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hamiltonaf · 1 year ago

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Summer Break(Up) | Mason Mount

Pairing: Mason Mount x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.2K

Warnings: Angst to fluff

A/N: Had this in my drafts for quite a while, about time that I posted it. Hope you babes enjoy. Requests are open .xx

Today felt like the first time in a long time that I got ready to go out, that too on a date. Never thought I would be doing this but deep down I know it's exactly what I need to do to get my mind off things and finally move on. It hurts to move on when you still love someone, but you know what they say... love hurts.

Its been almost a month now since Mason and I broke up right after the summer break. We had a pretty dreamy and amazing summer break - or so I thought - I guess only one of us felt that way.

We had just arrived back in England and Mason was acting off the entire day. I knew something was playing on his mind that was bothering him and had him agitated... the last thing I expected was a break up being a good idea.

He distinctly did it just before I was flying back home, the perfect excuse to not see the pain on my face when he breaks the news to me.

Its as if his words had haunted me, they continue to play on my mind till this day.

FLASHBACK

"(Y/N) I hate to break it to you...ugh but I'm just going to be straight forward about it" he paused in between words watching my reaction. "Well ?" I asked raising a brow. "We need to break up" he said as he finally met my eyes. "Is this a joke ?" I asked raising my brows. "No it's not (Y/N)" he sighed. "And what's the reason that you want to break up ?" I asked calmly. "I just.. I want to just focus on football" he said as he lowered his head to play with his fingers.

"Ohh the typical excuse" I half laughed. "What do you mean excuse ? I'm being serious" he said as he started to grow annoyed. "All of you guys are the same. It's always 'I'm focusing on my career' and then boom you rock up with a new girlfriend after a while. If you have someone else in the picture then just say it !" I said growing frustrated, I let my impulsive thoughts take over. "What the- no ! If you're saying I'm cheating on you, I would never !" He said defensively.

"So then what's the need to break up ? Am I too distracting for you ? I can easily be out of your way whilst still being your girlfriend so I don't see the issue ?" I said whilst raising my voice. He kept quiet after my valid point. "I get it now. The silence speaks for itself. No point in me fighting for a relationship that doesn't exist anymore" I said as I walked over to grab my bags. "(Y/N) I'm sorry" he said lowly. "Don't be. Best of luck this season" I said lastly and walked out with my bags earlier than planned. It was only then when I was alone that the tears spilled and I couldn't control them. With my vision blurred I don't even know how I managed to arrange transport to the airport - I guess at that point I just wanted to get away from there and from Mason.

END OF FLASHBACK

I would be lying if I said that I didn't check on Mason’s instagram. I mean nothing is wrong in that since we both still follow each other and we didn't make the break up public. I mean we still had each others pictures up but it wasn't good enough to camouflage people into thinking we were still together. The fans are 10 steps ahead of us and pretty much cracked that we did breakup and when the breakup happened.

I guess it's my fault that I didn't post to show my support for Mason whilst I was away. Joke. Oh well who cares... we couldn't hide it forever and these things happen.

It's all because of (Y/BF/N) I'm rushing to get ready, she just had to open her mouth and set me up with her boyfriend's friend. All I know is that his name is Ethan.

Whilst I was doing my hair I thought why not go live on instagram and do a get ready with me since I didn't do one in ages and besides that, I was feeling bold. As soon as I went live, my views went from 10 to over 5000 within a few minutes. "Hi there for all those joining ! I'm currently getting ready to go out so I thought why not chat with you guys in the mean time" I said as I skimmed through the comments. "Where are you going ?" I read out the comment. "Well, I'm going on a date" I smiled. "Why weren't you at the last match ? We missed you !" I read out the next comment.

"Aww sorry about that..I've just been so busy with studying that I had to sacrifice a match to finish up my work" I pouted. After those questions, I did my makeup and explained each product that I used. With a final spritz of setting spray and perfume, I shook my fingers through my hair and revealed my full look for the evening.

"That's it guys ! Hope you guys found this entertaining. Thank you to every one of you for sending in questions and sorry if I didn't get through to everyone. I swear I'll try to do more of these in future" I said as I skimmed through the comments one last time. Many of them said 'Mase in chat'. "I'm seeing a lot of Mase in chat comments. Did I miss something ?" I raised a brow. My body froze when I saw his comment '😍😍😍'.

"Ohhh Mason is here !" I wanted to roll my eyes on camera but I couldn't. "Anywho guys I'm running late. Love you guys and hope you all have an amazing evening. Wish me luck. Ciao !" I said lastly before throwing a kiss at the camera. The live ended and I rushed to grab my purse. I was in a rush only because I was driving tonight, Ethan had offered, but just in case things didn't go well then I can easily make an excuse to leave early if needed. As I jumped in the car my phone started ringing through the Bluetooth, thinking it's Ethan I answered the call. "Hey ! I'm so sorry I'm running late..I'm on my way right now" I said as I drove out of my driveway. "(Y/N)" haven't heard that in a while, he paused before saying "It's Mason."

I looked at my phone and mumbled "shit". "Guess I'm not the person you want to talk to right now" he chuckled. "What do you want Mase ?" I rolled my eyes. "I uhm saw your live and I'm around so I was hoping I'd see you to catch up" he suggested. "Of course you thought that...Mason we've been broken up for almost a whole month, you didn't care to talk to me since that day and suddenly because you saw me get ready for a date you thought that now is a good time to come back into my life ?" I asked.

There was a pause before he spoke up again. "Don't go on that date" he softly said. "Why?" I asked, waiting for his valid reason. "You know why" he said. "No, Mason, I don't. Say it" I was getting frustrated that I actually pulled over to the side to have this conversation. "I can't get you out of my mind !" He admitted. I stayed silent for him to go on. "As much as I tried to focus on football, the days that I was off all I could think about is spending my free time with you. I missed your laugh, your smile, your cuddles and your kisses, especially after a bad day. I miss everything about you" he said defeated. "Mount, why are you telling me all of this now ? It took you a whole month to realise that or are you just jealous that I moved on and you didn't ?" I questioned.

He sighed, "I just felt terrible since the last time we were together. I wanted to give you space and I assumed you hated me so much that we'd never get back together after that." "Hmm...okay" I said casually. "Soo are you coming back home because I'm waiting outside ?" He asked hopeful. "Wait what ?" I asked flabbergasted. He wasn't joking. "I'm literally outside your house, no joke" he said. "What the- Mason. I- I'm literally speechless" I had a million thoughts running through my head. What do I do ?

"Come home so we can talk please" he said. Why do I feel the need to go back home ? "Your timing is literally the worst. I need to call Ethan and see if he's -" I was cut off. "Who the fuck is Ethan ?" He asked as he got protective. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "My date" I said plainly. "Do I know him ?" He asked. "None of your business. Anyways I'll call you back. Bye" I ended the call just as he called my name. I noticed that Ethan sent a message a few minutes ago saying that he was going to be running late. I felt terrible to do this but I have unfinished business with Mason. I messaged Ethan to apologise that I won't make it tonight as I had a family emergency and if we could rather rain check. I made a u-turn back home and luckily Ethan was understanding, and replied saying that he hopes everything is okay and hopefully we'll meet soon. Aww bless him.

Just as I got home I noticed Mason’s car parked on the driveway. I parked beside him and jumped out as he followed. He whistled as he looked at me from head to toe. "Darling, you look breathtaking" he said as he walked closer to me. He greeted me by kissing both of my cheeks. "Thank you" I softly said as he then surprised me by handing over a massive bouquet of red roses. My facial expression changed, "What's all of this for ?" "Just to makeup for the lost time in this past month" he said. "Aww" I cooed.

I then unlocked the door and went inside with Mason following behind me. "Soo what happened to that guy ?" He asked. "He was running late so I said we can rain check for another day" I shrugged. "You're still going to go on a date with him ?" He asked, low-key feeling betrayed. "Mason can you just forget about Ethan and focus on the reason why we're here after a whole month" I said as we both took a seat beside each other on the couch. He sighed before speaking up, "You asked me earlier why now and I ignored your question. Whilst we were broken up I would see your posts and stories, especially when (Y/BF/N) would post with you. You always looked so happy and looked like you're living your best life without me. I thought to myself that you seemed happier without me" he said as he laid his head onto the couch and turned to look at me.

"You really thought I looked happier without you ?" I raised a brow curiously. "Yeah ! So many little things reminded me of you - like someone cracking a joke or laughing, I'd think that's something you would say" he smiled. I smiled back,

"It hurts..." he said seriously. "What?" I asked as I furrowed my brows. "Loving someone who doesn't love you..." he said softly. I half laughed. "What's so funny ?" He asked worried. "That's exactly what I thought the day I left. I thought our relationship was one sided the whole time" I pursed my lips. "What ! No no no. I never stop loving you okay ? Please don't forget that. I was hoping to at least be friends that time I broke the news but things turned south" he pressed his lips together.

"Bold of you to assume that 2 people who are in love with each other can be friends" I said as I laid back as well and turned to face him. "Wait so you still love me ?" He asked in shock as he sat up right. "Unfortunately yes" I sighed. He had a cheeky grin on his face. "I'm sorry for being selfish and stupid. I don't know what I was thinking. I'm also so sorry for all the pain I caused you, you didn't deserve any of that. Please find it in your heart to forgive me and be my girlfriend again" he smiled. "Hmm let me think...okay" I shrugged. "So am I forgiven ?" He asked excited. "Yes, yes you are" I smiled. He brushed a strand away from my face and cupped my cheeks. His eyes looked between mine and my lips. "Can I ?" He asked softly. I nodded my head as he connected his lips with mine.

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anrieee · 2 years ago

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⇝ 19 - (✍︎) i hate you

Scara’s smile faded as fast as it appeared when he saw you with the guy you posted about on Twitter. He thinks his name was Thomas or something, it didn’t matter, really. Were you on a date with this guy? The thought made his whole being tingle with bitterness and that was evident with the scowl he adorned. But that was how he usually looked anyways, always frowning or straight-faced.

“Kuni~” The annoyingly high-pitched voice that Tin used made his frown deeper, but it also brought him back from his thoughts.

For a moment he forgot that he was here on a date with the unpleasant female. Thinking of being on a date with Tin made him just as upset as he did when he thought of you being on a date with someone else.

“Are you done yet?” He seethed.

“Hm, not yet.” Scara wasn’t sure if Tin can’t read the room or she just ignored that he obviously didn’t wanna be there. “I still need to buy some new stuff from Gucci, some of my clothes are outdated now.”

“Spoiled brat.” Scara muttered under his breath.

Tin tried to drag Scara with her into the store, but he stayed rooted in his spot. Tin looked back towards him, tilting her head in confusion. “Are you not gonna come with me inside?”

“No.” Scara stated firmly and Tin just shrugged. Scara wanted to at least say hi to you.

He started to make his way towards you and the guy you were with. He didn’t know what to say to you, all he wanted was to hear your voice.

“Y/n, hi!” He called out from behind you.

You visibly flinch and turned around in shocked, “Scara? What’s up?”

“I’m here on a date.” He said. He didn’t know what possessed him to say that, but something in him wanted to see how you would react. Er— more specifically, he wanted to see you jealous.

Your eyebrows raise ever so slightly and you shifted uncomfortably. After that, you didn’t seem to show any more reactions seemingly having shut them down. You smiled at him in a way that didn’t reach your eye, “I see. I’m here spending some time with Thoma. I hope you’re enjoying your time with Tin, I’ll see you later.” And with that you quickly turn around and drag the guy with you.

“Who was that?”

“Scaramouche.”

Thoma raised his eyebrows at you, “Are you guys exes?”

“Kinda.”

“Do you like him?”

“I don’t like him at all.” Due to your previous interaction with Scara, your words came out colder than you expected. And unbeknownst to you, Scara had heard the statement loud and clear. In his mind, the way you said it seemed like you actually hated his gut.

“Damn, your tone sounded really harsh. You’re totally je—” Thoma’s voice faded as Scara’s thoughts became louder.

‘They hate you.’

‘Shut up.’

‘Only natural since you’re an inconsiderate asshole.’

‘Shut. Up.’

‘I told you everyone leaves eventually.’ It laughed at Scara and mocked him.

‘They don’t like you enough to stay with you.’

‘Let me rephrase that, they hate you and they finally decided that they couldn’t put up with you anymore. Worthless and annoying.’

‘You’re a handful.’

‘All you do is be a burden. You’re useless. This is why no one actually likes you.’

And Scaramouche spiralled down deeper into the darkness of his mind.

Deeper and

deeper

and deeper.

He felt like he was drowning and he let it happen. He didn’t try to swim up. All he did was lay there limply, like a marionette whose strings had been cut.

He didn’t remember what he did after that. He only remembered the emptiness he felt as he was lost in his mind and the anger. Anger towards himself, you, and everything. And he vividly remembered the impulse he had to text you. To hurt you as much as your words had hurt him.

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Synopsis: In which you major in astronomy and scaramouche is the biggest astronomy hater (in your eyes). What happens when someone confesses their feelings for you, and you not knowing how to handle affections, suddenly blurt out that you are already taken. By who? Well, scaramouche of course.

a/n: was planning on posting this during christmas but eh

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onlinekitsune · 2 years ago

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ೃ⁀➷ PAIRING, GENRE, WARNINGS: mammon/gn! reader, hurt/comfort, protective mammon, also loving and affectionate mammon, warnings for: bullying, mostly like rumors around reader, nothing graphic, physical, or detailed

ೃ⁀➷ SYNOPSIS: nothing could prepare you for attending a school mostly made for demons. you didn't know what to expect or what not to expect. however, having rumors spread around you wasn't anywhere near your guesses. you'd thought that was just a human thing, clearly you were wrong. you kept them just between yourself and strayed away from the brothers. never expecting the impact that it would have on one brother in particular.

ೃ⁀➷ WRITER’S NOTE: hello my beloveds!! i hope you are doing well!! i wanted to throw a lil thing out real quick. i'm still working on the cyoa, it should be out soon!! also wtf i never expected to hit 1k on ANY of my posts or even be close to 200 followers! it's a small achievement i suppose, but i started this blog out of impulse! and never intended to have people to enjoy my content, so i truly do appreciate it! also also i redid a taglist thing, if anyone is interested! no pressure! just thought i should maybe have one? i love u all mwah

taglist form here!

Your only company in the classroom was a single ray of moonlight peeking through the window. You scoffed at yourself for letting silly rumors get to you. You should’ve been used to them, especially going to an all human school. Atlas, here you were wasting your time hiding in classrooms. You didn’t want to burden any of the brothers with your problems. Although, you wouldn’t know if they’d be able to tell. Even so you didn’t want to drag their names along with yours. There was enough attention between you all when people found out you lived with them. You swung your feet, frustrated at how sensitive you were. Studying, that'd get my mind out of this gutter. You swung open the first textbook in your stack. It was about Curses and Hexes. The thought of using these against your classmates wove through your mind. You browsed through like they were some sort of catalog.

“Oi, there ya are! Where have ya been? Why are ya here still?” Mammon bombarded. You stumbled in your seat, dropping the book onto the ground. You would’ve followed if it wasn’t for Mammon’s quick reflexes. He held on your chair, raising an eyebrow.

“M-Mammon? What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be home by now”

“Coulda ask you the same thing! You’re studyin’ here? You could do that back home.” He replied, still right beside you. You tried to control your nervousness, but you felt your heart pound with every second. You avoided his gaze and hesitated. Guilt began to settle in, realizing he was looking for you.

“Yeah. I just, got caught up. You can go ahead, I’ll follow soon.” You laughed. It was hard recognizing your own voice. You just hoped it’d be enough for Mammon. He let go of your chair and moved from your view. You let out a soft breath, as you clutched your book.

“Did I do somethin’ wrong?”

“Huh?” You let out, turning around. Mammon stood behind you, facing the door. He shuffled around, to face you. There was an odd look of worried splattered across his face.

“You’ve been actin’ weird these few days. You’ve avoiding everyone, but, specially me. Did ya just forget we walk back home together? I didn’t say anything bad right? Did-“

“It’s nothing to do with you, Mammon.” You interrupted. Your finger fidgeted along the points of the pages. You didn’t consider how this would of effected them. Silence fell upon hearing footsteps from outside of the classroom.

“... can't believe a human like them, is getting special treatment... like it's really annoying how... they're kinda weird too haha... living at the house of lamentation? ugh! why them... hate living with a human...”

Their words cut in and out like an lost signal. You sighed, just relieved they didn’t enter the room. On the other hand, Mammon was fuming. No one had the right to bad mouth you. He teased you but that was just a friendly thing! He gritted his teeth, heading towards the voices. You had the moment to grab his wrist, pulling him back. “Wait. Mammon, don’t.”

“Why? They shouldn’t be sayin’ things like that! Specially ‘bout you!” He spat, glaring towards the door. His protectiveness pulled on your heartstrings.

“It’s whatever, just don’t get involved.. please.” You whispered, slightly tugging him away from the door. He turned to look at you. Your eyes were soft, and full of worry. And yet the shined so bright along with the moonlight. It was almost as if the light was there just to accompany them.

“Is this why you’ve been weird?” He asked. You felt your soul sink a pit in your stomach. The look on your face was enough of an answer to him. You dropped your head down, defeated by yourself.

“I…I didn’t want to drag you into this. It’s stupid. I’m sorry.” You muttered. You tried holding back the tears but they puddled along your waterline. "I wanted to be able to leave you all out of it." Mammon stood silent but still stood beside you. Your tears ended up pattering along the floor, spread around your feet. Being so vulnerable and open made you feel absolutely mortified. You didn't want anyone to know about this, and even worse, let anyone see you cry about it.

“It’s not stupid.” He replied, placing a hand on your own. You didn't realize that you had your hand still wrapped around his wrist. "Anyone would be upset."

"Mammon, I'm not a child. I should be able to just push these stupid rumors away. I'm just too sensitive."

"There ain't anything wrong with that. It's okay to be sensitive... it's actually a little refreshing." Mammon replied, falling into a murmur. His cheeks flushed a soft shade of red. "It's like comforting."

You tilted your head. It was a bit odd to see such a timid version of Mammon. "I-"

"We all love you! So, hiding from us only hurts everyone. I'm your first, so hiding from me... is just unbelievable! Ya should be able to come to me 'bout anything!" He blurted, grabbing ahold of both of your hands. You froze at the sudden change. Mammon was not the best at showing his emotions. But, here he was trying his best to pour out his heart to you. You'd be lying if you said it wasn't working. Even if he wasn't the best at words, the thought really shined through. A smile slowly made it's way through you. You squeezed Mammon's hands.

"I love you too. Thank you. I.. didn't mean to worry you." You nervously laughed. The silence fell through again, as the two of you just stood in each other's presence. Your eyes glanced between your hands intertwined and Mammon's expression. He shifted his head a bit, looking around. But before you could say anything, he'd already moved in to kiss you. It was quick but unexpectedly soft.

"Sorry! I shoulda asked? I'm sorry!"

You could only laugh at how stupidly cute he could be sometimes. You pulled him into a hug. You didn't expect this to be an outcome of what today had in store, but you'd take it. It was better than crying in a classroom.

"Stop apologizing, and... kiss me again."

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thylacinetears · 1 year ago

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@dronepikachu's GeminiTay Appreciation Week Day 2: Interactions with hermits

Buying Books and Bullying Bdubs

In which a tour of iBuy allows Gem to engage in her favourite activity - annoying Bdubs.

I basically never do these challenges but I love Gem and I figured I'd give it a try for once! No guarantees I'll do any more past this day - I prefer to take my time writing things. But who knows?

I'm also not sure if I'll post this to ao3, because that would mean everyone on tumblr would see my account and vice versa… But oh well. Hope you enjoy it!

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"Alright, welcome to iBuy!" Impulse exclaimed with a smile. He opened the door and stepped aside. "After you."

"Thank you!" Gem replied. "I'm so glad you were able to give me a tour, I would be so lost in this place otherwise."

"Hey, anything for my upstairs neighbour. Now, the elevator is over here... What was it you needed again?"

"Just some enchanted books. My tools are looking a bit worse for wear with the latest additions to my base. I've been building up a bit of a chest monster, too!" she said, with a self-conscious laugh. "Please don't tell Pearl, she won't be happy."

"Wouldn't dream of it. Now, books are on floor 2, that's… already selected, so you don't need to spin the selector or press the button."

"So I just go in?"

"Yup! Except, oh, watch your head, it's only two blocks tall-"

"Oh, thanks for the warning. Yeah, that's a little too short for my antlers, they're at full growth at the moment."

"I'm so sorry, I didn't think about that when I designed it… I thought it just had to be tall enough for Doc and Mumbo! I can try to-"

"Oh, it's fine, I just have to duck a little. See? It's all good."

Gem ducked into the elevator and felt the bubble current bring her up. She held her hand above her head to stop her antlers from hitting the top, and then stepped out of the elevator. Impulse followed her a few seconds after, coming out of the elevator with a practiced jump.

"Ah, what good timing! Impulse, I think I may have broken your redstone," shouted a familiar voice from the other side of the room.

"Hey, Bdubs," replied Impulse, fondly shaking his head. "What have you done this time?"

"A 'Hello' might have been nice, Bdubs. Didn't your mom teach you good manners?" asked Gem in mock offence.

"Okay, sorry, sorry! Good afternoon Gem, good afternoon Impulse, can you please fix your shop, I've been trying to get it to work all morning."

"Alright, let me see. Be with you in a moment, Gem." Impulse walked over to observe his machine, and Gem sidled up to Bdubs.

"Hey, Bdubs. I have a question for you," she said, a cheeky smile forming on her face. She could sense an opportunity forming, and if there was one thing Gem was never going to do, it was miss out on an opportunity to annoy Bdubs.

"Sure, what is it?"

"So, when we talked about your height the other day, you mentioned that you sometimes count your shoes and hair in the equation. Is that correct?"

"Uh, yeah. Doesn't everyone? It's a perfectly normal thing to do."

His voice had taken on a slightly defensive tone, as it always did whenever the topic of his height was mentioned. The fact that she could faintly hear Impulse chuckling in the background probably didn't help things. Gem made sure to speak in her most innocent voice - no point getting him riled up before she could say her point.

"See, I had to be a bit careful when I was using the elevator before, as Impulse didn't quite make it tall enough for my antlers at full growth. So, I was wondering - if you count hair and shoes as part of height, you've gotta count my antlers, right?"

"Yeah, that makes sense, I guess." Bdubs looked at Gem suspiciously, but before he could say anything else he was interrupted by Impulse.

"I think I found your problem, Bdubs." Bdubs and Gem moved closer into the shop, and Impulse continued. "So, unlike the other shops, you don't actually put the diamonds in the same place as the items. You put the diamonds in this barrel here, and then get the books. You see?"

"Oh, right. Like that shop Doc and Ren had last season, I remember." Bdubs picked up three enchanted books, and grinned. "Thanks, Impulse. That's all I needed. What about you, Gem?"

"I'll just take some efficiency and unbreaking books," replied Gem, depositing her diamonds in the barrel. "It'll take me a while to get through those, I think."

"Take an extra one if you like, as a 'welcome to iBuy' gift. Anyway, what was all this I heard about what counts as height?" asked Impulse.

"Well, you said the elevator was tall enough for Doc and Mumbo. So, wouldn't that make me the tallest Hermit, counting my antlers? Right, Bdubs?"

"I mean - yeah, I guess it would..." Bdubs acknowledged.

"So, we might just have to crown Gem as the tallest Hermit, is what I'm hearing," said Impulse.

"Yeah, I think so," agreed Bdubs, nodding his head. "Hey, I could even try to get you an actual crown if you like, I'm sure I've got a spare one hanging around. I've got some experience in crowning people, y'know."

"Sure, I'd love that!" Gem smiled sweetly, and tried her best to hold in her laughter before delivering her final blow. "If you could reach my head."

"HEY!"

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Hope you liked it! If you're wondering what I headcanon their heights as for this fic: Impulse is 5'7-8 ish Bdubs is 5'10, and almost 6 feet with shoes on and his hair spiked up (I think that the short jokes are even funnier when he's not actually that short!) Doc is 6'5 if you count goat horns, and 6'3 if you don't Mumbo is 6'5 Gem is 5'6, but her antlers make her 6'6 and technically the tallest hermit!

Also, Bdubs really has (jokingly) insisted that hair & shoes count as part of his height, I think it's somewhere in here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lj1iI7djozY

#geminitay appreciation week #geminitay #hermitcraft fanfic #bdoubleo100 #impulsesv #hermitcraft

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winterchildd · 2 years ago

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"I care about you...!"

Title: "I care about you...!"

Word Count: 1456

Pairing: Sirius x Remus

Warnings: Noo one just too much sugar and a little bit of angst

Request: Nop

Author's note: Don't have much to say, just that I really really enjoied myself writing this little fic. Remus and Sirius were literally my best friends during this year, they helped me so much more than actually real people, so, in order to thank them for their precius support I decided to write a little wolfstar for the last day of this 2022... well it was meant to be for 2022's last day, I even posted it yesterday at 11:52 pm, but something went wrong with the hastags and now i have to repost it, let's pretend this is both the last post of 2022 and the first of 2023 ehehe

Well like always I hope this little fic will be able to make someone smile, and please during this year remember to take care not only about your physical health but even about your menthal health

Happy new year guys!🌟

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"So" Remus began joining his hands in front of his face in exasperation, closing his eyes for a few moments, while inhaling and exhaling deeply, he was forcing himself to remain calm and not explode in front of what, in all honesty, was the most ridiculous and stupid story he had ever heard in his entire life "You're telling me that last night, while everyone was asleep, you and James went out into the courtyard, where even making a simple snowman is forbidden, and you started a snowballs fight like this, shirtless, with only your pants and a pair of socks on?" he asked then, slowly opening his eyes, pointing his annoyed gaze in that slightly bewildered and feverish of Sirius, who, lying in bed, under an infinite pile of blankets, was dealing with the worst flu that was ever seen at Hogwarts "Is that what you two did?" he asked again while crossing his arms over his chest, tapping his index finger against his arm, was desperately trying to resist and not give in to the impulse he felt to put his hands on him and punch away the sly and teasing smile that was curling his lips, as if all of that, his outburst, the anger and concern he had made him feel, amused him

"We tried to wake you up..." Sirius began, slowly shrugging in his shoulders, with his voice hoarse and all thick because of the cold "But as usual you're a heavy sleeper" he resumed immediately interrupting himself to forcefully blow his nose, laboriously dragging the words behind himself because of the fever that was clouding his mind a bit "It was getting late so..."

"Idiots!" Remus stopped him at the limit of his patience, literally making the words choke in the back of his throat for the surprise and fright of having been yelled at so suddenly and by him, who was normally always so quiet "What the heck do you have instead of brains, sawdust?" he yelled again "What the hell popped into your mind, huh? What were you thinking about?" he asked him with the rhetorical attitude of someone who obviously didn't expect, nor wanted, an answer "At nothing, I'm telling you" he answered himself moving a couple of nervous steps around the room "Going out naked in this cold... I mean, were you two looking for a way to die?"

"A way to die..." breathed Sirius, unable to hold back a hoarse laugh "You don't die from a little bit of cold..." he pointed out at him with his usual teasing and uncaring attitude.

"Say another word, Sirius" Remus gravely warned him "And I swear I'll make you regret being born with these hands, and when I'm done you'll regret you didn't freeze to death while you were playing outside like an idiot with James!" and at those words, in front of the anger, the seriousness with which he was looking at him, Sirius suddenly felt small, tiny and insignificant as a bowtruckle in front of a dragon, and the desire to joke and laugh about what he had done vanished as if it hadn't ever existed. Maybe, he thought to himself lowering his gaze on the blankets for a few moments, unable to bear Remus's one any longer, he had exaggerated, maybe there was really nothing funny about what he and James did

"Do you have the slightest idea of how worried I was when Peter came to tell me, out of breath, that you had passed out in the corridor? Do you have any idea of the fear I felt when after half an hour had passed, you still didn't seemed to recover?" he asked him "Damn it Sirius, you were pale as a ghost!" he yelled bringing his hand to massage his forehead in exasperation "You were cold, stiff as a statue, sweaty and you could hardly breathing..." he resumed after a few seconds of silence, with his voice suddenly trembling, thin as if he was about to cry but was too angry to do it "Do you have any idea... - a heavy sigh left his lips as he finally stopped his wandering through the room - I thought you had a fight with someone, that the Slytherins had set a trap on you or something, but instead... but instead you were just being stupid, as usual"

"I'm sorry..." Sirius mumbled weakly, raising mortified, sincerely sorry, his gaze on him "I didn't meant to worry you... I didn't thought..."

"I know" Remus interrupted him "You never do" he said looking at him with disappointment "You let yourself be carried away by James without asking yourself if he's being wrong or not... you just follow him" he finished in a whisper. And at those words, before the veil of sadness that darkened his gaze for a brief moment, at the few silent tears that streamed down his scratched cheeks, Sirius felt like the worst monster of all.

How could he had had made him suffer so much?

"You never stop yourself to think that I am here, that I worry about you"

These, these were the desperate words that could be read into Remus' eyes as he rubbed his temples with his hands, breathing slowly in a desperate attempt to regain his composure: words he hadn't had the heart to say out loud because he knew, as well as Sirius did, that they were true, terribly true. He just couldn't think about it, and not because he didn't care, but because there had never been anyone to worry about him, about his health. That was why he didn't ever stop to think, why he always did whatever came to his mind, because anyways, even if he was scolded, it was never out of concern. What really shoked his parents was never anger born from the affection they felt for him, from the fear that something serious might happen to him, the only thing that mattered was their reputation, the good name of the family, what others might have said and thought about them. If he was hurt, if he was putting his own safety at risk didn't mean anything for them, the thought of losing him didn't move them even a millimeter. For Remus, though, it was completely different, and if he got so angry at him and scolded him, was only because he cared, because he really loved him.

"Listen..." Remus began as soon as he had calmed down a bit, slowly waking Sirius from the trance his thoughts had plunged him into "I'm not saying you can't have fun together..." he said finally returning to look at him with his usual softness and a little bit of guilt, just as if he had suddenly regretted having yelled at him like that and being so hard on him "You have every right to do so, I don't want to be a killjoy, but you could at least stop and think sometimes... I mean, you could have had fun even with some cloths on" he finished with a thin laugh, letting himself sit down slowly on the bed, as if he had suddenly lost strength in his legs.

"You're right..." sighed Sirius, grabbing his hand guiltily, squeezing it weakly "I'm just not used to it..." he continued letting out the hint of a chuckle from his lips "I'm not trying to justify myself" he wanted to specify "But... it's simply the truth: there aren't really a lot of people who worries about me" he finished shrugging again in his shoulders, slowly raising, with a sort of embarrassment, his gaze on that of Remus'

"I know," Remus sighed in response, leaning forward to gently press their foreheads together, kindly returning Sirius' grip, slowly intertwining their fingers in an awkward attempt to let him know that he wasn't angry anymore, that what really mattered to him was that he was fine.

"You'll get used to it" he then smiled at him with a slightly mischievous look before leaving a soft kiss on his lips.

At that touch, in front of Remus' purity and sincerity, Sirius felt his heart melt like snow in the sun, and for an instant he wished that moment would never end. Remus hadn't said it, not explicitly, but that "you'll get used to it" had the same flavor of a promise, as if, in a certain way, he had wanted him to understand that he would had always be by his side, that he had no intention of leaving him, that he wasn't alone anymore, that he had someone who loved him, who wanted to be next to him, and there was nothing more beautiful he could wish for: Remus was all he needed.

#wolfstar fic #wolfstar #marauders headcanon #marauders fic #marauders x reader #remus lupin #sirius black #sirius x reader #remus x reader #harry potter headcanon #harry potter fic #james x reader #jegulus

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attaboy-art · 3 years ago

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every day i get closer and closer to cosplaying dex

#i have big cheeks and the scawniest body he just like me fr‼️💯#ive been meaning to get an extra pair of glasses for the longest time tol #mayhaps ill get some aviators #i hope youre all enjoying my annoying impulsive thoughts posts #i am a court jester you are all helpless to watch #mine little thoughts

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drunk-on-dk · 2 years ago

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Imperfectly Lovable | Yoon Jeonghan (m)

✦pairing: e2l,mutal friend!Yoon Jeonghan x fem!reader

✦genre: angst, smut (minors pls DNI)

✦wc: ~5.7k

warnings and smut beneath the cut

✦warnings: smut (once again, last warning, minors DNI), no specified pronouns, but reader has female anatomy, is the maid of honor, and wears a dress. Our man scoups is getting married, Enemies? to lovers, reader is a bit emotional and drained, soft dom Jeonghan, teasing, mentions of alcohol, fingering, unprotected sex (as always pls wear protection), deep/passionate sex, creampie – please let me know if I miss anything, my brain hurts.

✦an: this was an impulsive fic that I finished between writing two other fics, and wanted to post per a message I received since I thought some of you may enjoy it. I hope you all like it! Please note that this was lightly skimmed as means of proofreading, so there may be some changes when I get the chance to read through again with a clear mind lol

It felt like hours had passed since you first arrived at this bar, tired beyond belief after spending the whole day running around to help prepare for your best friend’s wedding tomorrow, and tonight’s rehearsal dinner was proving to be more work than one may imagine. You were miserable at this point; eyes heavy with a glass of overpriced vodka grasped a little too tightly in one hand whilst the other was threaded into your once put together, but now disarrayed curls. To be honest, you were counting down the minutes until the shuttle would take you back to your hotel, ready to kick your heels off and fall into bed.

The last thing you needed right now was for Jeonghan to appear, his mischievous chuckle informing you of his presence as he took the seat next to you at the bar, plucking the cherry garnish from your drink and popping it into his mouth. All you could muster up was a glare, tired eyes peering at him, opposite of his toothy grin and twinkling eyes.

He opened his mouth to say something, but you held up a hand, motioning for him not to speak, “please, Jeonghan, I have no tolerance to listen to whatever nonsense you have to say right now.”

Jeonghan had been on your nerve all day, albeit he was helpful throughout all the wedding preparations, but he was a constant annoyance during each task you’d ask him to complete.

Much to your dismay, you two ran in the same circle, both of you being friends of the bride and groom. Leah, the bride, had been your partner in crime all throughout college, and Seungcheol, the groom, was basically Jeonghan’s brother. Your friend groups had merged early on when Leah and Seungcheol started dating, the two groups joining organically due to being similar in nature.

Jeonghan was chosen as the best man, and you were chosen as the maid of honor. However, the downfall was that you two never had gotten along. Jeonghan had teased you incessantly all throughout college, never letting you rest whenever he’d spot you on campus and sabotaging all flings that you’d pursue on nights out. You couldn’t stand him, but you did your best to ignore him, typically brushing him off. To be honest, Jeonghan couldn’t stand you either and he couldn’t exactly pinpoint why. Maybe it was because you were a little too perfect in his eyes, annoyed by your façade that you had everything under control, and he had an unspoken goal to find out what made you tick. Those years were filled with constant bickering, endlessly pushing each other’s buttons until your friends would split you two up.

Jeonghan was really a kind, genuine person, so he wasn’t sure what it was about you that made him act out like this. The only instance he’d ever been relatively pleasant to you was when your situationship had abandoned you at the club, finding him in the corner with his tongue down another girl’s throat, and that led you to drinking a little too much for your own good. You ended up calling Jeonghan; bawling your eyes out from the curb outside the club and begging for him to come pick you up. Leah wasn’t answering your calls, and Jeonghan was one of the only people you knew who had a car on campus. He obliged, quickly driving over, and saving you from your despair. He didn’t utter a word the whole drive to your apartment, only occasionally humming out in agreement as you spewed out insults about the guy who broke your heart. He only spoke up when you had made a derogatory comment about yourself, telling you to never say out such a thing again and firmly stating that you deserved better. It was enough to shut you up until he dropped you off your place, jaw screwed shut and cheeks raw from the tears, heart pounding in shock that Jeonghan would say such polite things to you.

However, that proved to be a rare occurrence, and Jeonghan proceeded to continue with his shenanigans, pushing all your buttons up until graduation. Unfortunately, even after college, you two still frequently saw each other, but you remained civil. Typically, you tried to keep your distance, but this whole wedding has been making it all too difficult, which is why you’re stuck in this uppity bar next to the one and only menace in your life.

Jeonghan ignores you, grabbing the half drank glass from your hand and knocking the rest of it back himself, “don’t jump the gun, Y/N. I was going to ask, before you so rudely interrupted, if you wanted to head back to the hotel. I’m ordering an uber and thought you looked tired.”

You scoff, hating that he pointed out the obvious, “I am tired, Jeonghan. What’s the catch?”

“There is no catch, just a little tired myself to be honest.” You peered around, hoping to spot the special couple, but they were long gone themselves. Leah had bid you goodbye a while ago, avoiding having a hangover on her wedding day, and heading back to perform some selfcare. There wasn’t much keeping you at this bar anymore, and if Jeonghan was offering to pay for an uber, then you were going to tag along.

With a huff you stubbornly grab your purse and hop off the barstool, “I’m only going because you’re paying, and my bed is calling my name. Let’s head out.” Jeonghan can’t hide his smirk, teeth working at his bottom lip as he watches you walk away, hips swaying with each step. You only look back to give Jeonghan a questioning look, wondering what is taking him so long to call an uber. You were infuriating to him, but you were also vexingly attractive.

The ride back to the hotel was silent, the low hum of the car relaxing you as music played quietly in the background. It was enough to make you doze off, your head slowly drooping towards Jeonghan and eventually landing on his shoulder. He tensed at the contact, the soft strands of your hair tickling his neck as you subconsciously nuzzled into him, the sensual aroma of your perfume filling the air around him.

He hated moments like this, moments where he questioned what went wrong with your friendship. What made you two dislike each other so much, and why did you both drive each other mad? There were moments that he realized you weren’t so perfect, noticing today when you broke your calm demeaner upon finding out that the flower delivery would be delayed by an hour. For the first time ever, he feared you, listening rather than fighting back when you ordered him to drive to the flower shop himself and pick up the bouquets and arrangements. He suppressed all emotions of endearment he felt, not liking the way his heart warmed at how much you seemed to care about this wedding when it wasn’t even your own.

The halting of the car is what woke you, your head snapping up from his shoulder to compose yourself before slipping out of the uber, muttering a polite thank you to the driver. Jeonghan hesitantly followed you, joining you in the elevator as you sleepily leaned against the wall. You were both on the same floor due to the bridal party having rooms within the same wing of the hotel, and part of him was relieved that he could make sure you made it back to your room safely.

Before swiping your key to enter your own room, you turned to face Jeonghan, clearing your throat to gain his attention before his disappeared into the safety of his own. “Can we establish a truce, specifically for tomorrow? Let’s please just be actually civil for one day?”

Jeonghan doesn’t have it in him to tease you, reluctantly nodding and holding his hand out to shake your smaller one. You seem pleased by his quick agreement, your face washing over with relief before slipping into your room.

The wedding was ceremony was beautiful, and, thankfully, everything had gone smoothly. Really, Jeonghan could have sworn and argued that it went smoothly because of you. You didn’t let Leah or Seungcheol stress out once, ensuring that everything was taken care of and constantly soothing the bride. You remained composed the whole morning, making sure everything was in place and in tip-top shape. However, Jeonghan knew the effect it had on you when he looped his arm around yours before entering the ceremony, you were shaking like a leaf, nervousness and anxiety wracking your body throughout the entire event.

You would hold it together all day; all throughout the pictures and in between the ceremony and reception. Even giving a stellar maid of honor toast to further celebrate the bride and groom. Jeonghan refrained from any teasing, making sure to help you with any of your duties as much as he could, hoping to take some of the anxiety away.

Even after all these years of pushing you to the edge, Jeonghan realized he hated seeing you in this state. You weren’t perfect, your façade was just a protective shell to prevent concerning those around you, never wanting to burden or disappoint others. You cared all too much for the people in your life, he could see it in your eyes as you watched Leah and Seungcheol have their first dance, eyes watery with admiration and a sadness that he couldn’t pinpoint.

Rather than watching the bride and groom, Jeonghan found himself watching you underneath the hazy glow of the chandelier, soft skin illuminating in the warm light, and something in him turned fuzzy. He no longer wanted to fight back and forth with you, he wanted to take back all the years of bantering and start over. Jeonghan couldn’t stop himself from rising from his seat the second a stray tear rolled down your cheek, sitting in the vacant bridesmaid chair next to you as people gathered around the dance floor to watch the first dance.

You gave Jeonghan a weary smile, hurriedly brushing away your tears as he gazed at you differently than he ever had before. You felt your cheeks heat up at his expression, his handsome features making you feel a bit flustered as his tender eyes glanced at you, handing you the handkerchief from his front pocket.

You whispered a quiet thank you under your breath, using his handkerchief to collect the tears welling in the corner of your eyes. Jeonghan softly smiled in return, a comforting hand grabbing yours as you both turned your attention back to the bride and groom. Your heart raced at the way his hand felt in yours, the blood in your fingers feeling staticky at the way his thumb gently rubbed up and down your palm. The feeling was foreign to you, and you weren’t sure if you were feeling this way because it was out of character for Jeonghan, or if something had changed.

You weren’t even paying attention to the wedding anymore, the first dance music sounding distant in your head as you tried not to look at Jeonghan, your heart rate and breathing increasing each second his hand held yours. You hadn’t even noticed that you finished your champagne flute, Jeonghan letting out a quiet chuckle when you tried sipping from your empty drink.

Eventually, the first dances had come to an end, and much to your surprise Jeonghan stood up with your hand still in his, asking “would you like to dance with me, Y/N? I think it’s our duty as the maid of honor and best man to do so.”

You weren’t sure you could manage such a request with how fragile your heart felt, but you agreed due to the truce from the other night. Everything felt like a game with Jeonghan, but his intentions seemed innocent today. “How could I deny such a rare proposition?”

Something sour seemed to take over Jeonghan’s face at your comment, but it disappeared as quickly as it came, guiding you out to join him for a slow dance with the rest of the wedding attendees.

As much as you hated to admit it, the way your body molded against Jeonghan’s so perfectly scared you. It was too natural how he pulled you close to him, head resting against his firm chest as one hand remained grasped yours and the other fell to your lower back, holding you against him. Jeonghan prayed you couldn’t hear the pounding of his heart, breathing slowly in hopes that you couldn’t tell how this scared him as well. Jeonghan was questioning everything he knew about you, cursing himself for being so unbearable to you all these years. No wonder you put up with him for so long, you only cared about pleasing those around you, and if it meant hanging out and putting up with him, then so be it. Jeonghan regretted running you thin for so long, but he was unsure how to ever make it up to you.

Jeonghan watched as your eyes fluttered shut, pretty lashes sitting atop your blushed cheeks, swaying you gently to the beat as he really took in your appearance for the first time. He determined that he preferred the way you looked when you looked safe and content in his arms, rather than the way you’d roll your eyes at him and turn away. Jeonghan didn’t want this moment to end, but for now, this was more than he could have ever wished for.

Jeonghan helped you to another glass of champagne once the slow dance ended, the music becoming more upbeat as the night became chaotic, drunken friends and family taking over the dance floor. You two eventually end up joining all your friends at the center of the dance floor, laughing joyously as random dance moves were created and copied within the group.

Eventually, you find yourself pulling away from the crowd, feeling a bit run down and tipsy, and needing some fresh air. It was becoming late at night and soon the venue would be ushering you all out. You found yourself sitting on the stairway outside of the reception area, setting your champagne flute next to you as you looked up to the starry sky.

You felt emotional all the sudden, heavy tears that you held back earlier betraying you and falling down your cheekbones every time you blinked. You’ve never felt so lonely in your entire life, wishing to have a companion like how Leah had Seungcheol, but everyone you’ve ever imagined yourself with has failed you. Were you unlovable? Were you hard to reach? You cared too much about others, but were you bad at showing it?

As if on cue, Jeonghan joins you for the second time that you found yourself crying for the night. Plopping next to you on the stairs, he leans back to evaluate your state. Part of you feels relieved to have him next to you again.

His jaw is slacked open, unsure of what to say this time, tipsier than he was before. Panicking, he utters out the first thing that came to mind, “stop crying, you are kind of ugly when you cry, you know that?” Jeonghan immediately regrets it, he wasn’t even sure why he said such thing, it wasn’t even the truth, you still looked beautiful as ever. He regrets it even more when you snap your head towards him, looking more hurt than he’s ever seen you.

“Fuck,” you choke out, a look of disbelief taking over your features. The space between your eyebrows wrinkled in bewilderment and incredulity, evaluating if he was messing with you or not. “Should have known you’d always be dick no matter what, Jeonghan. It’s like I can’t catch a break.”

You’re quickly standing up from your spot, mad at yourself for ever allowing yourself to feel that comfortable around Jeonghan. Even if he had been agreeable today, you should have known to never let your guard down around him. However, he’s grabbing your wrist before you can rush away.

“Shit, I’m sorry, Y/N,” his other hand is running through his dark hair, voice sounding shaky as he tries to come up with an apology. “I’m not sure why I even said that…it’s not even true.”

You’re trying to break from his grasp, arm desperately shaking him off as his grip tightens around your wrist. You give up, pathetically staring back at him with disdain, “Then why would you even say such a thing? Is it your soul purpose in life to mess with me?”

He loosens his grip, feeling like he’s really fucked up this time. You seem to soften too, noticing how a glint of regret flickers in his brown orbs. “No, not at all,” he’s stuttering out, tripping over his own words as he tries to make amends, “I wish I could start over, fuck, I only ever teased you because you were always too perfect, too untouchable. However, I’m realizing that isn’t the case.”

You become irritated again, wanting to stop listening to whatever he has to say before he can hurt you anymore, but he doesn’t let you leave. “Listen to me, Y/N, I’m not messing with you. My mind has been what’s been messing with me, I regret ever teasing you the way I did, no wonder you’re skeptical of me.” Tears are brimming your eyes again, your lip is quivering as you refrain from saying anything else to Jeonghan. He continues, taking your silence as a cue to keep going, “I don’t want to be that way anymore; I can see how much you care for those around you, how you carry so much burden for others, how you graciously go on even when you’re crumbling. Fuck, all I have to say, is I’m sorry for ever being a burden. And dammit, you’re fucking beautiful, Y/N, and I’m lucky to even have had you in my life all these years.”

It could be the passion of the moment, but you’re wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling your body into his like he had earlier in the night. Your lips crash against his, and Jeonghan wastes no time falling into your rhythm. It’s heavy and messy, noses and teeth clashing as you desperately kiss him. Only do you break the kiss to breathe out, “I hate you, Jeonghan, but fuck I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”

Jeonghan almost whines, hands wrapping around your lower back to hold you closer than humanly possible, “what can I do to fix this? Fix us? How can I make things up to you?”

“Just keep kissing me,” you groan out and he’s biting at your lower lip, “this is so wrong, but, fuck, we can work it out later.” His lips reattach to yours, hands trailing up your sides to cup your face as his tongue slips into your mouth. He tastes like champagne, the flavor all too familiar and memorable just like him.

You feel the impending heat of your arousal in the pit of your stomach, only making you feel hotter when you feel the hardness of Jeonghan’s growing erection pressing into you. You’re hyper aware that you’re outside, fully exposed to the reception taking place inside, but no one seems to take notice of your two bodies pressed against each other in a frenzy. Nor would any ever suspect it would be you two.

“God, Jeonghan,” you moan lowly when his lips trail down your jaw to your exposed collarbone, “I know what you can do to make it up to me.”

Your hands are gripping his suit jacket as he’s humming into your collarbone, nipping gently at the skin, “what can I do?”

“I just need you to fuck me,” you whisper out, gasping as he sucks harshly at the same spot, only doing so crueler upon hearing your request. “Let us work out all these years of frustration, show me how you truly feel about me.”

He’s massaging your hipbones, holding you tightly as he lets out a subdued growl into your neck, “I love the sound of that, but where do we even go, sweetheart?” He’s peering into the reception hall, evaluating a quick route that avoids all your friends, hot breath splaying over your skin as you pathetically hold onto him.

Your brain is running a mile a minute, unable to think straight with the way Jeonghan kisses all over your decolletage so affectionately. “There’s a dressing room upstairs, we can go there,” you’re breathing out, attempting to push Jeonghan off you before you make any other rash decisions, “no one will even see us walk by.”

The wedding party is in the thick of their celebration currently, with most of the crowd on the dance floor or tied up at the bar. Jeonghan agrees, pulling you in front of him to hide his oh-so-obvious erection and leading you inside. You guide him towards the stairway outside of the main reception hall, leading him upstairs towards the spare dressing room. This was used earlier to touch up on all the bridal party’s makeup and drop your bags off, but you assumed it hasn’t been used since.

Thankfully, there was a lock on the door, which Jeonghan was sure to turn upon closing the door behind himself. Jeonghan didn’t hesitate once the door was locked, long fingers wrapping behind your neck and roughly pulling you in for a deep kiss. You were addicting now that he had a taste of you, your plush lips tasting like the sweetest candy.

Jeonghan’s hands reached behind you, deft fingers working at the corset that held your dress up and pulling the bodice loose. Your fingers were quick to unbutton his top and undo his tie, pulling the fancy clothing articles off his upper half. Your hands felt fiery against his skin, nails running up and down his chest as he carefully dragged your dress down your curves.

Both of you gasped at the contact of bare skin, breasts pressed firmly against his chest as he continued kissing you. His hands wandering down to your bare ass, palming firmly at the plush muscle, and coaxing a moan from you at how rough his hands felt on your skin. Your tongues battle for dominance as he continues to grope you, gently snapping your elastic thong against your hips before sliding it down your legs.

His fingers found their way between your legs, hastily touching you exactly where you needed him the most. However, Jeonghan determined he was going to take his time with you in order to show you how he truly felt. He slowed down, running his fingers between your folds and collecting your slick between them.

He groaned lowly, “sweetheart, are you really this wet for me?”

You’re nodding against his shoulder, using his body to hold you up as he teasingly pushes two fingers into your entrance, palm rubbing against your clit at he does so. There’s a lounge chair in the corner of the room, and Jeonghan guides you over to it, sitting you down on the lush velvet surface. He kneels beneath your legs, almost drooling at the sight of you being so open for him, breasts on display and a misty look in your eyes. Your curls are a bit messy from being tousled and your skin is a bit more flushed than usual. Just when he thought you couldn’t be more beautiful, you prove him wrong.

He takes his time, fingers slipping into your wet heat slowly, slightly curling as you gasp out in pleasure. He’s kissing your inner thigh as he does so, innocent eyes glancing up at you as he works his fingers in and out of you. You’re panting, feeling overwhelmed at the way he looks at you and how good he feels just from touching you. Jeonghan can see how your chest rises and falls with each breath you take, lungs sputtering as he picks up his pace.

Experimentally, his fingers scissor inside of you, making your hips buck from the immense pleasure as he strikes a new chord inside of you. His jaw is slack as he learns more about your body, groaning into your skin when a hand of yours wraps itself in his hair, tugging on his wavy locks and pulling him closer as if to encourage him to use his tongue.

He understands your indication, kissing up your inner thigh until he gently sucks at your clit. The moan you let out is like music to his ears when he adds his tongue to the mix, continuing to curl his fingers in and out of you.

Your moans are high pitched, but not too loud, only enough for him to hear. This pleases him, only wanting to hear such desirable noises himself, and thankful you’d grant him permission to hear such a thing.

You’re grinding into his face now, needily chasing your high as his tongue fucks into you, nose messily pressing into your clit. He’s a starved man, and your pussy might just be his saving grace. Jeonghan is only encouraged more when you fall back onto the lounge chair, back arching in indulgence as one leg hooks over his shoulder.

“Jeonghan,” you’re a moaning mess up until he works your first orgasm from you, gasping as your body shakes in pure bliss. “You-your tongue… f-feels so good.”

Jeonghan is smirking, continuing to lick into you as you come down from your high, hips bucking in overstimulation as he presses his tongue flat against your clit. Once he feels like he’s worked you completely through your orgasm, he stands up to quickly pull his pants and underwear off, throwing the garments to the opposite side of the room.

“Now, sweetheart,” Jeonghan coos, kneeling between your legs that willingly stay open for him and welcome him in, “let me really make it up to you.”

Jeonghan takes note of your lust-ridden eyes, basking in how you look him up and down, eyes widening when they land on his cock. He’s so hard, he can’t even wait to run the length between your folds, hesitating briefly to check in with you.

“I don’t have a condom, but I’m clean,” he cursorily explains, panicking upon realizing this moment could come abruptly to an end.

You’re so tired at this point, desperate to feel Jeonghan inside of you, that you don’t even care. Plus, you’re on the pill, and you’re quick to mention that to him. “Don’t care, ‘m clean too, and on birth control.”

He loves how you’re like putty in his hands, immediately moving closer to you upon being granted permission, holding himself over you with his elbow as he runs his head between your folds. You’re arching into him again, his supporting arm sliding underneath your lower back to keep you pressed against him as he prods his length into you. He wants to take it slow, but when you let out a whiney moan, he can’t help but push his cock deeper into you.

The sound you let out is so low, so wanton that he hisses into your neck, biting your shoulder to practice some self-restraint as your walls suck him in. He’s so big, his length gradually filling you up until you’re stuffed to the brim.

You two stay like this for a second, wide eyes staring into each other’s as he gently brushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear. The moment is so tender, that you truly can’t believe you two have spent most of your relationship bickering.

Jeonghan swears he could stay pressed against you like this forever, but the second your walls clench around him, he can’t help but shallowly thrust into you. There are those sounds again, the melodious cries of yours that have his head spinning. He swears he could fuck you all day if it meant he could hear listen to you like this. Jeonghan also swears your body was made for his, your pert nipples pressing into his skin, stomach pressing into his, and collarbones on display for his enjoyment.

“God, sweetheart,” he’s groaning out, cock thrusting into you at a quicker pace now, making sure to fill you up to the max each time. “I meant it when I said you’re beautiful.”

The tip of his cock hits your g-spot every time, slowly and deliberatively, and you’re a babbling mess as you cry out a thank you in response. You’re not even sure what you’re thanking him for, whether it was for the compliment, how good he was treating you, or how amazing he was making you feel. It was likely a thank you for all the above.

You’ve never had someone make you feel so good from fucking you this slowly, his touch set your body ablaze, everything feeling intentional and all too real. His pelvis added extra stimulation, the friction from each rock of his hips rubbing against your clit and making you wail out in pleasure.

However, you were growing needier, even though you appreciated Jeonghan taking his time with you. You needed him closer to you, deeper in you, you needed more, more, more. You push him away much to his confusion, only to flip over and realign your entrance to his cock.

Jeonghan understood exactly what you wanted, filling you back up until his hips were pressed flush against your ass. Wrapping an arm around your waist, he pulls you up to press your back flat against his chest, large hands squeezing both your breasts as he bucks his hips up into you. His fingers work meticulously at your nipples, pinching and rolling the sensitive buds as your head lolls back onto his shoulder. You’re helping him by slightly bouncing on his cock, his low groans against your neck encouraging you to keep going.

“So deep, Jeonghan,” you’re crying out, hand reaching behind you to tangle itself in his hair. His lips found purchase on your neck again, sure to leave light bruises this time as he spears you with his cock, hands massaging your boobs harsher as he continues to thrust into you.

“So gorgeous,” he’s groaning into your skin, “you deserve so much love, Y/N. Such a beautiful person. Please let me treat you right.”

You could cry again, you’re sure of it, your vision is blurry from the tears as he sloppily thrusts into you. The feeling is so intense, the arousal pooling in your stomach as he repeatedly hits the soft, spongey spot deep inside of you. You’re moldable against his body, the sound of his hips slamming into yours being the only reminder that you are two bodies and not one.

You’re whimpering out, letting Jeonghan know you’re close to your high. You’re begging for him to cum with you, cunt clenching around his length like a vice as the feeling of your approaching orgasm tenses your muscles like no other. You’re keening for your release, hips desperately grinding back into him.

Jeonghan is here to gratify you, wanting to make up all these years of ceaseless teasing to you somehow. “Tell me where you want me to cum, sweetheart,” he’s barely audible, his usually smooth voice sounding crackly as he refrains from cumming prematurely.

“Inside me,” you’re weeping, tears rolling down your cheeks for the nth time this week, but this time from immense pleasure as your pussy begins to spasm around him. “Please, Jeonghan, I can’t hold it anymore.”

That’s all he needs, grunting as he releases his cum inside of you, the feeling of your walls tightening around him becoming overwhelming as your hands grasp desperately at his arms wrapped around you. You’re holding onto him for dear life as you shake in his hold, the throbbing of your cunt making his hips stutter inside of you.

The satisfaction you both feel is overpowering, the two of you not daring to let each other go as both your breathing begins to slow. Goosebumps pebble your skin as Jeonghan’s thumb rubs gently over your stomach, hot kisses pressed against your back and down your spine as he slowly pulls you off him. He shivers at the feeling, missing the warmth of your heat as he begins to get redressed.

You look striking, laid out on the lounge as if you were basking in the sun. You were glowing, tear-stained cheeks and pouty lips being the only indication of the messy rendezvous that just took place. He takes his time cleaning you up, slipping your dress back on you, and lacing your corset back up.

Jeonghan is sure to keep your lacy panties though, slipping the flimsy garment in his front pocket, earning a giggle from you as you press into his body. You both are hesitant to rejoin the wedding downstairs, knowing how suspicious it may be if you are lovey-dovey, also considering how things will change after what just took place.

“Jeonghan,” you whisper out, your raw undereye from all the tears making Jeonghan feel sick to his stomach. He nods gently, hand brushing through your hair to urge you to continue to speak. “You’ve made it up to me a little, but please tell me you’ll continue. That’s how you’ll really make things up to me.”

Jeonghan pulls you in dearer, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, “Oh, Y/N, the past few days have shown me that’s all I want. Let me make it up to you for months and years to come.”

Jeonghan is sure to do so, the teasing bone never really leaving his body, but he treats you like the most important person in his life and makes you feel like you’re lovable, caring for you as much as you do for others. Jeonghan regrets taking so long to learn about your imperfections, but he swears he’ll cherish you for double the amount of time. Infinite if time allows him to.

#svthub #seventeen smut #svt smut #yoon jeonghan smut #jeonghan smut #jeonghan e2l #enemies to lovers smut #seventeen fic #seventeen imagine #seventeen scenario

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ventiaoo · 2 years ago

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Heated Argument

Inspired By: This Blog

Characters: Ritsu Sakuma, Izumi Sena.

(Warning): Slightly suggestive themes, biting, possessive behavior.

I hope my favoritism towards Ritsu wasn't that obvious, ehe. This is my first time posting a enstars x reader, hope some of ya'll could enjoy it.

✁ Ritsu Sakuma

He sent his significant other a side-glare from the other side of the bed as a pout captured his lips. Your face began to sweat profusely as you prompted out an awkward brief laugh as Ritsu chose to continue to huff and puff on the corner, spreading growing mushrooms everywhere.

"Come on now Ritsu~ You can't forever me ignore me right? Now stop being a baby and let us enjoy our cuddling time, kay?~" You singsong, innocently batting your eyelashes at him and sent the brightest smile you could conjure.

To your chagrin, you mistakenly believed that by presenting a cute demeanour, your strategic approach might be effective this time. Ritsu merely turned his back on you, uttered the cutest "Humph," and remained pucker his face the entire night.

"Why not go to your best friend, surely they would comply to your request~ Now shoo, leave me alone. I want to get my night time nap."

Ritsu swiftly threw himself onto the mattress after finishing his tirade, hastily yanking the blankets up over his rest of the body, including his head. He afterward blatantly ignored your existence.

"Ritsu-kun..sigh.."

In the past few weeks, you've been spending awfully a lot of time chatting with your long-time friend you haven't talked with for years, not having the extra time to spend with Ritsu because of being to preoccupied catching up with your best friend.

Naturally your boyfriend had accumulated envy towards your long-time friend, whining and complaining about how you've been paying much attention to your friend when you should be solely focusing on him.

As a consequence, his abandonment issue surfaced, resulting in him feeling forgotten.

Which leading you both having a argument and having a sulking Ritsu by your side

After you've managed to snatch the blanket away from him, you threw it out of his reach before he had the chance to snatch it back again.

"Eh, Hey- Give that back, I was sleeping! Mou~ [N/N]-chan, you are being so annoying right now! "

Upset by your action, Ritsu grumbled and childishly folded his arms against his chest as he muttered some incomprehensible obscenities beneath his breath.

You scowled, sharing the same glare and pout as him "Stop being petty Ritsu, It wasn't my intention in the first place, besides. I haven't talk with them for like– YEARS!" You exclaimed rather dramatically, only for Ritsu to scoff at the assertion he found unjustified

"Not a reasonable reason to let your boyfriend feel neglected." He retorted back, not giving you enough room to remark back at his words, then his matched eyes landed on the old bite mark still apparent on your flesh.

Ritsu tilted his head, dark aura shrouding over him "That mark proves you are mine, and mine only. So then why are you paying attention to someone other than me? Somehow you forgot who you belong to." He muttered, his nose scrunching up in distaste

"Ne, [N/N]-chan, should I mark you and claim you as mine all over again? That way, all you'd ever be capable of thinking about is me. Whenever you look at the mark that would perpetually be carved on your fine-grained skin." With a hint of blushing his cheeks, a rather sinister smirk crept to his lips at the thought. Lust and mischief illuminated his identical red eyes. Ah, there it is again.

His biting proclivities and possessive impulses are seriously appearing yet again, seriously. You really have one hell of a clingy boyfriend, not that you didn't mind though–

"Are you even listening....I–" His once-complex skin progressively went light crimson as he witnessed you unbuttoning your blouse one by one with widening eyes, his voice feebly trailing off, Amused at the reacting, you taunted the vampire further more, you seductively slid you blouse off to you shoulder "What are you doing...?"

"Mhm? What do you mean? I thought you are going to mark me, you said it yourself, unless~ Ritsu-kun decided to back down." You smirk, teasing him. Ritsu slightly felt irked

"Pfft- who would've thought Ritsu-kun can be such a pu- EEPP!!!"

A sound of yelp emitted from you, Ritsu didn't waste a moment in dragging you near to him, having settled you onto his lap, and compelling you to straddle him, his warm breath stroked the crook of your neck as he caressed your skin with a delicate nip, causing you to produce whimpers from pleasure.

He gradually pulled back and glided his arms around your waist, pushing you further to his chest.

Ritsu brushed his nose across your skin whilst also leisurely descending his canine fangs down to your neck. Ritsu then unexpectedly bit it, prompting you to out a faint gasp. But the force was not enough to leave an visible mark.

Ritsu smirked against your skin, obviously taking amusement in the brilliant red color on your face, while your eyebrow twitched.

He was evidently having a great time teasing the shit out of you until you will be left flustered of embarrassment (Which is he is currently succeeding)

"[N/N]-chan really love tempting me, huh. Such a slutty kitten you are." He huskily whispered, his tongue licked the shell of your ear, you tightly shut your eyes, cheeks burning crimson whilst you squirm and whimper pathetically underneath Ritsu's possessive hold

"You're so cute when you squirm, ehe. if you continue to be this adorable I might won't hold myself back from devouring you~" The raven head tease, showering your exposed neck with airy kisses until your body slowly went numb to the continuously ecstasy that your body have been experiencing, Ritsu chuckled ominously.

"R-Ritsu.."

Ritsu tilted his head and dipped back down to the crook of your neck, once again tingling your exposed skin with his hot breath.

Pointing his tongue out, Ritsu licked you starting from the collarbone then dragging the wetness up to your throat then began commencing to sucking the spot of your burning skin. aiming to leave a mark, eliciting several small moans from you.

Ritsu regarded the hickey on your throat as he leaned back to thoroughly examine his masterwork once he had been content.

His smirk broadened as lust filled his features, making you quiver under the hungry, penetrating stare he was giving you.

"As your gallant Knight, allow me to spoil you tonight in this very day, so you best behave yourself, kay?" he expressed, his tongue flick across his lips.

Before you had a chance to start speaking, he caressed your cheeks gently and pulled you in for a passionate kiss. Ritsu sighed with pleasure as your lips melted into his.

He's been waiting for this exact opportunity to come along so that he could have you all all to himself and devour to his heart's content. If only your foolish best friend wasn't getting his way, he would have carried out this activity last week.

Ritsu panted heavily, dark red enveloping his face. Ritsu withdrew his lips from you, already missing the sensation of your lips clamping against his. A thin trail of saliza seeped from your parted lips.

For a brief period, a sly chuckle emerged from his throat something which threw you off guard in a fleeting moment.

Ritsu lowered his face to your chest whilst sustaining the intense eye contact with you, lust swirled to his red irises, he was then quick to attach his lips against your exposed skin.

"You won't be allowed to leave until I tell you, kay? fufufu~ I'll be having heaps of fun marking every inch of your skin, I will make sure no skin of yours would be left unmark, shall we get started?~"

"W-what?!..Y-You can't do that Ritsu! How am I able to cover it all up?!"

"Hm? But didn't you ask for this? Now you better behave yourself, [N/N]-chan. Unless~ you wanted to get punished..~"

✁ Izumi Sena

"[Name] how many times do I have to repeat myself?! Put your dishes on the sink and wash it! How troublesome, seriously. How would even survive without me being by your side?!" Izumi barks out, chastening you as he placed the last one clean plate on the drawer before turning back to face you.

As soon as he realized that you were not taking his reprimand seriously, his countenance grew infuriated.

You murmured, never tearing your eyes off the device in your hand: "Ah, Huh? Mhm, yes I am listening." A irk mark popped out from his forehead, his eyebrow jerking up several time.

Since the Izumi didn't have enough patience to bear with your lethargic ass, this one really irritated him to the hilt.

Izumi ambled over to you and promptly plucked the phone from your grasp.

"Wha?! Hey! Give that back, I was playing...!!"

Izumi merely puffed infuriatedly "You are not getting this back, until you stop taking my words lightly." He spoke, using his commanding tone at you, whilst proceeding to chastise you about dumping your dishes in the sink in the background.

You were silently contemplating about how you'd escape this situation because it is pretty apparent that you do not wish to remain seated here when Izumi is ranting at you.

Then a bright idea popped out from your mind.

"All I am asking place the dishes on the sink, if you are too lazy cleaning your own plates, At least the thing you could do is put it on the sink. Not in some random places- Ugh, Are you even listening?"

As Izumi was about to give you one more chastening, he halted. His cheeks became flushed on both sides.

"O-Oi! Stop flashing at me every time to get yourself out of t-trouble..!!" Sena cursed to himself for stuttering, you innocently smiled at him and slightly cocked your head to the side

"Oh whatever do you mean, Izzun-chan~" You hummed and continued to undress yourself "Its hot here yanno~ can't a lady cool herself?"

"Y-You..." He growled, glowering at you.

Once your blouse plopped itself on the ground, the next thing you knew is being shoved on the marble counter by Izumi as he placed both of your legs on his sides.

"E-Eh...??" You blinked dumbfoundedly.

"You really just know what to push the right button do you? tch, how annoying~" He clicked his tongue.

You furiously blushed when the silver head brought your thigh up towards his lips and gave it slowly stripe lick and then gently begun nipping it leaving a visible mark

"I-Izumi?!"

Izumi hovered your small quivering body, a satisfied smirk crept to his face at your nervous and embarrassed you were making with bright blush decorating your cheeks

"Don't you look so appetizing right now?" He snickered, his slender hands gliding up to your thigh and halted on your stomach

"Look at you~ Sprawled right in front of me so adorably, you are asking to be punished don't you? Aren't you just the cutest?" He cooed, Lowering his head closer to you stomach, he softly pressed a kiss, rewarding him a tiny breathy moan from you.

Giving your skin a kitten lick, he straightened himself up. you squirmed beneath him from the look he was giving you, as if he was undressing you. the look on his eyes have the similarity eyeing his predator, he licked his upper lip.

"I gotta say, you have some nerves undressing yourself in front of me in the middle of my lecture. Not that I mind, seeing you all flustered and squirming beneath me is worth it."

His lips touched your inner thigh "But look at you right, facing the consequences and you could barely even handle it." You bit your lips, suppressing the embarrasing sounds trying to slip off as Izumi continued abusing your thigh with hickeys.

"Be a good puppy and stay still, you aren't going any where until I am done with you, okay?~"

#ensemble stars x reader #enstars imagines #ensemble stars imagines #ensemble stars x you #ensemble stars x y/n #izumi sena #sena izumi #izumi sena x reader #knights #ensemble stars #enstars #ritsu enstars #ritsu sakuma #sakuma ritsu #ritsu x reader #ritsu sakuma x reader #reader insert

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orenjae · 2 years ago

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𝙼𝙸𝚇𝚃𝙰𝙿𝙴𝚂 | 𝙹𝙰𝙴𝙷𝚈𝚄𝙽 (𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚃)

PAIRING: jaehyun x reader GENRE: fluff, romance, mutual pining WC: 3,054 AUTHOR'S NOTE: finally got to rewrite this first oneshot i made back in 2020 and post it here. took out and edited some parts from the original, though. hope u guys enjoy reading this as much as i did writing it.

“Are you really sure about this?”

I could feel Jisoo’s eyes on me, waiting for an answer. I looked back at her with a blank expression plastered on my face. The thing is, I’m still not sure about doing this confessing thing. It’s not that you get to do that every day. Besides, there are way too many things at stake that I am most certainly afraid to risk once I decide to cross over.

Jaehyun and I have been the best of friends. All over the years, we sure have been through a lot together and throughout those years, it’s hard to deny that he’s exactly the type of guy I’d fall for.

Well, what can I say? He’s everything a girl could ever ask for.

But then here goes the fear of ruining our friendship. Cliché as it sounds but it is what is. The what ifs of this being all just one-sided just won’t leave my mind and it’s bothering the hell out of me.

“I don’t know, unnie. It’s just—”

I could only let out a sigh. Everything’s just so complicated when you fall in love with your best friend. Now you have to be stuck on a situation where you don’t have any idea what to do—whether you tell him what you really feel or pretend you don’t feel it and just move on.

“I get it. You’re scared,” Jisoo said, reaching for both of my hands. “But I want you to do what exactly your heart says. If it wants you to follow him back to Seoul, don’t waste another minute sitting in front of me. Time is running, Y/N!”

Always being the impulsive one, Jisoo helped me with everything. From booking the earliest flight I could get to packing my stuff. They weren’t all easy but I could see how supportive she was with this whole love dilemma I’m currently in.

The truth is, I just want to let these feelings out. I feel like I should tell him, that he deserves to know somehow. I’m tired of fighting with my inner self that I should forget about it and move on because let’s face it, my feelings for him just keeps on getting intense each day that passes.

“Thank you so much, unnie.” I told Jisoo, giving her a side hug before putting on my coat—getting ready to leave.

“Aish, this girl,” she muttered under her breath. “Make sure the next time I’ll see you, you’re somebody’s girlfriend!”

We both laughed.

Flying back to Seoul excites me yet makes me feel anxious of how things would turn out. The thought of confessing still bothers the hell out of me and it’s starting to annoy me. The moment it was announced that the plane is about to touch down, I could already feel my stomach churning.

As soon as I stepped out of the plane, I immediately fished out my phone from my pocket and dialed Jisoo’s number.

“Heavens, Park Y/N!” she groaned. “What is it that you’re calling at this ungodly hour?”

I panicked and checked the time on my smartwatch. I completely forgot the time!

“I’m sorry!” I quickly replied, “I was so anxious the whole time that I forgot it’s 2 in the morning there!”

I could hear Jisoo sighing after she yawned, “Don’t worry about it, pabo. How was your flight, by the way? Make sure he’s gonna pick you up, alright? Wait—does he even know you’re coming??”

It was now her turn to panic. Her gruff voice turning into a raucous one made me laugh a bit.

“Yeah,” I nodded as if she could see me doing that. “I actually sent him a message before I boarded the plane.”

“Mhm, I see…” she mumbled, making me conclude that she’s talking to me with her eyes close at the moment. “Are you going to tell him right away or?”

“I don’t think now’s the right time, unnie,” I answered. “He’s going to pick me up with his sister, that’s why.”

It’s one of the things that excites me, honestly. Seeing Jaekyung again for the first time in years really helped to divert me from feeling anxious. I honestly have no idea how long has it been since the last time I saw her, making me miss her a lot.

If only she agreed to move with her brother in the US. The thought of having her around today would really help to keep me away from my thoughts. Jaehyun knows that I’m only here for a vacation—which is in fact, a lie. Of course, I have to make an excuse but the truth is, I’m actually thinking of staying here for good.

As soon as Jisoo dropped the call, my phone beeped. Upon checking it, there was a new message from Jaehyun.

new message: 재현 we’re already at the gate. are you here already?

My stomach began to churn again. Just like that, the sudden wave of anxiety engulfed my whole being as soon as I read his message. I could already feel my hands starting to sweat. I was so about to reply to his text but then my eyes caught him.

This guy is literally a head turner.

See how easy you can find Jung Jaehyun in the sea of people? That face. That same face that haunts me every night.

“You’re here!” he exclaimed

Jaehyun instantly threw his arms around me, giving me a big hug as soon as I stood before his eyes.

“Omo, Jaekyung!” I immediately diverted my attention to his sister, Jaekyung, giving her a hug and gently patted the top of her head like I would always do when she was still younger.

She totally grew more beautiful than the last time we saw each other!

“I missed you so much!” I said, still can’t believe how much she’s changed over the years. “You’ve gotten a lot prettier!”

Jaekyung’s cheeks instantly turned slightly red upon hearing my words. She reminds me so much of her brother. I always find it cute how noticeable it is when their cheeks turn red.

“Thank you, unnie,” she shyly said. “You look very pretty yourself too.”

After the mini reunion we had at the airport, I asked if we could hang out for a while at the coffee shop which I always loved going to before I moved to America.

“Is it still there?” I asked, worried that over the years, it won’t be there anymore.

“Your favorite café? Of course!” Jaehyun replied, giving me a comforting smile. “It was the first place I went to when I got back here. Still that place reminds me of you, though.”

There was no way I could hide my smile when I heard those words from him. He could very much attest to how much time I spent in that place during our college days. That café holds a lot of memories—honestly the exact place where I finally realized that I have fallen in love with him.

I could remember that one time we were here, studying for our upcoming exams. I was so engrossed reading my handouts, highlighting important terms and definitions from time to time when Jaehyun suddenly spoke, breaking the silence between us,

“I realized just now,” he spoke in his usual low voice making my brows furrow as our gazes met. “I think I know now why you love this place so much.”

Fixing my specs by scrunching my nose, I asked, “Why?”

Jaehyun flashed a dashing smile, licked his lips before speaking.

“Their playlist, isn’t it?” he guessed, still smiling at me as if he guessed right. “They’re exactly the songs you listen to.”

He got me, earning a chuckle from me. There is no way he knows nothing about me. Jaehyun literally knows everything about me that he even knows what kind of music I listen to. He just basically memorized everything that has to do with me. No wonder I love this guy…

Wait, what?

That was the exact moment I realized that I had fallen in love with him. The thought of it never fails to make my heart flutter whenever it crosses my mind.

“So…” I spoke all of a sudden, curiosity slowly eating me up. “Said you went there recently.”

Jaehyun nodded his head, eyes still fixated on the road ahead of us. He looks so cool, though. Or should I say hot? Goodness, what am I even thinking? I can’t seem to pull myself together!

“I missed you so I went there,” he began to say. “Thought it was a good idea but then it just made me miss you more.”

My eyes immediately landed on him. I was actually expecting that he’d be joking but I couldn’t see any mischief in his expression as I scanned his side profile. Wait, was he serious about that? Did he really…

“Quit playing games with me, Jung Jaehyun,” I let out a chuckle, trying to ease the tension I’m feeling inside. “Months ago, you told me you’re sick at seeing this face?”

Jaehyun let out a small laugh, “Did I say that?”

“Yes, you did, stupid!”

“What can I say? I’m not used to being away from you,” he says, still driving. “But I really missed you, Y/N.”

If only he knew how being away from him almost drove me crazy. The two of us have always been inseparable. We may joke about seeing each other’s faces makes us sick, but really, we both know how we’d miss each other when we’re apart for a long time.

Hearing him say he missed me made my heart skip a beat. It has always been like this whenever he does things or even just say anything. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it.

“I missed you more…” I muttered under my breath, coming out as almost a whisper.

Jaehyun chuckled, “I heard that.”

We took a bit longer than the usual because of the heavy traffic. The moment we got into the café, he volunteered to order for the three of us.

“I’ll just have an iced vanilla latte!” Jaekyung replied when asked what she’s getting.

Jaehyun’s eyes shifted on me with a knowing smile before asking, “The usual?”

My lips formed into a smile as I nodded.

“The usual.”

And indeed, he really knew that usual.

“Iced cafe latte with two packets of brown sugar,” he says, handing me the cup of coffee. “Here ya go!”

“So unnie, are you here for vacation or we can change your mind into staying for good?” Jaekyung mischievously smiled when she asked in the middle of the chat.

The question alone caught Jaehyun’s attention. He has no idea that there’s no need for them to change my mind because I really tend to stay here now for good.

“You’re still going to Boston, right?” he asked, his innocent eyes darting towards me as I sipped on my coffee.

I gave him a cheeky smile and shook my head as answer. His eyes widened a bit upon hearing my response before his lips formed into a smile, looking away. Is he?

“Why are you blushing, oppa?” Jaekyung asked, letting out a small laugh when she noticed.

“I’m not?” Jaehyun protested, avoiding my gaze. His cheeks were undeniably rosy pink in color and also, his ears weren’t really cooperative. They were turning red too. I shyly looked away, hiding my smile.

The three of us were busy chatting when Jaekyung’s phone suddenly rang. She excused herself to pick up the call and when she got back, she immediately told us that she had an urgent matter to attend to. As for the both of us, Jaehyun and I decided to stay to catch up some more.

“I’m glad you decided to stay for good?”

“You are?” I sarcastically replied, letting out a chuckle.

“What changed your mind, by the way?” he asked the moment he composed himself, making me look back at him.

I was dying to say you.

Jaehyun will always be a one decision away from a different life.

I’m actually not sure what to say. I’m afraid that if I tell him the real reason why I chose to stay, it would make things awkward… or not? I don’t know if it’s just me or what.

All of a sudden, LANY’s ilysb started to play on the radio and I noticed how Jaehyun’s lips slowly formed into a smirk.

“Yah,” I called, causing him to look at me with that smirk still on his face. “Is there something wrong?”

He shook his head.

“I’m just really glad that you’re hear now,” he says, leaning closer to meet my gaze. “I actually can’t believe waking up to your message saying you’re on your way.”

“Y-Yah…”

All of the a sudden, the atmosphere turned a bit more… serious, I should say? While it makes my heart flutter, hearing those words from him, I can’t help but be slightly bothered by the way he’s acting. His ears were getting red even.

“Y/N-ah.”

There is really just something with the way my name sounded when it slipped from his lips. It wasn’t just like how he used to call. I don’t know if it’s just me or there is really something going on.

“The thing is…” he spoke again, struggling to find the right words to say.

Wait, did he just blush? He was quick to look away before letting out a deep sigh. Jaehyun scratched the back of his head before deciding to look back at me.

“Can I say something?” I interrupted.

When he slightly nodded his head, I took it as a cue to ask him.

“Are you okay?”

He shook his head and closed his eyes for a second or two before looking at me directly, “Why is it every time you’re near, it’s getting harder for me to breathe?”

His words struck me, making my heart beat faster than its usual pace. Am I hearing it right? There’s no way—

“What do you mean?” I asked, obviously confused and trying to get my shit together. “Yah, Jung Jaehyun, you don’t even have an asth—”

I wasn’t able to finish whatever I’m saying. He fished something out of his pocket and placed something on the table, giving it to me.

It was a mixtape.

I stared it with confusion in my eyes.

“I know you don’t just listen to songs, Y/N,” he began to say. “I know you speak through your favorite songs’ lyrics. I didn’t know how to say it or if there’s even a perfect way to let you know. So instead, I made you a mixtape of the songs that clearly tells you how I really feel about you.”

I sat there frozen, eyes not leaving me. Did he just make a mixtape… for me? Songs that tell me how he really feels about me? I still can’t get a hold of the things that are happening right now. Did he really just make a mixtape when all those other guys can simply make a playlist on Spotify? A for effort, I should say!

“Now that you’re here, I just can’t sit and waste my time.”

“Jung Jaehyun, what is all of this?”

His lips formed into a smile, a shy one. And heaven knows how much that smile melted me. Is he going to?

“I’ve been in love with you since god knows.”

There are a lot of things going on inside my head. First, the things I want to say which are way too many that I don’t even know which of them should I say first. Second, I’m the one who’s supposed to do all this confessing thing and not him! Everything is happening all at once and it’s getting hard for me to process all of them.

“D-Did you just tell me you love me?” I unknowingly said, really can’t get a hold of it.

His face, full of hope, seemed to fade when he heard me ask that. Oh no, no! He must’ve taken the wrong idea! Why are my palms even sweating, shit!

“It’s okay,” he says with a hint of sadness in his voice. “I just actually want to let you know.:

“Jaehyun-ah.”

I could see on his face how it terrified him. Sadness was vivid on his face when he heard my reaction and I admit that it might not be the best reaction I could give but I just can’t believe that he confessed right here, right now before I could even do so!

“Really, you don’t—”

“What if I say that I love you too?”

It was his turn now to freeze on his seat. I could see that and it almost made me laugh at his reaction. But when he finally realized what I just told him, his cute dimples finally showed as he smiled with his eyes twinkling with happiness. I felt like he wanted to shout but stopped himself from doing so.

“Do you really?” he asked, still in the state of shock and disbelief.

I gave him a reassuring smile before nodding.

“I actually flew back here to tell you that but you went on to me first!” I told him how Jisoo pushed me to confess making me realize that no matter how scary it may seem, if it’s him we’re talking about, then it’s worth the risk.

“So does that mean…”

“Mean what?”

“We’re together now?” he raised a brow at me, giving me a boyish smile.

I took the mixtape and gave it a look. There’s his handwriting which writes “To Y/N ♥”, making me laugh a bit.

“I never knew you could be this cheesy, huh?” I teased, earning blushing Jaehyun in front of me. Giggling, I shoved the mixtape in my purse. “I’ll make sure to listen to this when I get home so I’d know everything you want to tell me.”

“You didn’t answer my question, missy.”

Jaehyun’s face made me laugh again. He really looks cute when he’s slightly upset. I leaned onto him and give him a kiss on the cheek. A smirk instantly appeared on his face.

This guy, really.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

#nct 127 #nct127 #jaehyun #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun imagines #nct x reader #nct 127 x reader #orenjae #jaehyun oneshot #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun x y/n #jaehyun x oc #jaehyun x you #os

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hauntingcryptids · 2 years ago

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Quarantine Breakdown

Dhawan!Master x Reader

Summary - The reader is stuck on Earth because of the covid-19 pandemic when The Master drops by.

Based On This Request -

Warnings - mentions of anxiety, depression, and a breakdown, references to The Master’s trauma from being stuck on Earth for 77 years

Word Count - 2348

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested on my old Tumblr account. I wrote and posted it in 2020. I just wanted to repost it on my new account. I hope you enjoy this!

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There was a random knock on your door, jarring you away from your reading. You were too confused to act at first, you hadn’t ordered anything online, and you hadn’t even ordered takeout. There was no reason for there to be a knock at your door today. You found your bookmark, but not as fast as you would have hoped. The bookmark, having fallen and cocooned itself within the blanket strewn across your lap, made itself very hard to find. The knocking increased rapidly as you finally escaped your soft prison. You haphazardly placed the book on the nearby coffee table, which was riddled with random objects and dishware because of your lack of cleaning your apartment recently.

You stumbled to the door; legs sore from sitting for so long. You rifled a hand through your still slightly damp hair as you opened the door quickly, having grown annoyed by the knocking that seemed to grow in volume and in pace. Whoever was on the other side of your front door seemed to be in an impatient mood. Your eyes went wide with shock when the identity of the annoying knocking person was revealed.

“What are you doing here, Master?” Your tone was confused, and a bit angry, he had been unusually quiet for months, ceasing all calls and texts and especially visits. You assumed that he got into trouble with some alien government he tried to scam once in the past or he was aware of the current pandemic and just wanted to avoid the whole debacle, or, even more likely, both options simultaneously. No matter what his reasoning for not communicating for so long, it still stung for him to abandon you so abruptly and coldly.

“What?! Y/n, I thought that you would be happy to see me! I’m sorry for not talking to you for a week,” your mouth fell open in shock, which he didn’t notice due to his rambling and his dramatic hand movements, “but I’ve been busy, scheming, planning, overthrowing planets … did you change your hair …” He finally noticed something, at least. He seemed unaware of the fact that his week of adventures had been four months of quarantine for you, but at least he noticed was something. You allowed him into your living room, hoping that he would close the door behind him as you picked up and organised some stacks of books, random discarded hoodies and old takeout menus that might become useful if The Master were to spend the night.

“Oh, yeah, I might have had a breakdown a couple of weeks ago and just made an impulsive decision. Said decision being based on a couple of months of questioning if I would look good with a different hairstyle…,” you looked at him in the middle of tidying up to see The Master now shocked. You imagined that your face and demeanour mirrored his current appearance when you opened the door, which might have explained his smirk then. The look of being verbally or situationally lost and left to pick up the pieces was funny to witness, and confusion and shock looked very cute on his face, making this situation bearable.

“Do you like it?!” You questioned to draw him out of his running mind.

The Master stuttered a bit, looking anywhere but your face, “Y-yes, I like it. You look … nice.” He stroked his eyebrow with his finger before helping you move some books from the coffee table, he still did not understand exactly what situation he left you in. With the general area around the coffee table and couch relatively clear, you offered him a seat while you went to go make some tea for the two of you.

He didn’t take you up on that offer, however. He merely followed you into the kitchen silently, resolving to lean against the counter and stare at you as you worked. He was still confused, but his shock mellowed a bit. You were always a mystery to him. You were a strange little Human that made him feel things. Things that were meant to be an impossibility for him to feel. Now he had to work out the mystery of what had occurred in your life since he dropped you off at your flat. And given the fact that he was already agonising over the mystery of how you had so much power over him, he preferred not to overwork himself.

“How long have I been gone, for you?” You looked at him in the middle of a journey to retrieve a jug of milk. His face was calm, but his eyes were large and sad, searching every part of your body, excruciatingly trying to find any differences in you or your personality other than your new haircut. He feared that you might have done more to yourself during your self-described breakdown.

“Almost five months. You dropped me off right before the quarantine was enacted.” you handed him a purple mug you had bought for him, but he insisted that you keep it at your flat in case he threw it during one of his infamous fits of rage. He thanked you for the tea and acknowledged the time apart but questioned the quarantine. Five months wasn’t awful by his standards, maybe to yours, but you were Human. He knew, however, how much trauma and tragedy can make a short time feel like forever and make a person desperate for the agony to be over.

“You know, the covid-19 crisis. The crisis reaching pandemic levels that certain world leaders are trying to ignore until it goes away. You know ... that quarantine.” You tried to joke, both to cheer yourself up from the past five months of boredom and fear and as an attempt to get The Master to smile. He did not smile, unfortunately, he kept staring at you, eyes searching for any pain in your words and actions.

He placed his mug down on the kitchen counter, then softly removed your mug from your hands and placed it on the counter in order to join his own. He turned back to you, stepping closer, ghosting his fingers over your own. He was secretly asking your permission to hold your hands. Which you accepted, interlocking your fingers together.

“I’m sorry.” He spoke so softly that it alarmed you. He had only spoken with you this softly one moment before, after being trapped on Earth for 77 years. He brought your interlocked fingers up to his lips to kiss your knuckles.

“I did not mean to be away for so long. I wouldn't have even left you if I knew you would be forced to be on Earth alone. Especially for nearly five months!” You removed his hand from yours, his eyes shone with hurt at the loss of contact until he realised that you were trying to readjust the two of you into a hug. The Master clung to you, resting his head in the crook of your neck. He would occasionally kiss and nip at your soft skin, but go back to breathing in your scent, grounding himself in your comforting presence. He hated being alone without you. You hated being alone without him. Neither of you spoke about this, but you both knew of the other's feelings.

“You would tell me if you were hurting right?” He hugged you slightly tighter, causing the buttons of his waistcoat to dig into your stomach.

“Of course, why?” He could tell that you weren’t lying, and he smiled at your loyalty but brought himself back to what you had mentioned.

“You said that you had a breakdown.”

“Well, I did message you. You didn’t answer, but I guess that has to do with a weird time thing.” He shook his head in disbelief at your Human memory.

“Yes, weird time thing, thank you for using the technical term I taught you. My phone will adjust to the correct time, eventually.” As soon as he said that, almost like magic, his phone went off with a series of dings and vibrations.

“Why isn’t it automatic? Like when you go to a different time zone?” The Master looked you in the eye, and you knew what he was going to say.

“Weird time thing.” The two of you simultaneously spoke. The Master began to scroll through the barrage of old messages that finally appeared, growing more and more disgruntled and worried with each new message. His forehead creased and his brows furrowed, his mouth was set in a permanent frown. Upon reading one message, he drew his lip into his mouth and bit it anxiously, something you had never seen him do. Maybe it was a habit he picked up from watching you do it so many times. But he quickly returned to his seriously stern expression when he realised you were watching him.

You were tired of this, and you didn’t want to see his reactions to the voicemails you left him, which were even more anxiety-ridden and depressed in nature. You tore the phone from his grip and pocketed it. Before he could complain, you enveloped him in another hug.

“I’m fine now, Master. You’re here. Please stop worrying about me.” He reciprocated the hug, cradling your head in his shaking, worry-caused, hand.

“I will never stop worrying about you -” You cut him off, guessing what he was going to say.

“Yes, because I am a pathetic little Human. I'm from too fragile of a species to actually take care of myself properly. Blah. Blah. Blah. I heard this speech five months ago!” You chuckled into his neck, which he loved the feeling of, but he corrected you.

“Actually, I was going to say that I will never stop worrying about you because I care about you.” You tried to look at his face, but The Master’s tight grip on you kept you pressed against him.

The two of you never talked about your feelings toward each other, but both of you knew that feelings were present. You would both hold each other for long periods of time, like this one. You would kiss each other on the cheek, forehead, hands, neck, basically anywhere except for each other’s mouths because that might have been too intimate in the past. The two of you would even jokingly call out to each other with the moniker ‘my loving spouse’. The two of you would also occasionally say that you loved each other, but always in tones of jest to try and mask the truth and weight of the words. Maybe the wall you both put up was finally breaking down.

Out of nowhere, The Master shot backwards from the hug, placing his hands on your forearms to keep you in place, as he cracked a cheeky smile.

“Idea! Do you want to get off of this miserable planet and go on an adventure?” You breathed a sigh of relief, desperate to do something off of the planet Earth and to get out of the emotional state that you have been in recently.

“Absolutely! An adventure anywhere sounds fantastic!” His smile grew even wider at your response. He rolled his shoulders back in confidence, grabbing you by the neck and giving you a kiss on the forehead before running to your door and, subsequently, his TARDIS, pulling you in tow. He bounded inside, leaving you to close the door of the TARDIS, as you had left him in a similar state earlier. However, The Master’s excited attitude crumbled as a loud beeping began emitting from the console.

“What is that noise?” You questioned by his side, trying to understand the Gallifreyian writing flashing on the console screen.

“It’s an alarm.” He grumbled, he leaned his hands on the console, his head falling down between his shoulders.

“Yeah, I can see that, but what's alarming you about what? What’s wrong?”

“Oh nothing,” he said sarcastically, raising his head and talking with his hands dramatically, “Just an alarm informing us that no individuals can leave the planet Earth or this period in time for the foreseeable future until the virus dies down!” He walked over and slumped down onto a nearby sofa, his head falling in his hands. You walked over to sit beside him, wrapping an arm around his back to massage his shoulders and leaning your head against his.

“I know how much you hate Earth, Master, especially being stuck on it, but at least you won’t be alone. You have me this time.” He looked up at you, eyes holding back tears. He really didn’t want to have to do this all over again.

“I love you, Y/N.” This was his way of thanking you for being beside him when no one has ever done that before, and also his promise to not leave you alone like he just accidentally had. It might have been accidental, but he still felt guilty. A tear fell from his beautiful and inviting eyes. You reached up to wipe it away.

“I love you, too, Master.” This was you making the same promise to stay by his side and the same declaration of appreciation for his willingness to stay with you. You took the opportunity of this soft moment to place an impulsive kiss on his lips like you always wanted to. It was just a peck, though, but The Master deepened the kiss in a fervour. He passionately held your face in his hands and caressed your cheekbones with all of the pent of love for you he has trying to suppress since he met you. The two of you broke apart, eventually, both breathless with bruised lips.

You and The Master ended up holding each other until you both fell asleep, there on the TARDIS console room sofa, blissfully unprepared for what your future would throw at you but determined that the two of you would make it through. As long as you each had each other, you and The Master would make it out together. No matter what.

#ghost's posts #my writing #fanfiction #anon #requested #x reader #doctor who #doctor who x reader #the master #the master x reader #dhawan!master #dhawan!master x reader #reuploads from my old tumblr account

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lollytea · 3 years ago

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hi omg i just wanted to say i read sunshine in your smile the other night and thought it was amazing! your characterization takes such an in depth look at what drives each character and i just loved how much attention you paid to small details like those, especially with the big argument in chapter 5. your interpretation of hunter and willow has honestly been some of the best/my favorite from all the toh fics ive read, and it just has such a unique quality to it that im still thinking about days later. plus, how the huntlow was sort of evident and there the entire time, the story itself focused a bit more on them caring for and learning about each other as both friends and people without needing to lean on the romance to carry the plot? it was SO good and well handled UGHHH because your tags were right!!! two kids who see themselves in each other and form a strong emotional connection.. its such a good premise it was such a good study. sry this is long haha just wanted to say i read ur fic and loved it, youre a really good writer and i hope to see more from you in the future!! have a nice night :~)

AAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! This means SO MUCH to me, you don't understand!!! Thank you thank you thank you!! Thank you for feeling like you should tell me this cuz it makes my day so much better!! I WILL cry, I will do it, I'll do it right now

And I'm so so SO happy that you enjoyed the emphasis on their relationship outside of the romantic element because that was really what the fic was all about. It was a direct response to all the people saying huntlow would "ruin" Hunter's character and it was just some hollow "painfully hetero" ship that existed for the sake of cliche shipping. I was trying to show the potential of just what it could actually be. Something that pays respect to both Hunter and Willow as people, as well as being a love letter to both of their characters. And how those personalities really catch fire when they have each other to bounce off of.

Like he had a crush on her from the first chapter but it wasn't supposed to make you think "oh yes he is in love with her. He is her soulmate. They are meant to be together." It was supposed to make you think "Aww this dummy got a crush on a girl after knowing her for a literal day for simple silly reasons because he is sixteen and sixteen year olds are just Like That sometimes." Their mutual crushes are supposed to demonstrate how despite Willow's wisdom and maturity and Hunter's militant personality they're both still kids and are fully capable of being childish and impulsive, without mocking either them for feeling that way. Like at this stage they really don't know each other well at all. But they would really like to.

The crushes clearly grow as the fic goes on as they become more familiar and now the infatuation actually has a stronger foundation. But in the end, it's still shown to be a sweet innocent juvenile thing, not like straight up burning true love or whatever. Willow doesn't give him a flower that means undying devotion or everlasting love or anything like that. It is simple as "I think happiness suits you. Your smile is very pretty." Meanwhile the bond they begin to develop as friends and mirror images of each other is the main character study at play here. It is not so easily slotted into a box of romantic or platonic, its just this indescribable kind of thing. The fic doesn't end with a kiss or a sudden realization of feelings, but rather with them having formed this connection, gaining some perspective of each other and themselves. And sometimes, depending on how the story as a whole is handled, an ending like that can be satisfying enough.

I had a post in my drafts about it but I never posted it cuz I felt I was getting annoying constantly talking about my own fic. But here's some tags on it where I ramble about the angle I was trying to take with it.

#huntlow #this is one of the best asks i have gotten in my entire life #thank you so much for GETTING IT #getting what i was going for

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under-the-cherrytree · 3 years ago

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Hello!! I would like to request Hanako , Kou , and Tsukasa who have a s/o that has adhd. You can skip this one if you would like!

Hanako, Kou, and Tsukasa with a s/o who has adhd❣︎

Warning: none!

A/n: Hello anon!!<33

I will never skip one!! not a one- unless it doesnt go with my rules-

I had @mayttesworld help me write this since they have adhd themselves so thank you for your help!!

Since I am also working on something for Christmas, this was really helpful so i could actually post something soon-

This isn't exactly like my normal writing but I'm not angry with it at all!

Like always, I hope you enjoy and have a great day or night!!

You were sitting in the school chair, everyone was thinking you were fine, they didn't even care actually- Maybe the teacher was a little stressed, you weren't paying attention in class. You weren't disturbing, so he decided to leave it alone. If they only knew what you're feeling... It's so horrible even you can't explain.

‘I want to get out of here’ ‘(school subject you hate) makes me nervous’ ‘What a pain in my stomach, I want to get out of here, why the teacher won't let me go!’ ‘I want to punch this table! hate this school! i want to cry..let me get out of here please...!’

Thoughts filled your head as you ignored everything that was happening around you. “Are you okay?” The voice takes you out of your thoughts as you turn to it. You see Hanako with a worried face on your side. ‘I couldn't keep the tears in my eyes, it hurt so much for me, he would never understand’ You thought as you looked the other way. “Ask the teacher to let you out of here... You don't look well!” He said, poking your arm. “I KNOW!” Without realizing it, you raised your voice in your class. You feel an instant regret

“Oh! I'm- i'm sorry.. ah” You spoke, feeling yourself sweet nervously. You feel awful, you can't speak because you knew you're going to cry if you open your mouth again. However, this only annoyed the teacher. “Y/n L/n! Don't yell in the middle of my class. Your classmates are quietly paying attention in class, if you don't want to study don't bother us.” He spoke coldly to you. “BUT-” And again, your impulsiveness almost made you scream at your teachers lies. You could hear every noise your class was making before. Maybe that's what made you lose attention? So it wouldn't be your fault, right? “No buts Y/n! Sit down and be quiet!” He now shouted at you. “Okay...” You said, embarrassed you made a scene in front of your classmates and Hanako. Hanako was watching this, a little worried and surprised, he didn't know what to do. Tsuchigomori told him before that you were struggling in class, especially in this subject. He would feel guilty if your grade dropped anymore but you look so sad and angry, he had to do something. Poor Hanako, he should have studied more about having a s/o who isn't a random hottie in a magazine. He's not used to real people- “I'm sorry Hanako..” You said with tears in your eyes, whispering for his forgiveness. Hanako hated to see you crying so he quickly comforted you. “Oh, my baby... what’s wrong..?” he asked in a calm voice, moving from your side to look at your face. “Hanako, I didn't want to yell at you... But I was mad.. sorry” “Your screams don't scare me, silly! But why were you mad?” “Because people in my classroom are very noisy... you can not see? I can't study because of them..!” You grew a bit irritated again which Hanako noticed. “Oh no, but sweetie, every classroom is like this... You shouldn't be so distracted..” He placed a hand on your shoulder. “You're just like everyone else, that's why I don't like to tell people about it...I don't want to study here anymore..” You looked down, more tears filling in your eyes.

‘I knew he wouldn't understand’ You thought, not even looking up at him. “Don't say this! If you leave school, I will be sad.. Imagine! I can no longer hear your footsteps going to the bathroom and then come in and say ‘Oh Hanako the love of my life, my prince charming, Mi amor, oh come into my arms and let's hold each other until the day is over!" Hanako said, looking at you with a cheeky grin. Giggling, your anger begins to fade, but the sadness still remains. The hyperactivity was making you tap your fingers on the table IIt's so desperate not to be able to move after spending hours in this chair’ You thought, your smile fading a bit. Hanako laughed with you, but it was obvious that you are still sad. In an attempt of comfort, he started to pat your head affectionately, but he noticed that your fingers kept tap the table “Y/n... Why don't you hold my hand?” He asked with a smile on his face “Okay...” You responded, reaching your hand out to him. Now, holding Hanako's hand, and receiving affection, you felt a little more comfortable

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After class, Hanako took you to his bathroom to ask about the situation, worried for you. After a while you talked to him about it wanting to vent to someone. Hanako understood the situation, understanding you might have adhd, he took matters into his own hands and talked to Tsuchigomori.

Tsuchigomori heard Hanako out but told him he was not your teacher so he couldn’t do much about the situation. Hanako didn't take that as a answer. After a week of persistence, he forced Tsuchigomori to talk to your teacher. “Okay so can they ask the teacher for something?” Hanako asks “Yes, you are allowed to have rest times from your classes, and we can make your school and home routine less rigid.. You just have to say whether you want to or not.” Tsuchigomori said, a bit upset he had to talk to your annoying teacher. ‘Hanako really pissed off Tsuchigomori so much to do some deep research?’ You though. “See Y/n, you are not alone, and you are supported!! I will be there in class with you just in case as well! There's nothing wrong with you and you are much smarter than you think, trust me!” Hanako hugged you tight, kissing your cheek.

The sun came in through your windows and laid on your eyes, causing them to open. You squirmed in bed until your eyes were completely open. You quickly jumped out of bed and grabbed your phone, looking at the time. 6:00 am, great! Today is Saturday and you didn’t need to worry, not now. While you were moving around a bit in bed to try to sleep again, you started to imagine what your date with Kou Minamoto would be like. You guys were scheduled to meet at 1:25pm so you were excited for it. You smiled to yourself as you started to drift off into sleep again, letting your dreams overtake you.

You soon heard your alarm go off, confused as why it woke you up, you checked it. When you looked at it, it was 12:30. ‘OH SHIT-’ You mentally shouted at yourslef. You were about to get up, but it felt like the bed was pulling you down. 'IS MY BED AN APPARITION OF PROCRASTINATION-?! Oh, its normal adhd... right' You thought as you just sat on your bed. ... And won't you get up? 'BUT OF COURSE, I WILL GET UP I HAVE A BOYFRIEND TO TAKE CARE OF' You jumped up from the bed, determination now running through your veins. After you got dressed and looked good for your boyfriend, you were ready to leave the house. You took your keys and ran out the door with a smile. You walked down the streets until you got to the entrance to the ice cream parlor, you saw your boyfriend. You were about to call for him but you had to admire his cuteness for a second.

‘So cute~!’ You thought to yourself, making your way over to him.

“Kou my beloved!!!” You shouted as you ran to him, jumping in his arms.

“Y/n...!” He blushed in shock but quickly giggled at your cute behavior, not caring you caused a scene “Y/n my beloved!” From the somewhat scene you guys caused people thought you were a cute couple as they tried not to stare. That's how you guys' act with each other, oh healthy relationship is so dreamy.

“Ah, you first!” Kou blushed as he opened the door open for you like a prince.

“Thank you, Kou!!” You smiled as you entered, Kou close behind you.

Entering the ice cream parlor, you and your boyfriend shared a Milk Shake together, how romantic! “You remember that you are going to call, right? You lost the bet yesterday” Kou said, taking a sip of your milk shake. You stayed silent, realizing you didnt have it.

“A-ah? Don't tell me you forgot your wallet at home...” Kou looked at you.

“no no... I’ll pay...” You sighed, knowing you forgot your wallet. You felt guilty, everything that involves your adhd makes you feel guilty, it's so stressful! Kou frowned, thinking about what to do. “Run on three, one...” He started to whisper to you, grabbing your hand.

“Wha-?” You looked at him a bit shocked.

“two... THREE!” Kou stood up and ran started running, behind you, you could hear the ice cream parlor attendants yelling for you two. “GET BACK HERE AND PAY WHAT YOU ATE YOU LITTLE-!” A guy shouted at you, about to chase after you when he was stopped by a elderly woman. "Oh kids these days, haha" She said, dragging the guy inside. “KoU MiNaMoTo whAt THE F-” You shouted in shock.

“Let's go Y/N! I thought you liked running!” He smiled back at you.

“wha...? OH YOU LITTLE SHI-” You stopped yourself before you could finish your sentence. You and he ran so hard, the wind hit your face with every step you took, it was so relaxing. Your shocked expression soon turned into a smile and happy one, admiring Kou.

‘I wish I could run aimlessly far away... Maybe I'll take the Kou with me’ Such a happiness! <3

You were in the broadcasting room with your boyfriend, Sakura, Mitsuba, and Natsuhiko. You here holding Tsukasa in your lap as he squeezed you close to him. You were fine until you felt your adhd acting up... ‘Oh no, adhd attacking again’ You though. “Tsukasa let me go, I want to move a little bit” You said, trying to push him off you.

“Oh darling! But I like being glued to you so muchhh!” He only squeezed you tighter. “Tsukasaaa..” You frowned, struggling to get out of his grasp. Sakura, worried about you, she decided to "talk" to Tsukasa. She came over you you two, tapping his shoulder as his attention turned from you and to Sakura. “Tsukasa, people with adhd don't like to stand still for a long time, why don't you walk with them-” Sakura was interrupted. “EHH?! ADHD? What is adhd?” He asked, confused. “They can't sit still for long and-” Before Sakura could actually finish, Tsukasa interrupted her again. “If my dear can't cuddle with me, I'll walk with them! Let's go Y/n!” He grabbed your hand and walked out the door with you. “Why i can never explain anything to this boy..” Sakura sighed as she grabbed her book and sat down. “It must be because they love each other so much, just like us-” Natsuhiko held her hand to kiss up but he was quickly slapped. “Shut up Natsuhiko.” Sakura watched as he fell off the chair next to her, annoyed with him. ‘Oh, another normal day, Tsukasa and Y/n being weird and Sakura attacking Natsuhiko...Today I'm much cutter than yesterday by the way. Ah, normal days <3′ Mitsuba has some weird thoughts, but that's not what we're talking about! Tsukasa without thinking twice, kept dragging you to the entire school doing various educational things to distract you “Okay so you enter the room and tell the teacher they are calling him, the rest leave with me!” Tsukasa said as he pushed you in. You nodded as you entered the room. There was only one window open, there you could see a Mokke with a candy. “Excuse me, professor! A student needs you in the library..” You say, still a bit confused. You watched as the teacher got up and walked into the library, closing the door behind him. It was a matter of seconds before you hear screams. “WHO IS SWITCHING OFF THE LIGHTS?!-THE CURTAIN IS MOVING! AAAAH!!” And there goes Tsukasa, causing terror in the students' lives in exchange for your smile! Isn't he sweet? You started laughing nervously, 50% funny and 50% worrying “And that's how you educate your servants! Hahaha!” Tsukasa said with a smile. It had been a long time since you were this happy during a "hyperactivity session" Tsukasa didn't think this was bad behavior, he loved to see you excited like this. And you two are going to let this be amazing memories! Would it be better to do this without psychologically/emotionally torturing people? Of course, it would be! But after so much you've been through, you deserve some fun! “Tsukasa, are we going to scare someone in the bathroom? Please!!” You pleaded, wanting more trouble. “Great idea darling! Let's wait for some dummy enter the bathroom!!” Leaning against a wall, looking innocent, you waited for someone to enter There, a girl walked in, you've heard rumors that she's rich! ‘Oh this is going to be fun!’ You thought

“Tsukasa, steal her lipstick and write it on the mirror!" You whispered to him, causing the girl to glare at you.

“Okay!” He approached the girl as you left the bathroom and closed the door. “AAAAAAAH, LET ME OUT! THIS IS NOT FUNNY!!!” she shouts frantically Minutes after a few laughs, you opened the door “Y/N!! IT WAS YOU?!” She instantly accused you.

“Oh my gosh! I heard you screaming and I wanted to help, what happened girl?!” deluded by your "innocence" “OH! It was horrible! The door closed by itself, and someone took my lipstick and wrote on the mirror "GIVE ME YOUR MONEY"!” Tears were in the corner of her eyes, wanting you to feel bad for her.

“Oh my gosh! Who would do that to you? How mean!” You spoke.

“I know right?!” After that you helped her to calm down and she soon left. Tsukasa came out and hugged you.

“She had the best reaction!!” He laughed.

“I agree, she sounded so scared!” You said, hugging him back. Tsukasa couldn’t help but blush and smile softly as you hugged him, happy that he has distracted you.

Your boyfriend is so smart, dont you think?

#tsukasa x reader #hanako x reader #kou x reader #tsukasa yugi #yugi tsukasa #hanako kun #kou minamoto #toilet bound hanako kun #toilet bound x reader #tbhk #tbhk x reader #tbhk anime #jshk #jshk x reader

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xnchxntmxnt · 4 years ago

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Hi! Thank you so much for doing the dialogue request (Bokuto, Noya and Kuroo)! It was AWESOME!!! It was nice reading it! Maybe I could request headcanons about Bokuto Kuroo and Terushima with male reader who's touch starved, wants to snuggle, be hugged, but he doesn't ask for it, because he doesn't want to be annoying, he's shy and he doesn't know if they like hugs and something like that? Thank you in advance!

HQ Boys With A Touch Starved Boyfriend

First time I saw this I was actually watching spirited away (BEST MOVIE EVER FKDHDJ THATS A WHOLE OTHER STORY THOUGH) and I wasn’t intently reading cause the movie had my attention. But I remember my first thought was “ooh terushima!!” And then “shit I don’t have a johzenji masterlist now what”. So when impulse hit to make a new aesthetic I made sure to add him 😊

Anyway yeah! Let me know what you think of the new aesthetic & I hope you enjoy!

also anon I would like to ask you to s t o p calling me out with this this may have been a request but it was 100% self indulgent. also second question would you like an emoji if you wanna keep asking stuff? Not that I mind either way

TW/CW: cursing, unedited (too tired) Reader info: he/him pronouns Characters: Bokuto Koutaro, Kuroo Tetsurou, Terushima Yuuji

Bokuto Koutaro

Bo would just

He would know

I know everyone writes him off as super himbo-y but I think he’s really emotionally intelligent even though hes not book smart

Despite his himbo-ness he would know you wanted a hug

This man is VERY touchy

He doesn’t want to push your boundaries at all but if you give the slightest notion that you want physical affection? He’s all over you

THIS MAN AND HIS QUESTIONS he is always asking if you're okay and you're sure it's alright because conSENT AND COMMUNICATION IS KEY AND HE RESPECTS THAT i love him

He’s very quick to just hug you but pull his face away and look you in the eye and just

“Is this okay? If it’s not please tell me. Please. I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.”

“Yes, kou.”

“Alright! You’re sure you're sure?”

“Yes, kou.”

“Yay! I like cuddling with my baby boy.”

“I know you do.”

“Especially when he doesn’t feel good. You gonna tell me why?”

“I didn’t wanna worry you, it’s alright, love.”

“Babyyyyyyyyy im gonna worry about you anyway, so you might as well tell me”

“It’s fine”

“You seem off. Am I hugging you too tight??”

“No” and you laugh and shake your head and kiss his cheek “i dunno im just not used to someone being really lovey-dovey and doting with me like you are.”

You could see the wheels turning in his head, but he didn’t say much

He just smiled and booped your nose with his nose and said “then i’ll be sure to be extra caring! If that’s what you want course i dont wanna make you uncomfortable--”

You can see the emo mode coming and you laugh as his hair starts drooping with his face. “You’re fine, babe. I’d love that.”

“Yay!!!!!! I love you!!!”

“I love you too Kou”

Protect him please i love him so much

Kuroo Tetsurou

Okay hear me out--maybe he’s y'know not a perv he just has a weird smile (we all know the one)

I don’t think he’s a huge flirt like everyone makes him out to be

Someone remind me to make a post about this in the future so I can talk about kuroo there not here

This is fluffy gay hours not me being mad about mischaracterization of a fictional character lol

So kuroo is,,,honestly he’s the least likely to be super touchy. Not because he doesn’t want to be but because he doesn't want to overstep his boundaries

Tbh he’s in the same boat he doesn’t know if you really like affection, especially physical affection

Touch starved kuroo angst? Yes please

So anyway

You guys are really reaaaaaaallyyyyyyy awkward about it for a long time because you don’t wanna overstep so your thinking too much and he doesnt wanna overstep so he’s thinking too much

All around there’s too much thinking not enough hugs & kisses yk

One day you step up a little and give him a hug when he gets to your house

A little longer than the average hug but you really needed a hug right now

He didn't mind, actually this man straight up melted in your arms he was so happy to be held and to be holding you

But he couldn't figure out how to verbalize that

And he was kinda shocked so that just made him seem tense

So unable to read his mind, you just

Didn’t talk about it the rest of the night

For a while at least

Eventually you two were sitting in your room and watching tv or smth

You had your head on his shoulder for a little while but his phone buzzed and he sat up to check it to make sure it wasn’t his parents and you didn’t get comfortable on him again

He thought you were mad, you thought he was uncomfortable, it was a whole thing

You paused the movie you were watching and turned to face him because you were sick of the lack of communication and said:

“Look I don’t want to seem like that person, but seriously--am I being annoying or something? I need to know, kuroo, it’s been weird the last couple hours and I can back off a little on the affection i just have to know-”

God this man blushed so red he was so mad at himself

He facepalmed a couple times and ran his hand through his hair and just said “no--no, please don’t. I was trying not to go too far with you being uncomfortable i should have just asked”

It was quiet for a second or two and you started laughing at each other and yourselves because you're both useless gays and it was just stupid and funny

Hearing your laugh made him smile, though, and he got these adorable heart eyes at you

“I love your laugh” he said without thinking, just letting his love-stuck mind carry his mouth (which usually ended up in random compliments like that)

You smile and lean in to peck his lips, but he catches you before you can pull away and pulls you in for a real kiss

When you’re done he kisses your forehead and says “so does this mean i can be clingy and hang off you like a child when im with you because i have been meaning to hug you more”

“Please do”

“Noted”

You laugh and turn the move back on, but this time he pulled you into his lap and laid with your back against his chest for the rest of the movie

Now that was more like it

Terushima Yuuji

Can i just say this is the first thing ive written for teru and i have two words to describe him (cursing warning)

Fuckin s i m p

That’s it

But along with being a huge simp, he’s also your biggest hype man for no matter what you’re doing and he's just genera;;y excited about everything about you

Because it’s you, why wouldn’t he be?? You’re his amazing handsome incredible boyfriend!

This also means he shows you off to literally everyone ever

Someone stop me i could talk about teru forever

Someone give me teru requests please i beg of you

Anyway i'm getting off topic

Part two of being a simp for you: can’t keep his hands off you

Like I’m sorry to tell you but there’s no touch starved anything with this man

He’d probably tell you flat out when you start dating “look this is how i act if this makes you uncomfortable tell me i'll keep it in mind

And he expects you to be honest with him because he’s honest with you

Great communication skills here people

He puts in what you put into this relationship and then some

So when you tell him you had a bad day and need a hug? He doesn’t let go until you feel better

If you wanna be left alone for a while, he’ll leave you to your own devices but check up on you every couple of hours until you're ready to talk to people again

If you tell him you just wanna go somewhere and it doesn’t matter where,you just need to go out? He’ll take you on a drive/walk and let you rant

He’s super cuddly in the first place so as long as you tell him youre okay with it (or don’t tell him youre not) then he’s perfectly content smothering you with kisses and booping your nose with his tongue piercing (am i the only one who finds that cute? Maybe its just me) and randomly hugging you

His specialty is surprise hugs from behind cause he’ll grab you by the belt loops/hips if you don’t wear jeans and tug you into him and bury his face in your neck and it makes him smile because it’s you and you always make him smile

Yeah he’s whipped for you anyway

So sorry this took forever--I got most of this done in one night because i decided to stress write lol. But! It’s my bedtime so I’m gonna go to bed now. I hope you enjoyed and thank you for the request anon!!

someone leave me fun tags on this i need an ego boost babes please--

Anyway take care of yourselves & good night!

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x male reader #bokuto koutaro #bokuto x male reader #bokuto koutaro x reader #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo tetsurou x male reader #terushima yuuji #terushima yuuji x reader #terushima yuuji x male reader #//ᴏʀɪɢɴᴀʟ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ #//ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

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tanyawritesstories · 4 years ago

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Keep It Warm | Commander Wolffe x Reader

I couldn't not post a fic on May 4th, it's Star Wars day for Makers sake 😝 so have some sexy Commander Wolffe and May the Force be with you!

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: smut, NSFW, cockwarming, voyeurism, oral (m receiving), spanking, edging, brat taming, orgasm denial, Sinker & Boost get a little action, masturbation, Wolffe is the second best dom in the GAR

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Wolffe looked up from his desk and was hit with a wave of emotions as you stood just inside the door: namely frustration, disappointment, and lust. He couldn’t believe the audacity you had to stroll into his office after the stunts you had pulled. To top that off, he had called you to his office an hour ago and you just now showed up. You clearly needed a lesson in manners.

It had started as a bit of revenge. Wolffe hadn’t even kissed you since he got back from his mission, which had been two weeks ago! You teased him by unbuttoning your shirt more than usual and bending over whenever you knew he was watching. You had hung out in the mess until he had shown up before flirting with Sinker, who knew all about your plan. Wolffe had glared daggers into both you and his sergeant to no avail.

The entire day you had teased him and at this point it was just becoming fun to see him pent up and frustrated, knowing sooner or later he would take said frustration out on you. Or at least you hoped he would. He didn’t tolerate much from you, and, as much as you enjoyed it, even you thought you might be pushing the envelope this time. Especially when you had, on impulse, taken your chance and spanked Boost as he was walking by. You had almost hurt your hand smacking the plastoid hard enough that Boost would feel it. The trooper reacted surprised but winked back at you and sent you a look that made your knees weak. That time you hadn’t known Wolffe was watching.

You weren’t sure what finally made Wolffe snap and call you to his office, but when he had, you were actually working and so waited until you had finished your assignment. Now you stood just inside the door, waiting for him to say something.

He beckoned you closer with a finger, you made a show of rolling your eyes and reluctantly walking to stand in front of his desk. He looked you up and down, you could see the stern and judgemental look in his dark eyes.

"Why were you late?" He asked, his voice surprisingly calm.

"I was busy," you replied curtly.

"I see. Too busy to follow your Commander's orders?"

You stayed silent, not sure what kind of response or reaction he was looking for. "Given that they were unprofessional orders, I figured they could wait." His eyes narrowed at you. Well that was the wrong answer. "What have you been doing all day?" He questioned.

"Work."

He huffed a breath out his nose in annoyance. "No, Kitten, you've been naughty. Why?"

You finally broke and began rambling. "It's your fault! You've been back from your mission for two weeks and haven't even shown me a lick of attention. I know I shouldn't drag you away from your work, but fucking hell, Wolffe. Two weeks!"

"So that's what this is about?" He asked, rising from his chair. “That’s unfortunate for you, baby. I was going to make tonight special for you, but now you’ve pissed me off. My side of the desk, now.”

You sighed, feeling defeated and annoyed. You crossed your arms with a huff and walked to his side, bending over the desk without having to be told.

“Look at that! You are capable of being a good girl, you just don’t want to,” Wolffe mocked.

“Just fucking spank me if you’re going to,” you snapped, ready to be done and get back to work. Wolffe’s fingers dug into your hair and he yanked your head back. His hand came down harshly between your legs, not where you were expecting. You yelped and he slapped your cunt again.

“Wolffe!” you exclaimed, “What the hell?”

“You better watch your tongue, Kitten. I had planned on letting you cum, but now every time you mouth off I’m pushing it back one hour.” He snarled.

“Are you serious?” You tried turning your head to look at him but he kept your head straight.

“That’s two hours now.”

You groaned in frustration and gave up trying to fight him. This was Wolffe, he would get what he wanted. You heard him sit back down in his chair, but his hands never left your hips, his thumbs pressing into the skin between your ass and thighs.

“You wet yet, kitten?” he purred.

That line alone, said in his gruff but smooth voice was enough to make you soaked. One of his hands left your hip, his knuckles dragging against your clothed heat.

“Y-yes, sir,” you answered.

Wolffe just hummed as his hands wandered up to the waist of your pants. In one swift movement he yanked them and your panties down to your knees. You squeaked as he exposed your wet flesh to the cool air.

He kicked your legs apart and slowly dragged one finger through your soaked folds. "You're wet but I need you wetter," he commented.

"If you'd let me cum that might help," you mumbled.

Wolffe flicked his finger against your clit, the pleasant sting making you release a strangled moan.

"That's three hours now."

You rolled your eyes, at least he couldn't see that. You heard him spit into his hand before he cupped your pussy with it, smearing his saliva around. You bit your lip trying to hold in the lewd noises that threatened to spill from your lips.

You couldn't hold them in when he eased his middle finger into you, wiggling it around and sending bolts of pleasure through your body. He fingered you tantalizingly slow. Enough to stimulate you but not enough to make you cum. He had gotten this down to a science.

He could feel your slickness increase and your walls flutter around his thick digit. Once he decided you were wet enough he removed his finger. You whined in protest and were so caught up in how he was denying you that you didn't hear him undoing his trousers.

He suddenly grabbed your hips in an iron grip and pulled you back towards him. Your back hit his chest and he lined his cock up with your entrance before shoving you down on him.

The noise you made was something between a moan and a yelp, your body tightening with the unexpected intrusion.

"That could've hurt," you grumbled.

Wolffe took one hand and placed it on your stomach, pressing down he was able to feel how deep he was inside you. "Careful, kitten. You're up to four hours now." He took his other hand and used two fingers to stroke lightly over your clit. "And you're going to sit here and look pretty while you keep my cock warm for every one of those hours."

Your mouth gaped open, four hours! You loved sitting on Wolffe's cock but four hours was a long time. He was nestled snugly inside you, hot and throbbing. This might be impossible.

Wolffe reached up and undid the rest of the buttons on your shirt, letting it hang open. You felt tight around him and he could feel every little ripple your muscles made.

"Now don't misbehave, I have work to finish," he said.

He kept a strong arm around your hips, keeping you still while he looked over reports on his datapad. You sighed dramatically and Wolffe pinched your inner thigh in response. You leaned back against his chest and made yourself comfortable, you were going to be here for a while.

~~~~

As if just sitting on Wolffe's hard, impressive cock was difficult enough, every so often he would shallowly thrust up into you or play with your clit. Anything to make it more tortuous.

Nothing was really happening aside from his teasing and occasionally asking you to hand him a different datapad from his desk. You were startled when knocking was heard on his door. Your head shot up in alarm.

"Wolffe?"

He didn't move.

"Wolffe what if they walk in?" You tried to get up but his strong arms held you down, keeping you tight to him.

"Then they'll have proof that you are the sluttiest officer on this ship," he growled in your ear, "and you're all mine." He called for whoever was on the other side of the door to come in. The door slid open and you looked away in embarrassment.

“Boost, do you have the data drive I asked for?”

You hesitantly looked up to see Boost standing across the room fiddling with the drive in his hand, his face had gone as red as his hair and his eyes tried to look anywhere except for you.

“I’m going to need that drive, Boost,” Wolffe said, motioning him closer.

“Can I toss it to you?” The flushed trooper asked.

“As you can see I can’t exactly get up right now so I’m going to need you to bring it here,” Wolffe responded.

Boost sighed and kept his eyes on the floor as he walked up to the desk and set the drive down.

“I’m going to need you to do one more thing,” Wolffe said, “Look up.”

Boost didn’t dare, he only shifted in place refusing to look at you or tear his eyes away from his feet. It hadn’t been his fault you spanked him, he didn't have any idea what you had been planning. “Respectfully sir, no thank you.”

“That’s an order, trooper,” Wolffe’s voice was stern. “I saw the look you gave her earlier. I know you want to look and I’m giving you permission. Go ahead.”

Boost slowly lifted his head and took in your mostly nude form, his eyes meeting yours before traveling downwards over your barely covered breasts, and stopping at the apex of your thighs where he could see your glistening pussy, plugged with his Commander’s cock. He released a breath he hadn’t known he was holding in and couldn’t tear his eyes away.

Wolffe felt you clench around him, you were enjoying this, being on display and being eyed up like you were about to be devoured. “Say, kitten, if you and Boost are alright with it why don’t you suck his cock and if you do a good job I’ll take an hour off your punishment,” he suggested. Boost’s eyes widened and you whimpered.

“I’d like to if he’ll let me, please Commander,” you asked. Not only had the panty-dropping smirk Boost had given you before fueled your decision, but you needed some kind of stimulation and Wolffe would take away an hour. It was a win win.

Boost swallowed the lump in his throat and walked around to the other side of the desk. He removed his codpiece revealing the hard bulge in his blacks. His behavior changed from bashful to confident once he heard her gasp at the outline through his pants.

“You like what you see, princess?” Boost slowly pulled his blacks down as far as they could go with the rest of his armor still on. He wasn't as big as Wolffe but he was still well endowed.

You reached forward and lightly ran your fingertips up and down his shaft. "No teasing or I'll ask the Commander to keep that hour on your punishment," Boost threatened.

You sucked his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around and soaking up his precum. You broke away to spit into your hand and begin stroking his length. He hummed contently and ran his fingers through your hair.

You kitten licked his tip once more before engulfing his member in your mouth till he hit the back of your throat. Boost groaned and tugged on your hair as you started bobbing on his cock. You used your hand to pump what wasn't in your mouth.

Wolffe thought you deserved a reward for sucking Boost off. He reached down and put slight pressure on your clit, slowly rubbing circles on the concentrated batch of nerves. He could feel your body release more slick as he rubbed his fingers up and down your slit. You moaned at the sensation, sending the vibrations along Boost's cock. He growled and pulled you further onto him.

"C'mon Kitten, swallow his cock, I know you can," Wolffe encouraged.

You pulled off so just his tip was in your mouth before taking his dick down your throat so your nose bumped the skin of his abdomen. You breathed steadily through your nose and swallowed around his length.

Boost pressed himself impossibly closer, your forehead bumping his belt. You pulled off and jerked him with your hand a few times before taking him back into your mouth. You could feel your own high coming on from Wolffe's incessant toying. Boost's hips bucked and he slid further into your mouth.

"Mmm, c-can I cum down her throat, Commander?" Boost asked, his voice strained from being on the edge of climax.

You heard Wolffe hum in approval from behind you. Boost thrust himself into your mouth a few times before releasing his load into your mouth. You swallowed everything he had and licked him clean, leaning back against Wolffe’s chest while licking your lips.

“Thank you, Boost. You may go now,” Wolffe bid.

Boost covered himself back in his armor and made his way out of the office. You evened out your breathing, coming down from the near high that Wolffe built you up to.

“How much time do I have left?” You asked.

“About fifty minutes I believe,” Wolffe replied, he grabbed the drive off his desk and plugged it into his datapad. You made yourself comfortable and settled back, just having to wait.

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You hadn’t realized you fell asleep until you were woken up by someone palming your breasts. You stirred, shifting around only to be reminded you were still stuffed full.

“Your time is up, kitten.”

Swift taps to your clit jolted you fully awake. Wolffe placed gentle kisses to your neck. “Would you like to cum now?”

You nodded weakly and mumbled out a yes. Wolffe easily lifted you up and off of him, causing you to whine as he slipped out of you. He laid you on your back on his desk, parting your legs to stand in between them, his still hard length resting against your stomach.

“You’ve been good, Kitten, so you get to decide. How do you want me?” Wolffe asked, sincerity in his voice.

“Hard and fast, Wolffe, please,” you begged. Your Commander smiled, “That’s my girl.”

He slowly sunk two fingers into you while his thumb played with your clit, you whined at his teasing. “I need to make sure you’re wet enough,” Wolffe addressed, “I don’t want to hurt my kitten.”

He pulled away once he was satisfied with the amount of slickness at the apex of your thighs. He coated his dick in the juices from his fingers, he lined up and pressed just his tip inside. Moans and desperate whimpers fell from your lips.

"What do you say, Kitten?"

"Can I have your cock, Commander? Please, please, please I want it so bad!" You rambled.

"There's a good girl," Wolffe praised. He rewarded you by sliding all the way in, his tip nudging your cervix. He released a guttural groan and you wrapped your legs around his waist.

"I'm glad you got what you wanted."

Both your and Wolffe's heads snapped towards the door where Sinker stood, arms crossed, an amused look on his face.

"Sinker, what the hell are you doing in here!" Wolffe snapped.

"I take it this is why Boost has had a pep in his step ever since he left your office," Sinker mused, "I just came to give you this datapad. You're lucky I convinced the General to send me instead of delivering it himself."

Your face heated up and you looked away. Your time was up, Wolffe was going to let you cum, why did Sinker have to interrupt now? You were already planning some way to sabotage him as payback when he spoke again. "I see your plan worked, you're welcome," Sinker was now standing against the right wall, messing with his vambrace.

"What plan?" Wolffe asked.

"The one she told me to just play along with in order to rile you up so you would fuck her senseless," he answered nonchalantly.

"Oh, she failed to mention that plan to me," Wolffe voiced, looking down at you. You had covered your face with your hands to hide the embarrassment at being found out.

“However,” Wolffe continued, “I did know what she was up to: and you, Sinker, did not have to be a part of it. You should have known better.”

You could practically feel Sinker smirking through his next words. "Do I get a blowjob too?"

You didn't expect Wolffe's reply. "No, Sinker," Wolffe slowly pulled out of you halfway, "You get to watch while I fuck her senseless."

At that, Wolffe slammed back into you making you cry out his name. He set a brutal pace, one hand on your shoulder the other holding one of your legs up. The delicious scrape of his cock against your walls made you moan loudly, your eyes fluttering closed, your brain almost unable to comprehend how good you felt.

"Nuh uh, baby," Wolffe drawled, moving his hand from your shoulder to your jaw, tilting your head back. "Look at him, kitten. Show Sinker how good I'm making you feel."

You slowly let your eyes open to see Sinker biting his lip hard and trying to keep his hands off himself. Wolffe hit that hidden pleasure point within you and you screamed.

"That's it, scream for me, kitten."

You looked to see Sinker had slid down the wall and removed his codpiece, he was staring at you while furiously palming himself.

You clenched hard around Wolffe and he growled, picking up his pace if that was even possible. You felt your high rapidly approaching.

"Are you getting close, Kitten?" Wolffe asked.

You were at a loss for words, they were all being fucked out of you. All you could do was moan and shout Wolffe's name. He knew you were seconds from falling over the edge based on how your whole body started shaking.

You glanced at Sinker long enough to see he now had his cock in hand, jerking off to the sounds you were making. Wolffe pulled your face back to look at him.

"I wanna see you come, kitten. C'mon, cum for your Commander," he urged.

With a few more thrusts you were pushed over the edge, the pleasure surging throughout you, your mouth hanging open in a silent scream that your lungs just couldn't produce. Wolffe came seconds after, grunting and growling as he shot his seed within the confines of your warm constricting walls.

He gently laid himself on top of you, your foreheads resting together as you came down from bliss. You cupped his cheek lovingly and Wolffe nuzzled into your touch, finally pressing a long awaited kiss to your lips. He slowly pulled out and did his best to clean up the mess he made of you.

A near silent curse reminded you both that Sinker was still in the room. You looked over to find that he had cum into his hand. You sat up on the desk and whispered a question into Wolffe's ear.

"Sure, kitten, you were good. I'll tell him," he answered. You beamed and pulled your panties back on.

"Sinker come here," Wolffe requested, "my girl wants to clean you up."

He flinched before standing up and walking wobbly over to the desk. You spun around in your sitting position to face Sinker, taking his fingers and licking them clean of his essence.

Wolffe sat back in his chair after making himself presentable again. He watched proudly as his woman helped his brother. He couldn't help reaching over and running his hand over her waist.

Sinker watched with wide eyes as she cleaned up his fingers, staring in awe. He tucked himself away once she was done and looked between the two of you.

"Commander, if you don't mind my asking, where did you find her? I want one."

#star wars the clone wars #star wars fanfiction #commander wolffe #commander wolffe x reader #sergeant sinker #clone trooper boost

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Miya Osamu - The Best Team

The Little Black Box Masterlist

Paring: Miya Osamu x reader

Warnings: just the absolute BEST HUSBAND MATERIAL that is none other than THE Miya Osamu

Word Count: ~1.1k

A/n: As the final oneshot in the series, I am very pleased with this concept and how it turned out. Ugh, man I’m so soft for Osamu. Like please let me marry you already!

A/n (pt. 2): Like I said, this is the last one of the series! I really enjoyed writing these and I hope you have enjoyed reading them! Thank you all for the likes, reblogs, comments, follows, and the nice messages! You all are so amazing! Enjoy the end of the series!

You had been laying in bed, staring up at the ceiling in silence for five painstakingly long minutes. Osamu was growing more anxious and impatient with each passing one. You wouldn’t even look at him! At least give him something! Still, he tried to wait dutifully, knowing you were truthfully thinking about an answer to a complicated question. Too complicated of a question for right before bed, he concluded too late.

His thoughts began to run in circles, reeling a mile a minute. He didn’t know how he was going to recover if your answer was less than ideal. Would you break up with him over it? Would you laugh at his face and tell him he’s crazy? He broke out in a small sweat and his palms became clammy. He didn’t dare move to dry them, however. He was too concerned about breaking whatever suspended tension hung in the air.

“Will it make you happy?”

Not expecting an answer, his head whipped back to face yours. He searched your face for something, anything, but you remained staring at the ceiling. Stalling for some time, he stuttered out a “What?”

“I said,” And you finally turned your head to look him in the eyes, “will it make you happy?”

He could finally look at you, but if he was being honest, that wasn’t really helping either. He cursed you for being so in control of your thoughts and emotions. At this point, he almost preferred you to scream at him, slam the door in his face and call him crazy. Just something so he could know what was bouncing around in your head. What were you thinking about?

Osamu sighed, knowing how to get that answer. It would require him to answer your question and fully commit to his, albeit, half thought up idea that he’d really only been thinking about for a week or so.

After one last look to see if he’d missed any clues from you, he muttered out, “Yes.”

You shifted to your side and held his face in your hands, preventing him from moving his face anywhere that wasn’t pointed directly at yours. It was your turn to search his eyes—what you were searching for, he wasn’t quite sure.

Finally finding whatever answer you were looking for, you let go of his face and rolled back over, turning off the lamp in the process.

“Alright,” You stated. “If it’ll make you happy, then do it.”

Osamu blinked once. Then twice. Then a third time.

“Wait, really?”

You sighed, “Yes, ‘Samu, now go to bed. We’ll talk about it in the morning.”

But his head was still reeling from your answer. He reached over to turn the lamp back on and rolled you back to face him. He was so caught up, he didn’t even register your annoyed look.

“No, wait, I want you to be absolutely sure. This is a big deal. Opening a restaurant isn’t just a weekend job. I’ll have to do it full time and-“

You covered his mouth with your hand, “Yes, I’m aware a restaurant is a lot of work. But you’re smart, hard-working, and it’s something you love. You’ll be able to do it. Now let’s go to bed.”

You moved to roll over, but Osamu pulled you back, earning a huff from you, “What?”

Osamu’s face wasn’t really panicked, but it definitely frantic. His voice matched his look as he talked so fast his mind could barely keep up. “It’s just...it’s...it’s gonna be a lot. And I might need your help. And Kita said he’d be willing to be my rice dealer. But I don’t even have a location picked out yet-“

“Osamu.”

“Then I’m not even sure how to pay for it. Will the bank even give me a loan? How much am I going to need with rent and decor and food-“

“Osamu.”

“What if people don’t even like my food? Then I’ll just be another failed restaurant. Not to mention I wouldn’t hear the last of it from Atsumu if that happened....Or-“

“Miya Osamu.” You forcefully placed your hands on his shoulders to get his attention. Thankfully, it quieted the man above you for the moment being. Taking a deep breath, you let go of his shoulders and held out your arms, inviting him to lay on your chest, “C’mere.” He gratefully accepted the offer and snuggled against you, thankful for the touch that pulled him out of his spiral.

As he tightly wrapped his arms around your waist, you ran your fingers through his hair while you waited for his breathing to even out.

Finally, you spoke, “Osamu. It’s a lot, I know. But we’ll take it on as a team, right? And if this is something you really want, we’ll make it happen. We’ll take it piece by piece until you have an open restaurant that’s brimming with customers. In fact, let’s sleep on it tonight and we can start making a to-do list tomorrow. Okay?”

You felt hot tears meet your skin. But you didn’t comment on it, nor did you make fun of him. You just tightly held onto him and patiently waited for his answer. Eventually he was able to calm himself down enough and choked out a “Thank you.”

“Hey,” You pulled his face up so you could look him in the eyes. “We’re going to do this, okay? I meant what I said. We’re a team. So where you go, I follow. You just say the word.”

Osamu, not trusting his voice for a second time, kissed you, salty lips and all. Neither of you were very good with words anyway. Even saying ‘I love you’ felt somewhat strange. But the love was still there. It was in the salty kisses, the reassurances, in the kitchen when he would make you your favorite dish on Friday’s because it meant he could see you smile after a long week. Saying I love you wasn’t really your thing, but the love was there all the same.

So as you two finally settled down to rest, his heart raced each time he thought of how you said you two were a team. He thought that was the closest thing to I love you that you’ve ever said.

A team.

Osamu liked the sound of that. He really liked the sound of that. So, as his second impulsive thought of the night, he decided that as soon as you left for work tomorrow morning, he was going straight to a ring shop downtown. Because he wanted to be on your team for the rest of forever.

(Posted March 11, 2021 7:34PM MST)

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