for some brunch. Yeosang takes a bag with him as the two of you head for the door. "We'll be back in an hour or so," Yeosang smiles before closing the door behind him.

The members on the couch sigh in unison.

"I'm so happy Yeosang got that opportunity," Hongjoong smiles.

"I think we did good," San nods and gives Hongjoong a fist bump.

"They're so cute. I'm happy for him," Seonghwa smirks with a little hum.

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