#to ask them if i could just like. feel bad. noticeably

[youngsadlesbian]

hi, one of my favorite writers!

i never noticed your requests were open, so is it okay if you write about wanda x fem!reader where they have been in a relationship for almost 6 years, the longest in their friend group, their friends assume the worst because they love eachother like bestfriends. what i mean is that when their friends see them sleeping together, they both face the other way. or when they watch a movie, their isn’t much snuggling. but when they’re actually alone, they feel more comfortable with eachother, that their friends walk in on them being clingy to eachother. being a lowkey couple isn’t so bad compared to what their friends think type of trope!

thank you for your time, and i love your works. xo !

BEHIND CLOSE DOORS

pairing: wanda maximoff x reader

summary: after nearly six years together, your relationship with wanda is the longest-lasting one in your friend group. but to everyone else, you two don’t look like the typical couple. you don’t snuggle at movie nights, you sleep facing opposite directions at group sleepovers, and your friends quietly assume your spark is gone. little do they know, you and wanda are simply a lowkey couple—comfortable and deeply in love when the world isn’t looking. but when your friends accidentally stumble upon one of your private, clingy moments, they realize just how wrong they’ve been.

a/n: i had this request in my inbox for a long time and only noticed it these days. sorry for the delay and i hope you like it.

word count: 1,1k

warnings: fluff <3

“You and Wanda are basically like an old married couple,” Kate teased, nudging you with her elbow as you all sat around the coffee table for game night.

“Is that supposed to be a bad thing?” you replied, raising a brow as you stacked your deck for Uno.

“No! Not bad, just…” Kate trailed off, clearly trying to find the right words.

“Predictable,” Yelena finished bluntly, tossing a handful of popcorn into her mouth.

“I mean, you don’t even sit next to each other during movie nights,” Natasha chimed in, smirking from her spot on the couch.

Wanda, who was sitting across from you, laughed lightly. “So? We’ve been together for six years. We don’t have to be glued to each other.”

“Yeah, but where’s the passion?” Kate asked, gesturing dramatically. “The fire? The hand-holding and constant cuddling?”

“We’re not 16,” you deadpanned, earning a chuckle from Wanda.

Your friends dropped the topic after that, but you could still see the curious glances they exchanged. You and Wanda didn’t fit their idea of what a couple should look like, but you didn’t really care. You and Wanda were fine just the way you were.

Living together for the past three years had only made your relationship stronger. You and Wanda had fallen into a comfortable rhythm that worked perfectly for both of you.

Your mornings started with quiet moments—Wanda making coffee while you scrambled eggs, sharing small smiles across the kitchen. Evenings were spent unwinding on the couch, reading, or binge-watching whatever show caught your attention that week.

You didn’t feel the need to be overly affectionate in public or around your friends because your bond didn’t rely on outward displays. It was in the little things: Wanda setting aside the last slice of pizza for you, or you remembering to buy her favorite tea when the supply at home ran low.

But your friends didn’t see those moments. They only saw the surface.

The first time your friends openly voiced their concerns, it was at Natasha’s apartment after a late-night movie marathon.

“Okay, don’t take this the wrong way,” Yelena started, her tone making it clear she was about to say something controversial.

“Here we go,” Wanda muttered under her breath, leaning against the arm of the couch.

“It’s just… are you two, like, okay?” Yelena asked hesitantly.

You frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Well, you’ve been together for so long, but you don’t act like it,” Kate interjected. “You’re more like… roommates or best friends.”

Wanda exchanged a look with you, her lips twitching in amusement. “Just because we don’t make out in front of you doesn’t mean we’re not fine.”

“Exactly,” you added. “We’re just not into PDA. That’s all.”

Natasha raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure? Because I don’t think I’ve ever seen you two even hold hands.”

At that, you and Wanda burst out laughing.

“Oh my God,” Wanda said, wiping a tear from her eye. “You guys are ridiculous.”

But the concern on their faces didn’t fade.

Later that night, back at your apartment, you and Wanda finally addressed the conversation.

“Do you think they really believe we don’t love each other?” you asked, pulling on a sweatshirt as you got ready for bed.

Wanda was already under the covers, scrolling through her phone. “Probably. But who cares? We know the truth.”

You climbed into bed beside her, resting your head on her shoulder. “Still, it’s kind of funny.”

“They think we’re boring,” Wanda said with a dramatic sigh, wrapping an arm around you.

You laughed. “If only they knew.”

Because behind closed doors, you and Wanda were anything but boring. You loved snuggling up during quiet afternoons, Wanda’s fingers tracing patterns on your arm as you watched TV. You teased each other endlessly, sharing inside jokes that no one else would understand.

And when it came to physical affection, it wasn’t something you felt the need to flaunt. But that didn’t mean it wasn’t there—it was in every kiss goodnight, every lingering touch, every whispered “I love you” before falling asleep.

\*/

The incident happened a week later. Your friends had come over to your apartment to hang out, and you had no idea they were still around when you wandered into the kitchen to find Wanda.

She was standing by the counter, scrolling through her phone, when you wrapped your arms around her waist from behind.

“Hi,” you murmured, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

Wanda smiled, setting her phone down to place her hands over yours. “Hi.”

“I missed you,” you admitted, resting your chin on her shoulder.

“You were in the living room five minutes ago,” Wanda teased, turning her head to kiss your cheek.

“Still missed you,” you said with a grin.

The sound of a dramatic gasp made both of you freeze. You turned to see Kate, Yelena, and Natasha standing in the doorway, their jaws practically on the floor.

“Oh. My. God,” Kate said, pointing a finger at you two. “You do like each other!”

Yelena burst out laughing. “This is amazing. I feel like I’ve just uncovered the world’s greatest secret.”

Natasha smirked. “So much for ‘just best friends.’”

Wanda rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile. “Get over it, guys.”

But your friends didn’t let it go. For the rest of the night, they wouldn’t stop teasing you about how “different” you were when no one was watching.

After that, your friends seemed to accept that your relationship didn’t need to look like anyone else’s. They stopped questioning why you and Wanda weren’t overly affectionate in public, and they stopped assuming the worst.

And while you still preferred to keep most of your relationship private, you didn’t mind letting a little bit of your affection show.

“See?” Wanda said one day, lacing her fingers with yours as you walked into Joe’s Bar. “A little PDA won’t kill us.”

You grinned, squeezing her hand. “It’ll definitely keep them off our backs.”

From then on, your friends never doubted the love between you and Wanda again. Because whether you were holding hands in public or sharing quiet moments at home, your connection was undeniable.

[charmedimsure]

THE NEXT EPISODE || thanos

pairing: Thanos/Choi Su-bong x f!reader

summary: You and Su-bong reunite after his stay at rehab. No debt/no games AU.

word count: 3.2k

warnings: rehab, drinking, drugs, addiction, depression

A/N: i've been working on this for like two weeks and i still feel like i could work on it more. i love this mini series i made and i'm excited to see how other people like it :) if you find any mistakes no you didn't <3

Part 1: Wake Up Call

Today is the big day. The day Su-bong has been working towards for the past six months.

Today he gets out of rehab.

He originally tried to quit on his own, but after multiple relapses, he decided he needed help. Due to his multiple addictions and how long he's been addicted for, the doctors at the facility suggested a longer stay for him, to which he agreed.

Before he left, he gave you the keys to his apartment, putting you in charge of managing the place while he's away. You also promised to get rid of anything in his apartment that could potentially be abused.

Rehab had actually not been bad. It certainly wasn't easy, but Su-bong felt better about it knowing there were so many other people there going through the same thing as him. He had ended up making some really good friends there, friends that he was excited to see again once they all got out. A few of them had made plans to meet up at a coffee house soon, about a week after Su-bong is released.

The thing Su-bong has been looking forward to the most while in rehab is seeing you again. The only visitors that were allowed were family members, so he had to settle for just talking to you on the phone.

"Can I see you soon?" Su-bong asks into the phone.

"I have to work today, but I'm off tomorrow if you want to come by?" you say. "Oh, and I left something for you on your counter."

Su-bong smiles into the phone. "You didn't have to do that."

"Don't get too excited, it's not much," you laugh. "But I just wanted to give you something to congratulate you."

"I'll be happy with anything you give me," he says.

"Cheesy," you groan, making him laugh. A small gasp comes from Su-bong's phone. "Shoot, my boss just texted me I have to go in early. I'm sorry, I gotta go. Text me when you get home, okay?"

"All good," Su-bong says. "Yeah, I'll text you. Let me know when you get to the club and back home safe."

"I will," he can hear the smile in your voice. "I'll see you tomorrow."

<>

Su-bong walks into his apartment. A chill washes over him. It's been so long since he was here, and he's changed so much. He puts his things down, walking into his kitchen.

A feeling of dread fills him. Was six months enough? Is he really able to do this?

A glint catches his eye, and he sees a small chain sitting on his counter. Attached to it is a dog tag. He picks it up, examining it. When he notices a clasp on the side of the dog tag, he opens it, revealing a small note in your handwriting.

'I'm proud of you <3'

A comfortable warmth fills his body as he smiles at your note. He closes the tag, immediately putting the chain around his neck.

He looks around his place. It holds way too many memories of his time before rehab. Waking up with a headache so bad he's worried his head might implode, turning over to see some random girl in his bed who's name he can't remember. That's not how he wants to live anymore.

He takes a water bottle from the fridge, which you must have put in there for him, and sits on his couch, looking up listings for available apartments. Preferably one close to you.

<>

Su-bong feels his heart race as he stands in front of your apartment door. He's been waiting for this moment for six months. With a deep breath, he knocks on the door.

Footsteps are heard from the other side of the door. Something makes a loud bang and he hears you curse, making his lips twitch upwards.

The door opens and there you are. He swears you've only gotten more beautiful since he last saw you.

"Woah, I almost didn't recognize you," you smile.

He smiles, sheepishly scratching the back of his head. He hadn't dyed his hair since before rehab, leaving it at its natural dark brown. "Yeah, I've been getting that a lot."

"I like it," you say. "You look much more like Su-bong."

He feels his face heat up, muttering a shy 'thank you'.

You step to the side, opening the door wider. "Come in! I'll go grab a snack."

Su-bong walks into your apartment, a smile playing on his face at the familiar set up. You move to the kitchen and he sits on your couch. He chuckles at the new blanket laying next to him, clearly having been used recently.

He looks up as you walk back into the room, placing a bowl of pretzels and a bottle of blue Gatorade on the coffee table in front of him. You remembered.

He gestures toward the blanket. "That new?"

You put a pretzel in your mouth and smile at him, nodding enthusiastically. "My mom got it for me. You have to feel it, it's so soft." He chuckles as you cover your mouth with your hand, too excited to tell him about the blanket to wait until you've swallowed your food.

He reaches out to the blanket, eyes widening when his fingers graze the fabric. "Holy shit."

"Right?!" you laugh, picking up the blanket and sitting down. You toss it over both of your legs. You take a moment to study his face. "You look really good, Su-bong."

He feels himself blush, turning away in embarrassment. "Yeah, my pupils are finally the correct size."

You laugh at the comment. "Yes, that. But you also just look much healthier. Much happier."

He nods. "I feel happier. I thought I was happy all those nights at the club, drinking away my life. But now I know that wasn't real happiness." He looks at you, looking deep into your eyes. "This is real happiness."

Now it's your turn to look away, feeling heat rush to your face. "I'm glad. You deserve happiness."

He smiles.

"Even though you once tried to pay me to take off my shirt."

Su-bong cringes, bringing his hand to his face as you laugh. "Can you please stop bringing that up?"

You shake your head. "No way. This is the punishment you get for that. Me making fun of you. I think it's a fair exchange."

He laughs. "Fair enough."

You continue talking for the next hour or so, telling each other about everything and nothing. Su-bong's heart soars every time he is able to make you laugh. He's made music his entire life, but no song could ever compare to the sweet tune of your laughter.

"On Sunday I'm gonna meet up with a few friends from rehab at that new coffee place around the corner," he says. "Do you want to come?"

You shake your head. "Thank you for the invitation but I don't want to intrude."

"You wouldn't be intruding," he assures. "I, uh, talked about you a lot and they really want to meet you."

Your face heats up at his admission, nodding. "In that case, I'd love to go."

He smiles. "Good."

You put on a movie to watch, saying you saw one while he was away and couldn't wait to show it to him. Throughout the movie, Su-bong sneaks glances at you. He's wanted you ever since he first laid his eyes on you. You were the hot bartender with a fiery personality.

Now, though, as he watches you chew your lip in concentration, he sees just how amazing you truly are. You're the beautiful girl who changed his life for the better. The amazing girl who gave him a reason to become a better person. The kind girl who talked on the phone with him every day while he was in rehab.

You're his best friend. And he's deeply in love with you.

<>

Su-bong opens the door to the coffee house, letting you walk inside first before entering as well.

"Hey, Su-bong!" a voice yells, getting his attention. He smiles when he sees his friends, waving at them. He motions for you to follow him as you head over to the table.

"Hey guys," he greets, giving each of them a small hug. It feels nice to see them on the outside. They all accomplished the same thing, and they'll forever be close for doing it together.

He looks to you. "Oh right. This is Jung-su, Shin-il, and Ji-hae."

Each of them wave and smile at you as he says their names. Once he introduces you, they all seem to get a similar look on their faces.

"Oh, so you're the girl he keeps talking about," Shin-il smirks. Su-bong lightly smacks his arm, making the boy laugh.

"Shin-il, be quiet!" Ji-hae rolls her eyes. She turns to you. "He told us about how you helped him get sober. We're glad he had someone so supportive helping him."

You smile. "I just wanted to help any way I could. He's the one who ultimately chose to get help." You smile at him and he feels his heart melt. "And I'm glad he was able to make some great friends in there, from what he's told me."

"Aw, you talked about us?" Jung-su flashes Su-bong with puppy eyes, making the ladder roll his own.

"Plus, now he doesn't call me 'Señorita' anymore, so really I got something out of it too," you say.

The table bursts out in laughter and Su-bong hides his face behind his hands. "Maybe it was a mistake bringing you here, I didn't realize you were all going to gang up on me."

You laugh, rubbing his arm. "I'm just kidding. Come on, let's go get something to drink."

You move to stand but he puts a hand on your shoulder. "I got it. What do you want?"

You tell him your order, thanking him as he walks to the counter.

Ji-hae leans across the table to you. "He really likes you, you know," she smiles. "Talked about you all the time."

You smile. "He's a really great guy. I wish I could've talked to him sooner, maybe he would've gotten help sooner. He's my best friend now."

"You should go out with him," she says. "Based on how he talked about you, he'd treat you right."

You turn to look at Su-bong, smiling as he rocks back and forth on his feet while waiting in line.

"I do like him," you say, turning back to Ji-hae. "I just want to give him some time first. He just got out of rehab, I feel like he should have some time to figure out what he really wants and adjust to sobriety, if that makes sense."

"Totally," Jung-su says, nodding his head. "I've been out two months now and I still feel like this is all new."

"Just please be there for him," Shin-il asks.

You nod. "I'm not going anywhere."

On the other side of the coffee house, while waiting for your drinks, Su-bong feels a hand grasp his shoulder.

"Holy shit man," a familiar voice says behind him. "You dropped off the face of the earth!"

Su-bong turns to see the smiling face of Nam-gyu.

"Where have you been, dude?"

Su-bong opens his mouth to answer but is cut off when Nam-gyu continues.

"You know what, it doesn't matter." He pulls a small bag out of his jacket pocket. "I just got some new shit. It's fucking insane, man. You gotta try it."

He stares at the pills. This is the first time that drugs have been so accessible to him since before rehab. A cold sweat breaks out and his breath gets quicker. It would be so easy. All he'd have to do is pop one little pill.

He turns back to look at the table. You're sitting there, laughing with Jung-su. The sound flows to his ears and a soft smile graces his face. The sweat stops and his breathing goes back to normal.

He doesn't need pills anymore. He has you. And you make him so much happier than pills ever have or ever will.

He turns back to Nam-gyu, straightening his posture. "No, I don't do that stuff anymore."

Nam-gyu gives him a look. "Are you kidding, dude? You can't get this shit anywhere, and you're turning it down? What the fuck happened to you, Thanos?"

"It's Su-bong, actually," he says.

"No more Thanos!? What's going on?"

Su-bong opens his mouth to respond, but is beaten by another voice.

"Nam-gyu, leave him alone, please," you say, putting a hand on Su-bong's shoulder as you step beside him.

Nam-gyu looks between the two of you before a knowing smile spreads on his face.

"Oh, I see," he says. "So this is the guy you've been calling all the time." The barista calls out his name and he takes his cup. "Knew it was only a matter of time before you two got together, I should've bet on it." He turns, walking toward the door. "I'll see you at work!"

You wave to him as he leaves, turning to Su-bong. "Are you okay? He didn't give you anything, did he?"

He shakes his head. "He offered, but I said no. I was expecting him to be a lot less understanding."

"I've been talking to him the past few months at work, turns out he's not bad when he's not constantly sticking his nose up someone else's ass," you say, making Su-bong laugh. His name is called and you take the cups from the barista, thanking them before handing Su-bong's drink to him, taking his hand and leading him back to the table.

"Welcome back, Señorita," Shin-il smirks.

The table bursts out in laughter again and Su-bong stands from the table, waving goodbye to everyone. You grab his wrist before he can get too far, laughing along with him as he sits back down next to you.

<>

It's been about five months since Su-bong got out of rehab. He's been doing very good, resisting every time he feels even the slightest temptation.

He's gotten back into music and is working on his next album, which is going to be the first he's releasing that's not under the name "Thanos", instead rebranding as Choi Su-bong. You're of course his biggest supporter and he plays you all of his songs to get your opinion. You've even helped on a few songs, and he plans on crediting you as a co-writer.

Remembering what you told him nearly a year ago, he surprised you one day with your own guitar, taking the time to teach you how to play. You're still learning, but he loves everything you play, nearly as much as he loves your laugh whenever you play the wrong note.

You've been dancing around each other for the past few months, both aware of your feelings, but liking what you have going on between you for now. As time passes, though, Su-bong can feel himself getting closer to the edge, ready to take the leap.

One day you're both sitting in Su-bong's new apartment when he turns to you.

"Hey," Su-bong says. You look up from your phone at him. "I uh, I want to play something for you, if that's okay."

You smile, locking your phone and putting it face-down on the couch. "Yeah, I'd love that."

He stands up and reaches his hand out towards you. You take it, standing as he leads you to his piano. He sits on the bench, making room for you to sit beside him.

"I actually wrote this for you," he says, shyly looking at you. You smile at him, giving him a nod of encouragement. With a deep breath, he begins playing the notes before singing.

"I text a postcard sent to you Did it go through? Sending all my love to you You are the moonlight of my life every night Giving all my love to you."

You feel your eyes start to water as you listen to the words. His words reflect exactly how you feel, put in a way that makes it more beautiful than anything you could say to him.

You've heard him sing more ties than you can count. But sitting here next to him, listening as he pours his heart out to you, you don't think any song will ever compare.

"With every breath that I am worth Here on Earth I'm sending all my love to you So if you dare to second guess You can rest Assured that all my love's for you."

Su-bong puts his entire heart into the song. He had started writing it on the piano they had at the rehabilitation center. He had written a few songs while he was there, but this one was specifically inspired by you. The lyrics were from notes he would write down while talking to you, things that came to his head as your sweet voice drifted through the speaker of his phone.

"My beating heart belongs to you I walked for miles till I found you I'm here to honor you If I lose everything in the fire I'm sending all my love to you."

He stops playing, bringing his arms to his sides. He slowly looks up at you. "You've done so much for me. I don't think I can ever pay you back, but I'll spend the rest of my life trying if you'll let me."

A tear escapes your eye. You sniffle, nodding your head.

Su-bong reaches out to cup your cheek, wiping away the tear with his thumb. He looks down to your lips before looking back up to your eyes. "Can I kiss you?"

"Please."

He leans forward, closing his eyes as his lips make contact with yours. Su-bong has kissed girls before, more than he'd like to admit, but he feels like a teenager kissing their crush for the first time.

This is a moment nearly a year in the making. All of his longing for you, his adoration of you is put into the kiss.

He pulls back, regaining his breath as he looks over your face. Your kiss-swollen lips are just begging to be kissed again, but there's something that needs to be done first.

"I love you," he says. "I've loved you for a long time. You're the most amazing person I've ever met and there's nothing I want more than to be with you."

You smile at him, and he feels starstruck by how beautiful you are. "I love you too, Su-bong," you say. "I'm forever grateful that you showed me the real you that day in my apartment. Because I love the real you. So much."

Su-bong's face lights up in a smile, leaning forward to capture your lips again in an awkward kiss that makes you both laugh.

All his hard work is paying off. He is finally worthy of happiness. He is finally worthy of you. And he's going to spend every day making sure he stays worthy.

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[grapejuice32]

can you do a rafe x reader where he has been ignoring and neglecting her, cancelling plans, and they haven't had sex in a while so she gets really upset and stops trying to make plans after he cancels on a date again bc she thinks he doesn't want her anymore. Then he realizes that she was really the only one putting in effort and he feels so bad and brings her flowers and stuff and apologizes and spends the whole night worshipping her and making her feel good

Enough for you

Rafe x reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Notes: thank you for the request! I hope this is what you wanted anon <3

It had been weeks since Rafe had paid attention to you like he usually did. You could understand it, to a certain extent anyway, you could understand he was working and all, but it had gotten to a point where he would barely even touch you anymore, and that hurt. It was starting to affect you, more than you'd ever admit out loud, you felt as though he did not want you anymore. It led you to wonder if he no longer found you attractive anymore, you had started to pick out more flaws in yourself than you usually did when you looked in the mirror. 

But despite this, you still continued to plan nice things for the two of you to do, days out on the weekend, movie nights, dinner out at his favourite restaurants. All of which achieved nothing, in fact, it only made you feel worse than you already did. Why? Because he would cancel on you last minute over a short text, sometimes he would grace you with some sort of pathetic excuse, and if he didn't cancel, he was barely present, half listening to what you were saying, not offering the input he usually would. So, the dates you planned slowly lost the thoughtfulness you usually put into them, but no matter what you did, you just felt worse and worse. You had ended up taking a day off of work so that you could stay home and cook Rafe's favourite meal, setting up the table with candles and dressing up nicely, but half an hour before he was supposed to come home for dinner, he cancelled on you, again. So instead of spending the romantic night you'd planned with him, you spent it alone, accompanied only by a bottle of wine as you ate alone, leaving his cold food out on the table along with your half empty plate and the dirty serving plates. If he wasn't going to put in any effort, neither were you, clearly it meant nothing to him anymore. You'd run a bath and had sat in there until it went cold, and when you got out, you left the empty wine bottle and glass on the floor next to the draining bathtub. 

Days had passed and his behaviour towards you remained the same, you couldn't help but wonder if it was you that was the problem, the two of you had been living together for a year and he'd only been acting this way for the past couple of months. Maybe he'd grown bored of you. Maybe you weren't pretty enough anymore. Maybe there was someone else. Maybe him and Barry had finally gotten together. The lack of effort you were now putting into the relationship became more than just that, it became a lack of effort in everything you did. At work you were only half present, being too tired to give you undivided attention to the task at hand due to sleepless nights caused by overthinking. Had Rafe even noticed? Clearly not. Were you not enough for him anymore? 

There you lay, one night, watching his peacefully sleeping form beside you, he lay on his back, an arm behind his head, barely out of the clothes he had left the house in that morning. His shoes and trousers were thrown carelessly on the floor. He had come home while you were in the bath, you'd barely spoken to him before he went to bed. He'd come into the bathroom and pressed a kiss to your head, leaving before you'd even had the chance to ask how his day was, not that you were sure you really wanted to know anyway. 

When the rays from the sun started to peak through the gaps in the curtains, marking yet another sleepless night, you threw yourself out of bed, not caring to even check the time as you lazily got dressed and left the house to walk along the beach. 

By the time you came back home it was about three in the afternoon, you’d completely lost track of time watching the waves break against the shore while listening to music, that and you hadn’t been sure if you were ready to come home and spend the rest of your Saturday alone like you had the past few weeks. When you got home, you were fully prepared to dedicate the rest of the to yourself by running a bath, opening some wine and lighting some candles. What you were not expecting was to come home and see Rafe sat on the couch watching tv and drinking a beer. “Rafe? What are you-“ you began, only for him to cut you off. 

“ ‘s Saturday, ‘s date night.” He stated in a tone that said everything he didn’t, isn’t it obvious? How could you forget? What have you got planned? You could only sigh as you walked over to him, stopping to stand by the armrest of the couch, placing your palm on it to lean on. 

“Um, I’ve actually got plans tonight,” you mumbled knowing full well that you had no plans beyond a bath, yet you didn’t feel up to telling him you had not bothered to plan a date under the assumption he wouldn’t be there, not that he didn’t deserve to hear it. 

A small frown lined his brows, “Oh, right. I’ll jus’ uh,” but he then shook his head, not ready to drop it yet, “but y’always plan something for us t’do on date night.”

“Yeah, well I didn’t this week!” You couldn’t help but snap at him, his lips parted as though he was at a loss for what to say, not knowing how to respond to that, so he just nodded, his eyes trained on your form as you turned to go upstairs before returning his attention to whatever he’d been watching on tv. He found himself unable to concentrate though, his bottom lip tugged between his teeth as he thought back on the past few weeks, how he’d been acting towards you and sighed, knowing he’d messed up. 

The next day you’d gone about your morning as usual. You’d woken up to Rafe’s side of the bed empty as you had done for the past couple of weeks and occupied yourself by reading while sat outside soaking up the sun. You didn’t expect Rafe to be home till much later considering it was a Sunday, therefore it was a golf day, and he never missed a golf day. So, when you heard the front door opening, you were surprised to say the least, to be completely honest, you had thought it was someone breaking in at first. You had walked inside to see who was there, when you stepped into the kitchen you were met with a sight you hadn’t been expecting, a massive bouquet of lilies, pink and white ones. The sensation of Rafe’s warm hand being placed on your lower back caused you to jump, and you placed a hand on your chest when you glanced over your shoulder it see it was him, “you scared me!”

He didn’t address your exclamation, instead he wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder, “D’you like them?”

“Yeah, they’re very pretty, thank you.” You nodded, slightly confused as to the complete 360 in his behaviour, “Thought you had golf today.” 

“I did, but I skipped,” he shrugged as if it was nothing, placing a kiss on your neck, but you didn’t buy it, he had rarely skipped golf on a Sunday for as long as you could remember. 

You could only frown, “But you never skip golf.” He sighed and you bit the inside of your cheek, worried he was going to disappear now that you’d addressed his odd behaviour.

“Look I-“ he sighed again and you could tell he was struggling to formulate the words he wanted to say, “ ‘ve not been great, the past few weeks, an’ I wanted to apologise. ‘ve jus’ been really busy workin’ y’know, jus’ ‘m tryn’a take care’f business. 

“And I get that, I do. But it’s been weeks, and honestly one apology isn’t going to fix everything.” You spoke calmly, trying to ignore the tears you could feel attempting to escape. 

He let go of you and stepped back, allowing you to turn and face him, “Look I, I know that, aight. ‘m jus’, ‘m tryn’a fix it, so can y’let me take you out f’dinner tonight or somethin’?”

Maybe you were being dramatic, but it didn’t feel that way, not with how awful his actions had caused you to feel about yourself, “I’m sorry but um, I’m not really in the mood. Just gonna read and go to bed, thank you for the flowers though.” You offered him a tight-lipped smile and tilted your head up, placing a kiss on his cheek and leaving the room, going back outside through the open porch door to continue your book. 

That night you’d gone to bed earlier than you usually would, not that you were anywhere near falling asleep, so instead you were just doomscrolling in the comfort of your side of the bed, which was a lot more cosily decorated than Rafe’s. The door creaking open signalled Rafe’s entrance, you didn’t look away from your phone as you felt the bed behind you dip. His warm palm found home on your waist, slipping underneath the hem of your( his)shirt that you were wearing.

“ ‘m sorry,” he mumbled, placing a kisses to your exposed collarbone, his large short hanging off of your shoulder and baring your skin to him, “ ‘m so sorry, baby, ‘ve been neglecting you, haven’t I?”

You nodded, struggling to keep your eyes on the screen of your phone, not even taking in the contents of whatever video was playing but still did your best to try and ignore him. “Can y’let me make it up to you? Hm?” He continued to place soft kisses to your skin, sucking lightly at the junction of your neck and shoulder, you were unable to stop the small sigh that escaped you, your eyes now closed, your phone discarded on the bed besides you. Rafe’s hand remained on your bare waist, the cold ring on his finger a stark contrast to his warm skin, is thumb brushing back and forth in a comforting manner. “Ran you a bath. Gonna come in with me?” His words came out in but a mumble, his lips brushing against your skin as he spoke, and despite your anger at him, you could tell he was truly sorry, so you nodded. 

A hum left your lips as the warm, bubbly water of the bath surrounded you, your bare back making contact with Rafe’s bare chest. You closed your eyes, leaning back into him, your head resting against his broad shoulder. The room, though silent apart from the steady hum of the exhaust fan, was a peaceful one. The steady silence disturbed by the sound of Rafe’s voice, “I love you, so much. ‘m sorry it hasn’t seemed like that for a while.”

“You hurt me, Rafe.” You weren’t going to lie to him no matter how much you struggled to voice things like this, not when the opportunity to try and fix things had presented itself to you, “I thought that maybe there was someone else.”

“Oh, baby.” He sighed upset, though it was clear it was directed at himself and not at you, “ ‘m sorry, I- there’s no one but you f’me. I jus’, ‘ve been so caught up in work, not that ‘s an excuse but I, um, was jus’ really caught up tryn’a live up t’my dad’s expectations, y’know?”

“Rafe,” you sighed, “why didn’t you just talk to me? I’d have understood, you know that.”

You felt him nod once, his breathing deeper than it had been before, his hands slid down from where they had previously been placed on your waist to your hips, his grip tight as if he was afraid you’d leave. “Can y’let me make it up t’you?” He asked as he began to trace light patterns on your skin and began placing soft kisses on your neck, “Please? Wanna make you feel good.” You exhaled and moved your head away from him, exposing more of the skin of your neck to him and nodded. One of his hands left its spot on your hip, his fingers trailing down to brush your clit causing a sharp gasp to leave you at the sensitivity from not being touched for so long. “Shit, can’t believe ‘ve gone so long without touchin’ you, missed all your pretty noises.” Two of his fingers slid into you and he began to move them with practiced eased, knowing how to please you better than you knew how to please yourself. 

“Fuck, Rafe.” You breathed, your head falling further back against his shoulder. You could feel his lips curl into a smile against your skin, “That feel good?” You nodded, “It’s so good.” He only hummed and his thumb began to rub circles on your clit causing your back to arch, your hands gripping his wrist and bicep. As you grew close, you began to squirm where you were sat on his lap, and in return his hand on your hip moved to hold you down to stop you escaping his hold, your nails digging into the skin of his arm, only moans and whispers of his name leaving you. 

“Y’close?” He mumbled, his skilful fingers moving faster, brining you over the edge properly for the first time in weeks. But he didn’t stop moving his fingers causing you to whine and writhe in his hold, “C’mon, give me one more, yeah?”

One more turned to two, to three until the bath water was cold and you were trembling in his hold while he carried you out, drying you and taking you to bed. He slowly brought you down, coaxing you out of your state of euphoria with praise, his voice soft as he pressed kisses to your slightly damp skin. 

“I love you,” you whispered, content in the safety of his arms around you, your head resting on his bare chest.

“And I love you, more than you could possibly imagine,” he murmured into your hair and pressed a firm kiss to your temple. You fell asleep, finally at peace, back in the arms of the man you loved.

Please lmk what you guys think, I'd love to hear from you! I'll also be happy to try and write any requests you may have <3

[submattenthusiast]

dealer!chris blurb ✩˚｡⋆

chris calling you was always rare, he never called unless he needed something or on accident, never just randomly, so when his contact popped up on your phone screen, eyebrows were raised. before you could say hello properly he was talking, barely understandable but he was. "hi i'm outside please let me in, i drove all the way over here before my high settled in so i could see you, please it's really cold out here and my eyes are starting to feel heavy" your mouth dropped as you listened to his ramble. "you're outside...?" you dumbly ask. "yes? didn't i just say that" he retorts, knocking on your door to prove himself.

swinging the metal open, you rush him in, not wanting the cold air to infiltrate your house. you watch him speechlessly as he takes his boots and jacket off and heads for the living room. as he turned his head you saw the strands of hair peaking out his cherry beanie and had a strong urge to play with the brunette strands. you had to shove your hands in your pockets to stop from grabbing them.

flopping on the large sofa, chris let out a deep breath, as if he'd been holding it in all day. a unrecognizable sound came from his mouth as his body collided with the surface. "this couch feels so good baby, i wish i could sleep here like everyyyday" chris mumbled. you walked over to sit next to his spread out body, relaxing into the soft pillow as you looked at him in awe. it was so rare for him to not be all tough, mean ,and serious. but he was showing you this different side of him, it made you feel a bit special.

sensing your presence on the couch, chris lifted his head up to look at you. a big smile came across his lips as he saw your lap was free. scooting over toward you, he grabbed your thigh and rested his head on your legs. his cold cheeks sent shivers down your spine as the bad contact with your skin. with a body resting on your lap you had to find somewhere to place your hands and his hair was right there. without hesitation you peeled the beanie off his head to release his beautiful dark brown hair. the long locks tickling your skin as they fell into place. "hey you jacked my shit what the fuck" he frowns. you cackle before shushing him. "my lap my rules" you retort. nodding his head he stopped giving attitude. he planted a few kisses along your thigh to apologize without saying anything but still felt the need to say something. "yes ma'am your lap i'm sorry don't kick me out".

a loud string of whimpers left his lips as your hands found their way to his hair, fumbling through the tangles and massaging his scalp. the scent of his shampoo filled your nose as you continued to play. his hair was always so soft after the first wash. you smile while looking down at him, seeing how much he was enjoying it and how relaxed he is. continuous whines leave his mouth as you start to pull a little at his roots. "please don't stop feels so fucking good, your hands are like god sent" he moans, lowkey humping the couch under him and hoping you didn't notice. but you felt the movements and saw his hips moving out of the corner of your eye. teasing him a little more, you tug harder at his roots, wanting to pull a reaction from his body. "fuck please" he breathes, pushing his body into the couch for friction.

"please what?" you coo, slowing down a bit. your nails scratched circles into him as you waited for a response from him. a low whine came out of him as he melted under your touch, cheeks smushing into your skin and shoulders drooping. his voice cracked as he attempted to speak to you, mind beginning to get scattered "please don't stop it feels so good and i'm so hard it hurts, you don't even have to touch my dick or whatever but please you can't stop". he started to wet your thigh with messy kisses again as you started to tug at his hair like before. "that's a good boy, using your words " you purr, changing the direction of your hand. "for you only" he adds, smiling like a dummy.

[cheolieji]

Seungcheol

warning: Smut,unprotected sex, breeding kink and idk what else im too lazy

A/N: This is in no way to say mingyu acts like this. it's just part of the fiction

not proofread

I'm lowkey bad at writing smut🫢

feel free to send requests!

check [17] (pink highlighted) to see my yes and no's

seungcheol is the type of guy to walk on the street side of the sidewalk

seungcheol is the protective boyfriend everyone wishes for

the perfect and clingy boyfriend

you wanna wear a short dress? go ahead, he can fight

a guy just looks at you the wrong way, his fist is tightened, his jaw is clenched, and his death glare... goddd if looks could kill

you love it when he's protective over you

but something happened that made you think, is he a little too protective?

now you're sitting in his living room beside him, hands rubbing against each other, nervous to say it

seungcheol, of course, notices this. "You okay hun?" "Yeah! why wouldn't i be?" weird... but he just nodded his head, turning his attention back to the show playing. the sound of tv playing in the background mixing with your thoughts, should you really ask him about something so little that could turn into a heated argument?

"Hey-" "babe-" "Yeah? you say it first"

"no its just uhm. i" his eyebrows raised in confusion. What are you trying to tell him?

"Okay. will you promise not to get mad?" "Of course baby, why would i get mad at you?

"You know how we went to the kims gathering?" he just nods "yeah and how mingyu kept looking at me and stuff?" "Where are we going with this" his eyebrows still raised

"Nothing like that. It's just the way you were glaring at him. felt a little.... i don't know.. rudee? I'm sure he didn't mean it like that. " "Ah, that? i know him, babe he doesn't have good intentions. when he looks at someone like that, it means he wants something out of them." he pauses for a second, "and plus, you're mine..."

you blushed in your seat

"okay good i guess... i thought you were being a little too protective"

"Hey. It's good to be protective over what's mine!" he giggles while hugging you and placing you on his lap. and you're straddling him now. Suddenly, the air shifts

noticing this, seungcheol pulls you in closer before pressing a kiss on your lips. It starts to turn into a makeout session with you grinding on him while heavy breathing leave your mouths

"Can i?" As he's looking down at your pants, you nodded. he takes your pants along with his off. "No panties? want me to fuck you that bad? huh?" You nod again, eyebrows furrowed. "Say it, baby, i wanna hear you" "yes please cheol just fuck me, please"

he teases your opening with his dick before slowly entering your already wet cunt. shit did he get bigger?

"You feel so good, baby, just for me." Now he's fully inside you. He waited a bit for you to get used to his size

he's balls deep inside you, and you're a moaning mess, but he's looking at you like you're the prettiest thing in the world

he's hitting all the right spot "ah- cheol please" your gummy walls wrapped around his thick cock feels like heaven, for the both of you

he's leaving hickeys all over your neck as you're riding him like there's no tomorrow

bouncing on his dick as you're moaning his name loudly. it's like music to his ears

you feel the familiar pit in your stomach "fuck cheol im gonna cum" he lets out a loud grunt before cumming inside you "fuck ill fill you with my babies"

" gonna make you forget about that fucker" he continues thrusting inside you until you reached your high before softly kissing you

you let out a loud moan before falling on his shoulder. "You know, if you wanna put babies inside me, we should probably do more." "you wanna move it to the bedroom?" he carries you to the bedroom for a night of pleasure

[itsnesss]

Please could you do something with Junho meeting readers ex-boyfriend?? 💌

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱 | hwang jun-ho × fem!reader

summary | the request

warnings | fluff, tension

word count | 0.8 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

You’re standing in front of the window of a small bookstore on a quiet street in the center. The rain falls gently, creating a peaceful echo that contrasts with the swirling thoughts in your head. Junho is beside you, holding an umbrella over both of you, though you’ve noticed that he’s more exposed to the rain than you. He always puts others first, especially you.

“Are you going to go in, or just keep looking?” he asks with a small smile.

You turn to look at him and notice the playful gleam in his eyes. Junho has this ability to make you feel light, as if problems don’t exist for a moment.

“I was thinking about it. But I don’t want to wet the books,” you joke.

“You could soak all the books and they wouldn’t stop loving you,” he replies without thinking, and although he tries to act casual, you can see the color rise in his face.

Before you can respond, a sound behind you catches your attention. Turning around, you feel a twist in your stomach. It’s someone you didn’t expect to see, someone who represents a part of your past that you left behind.

There he is, your ex, standing a few feet away. He wears a black coat that barely hides his imposing presence, and his eyes seem to find yours immediately. The smile you once found comforting now feels unsettling.

Junho follows your gaze and, with just one look, understands.

“Do you know him?” he asks softly, without taking his eyes off the man who’s approaching.

“Yes,” you reply almost in a whisper. “He’s… someone I’d rather not see.”

But it’s too late to avoid it. Your ex is already standing in front of you, with that confidence he’s always had. His eyes shift from you to Junho, quickly evaluating him.

“Wow, I never thought I’d run into you here,” he says, addressing you as if Junho isn’t present.

“I’m fine,” you reply coldly, trying to keep your composure.

“And who’s this?” he asks, nodding toward Junho.

Junho steps forward, subtly positioning himself between the two of you.

“I’m Junho,” he says firmly, extending a hand that your ex takes with some reluctance.

The handshake lasts longer than necessary, and you can feel the tension between them. Your ex has always been territorial, even when he no longer had the right to be.

“I see,” he says finally, releasing Junho’s hand. “So now you have company.”

The insinuation in his tone irritates you, but before you can say anything, Junho speaks.

“She doesn’t need company. She knows how to take care of herself.”

Your ex lets out a low, almost mocking laugh.

“I know that. But it’s not bad to have someone looking out for her. Right?”

You shudder hearing your name come from his mouth, but you maintain your calm.

“I don’t know what you want, but I have nothing to say to you,” you say, trying to end the conversation.

He raises his hands as if surrendering.

“Relax. I just wanted to say hello. Looks like things are going well for you. That’s good.”

You know it’s not sincere. His tone, his posture, everything about him screams that he’s testing the waters.

“Thanks. You can leave now,” you reply firmly.

For a moment, it seems like he’s going to insist, but then his eyes shift toward Junho, and something in his gaze changes.

“We’ll see each other soon, I’m sure,” he says finally, and without waiting for a response, he walks away, disappearing into the crowd.

Junho remains silent, watching his figure until it fades. Then he looks at you, with a slightly furrowed brow.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes. I’m fine,” you respond, though you’re not entirely sure it’s true.

“Do you want to talk about him?” he asks cautiously.

“There’s not much to say. He’s someone from my past, someone I don’t want in my present,” you admit, feeling a mix of relief and exhaustion.

Junho nods, giving you the space you need. He’s always been like this, never pushing you, but his steady presence is enough to make you feel safe.

“I won’t let him bother you again,” he says suddenly, with a firmness you didn’t expect.

You look at him, surprised, but on his face, you only see determination. Junho isn’t someone who looks for conflict, but when it comes to protecting you, he seems willing to do whatever it takes.

“Thank you,” you whisper, feeling the tension in your body start to dissipate.

“Always,” he responds, and this time the smile he gives you manages to make you let out a small laugh.

[mtcloudsworld]

𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍?

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 | none, black!fem reader, husband!dickgrayson, it's just funny how mother nature works...Don't mind me lol 😭😂 this just randomly came to mind and I needed to put this somewhere. Edited, but please ignore any errors, ty. Enjoy!!!

"Shit, he's kicking..."

You say standing before the full body mirror, admiring your bare, swollen stomach to watch a foot press flush from the inside out against your belly.

You could see the outline of where his foot was pressing and decided to trace your nail along it. Giggling a little when you feel the baby squirm a little, clearly interacting with them.

Although it did hurt a little you couldn't help but smile enduringly at the weird interaction.

It was late at night when nightwing─ Dick Grayson, your lovely husband had came back from patrol, already out of the shower in only his pajama pants smelling like mint and old spice.

You were already dressed in his old black guns n' roses shirt and boxers with your bonnet on smelling like jasmine and vanilla from your shower earlier.

You were a night owl at heart so Dick wasn't surprised to see you still up.

All night, you were relaxing, enjoying your peace. Did a little bit of cleaning and organizing here and there, tidying up a bit before settling yourself down for bed. And when Dick finally arrives back home, the little bundle of joy decides to disrupt your peace.

"Is he finally awake?" You heard footsteps come from behind.

Then warmth presses up against your back, feeling the tough exterior of his chest pressed against your back and suddenly surrounded by his strong bulging arms, tender hands smoothing along the roundness of your stomach to feel your body lean into his protective embrace. "Yeah, he was quiet all day until...' you then glanced at him through the body mirror, watching as he planted kisses near the side of your face, ear, neck and jawline. "Not that he ever moves to the sound of my voice but...he's more excited when you're around."

"Hm," he smirks proudly, a daddy's boy perhaps?

"He recognizes my voice. He missed papa." Dick mumbled coddling you with his face buried between your neck, swaying your bodies sweetly.

It was quiet for a moment. Enjoying his tender, sweet love and affection towards you.

You're mind began to wander out of the blew.

"...Baby?"

"Hm?"

"What if 'he' is actually a 'she' ?"

The question makes his head pop up.

"Then... she recognizes my voice." He corrects.

And that brought a smile to your face, turning your head a little to make eye contact with him, challenging him.

"But... what if 'she' is actually a 'he' ?"

And he deadpans, "babe, really?"

"What? I'm just asking!─ "

"No, no, no, you are not "just asking" and we're not doing this again, tonight." He states, shaking his head in disapproval yet still wore a smile on his face. "We're not doing this at..." He turns to look at the digital clock in the nightstand before glancing at you "...1:30 in the morning where I answer all of your questions till your mind feels satisfied and then be up all night because you suddenly can't go to sleep. No, it's not happening."

"Okay but wait, listen," you pout, turning to face him completely. "I get that we wanted the baby to be a surprise but... I just can't help but wonder what if he is actually a she, or if she is actually he????"

"That's why we bought neutral colored clothes and other necessities for a reason, so we wouldn't have to worry about that" He nods, pointing towards the preoccupied corner filled with amazon boxes and gift bags of baby stuff that has yet to be set up and put away, call it laziness.

"Yeah but I feel bad that I keep calling the baby he when it could possibly be a she."

"Babe, you're overthinking this way too much right now." He stresses with a heavy sigh.

When he noticed the look of worry/pout on your face, he reaches up to cup your face. Stroking at your cheeks back and forth to slowly feel its smooth texture graze along his soft yet slightly calloused palms. "Look, whether they are a boy or a girl, all they need to know is that their parents love them very much and will do any and everything to keep them safe and sound. No matter what, they're always gonna be cared for."

You sigh, shoulders relaxing. You hate that he's always right. Always know the right words to say. It honestly makes you stand back and feel like a fool at times but you know that dick didn't see it in that way, you were just...an over-thinker at heart.

"Yeah, you're right...." You finalized, looking down to your belly, feeling the baby move once more and rub your hands over the swell of your stomach. "I want them out of me already. I wanna see if they'll have your face." You gleamed, glancing back up at him.

Dick chuckles, "You say that now..." and turns to walk back to the bathroom.

"I'm serious, Dick."

"Mhm, yeah, sure, if you say so."

"You want them out just as badly as I do, so don't even." You stated pointedly, your finger directed towards him with a playful yet warning look.

"I do, but I'm patient about it..." He then frowns a little when you give him a look, one that asked "are you sure about that?" , "...oooorrrrr at least I think I am." He sighs, "I'm just enjoying these last few moments baby free until time says otherwise." He clears up, turning back to the sink to start washing the dirt and grime off his face.

Patience was key right now.

As much as both of you wanted to see your first child come into this world, both of you were still enjoying your time baby free. You, obviously, were in a rush to get them out of you. Dick also was ready to get them out of you, but he was enjoying his freedom.

Once he finished washing his face he started brushing his teeth, hearing the TV play lightly in the background whilst you prepared yourself for bed.

He was in his own head, thinking of who his baby could possibly look more like. Deep down inside he wanted a babygirl. Wanted her to look just like you, mocha skin, dark curls and blue eyes and that beautiful smile of yours. He had an assumption that she was gonna be bold, confident, funny, smart, stubborn and driven with determination. She was, of course, gonna be a mixture of both of you.

Just as Dick spits the paste out in the sink, he hears a sudden splash against the wooden floor. He smiles while wiping his mouth with the face towel and jokingly asks, "Did you slip water again? I swear to god, woman.." he huffs, turning the light off, "if I had a dollar for every time you slip water, I'd be richer than Bruce." Dramatic ass.

Dick was gonna say way more but when he comes around the corner and halts in place, frowning and staring at what's before him...he feels his heart drop.

"D-Dick...?"

You could barely utter a word, barely say his name above a terrified whisper. You were so stuck in shock that you barely recognized the pain shooting through your body at first, legs shaking and soaking wet...as if someone had splashed water all over them.

And like on cue, you both make eye contact.

"My water just broke." You say nervously with shaky breaths, holding onto the dresser for leverage as you feel yourself start to buckle.

And Dick, out of shock, fear and terror, utters, "I WAS JUST KIDDING!!!"

"I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS GONNA HAPPEN LITERALLY!!!"

After all the numerous phone calls, rushing you to the hospital and being by your side for the entirety of the process, it was safe to say the pregnancy was a success.

Mr and Mrs. Grayson welcomed a healthy babygirl.

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃

𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 ©𝐦𝐭𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

[nick-writes-stuff]

20 Questions

Hwang In-ho x gn!reader

summary: You and Young-il made a quick but strong connection during the games, both being observant and quick-witted. He was fascinated by your shift from selflessness to self-preservation after the attempted uprising. When you make it out of the games, In-ho invites you to play one last game with him, and how could you resist?

!warnings: mentions of canon-typical violence, manipulation/lying to an extent, swearing

a/n: I'M SO EXCITED FOR THIS ONE! i'm working on another in-ho one after this. it's gonna be a follow-up to the one-sided reunion!! hope you enjoy <3

While in the games, you were quickly inspired by Gi-hun's plans to try to save everyone. You tried to help as many people as you could, and when you weren't helping, you were observing.

In-ho quickly took notice of your curiosity. You could be looking around the room but still be able to hold a conversation with one of your allies. He watched your face scrunch up in confusion after he predicted the next number in Mingle. The others were convinced with his explanation, but you were still hung up on it, and he could tell.

You and Young-il really hit it off. You both were practically attached at the hip. While others kept watch in near silence, you both talked in hushed whispers the whole time. You wanted to know everything about him. You really liked him. He would always do nice things for you, like offering you his milk before asking anyone else or sticking up for you when anyone slighted you. While you were with him, it made this place seem less like hell.

When they were asking for volunteers for the uprising, he had expected you to volunteer quickly, but you didn't. You stood quietly near Geum-ja and her son, trying to avert your gaze. You just had a bad feeling about this. And you were right, seeing as only Dae-ho and Hyun-ju would make it back alive.

Hearing the words “Player 1, eliminated” shook you to your core. You went quiet after that, hardly talking to anyone even as Jun-hee tried to comfort you.

After the mutiny, the games continued, and they were even more horrific. Not only were you socially distant, but you no longer had your selfless nature either. You wanted out of the games, but if the Os were gonna keep you in here, then you were willing to do what you needed to do. You didn't want them to ruin your life, but the decisions you made would certainly haunt you. By that point, there were only seven of you left. You, Jun-hee, Hyun-ju, Dae-ho, Player 7, Thanos's promoter, and another O who you didn't know. Even though there were 2 Os, it was a unanimous vote. Their greed was sated with the 6.41 billion won they got to walk away with. The idea that any of you got to take the cash was sickening, but especially those two.

You didn't know what would happen once you voted to leave. Gi-hun hadn't mentioned what happened after he won. Part of you thought you would be killed immediately. But you weren't. You were all led into the room behind the rolling door. Then you heard a hiss as the tranquilizer gas flooded the room.

-

You expected to wake up somewhere in Seoul. Maybe in the van that you got into to travel to the games in the first place. But you woke up in a rather comfortable armchair in a small but luxurious apartment.

You looked around, trying to get a sense of what kind of place you were in. There was a small model of a jazz club, a rotary phone, and a couch facing several large monitors.

“I was wondering how long you'd be out for.”

You froze for a moment. You didn't even need to turn around to know who it was. Well, did you really know him? You did turn around and met his gaze. He was undeniably Young-il, but he had been able to clean himself up since you saw him last. He was clean-shaven, and his hair was slicked back with gel. He was in all black like he was about to go to the funeral for the 448 other players who died. It was difficult, but you tried not to admire his new appearance.

The fact that he was still alive and seemingly in a position of power in the games was frightening. He was lying to all of you the whole time, concealing his true identity. Was anything he said to you real? Was it all manipulation like everything else? Your heart ached when you realized he was probably playing you just like he was everyone else.

“Why am I here?” You asked. Your face and tone were neutral. You concealed the spiral your thoughts were going down.

He sat down across from you, holding a glass of alcohol in his hand. “I was hoping we could play a game.” He said.

You narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously.

He smirked at your reaction. You tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. “Humor me?” He asked.

You weren't entirely certain about this. He probably wasn't going to kill you. He could have done that already. But you figured there had to be some kind of catch. “What game?” You asked.

“20 questions.” He said.

This confused you more. “Like the icebreaker game?”

He nodded. “I ask you 10 questions and you ask me 10 questions. And we have to answer honestly.” He said.

“Are you just using this as an excuse to talk to me?” You asked. He seemed somewhat shocked at your question. “Why does everything need to be games with you people?” You asked. You wanted to remain neutral, but your face betrayed you as your lips curled into a smirk.

He laughed. That was probably the first time he had laughed since before the bathroom brawl in the games. “You know, it is kind of our thing here.” He quipped.

“What's the catch?” You asked. There had to be an ulterior motive behind this, right? It seemed like everything he did had an ulterior motive.

He chuckled. “We both get what we want. You get answers. I get insight.”

“Why is my insight so important to you?” You asked. Your tone was genuine. Gi-hun had never mentioned anything like this happening when he won the games. This was clearly a special occasion here.

“You impressed me. You are clever and analytical, but you still have a selfless and heroic nature. Not many players have both. Watching you play was fascinating.” He said. His tone was also genuine. You felt your cheeks heat up, blushing due to the praise.

You should hate him. He orchestrated the horrific death games you just took part in, and he's likely responsible for the deaths of thousands of other struggling people. He killed your friends. He had only lied and deceived and manipulated you. So how could you possibly want to talk to him? Why did you feel giddy at the fact you impressed him?

You gave a soft smile. “Okay.” You agreed.

He smiled as well. “Since you're my guest, I think you should go first.” He offered.

“What's your name?” You asked quickly. You chuckled, “Because we both know it's not Young-il.”

He laughed. “Yeah, that wasn't my strongest cover. My name is In-ho.”

You repeated him, testing out his true name. He loved hearing it in your voice.

“Now that we're on a first name basis,” He started, that line getting a chuckle from you. “Which game would you say was your favorite?

You answered instinctively with “Six-legged pentathlon” without even thinking of how messed up that question was. People died in that game. That experience should have been traumatic, but you considered it your favorite?

He only nodded in response. You didn't know if that was a good or a bad thing. “Have you ever played in the games before this time?” You asked him.

He smirked. “Yeah I have. I won back in 2018. What made you think that?” He asked.

“Is that your next question?” You asked cheekily. A mischievous grin plastered your face.

He rolled his eyes. “Is that your next question?” He repeated with a slight glare, but you could easily tell he was messing with you.

“Three reasons. One: You were just really calm and unphased by everything. Two: You beat the shit out of Thanos easily. Three: You killed that man during Mingle, and you just had a look in your eye. Like it wasn't the first time you were forced into that situation.” You explained.

He hummed in acknowledgement. “Astute observations.” He mused before continuing. “Why do you think I rejoined the games?”

You thought for a moment. “I feel like watching Gi-hun was the main reason, but you kind of always seemed like you were just pushing his buttons. It's like you were testing him almost.” You said, trailing a bit at the end as you tried to figure out how you wanted to phrase it.

He didn't respond. You took that as a sign to continue on with the game.

You sighed. “Why did you join the games?” You asked. You made a face like you were thinking before clarifying, “Like back in 2018, I mean.”

He frowned slightly. You thought you asked a question you shouldn't have, but he was only reacting to the memory he was recalling.

“Before I joined, I was married with a kid on the way. But I got laid off from my job, and my wife got really sick and… treatments were expensive. I racked up debt quickly, and soon, I got a business card.” He said.

You sighed. “That sounds awful. I'm so sorry. Is she okay?” You said softly. You shouldn't feel sympathy for him. You could see his jaw clench slightly as he took a sip of his drink.

He decided not to mention that it was his turn to ask a question. He shook his head. “No. After I won, I rushed to the hospital and… they were both gone.” He said, voice notably quieter. He took a swig of the drink. He wasn't mad. He was just bitter, and he didn't like to think of her often. You felt bad for even asking in the first place. You should have known better than to ask that. Before you could apologize for overstepping with a personal question, he dished one to you as well.

“Which player did you trust the most?” He said. He already knew the answer. He just wanted to hear it from you.

You swallowed hard, eyes moving to watch you fidgeting with your fingers. “You.” You looked up to see him smirking at your answer. For some reason, that smirk really ate at you. He's so happy that his deceit and manipulation paid off, isn't he?

He was just glad the feeling he felt was mutual.

You didn't try to elaborate or explain. You just kept going. Maybe the tension would let up after a bit.

“How did you become the… what did Gi-hun call it?” You asked, failing to remember the exact words.

“The Front Man?” He offered.

You nodded, “Yeah, that's the word. How did you get the job as the Front Man?”

“It wasn't unlike joining the games. One day, I got a business card telling me to go to a specific location. There I met the Host and we talked. He was impressed by my performance in the games, and he said I had potential. I was still angry at the world for everything, and I said yes.” He said. He didn't delve into it deeper because he knew the specifics wouldn't make him sound great. Maybe it was wrong to spin the truth, but there was no way you could figure out it's a lie.

“A follow-up to my last question: who in our alliance did you trust the least?” He asked. This was the first question that was a leading one. He wanted to see if you had any distrust in your team even though you seemed you would have taken a bullet for them.

You took a deep breath. “If I'm being honest-”

“The rules require honesty.” He said, smirking.

You glared at him with little malice. “It's a turn of phrase.” You said shortly. “As I was saying…”

“I never really knew how I felt about Gi-hun.” You said.

He hid his reaction, but internally, he had a shit-eating grin. It was almost like the end of a rivalry. Gi-hun's method didn't work. He was able to gain your trust, and the man who thought he could convince everyone to play the game fairly. It wasn't as black and white as Gi-hun had thought.

You grimaced at your statement, making a noise like you weren't sure. You felt bad talking bad about him when he was trying his best to help everyone around him. “I mean, I just felt like he knew too much, and he was holding out on us. Like at some point, he wouldn't warn us of danger just so he could get ahead.” You said. You didn't think that made you feel any better about saying that, but then you thought of something else.

“Wait, what happened to him? And Jung-bae, too. We never saw them get eliminated.” You asked.

He raised the glass to his lips. You were starting to think he took a drink anytime he didn't want to answer a question.

“Jung-bae died in the mutiny, and Gi-hun is as good as dead. The VIPs have plans for him.” He said tensely. His choice of words only left you with many more questions, but you didn't have the chance to ask any of them.

“Do you regret anything you did to win in the games?” His face was neutral, and it put you on edge for some reason.

You took a deep breath before meeting his gaze. You shook your head. You did things in the games that you would never admit to another person, but that doesn't mean you regretted it. “I did what I had to.” You said quietly.

He nodded. “I understand the feeling.” He said, tone just as soft as the nights spent on watch with him. Your heart fluttered at the sound.

You continued the game after a moment. “Was the mutiny something you planned?” You asked.

“We knew Gi-hun would try something, so we made a procedure. But we didn't make it happen ourselves.” He said. That was true. He knew Gi-hun had the mindset to try to take them down. He tracked the Recruiter for 3 years until he managed to find him and kill him. The takeover was also always intended to be when Young-il was eliminated, no matter how soon it happened.

“Speaking of Gi-hun, you seemed to think the same way he did toward the beginning of the games, but something eventually shifted in you. I noticed that after you thanked me for killing that man during Mingle. What started that shift in your thinking?” He asked. He was very interested in your answer to this question.

“I just wanted to get out. Gi-hun tried to make that happen, but in the end it didn't work.” You said. You began fidgeting with your fingers, afraid to look him in the eye. You hated the fact that you were willing to do the things that you did, but you would do that again in a heartbeat because you're safe now. “After the mutiny when we voted and the Xs still lost, something broke in me. If they weren't going to let us leave, then I needed to take matters into my own hands.” You murmured. You wiped a stray tear from your cheek as covertly as you could.

He hated seeing you cry. He wished he could take back the question, but that's not possible. He decided to try to break the tension and give the conversation time to breathe. “I just realized that I never asked. Is there anything I can get you?” He asked. His eyes were full of concern.

You cleared your throat before speaking. “Some water would be nice.” You said softly.

As he stood up to retrieve it, you started taking deep breaths to try to regain your composure. You looked around the room, and your eyes landed on the model of a jazz club. The musician figures looked to be small animatronics. You didn't even hear him reenter the room.

“It's a music box.” He said. You jumped a bit at his voice. He chuckled at your reaction. You smiled sheepishly. He took a step toward you, holding out a water bottle to you. You took it from him with a soft, “Thank you.”

He sat down at his chair as you took a sip of the drink. You didn't realize how thirsty you were.

“I believe it's your turn to ask a question.” He said.

You spoke as you twisted the cap onto the bottle. “Were you actually in danger while you were playing the games?”

He thought about it for a moment. “We planned for mostly everything in the games themselves, but if something had happened in the dorms, I couldn't do much about it.” He said.

You nodded. “I thought so. You weren't even in Red Light Green Light.” You said.

He was genuinely surprised by the fact you realized. “I didn't think anyone would have noticed that.”

You laughed. “I was trying to observe as much as possible at the beginning, and I definitely would have noticed you.” You said it without thinking but then realized what your words meant. Your cheeks flushed, and in a desperate attempt to break eye contact, you took a drink from your water.

In-ho was growing concerned about the feeling inside his stomach. He would have pegged it as a somatic symptom if it wasn't in this situation. Were there butterflies in his stomach? After you implied you found him attractive? He wasn't used to this feeling. It had been years since he experienced this. It reminded him of meeting his wife, but this felt even more exhilarating. He had thought he'd never feel it again, so getting to encounter this long forgotten feeling amplified it tenfold.

The quiet and intimate tension was getting to be too much for you, so you tried to change the subject. “You never told me. What song does the music box play?”

He cleared his throat. “Um, it's Fly Me to the Moon.” He said, trying desperately to keep his voice from wavering.

“Like the Sinatra song?” You asked.

He nodded. “I can turn it on if you want to hear it.” He offered.

“No, it's okay.” You said. You looked over to the music box before back at him. “I don't want to delay the game, you know.” You murmured, hoping it would get you both back on track.

You wanted to be distracted from the fact you feared he was messing with your feelings even now.

He nodded. “Yeah, of course.” He murmured. “What is this? Question 14 now?” He asked. You nodded.

Neither of you would say it, but you both wished you had decided on a higher number.

“What do you have planned when you go back to your normal life?” He asked.

You were a bit taken aback from the non-related question. It seemed unrelated to you, but he was asking to see if you had anything to return to.

“Um…” You trailed. “I mean, I have some debt to square away. I don't really have anything else out there.” You said. You realized this was moving in a negative direction, so you pivoted. “I always wanted to open a bakery, though.” You said. That had always been your first thought when daydreaming about what you would do if you won the lottery. Well, until your debt, that is.

It felt wrong to say it, but he was glad you didn't have anything to fall back on.

“My turn.” You said. You thought for a moment before asking your question. “What is the philosophy behind the games?” You asked. You had a general idea, but you wanted to hear it from him.

He sighed. This felt like a precarious position to be in. One wrong word, and you could turn on him. “My predecessor started the games because he thought it was the best way to change society. He was giving them a chance to change their life, and if they couldn't seize it, then killing them was mercy. In the outside world, they would be suffering slowly as they got more into debt.” He said. He phrased that carefully, implying that he didn't entirely agree. He had hoped his phrasing had flown under the radar, but it didn't.

“What do you think about that? Do you think that could be true?” He asked you.

“Is that your question?” You asked, genuinely trying to see if that's what he intended. He nodded.

You took a deep breath. “I definitely don't think it's as black and white as your predecessor thought it was.” You said. You took a sip from your water. “I don't know if I agree on the mercy part. None of that felt like mercy. But I guess that would be better than organ harvesting.”

He tried not to react to your words, but he was glad you were able to rationalize it. Your view was still fluid, not as rigid. It would be easy to sway you. He hated phrasing it like that, but that was technically what he was doing.

You looked over at him. “What about you? Do you think it's the right thing?” You asked.

He sighed softly. “There was a period where I got disillusioned and thought there was a better way.” He said. He finished the drink in his hand, leaning to set the empty glass on a nearby end table. “But after seeing the games end by a vote and seeing the number of people who choose to return… I think this is the right thing for society.”

Your eyes widened slightly. “That's an option?”

He nodded. “If Gi-hun would have had his way after Red Light Green Light, the players would have been given a chance to return.” He said. He saw an opportunity to make a case for the games. “You know, in Gi-hun's games they voted to leave after the first game. 93% of them returned. Even Gi-hun came back.” He said.

You took a second to process that. “That's…” you said, not being able to convey your thoughts. The words just couldn't come together.

He looked over at you. “If we had voted to leave after the first game, would you have come back to play again?” That wasn't one of the questions he had prepared (and yes, he did prepare questions), but it seemed like a fitting follow-up.

You fidgeted with the cap of the water bottle you were holding. “As much as I wanted to get out, I think I would have realized that this was my chance if I had to go back out and face it all.” You said softly.

This was the last question. There was one question that had been weighing on your mind. You couldn't stop thinking about it, but you also couldn't make yourself ask it. The idea had filled you with anxiety and doubt, but now that this could very well be the last time you spoke to him, you built up the courage to ask it.

“This has been weighing on my mind the whole time…” You began, “And I didn't want to ask, but I think this is my last shot.” You felt your eyes well up with tears, and you willed them not to fall. You met his gaze, and his dark eyes filled with concern.

“I thought we had some kind of connection back in the games. The hushed whispers on the night watch and the protectiveness during Mingle.” You started, trying your best to keep your voice from breaking.

His eyes widened slightly. It wasn't at your statement itself, but just the fact he was realizing the feeling was mutual after all. But your next words chipped away at his typically hardened exterior.

“Was any of that real or were you just fucking with me the whole time?” At that you started crying even though you felt like an idiot for doing so. Your hands were starting to tremble somewhat and your eyes focused on them to avoid looking him in the eye. “I'm just scared that I was just a game to you too.” You murmured softly.

In an instant, he sprung from his seat. He knelt in front of you, looking up into your eyes. “Hey, look at me.” He said quietly, reaching his hand to your face. His hand rested on your cheek, gently moving your head to look at him while also using his thumb to wipe the tears from your face.

You were shaking now, but your eyes gazed into his, and there was something so calming about the moment. Your face almost felt electric from the soft contact.

“I meant everything I said and did, okay? Every interaction I had with you was genuine, and it was the first time I felt comfortable being myself around another person in a very long time.” He said. You noticed his eyes getting glassy as well, but you didn't say anything about it. “I'm so glad the feeling is mutual.” His voice was soft, and it made you melt. But then you realized what he said.

“It is?” You asked, almost dumbfounded. You felt your heart beating out of your chest, unable to contain all of the glee inside of you.

“Why else do you think you're here?” He asked jokingly. You smiled shyly. “I don't do this for just anyone.” He wiped a stray tear from your cheek. It was a happy one this time.

After a moment, you spoke up. “You have one last question to ask.” You said. You were mostly joking, but his knowing look and smirk made you feel somewhat anxious but mostly excited.

He met your eyes. “Do you want to stay here with me?” He asked. He took a deep breath. “You don't have to help with the games at all. You can just stay with me in the apartment and-” He was cut off by your arms wrapping around him. You had moved off the chair and fell to your knees. You buried your face in the crook of his neck. The smell of his cologne was calming.

He pulled you into an embrace as well. He took that as your answer.

In the end, he could hear Il-nam's voice in the back of his mind telling him that In-ho won the game. Just like Gi-hun, you decided to continue playing games with people's lives. Gi-hun watched that homeless man suffer in the cold on the night of Il-nam's death, and you gave In-ho your thoughts on the games, knowing he would use the information to adapt and improve the games.

But that wasn't in the forefront of his mind, not even close. He wasn't even thinking about the games at all. He was just happy that his position in the games didn't ruin the first genuine connection he had made in the last 7 years. He was thinking about the fact that holding you felt so right. You gave him a spark of hope that he hadn't felt in a very long time.

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How would it be losing your virginity to the straw hat men? (NSFW)

(Minors do not interact)

Hey everyone! I decided to try making some NSFW/smut headcanons (I still don't know the difference between the two). This is my first time doing it and probably the last.

I also made one for Brook, but it ended up being too long to include with these (and I wasn’t sure if it would be weird that I made one with him), so I decided not to put it here. If you want me to post it, let me know in the comments!

I just want to remind you that I’m not a native English speaker, so there might be some spelling mistakes or words/names that I use incorrectly. I hope you like them!

Summary:

You and your crew mate are alone for the first time on the Sunny Go while the other Straw Hats have gone to town to buy something you all needed. You both take this opportunity to have a day of pleasure. However, this will be your first time having sex. How will each of them deal with this situation?

Character Index

Luffy; Zoro; Usopp; Sanji; Franky;

CW

Afab reader; smut; Kissing; masturbation; mutual masturbation; oral sex;

Luffy

It would be his first time too, which makes it exciting for both of you.

You have to tell him to start slowly and carefully so as not to hurt you, because he didn't even know he could hurt you.

He gets a little scared and thinks about whether he really wants to have sex with you. But you reassure him and tell him that you really want to do it with him.

He's happy with what you said, he gains courage and you both start the act.

He quickly takes off his clothes and watches you do the same. He is amazed at your body as you take off your bra and then your panties.

He moves over your chest, caressing the fat of your breasts and then your nipples. When he is done playing with them he moves down, spreads your legs, and finds your private part.

He watches for a moment and then starts caressing your clit, but soon he has a better idea: he puts his head between your legs and starts sucking you as if he were starving, licking the juices from your vagina, and making noises that make you feel embarrassed.

He makes you cum with his mouth. You moan as he watches you, happy and proud to have made you satisfied.

You sit on the bed and return the favor. First you put his member up and start sucking his testicles. He puts his hands in your hair and grabs your head. Then you lick from his balls to the tip of his penis and try to put it all in your mouth, but you end up choking and quickly pull it out.

You feel embarrassed by the sound you made, but he bends down and kisses your mouth. He looks back at you and you gain confidence and start sucking his dick again. It is big and for a moment you can't even breathe.

Fluids begin to drip from his cock into your mouth, which mixes with your saliva, and from your mouth onto the floor.

He grabs your head with both hands and starts to shove his penis inside your mouth. He goes deeper and deeper, which almost makes you vomit. He does it faster and faster until you feel his cum dripping down your throat.

He cums a lot, let his penis stay in your mouth for a few more seconds, and then slides it out of your mouth. He lies down, panting and you lie down next to him.

"So this is it?" – You think, still unsatisfied. Not that it was bad, you came and so did he, but something was missing. What you really wanted was him inside you. He notices your thoughtful state and decides to ask you what you were thinking. You decide to tell him the truth and he smiles.

He climbs on top of you and starts kissing your mouth, still with traces of his semen on it, and you both kiss until you are breathless. When you pull away from each other, saliva connects your mouths.

You can already feel his member getting harder, so you decide to pull him to lie down on the bed again and start giving hickeys on his neck, then you move on to his nipples and start directing your kisses to his belly. When you reach his member, he is ready to fuck you.

He puts the head of his penis at your entrance. He applies force and slowly enters you. When he's inside you, he can't hold back and slowly starts rocking his hips against you.

He feels the need to grab you all the time, whether it's your waist, your ass, your breasts or even hug you while he eats you out.

When he starts to get closer to cum he starts to get more and more breathless. He cums suddenly, to your surprise and his. He lies down next to you, this time more tired than before.

"Shishishi, that was really good! We have to do it again." – he puts his arms around you and kisses your face.

Zoro

Since Zoro knows it's your first time, he tries to make it special, even if it's something simple. No, he didn't put rose petals on the bed, he just wanted to make sure he spoils you and makes you comfortable and ready for him. He starts by kissing you, but it's a little clumsy since he has almost no experience.

He starts by taking off your shirt and pants, watches you for a moment and smiles. You were beautiful like that. He couldn't believe that you trusted him so much that you would let him take your virginity.

After taking off your bra he sucks on your nipples while massaging your clitoris. The fabric of your panties rubs against it and you moan with pleasure.

Then he takes off your panties that were already soaked in your juices. When he sees that you're ready, he looks at you with a serious expression and asks if this is really what you want to do.

When you say yes, he starts the act itself.

He positions his cock with his right hand at the entrance of your vagina. He looks at you as he slowly inserts his penis into you, while trying to unravel your thoughts.

When he enters you completely, he immediately asks if you're okay. you tell him it hurts and he gets restless and asks if you want him to stop. You have to tell him no and reassure him that you really want to do this with him. If you kiss him at that moment, he'll be even more in love with you.

He starts slowly to avoid hurting you as much as possible, and he kisses you very tenderly. He makes repetitive movements with his hips, thrusting his cock in and out of your vagina while moaning and whispering.

You start to caress your clit and feel the pleasure taking over your body. When he starts to get ready do cum, he gets on top of you, almost crushing you with his weight, and starts to make faster and more abrupt movements. You put your hands on his back and start to dig your nails into his flesh. He starts to whisper your name repeatedly in your ear.

He cums with is dick completely inside of you, but he doesn't pull his member out of you right away. He leaves it there for a little longer and looks at you, caresses your cheek and kisses you.

Then he pulls away from you and asks you if you’ve cum. When you say no, he gets between your legs and starts sucking your clit. You were already sensitive to his touch, so your sighs turned into moans and your moans turned into screams. You cum. You try to close your legs but Zoro’s face prevents you from doing so. You trembled with pleasure as your hand grabbed his hair and squeezed it against your entrance.

When you let him go, he pulls away and you see that the area around his mouth and chin is completely wet with your juices. He lies down next to you and wipes his mouth with his arm. He has a smile on his face.

He pulls you into a hug. After resting in bed for a while, he starts overthinking a little.

"Did you like it?" You have to reassure him that you liked it and that you wouldn’t have wanted to do this with anyone else but him.

"You were very good..." he says as he kisses you affectionately.

Usopp

He is extremely nervous. Besides being his first time, it was also yours, which meant it could hurt you, and he didn't want to hurt you. Plus, he's afraid he won't be good enough. What if he can't make you cum? You had to reassure him that you wanted to do this with him and no one else, that you were ready for him.

You're the one who has to make the first move. You start by kissing him as you both lie down on the bed.

When you are both lying down, you start to caress his penis through his pants. As you touch him, you feel that it is already hard. He whispers your name and you hear the pleasure in his voice.

You start to take off his pants and underwear. He looks at you, not knowing what to do, but he soon takes off his shirt. When you make his cock erect, you look at him and smile, but he is insecure. He thinks you are maybe laughing at him. Realizing that he was getting insecure, you decide to kiss the tip of his dick.

He is surprised, he wasn't expecting you to do that. And then you start to masturbate him. You wrap your hand around his penis and start making repetitive movements. His hips move on their own, pleasure takes over his body and when he is about to cum, he takes your shoulders and lays you on your back on the bed. He's now on top of you, naked, with his erect member exposed.

"I-It's not fair that I'm all naked and you're not yet..."– He tries to sound confident in his speech, but he fails.

You smile at him and tell him that he's the one that has to undress you. He blushes but nods. He starts by taking off your shirt, but the shirt gets stuck on your head and you both laugh about it. Then he looks at your chest with your bra on and swallows hard.

"Wow," – he says, as he lowers his head to kiss you on the mouth. – "You're beautiful..." – He pulls away from you and gets a little embarrassed to unbutton your pants. You grab his hands and guide them to your pants.

He takes them off and stares at your underwear. His penis twitches. He moves close to your entrance. Your underwear was already soaked. He feels proud of himself for knowing that you're like this because of him and gets even more excited.

He then takes a deep breath and takes off your underwear. You spread your legs and expose your intimate part so he can see better. Your hips are already moving on their own, you were dying to have him inside you. Seeing you rocking your body, he asks if you're really ready, if you really think this it's a good idea.

You pull his head down with one hand and kiss him, and with the other you pull his penis close to your entrance.

Getting the hint, he looks at you, holds his member with his hand, positions it and slips it it inside os you, slowly and steady. You both moan, and he lets his penis stay inside you until you say he can move.

When you give him permission, he starts to move against you. You notice that he tries not to touch you and that bothers you, so you move one of his hands to your ass and the other to your chest. He almost came right there.

You continued to venture out for a while, he gained more confidence and began to massage your clitoris.

When you both start to reach your limit, you both look at each other, he kisses you passionately and, almost at the same time, you both cum.

He takes his penis out of you and lies down next to you, while you both sigh deeply, you two are very tired.

He looks at you with so much love in his eyes and, let's be honest, with tears in his eyes. He can't believe he found someone as wonderful as you, who trusted him with her body.

He kisses your cheek and hugs you.

"I love you so much, you know that?"

Sanji

You enter the room and are amazed at what you see. Rose petals made a path towards the bed, candles lit the room and there was relaxing music in the background. You hug Sanji and he hugs you back.

Then you look at him and start kissing him passionately, guiding him towards the bed. Already lying down, amidst the kisses that devoured you, you start to get excited. He puts one hand on your waist and another on your face, but suddenly, perhaps because he feels your body moving indecently, he stops and looks at you with a serious look.

"Did something happened?" – You ask, thinking you have done something that upset him.

"Are you sure you want to do this? Are you really sure? I would wait for you until the end of times, you know that, don't you? So don't feel press-" – You put your finger in front of his mouth, stopping him from talking any further.

You tell him you're sure you want to have sex with him. He smiles and hugs you, promising an unforgettable night. He takes off your shirt with relative ease, and stops kissing you for a few seconds so he can remove the shirt from your body.

Then he looked at you and saw your breasts hidden by your bra. He almost starts to bleed from his nose.

"You're... You're so Gorgeous!" - He says, as he starts to undo your pants and take them off. After he taked them off and your bra too, he puts one leg between yours and starts sucking on your nipple while playing with the other.

You start to get hotter and hotter, and your head feels light. Your hips started moving on their own again, but this time you had Sanji's leg resting on your lady parts. You rub your clit against his leg, bouncing on him fast.

He turns his attention to your lips and kisses them wildly. Your tongues intertwine with each other and he sucks it. But when you're almost at your climax, he removes his leg, with his pants already wet, with a smile on his face.

He spreads your legs and takes a closer look at your panties. They were soaked. Sanji lightly touches your clit, but just when you thought he was going to continue, he stops. You look at him, a little angry, and he laughs at your reaction. He takes off your panties and, again, almost has a thrill seeing your vagina without being covered.

He grabs your legs and quickly lifts them towards his face. He buries his mouth at your entrance and begins to suck your clitoris. You were almost reaching your climax, so it was only a matter of time before you came.

He lowers the lower part of your body and presses it against the sheets, and you can see the mischievous smile on his face and his flushed cheeks.

You sit down and go towards him. You start kissing him and take off his shirt and pants, leaving him in just his boxers. You start to massage his already hard penis with your hand and he sighs with his lips still on yours.

Then you stop kissing him and take off his underwear, leaving him naked. You grab his dick and start making repetitive movements, up and down. He puts his hand on top of your hand and corrects you.

"You're doing a great job, but do it like this..."- With your hand on his dick, you start to massage him as he taught you.

You couldn't stop looking at his dick, and you started wondering how would it taste like.

He notices that you're thinking and asks if you want him to stop. You say no, and you tell him what you were thinking. He smiles when he hears your answer.

"Do you want to try it?" – He responds excitedly. You say yes and you put your head down. You take a deep breath and slowly put your mouth around his cock. You tried to stay like that, but you had to take it out of your mouth right away.

You gag and you felt embarrassed. He notices and starts caressing your cheeks. You look at him and Sanji smiles at you affectionately. You put it in your mouth again, starting to suck it slowly. He says to use your tongue and lips more.

You do this and start to speed up the rite. He starts moaning a lot, and saying how good you are. You stop, much to his displeasure, and say you're ready.

You lie on your back and he gets on top of you. He starts to sweat nervously. Even though he has done this before, it was your first time. He didn't want to ruin your experience or even hurt you, so he started to get worried.

You pull his face close to yours and give him a small kiss of encouragement. He dips his face into your neck, positions his penis at the entrance to your vagina with his hand and presses it inside you. Slowly, he got closer and closer to you until his dick was completely buried in your vagina. It hurts a little and is uncomfortable.

He sees your expression and asks if everything is okay. You say yes, but ask him not to move yet. He listens to your request and only starts moving when you tell him to. Still slowly, he enters and exits your vagina, repeats this movement, and you hear him moaning like you've never heard him before.

Your wet pussy filled with his dick made inappropriate sounds. He puts his finger on top of your clit and starts stroking it, while slowly fucking you. When he saw you were getting closer to cumming he started to be a little faster in his movements.

You put your legs around him and ride his cock until you reach your climax. You tremble with pleasure and he seems happy to see you like this. When you stop, he asks if you want him to continue penetrating you or if you prefer him to do it on another way, since he was also almost ready to cun.

You give him permission and he continues to fuck your vagina. About a minute later, he cums.

He takes it out and puts his dick back inside you while moaning. You feel happy. He lays besides you and kisses you, now a calmer kiss but still full of affection. Then he kisses your forehead and asks if you liked it and, when you say yes, he is relieved and happy.

"You did so well."

Franky

You enter his room and he starts kissing you tenderly, with one hand on your cheek and the other on your waist, leading you towards his bed. When you were already there, he picked you up and laid you down on the bed, got on top of you and continued kissing you.

You stay like that for a while until you start to feel his erection touching your leg. You automatically go to touch his dick with your hand.

He stops kissing you, looks at you with a huge smile on his face and says "Already exploring, aren't you?".

You are embarrassed and take your hand off his dick, but he directs your hand there again. You start to caress him and he kisses you again. Then he gives you hickeys on your neck and asks you to sit down so he can take off your shirt. Then he takes off your pants and leaves you in just your bra and panties.

He looks at you and is dazzled by your body. He looks at you for a few seconds and you feel embarrassed.

"You look beautiful !" – He said, noticing your discomfort. he rapidly kisses you and takes off your bra and starts massaging your breast. You put your arms around his neck and let him kiss you.

At first he just played with them, but then he asked if he could suck them. You nodded and he started to do it: with one hand he caressed one of your breasts, with the other he held the other and sucked the tip of your nipple.

After a while he stops and looks at you, this time with a more serious look. You see the concern in his eyes. You cup his cheeks and give him a little kiss on the lips, and say that you really want to do this with him.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"– He asks to make sure you still want to do this and don't have change your mind or got scared halfway through.

You had already talked about it and he knew you really wanted this, but he needed to be sure before doing something that had no way back.

"Yes, I'm sure this is what I want to do" – you say and he smiles. You take off his shirt, and he helps you out. He takes advantage of you sitting down and takes off your bra and then your panties.

"You're suuuuper cute!" he says looking at your body which, compared to him, was small and, to him, seemed fragile. He starts kissing you passionately. Your tongues intertwine while he massages your clit. He makes circular and repetitive movements, and you start to get wetter. You start to moan more loudly.

Upon hearing your moans he stops caressing you, he takes off your panties, opens your legs and gets between them. You look at the naked man with his cock already erect in front of you and you feel even more desire for him.

He sees your hips moving on their own and his dick twitch. He positions with his hand his penis at your entrance and then puts just the tip inside you and looks at you with hesitation. You look at him again with your eyes full of desire and he sees that as a cue to enter you completely.

You feel a pain you've never felt before, as his cock fills your vagina. You make a face of pain and he, when realizes it, kisses you to try to calm you down.

After a while he starts to move and begins to repeatedly tuck his dick into your pussy. Your pain continued for a while, but soon turned into pleasure.

You put your legs around him, your bodies going against each other, you put your hands on his back and he starts to caress your clitoris with one of his big finger.

After a while he asks if you want to try another position. You say yes and he demonstrates the position you have to make, which makes you laugh.

He puts your body against yours and gets on top of you, unable to control his desire, almost crushing you beneath his large body.

"You're doing great..." – He says between moans. Both of you start to moan louder and louder, and soon he reaches his climax.

He looks at you with a big smile and he caress your face, lost in your gaze. As he knows you haven't cum yet, he moves and puts his head between your legs and starts licking and sucking your intimate parts.

You grab his messy hair and start to play with it, moaning with pleasure. He keeps sucking your clit until you cum. You lean his head against your vagina even more while you're cumming , which makes him smile (he finds it extremely hot).

When you finished, you let him move away from yours touch and you saw his mouth dripping your own juices. He lies down next to you and holds you in a big hug, putting his head on your neck and closing his eyes.

"So? How was it?" He asked, despite already knowing your answer. You say it was perfect and he laughs, proud of himself.

[red-takami]

HEYY RED I LOVE YOUR CONTENT

i just came here bc i wanted to ask how bakugo was in your MHA DR

I'm glad you like it 🧌🖤

In 1a I mainly hang out with him, kirishima and a few others like 99% of my free time when I'm not doing something else like sleeping like the dead or fighting for my life somewhere off campus 🌚🙏🏽 me and bakugo had a very rough ish start if I'm being honest. People with big egos just piss me off more than anything else (cough cough because of my Cr dad cough) so I'm always just immediately irritated a bit when I meet people like that so it's nothing surprising. It's okay though because of course later on I moved past that and we ended up alright. When I decided to shift to mha, I basically knew nothing of it fr nor the people I was gunna be surrounded with, I was just focused and excited entirely for the whole quirk and hero shit yk.

People like bakugo, to me, are people that you will need to have patience and understanding if you want to befriend them (it feels weird talking about him like I'm giving advice to single mothers out there or sum about how to deal with an unruly kid 😭 I promise guys seriously he's not that bad at all he's a very good guy especially later on, which is why I said PATIENCE because again, he's a person that goes through a LOT in a short ass amount of time. Understanding and balancing that with your own standards/personality is key.)

My personal relationship with him is mainly just me tagging along as much as I can and eventually he just let it happen. Same thing with kirishima as well, like the reason why I even put up with his attitude was because I genuinely could see us becoming friends in the future and that's exactly what happened. Before I left, we were the closest we've been since I've been shifting to this Dr, I mainly say this because I started to withdraw from everything, school, our usual training and gym seshs, hanging out together or just being in each other's presence, I just stopped and that's what made me realize that he either got so used to it that he noticed this pretty much immediately, or he actually values our friendship (that was shady ik I'm only half joking)

Hes genuinely a good guy, again, like of course he's got his flaws but so does everyone else. Besides, we're all teenagers dude, of course we're gunna be messy. ESPECIALLY with everything happening like the hero course, and villains getting in the way, legit just making life harder for us than it already is yk.

.....his parents too? My god. I bout moved in and kicked him out of his own damn house honestly, they're both so lovely. Truthfully, they're such a beautiful family, their relationship is something I envy like hell😭. ANYWAYS

I feel like I don't talk/post about my friends back at UA so feel free to ask about any of them.

11:11 as I post this go shift yall

[love-byers]

i’m having byler doubt rn and i can’t stop thinking about mike already knowing that will’s gay and he might’ve realized that over the few months of will being away in between s3-s4

what if the “it’s not my fault you don’t like girls” scene isn’t mike projecting but him sort of having a feeling that will likes him romantically. or mike hearing from el that will is painting for a girl he likes, and then he sees will holding a painting in the airport and realizes, that’s why he was being so awkward. and before someone says “mike saw the painting after the awkward hug with will”, what if he actually saw it the moment he walked closer to them and that’s why he pointed it out right away?

and the whole “that’s because she’s my girlfriend, will” “we’re friends. we’re friends” scene. what if he was trying to reject will without being obvious about it. i know he’s like canonically oblivious but what if he’s not?

this is me asking for reassurance/proofs that counters this because it’s bothering me sm 😭 i have some claims in my head that oppose to these but i guess it’s better to hear it from others

1. if mike was suspecting will was gay in the rain fight then he's being homophobic lmao

same dude that tried to fight a homophobe for talking bad about will takes a jab at will for being gay? what changed? why did mike become mildly homophobic between s1 and s3? bc he got a girlfriend? that's not a great message to send...

and like...come on. look at his face. he's heartbroken because will just said he used to want to spend the rest of his life with mike, but not anymore, because mike has made that out to sound outlandish and clearly doesn't want that. that should be further confirming to mike that will does have feelings for him, and he reacts like this?

and if he does suspect will has feeling for him, wtf is this?? 😭 why is he so giddy about will reaffirming what once made mike think will likes him??

2.

it seems like mike had pre planned how he was going to greet will, which was with a shoulder pat. "i can't hug him, that's weird, isn't it??" which would imply that mike thinks hugging will would be romantic....why? he hugs all his other friends normally with no hesitation. and how could he have figured out will liked him between s3 and s4 if he and will barely spoke? and if that's how he treats will when he thinks will might like him, then he's an asshole! 😭😭

and if mike suspected the painting was for him, he was noticeably upset after will said it wasn't for him

he doesn't seem very happy to have confirmation will doesn't have feelings for him 😭 and he went on to be pissy the whole day because will wasn't talking to him. why is he more worried about his platonic bro than his girlfriend?

like i just said, will not giving him the painting should ease all his worries that will has feelings for him. they're just friends. and then will goes on to ignore him all day. why would he still be in the mindset that will likes him during the rink o mania fight?

and we don't have to theorize what was going on with mike between s3 and s4 and at rink o mania. he tells us

"thanks by the way."

"for what?"

"for knocking some sense into me, i mean was being a total self pitying idiot."

during the rink o mania fight, will is knocking some sense into mike. he's saying will was right about everything.

"hey also, about the last few days--"

"you don't have to say anything. i was being a total jerk to el, i deserved it."

"no. no you didn't deserve anything. listen, the last year has been weird, you know?"

mike goes straight from his behavior towards will to how he felt during their time apart. so the two are connected, clearly, since mike is telling us

"i mean max and lucas and dustin, they're great, they're great, it's just...it's hawkins it's not the same without you. and i feel like maybe i was worrying too much about el...i don't know, maybe i feel like i lost you or something."

mike was acting that way because he desperately missed will and felt like will had left a hole in his life. home didn't feel like home anymore. he was torn up inside over it. and he worried that will wasn't reaching out because of how he'd treated will over the summer (ditching him to hang out with el), and that he'd lost will because of that. he's kicking himself, hating himself because he screwed it all up. and he thinks that at the same time he is torn up missing will, feeling all these big feelings about him, will is unbothered, off making new friends. not only does this make him feel like he's feeling too much for will, but he shifts the blame onto will (because he's a self pitying idiot). he feels like it's his own fault, so he projects onto will and makes it wills fault. he doesn't reach out because he thinks will has grown up and moved on like mike had been encouraging him to do all summer, and he doesn't want will to know about all these deep feelings he's having, like will has left a hole in his life, so he doesn't reach out either. he doesn't want to come off desperate. he begins questioning the nature of his feelings towards will, worrying that it's something more than just friendship. if will doesn't care, why does he? why does he care so much?? what's wrong with him??

so he goes on defense. he is not going to let will know how he's been feeling, he's going act aloof. he's going to act like he doesn't care. we are just friends. i don't feel anything more for you, will. see? i don't even want to hug you, i am very clearly your platonic bro. see, everyone? see, el? see, jonathan? i'm straight and he's my platonic bro friend. he's making a spectacle out of it, because grappling with internalized homophobia. he feels like he needs to prove that he's straight.

however mike is a dumbass and instead of realizing that he was way too in his own head. and considering that treating will that way might hurt his feelings, he just gets angry that will isn't treating him the same. will isn't talking to him. will is acting glum. why?? how does he have the audacity to act sad?? this is all his fault in the first place!! if he hadn't gone off and forgotten about me and made me feel this way then none of this would've happened!! he's got to be doing this on purpose!!

and then in the rink o mania fight, it ticks mike off even more because now will is acting like he did nothing wrong. and then:

"well what about us?"

"what?"

uh oh. this is what mike feared. us?? what about us?? there is no us, that's a romantic thing, and we're friends, totally just friends.

"you called maybe a couple of times. it's been a year, mike. meanwhile el has like a book of letters from you."

"that's because she's my girlfriend, will!"

if mike had sent will letters, it would've been gay...? why? actual straight guys don't have to go out of their way to not be gay💀💀

"and us?"

"we're friends! we're friends!"

mike takes this as will asking what the nature of their relationship is, because that's what mike had been doing the whole time they were apart. it was already fresh in his mind. he was being hypervigilant. but that backfires, because will wasn't questioning that. he merely misses their friendship, because will thinks that's all they'll ever be. if he can never have mike romantically, he at least wants to preserve their friendship.

will never questions the nature of their relationship. he thinks he's got it all figured out. he likes mike, but mike is straight, and that's how it'll always be. they will always be just friends. meanwhile mike is still being a disaster with internalized homophobia, questioning his own feelings and projecting it onto will. he's confused and scared and messy as fuck.

but will knocked some sense into him. will made him realize that all this defensiveness and projection was hurting them. will isn't playing with him, will isn't out to get him, will hasn't moved on from him. will still cares, and mike can just be honest with him. so he is, and that's how we get the talk in wills room. mike is honest and vulnerable and puts it out there that he just misses will and wants to be best friends and stick together. and at the end of the day that's all will wants too.

and also, about mike trying to reject will by saying we're friends, again that's a pretty aggressive and homophobic-ish way to do that don't you think? if mike has will all figured out why is he being an asshole?? most people who suspect a friend has feelings for them do not go on attack mode and shoot down every advance the friend makes, even if they're just platonic. that's the behavior of someone who is projecting

here are some other posts i've made about this topic:

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here

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stay strong my fellow byler warrior, this battle will be over soon

[luvologyy]

Older, just a little bit colder.

Jimmy x innocent/younger reader ˊˎ-

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩

TW!: age gape! (readers in her early/mid 20s, and Jimmy is in his mid 30s.) Corruption kink? Idk sorry didnt double checkkk, innocence kink, Jimmy being a Lil perv, Jimmy being pushy, dark content, etc.

Nsfw! Mdni!! Ahh if you don't like what I write don't interact or leave hate 😁

Credits: divider by cafekitsune !🫶

At first, when you joined the crew, he didn't think much of you. He did notice when everyone would talk to each other, but you'd be distant and not really talk to anyone. He got a little curious.

★ he already has to deal with annoying tasks and the crew members. He hoped you wouldn't be as "annoying and bugging," as he said.

★ You're naturally submissive, listening to everything he tells you to do, “hey, y/n, could you grab that for me?” And without complaining or whining, you nod your head, “yes, sir.” This dude is pussy whipped already

★ he'll stare at you from afar, examining your body, seeing how your employee jumpsuit wraps around your curves. Imagining the most filthiest things about you, then when you'd catch him staring at you, he'd look away IMMEDIATELY like he did nun.

★ he started talking to you more and asking for you to do thingss.. for him. It'll start off innocent like basic stuff around the ship and work.

★ the more he talked to you, the more he noticed on how naive and innocent you were. Not knowing any bad things in this world or any dirty filthy things. He quickly took advantage of it girll

★ he asked you to sit in the cockpit with him, then.. he asked you to sit on his lap. You were skeptical about it, but he assured you it was fine. So you did. You knew he was older, had more experience, so you didn't think anything of it, You trusted him. And plus, he knew you wouldn't say no to him. He'd know you'd say yes to anything..

★ Absolutely feral, down bad for you: you only have to do or say the most innocent minimal of things to make him melt.

★ from my other headcanons, WE ALL KNOW Jimmy's a little pervert. You could make the slightest struggle noise while working or make the slightest facial expressions. He could feel the tent pitched up in his pants, yall..

★ he fantasizes about his hands on your thighs, your soft lips on his, or his hickeys on you. Just the sight of you looking all used up and tired will make him cum in his pants. 100%.

★ he'll watch you work, seeing the way you sit and squat on the floor, the way the fabric your uniform perfectly tightens around your ass. Yeah this dudes A PERVVV I TELL YOU

★ whenever you're not around, he'll sneak into your room and go through your things, like clothes or whatever. He'll find a shirt of yours or panties and steal them. YUP DUDES A PANTY STEALER!

★ once he gets comfortable around you, he'll start making Hella innopropriate jokes or comments about you while he's talking to you. He knows you won't understand, so it makes it better for him. He makes comments like "any guy that gets to fuck you is the luckiest guy on the planet." Or shit like "just looking at you gets me all horned up for you." Idk cringey shit like that💀

[eggcompany]

Divorced Zaundads AU

Except they get back together after years of being apart.

Silco grew his business, renting a big empty apartment that didn’t smell like their old apartment above the bar. He mostly just sat on his little balcony and smoked cigarettes. He spent all his time alone, doing yoga in his living room and eating salad. Food didnt taste good when he made it. Nothing felt good if he was doing it by himself.

Vander raised little Violet and baby Powder. He tried his best but he felt kinda… empty. He was stressed and did his best working the bar and taking the kids to school and trying to keep the apartment clean. He sometimes still grabbed four plates for dinner.

Everything falls into place one day, after three years. Silco’s in a bad place. He’d been drinking and yelling at employees and just spending every minute out of the office sitting in the dark of his apartment. Vander was burnt out, going through the motions. He just wanted to sleep all the time.

Silco decided he’d go to the place him and Vander used to go to. The bridge. He threw on his coat, wearing his slippers and wrinkled silk pajamas, and went out to smoke a cigar and over look the river.

Vander decided he needed to go on a walk, get some fresh air. Benzo had agreed to babysit AKA sleep in the recliner in the apartment living room just in case one of the girls woke up. He ended up at the river, the bridge, the one where he asked Silco to spend their lives together.

Silco didn’t notice him until Vander was leaning against the guardrail next to him. He could’ve cried. He was warm and the smell of him was so bone deep familiar. Silco didn’t mean to let the sob out.

“I missed you. I miss you so fucking much it’s killing me.” Silco said as Vander pulled him into a hug, so close, so tight. Vander held onto him like he’d never let go, nosing at his dark hair.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I just- I need you.” Vander said and Silco nodded, hands twisting in Vander’s jacket.

Silco was being pushed away, his hands coming up to wipe away his tears before Vander was leaning down to press a kiss onto his lips. Neither of them knew who started it but soon they were making their way to the closest motel.

It was a blur of familiar hands, clothes hitting the floor, whispered ‘I love you’s, and what they both needed. The intimacy of being with someone who knows every inch, every good spot, everything.

Vander kissed across the scar on Silco’s face, the mark he’d caused, even as Silco cried, the feeling of being full, for the first time in so long, he could feel Vander’s heartbeat, his sorrow.

“I wanna go home.” Silco said as they laid together in the motel bed, cuddled close, satisfied and happy.

“I what you home. It’s where you belong.” Vander said and pulled Silco impossibly closer.

When the morning rolled around Silco put his pajamas back on and his coat, a giddy, teenage kinda laughter filled them as they put their clothes on and left the motel. It was a flower bloomed again for the first time in the spring.

The girls were happy when their papa came back. Powder clinging to his pant leg, violet was a little more withheld. Silco understood. The scars and his eye, she was afraid of him. It was okay.

Soon he let his lease end and their apartment, the one that they were always supposed to have, was bright and back to the way it was supposed to be.

[thegreymarveljedi]

Relaxing Days

(Crosshair x Reader)

This one is kind of an OOC Crosshair cause I think he’s just a touch starved, misunderstood man. I took this idea from a previous fic in my drafts and turned it into some soft Crosshair smut!

(Divider done by @snotbuggle)

Warnings: SMUTT, first time! Reader, slight insecure reader, oral (f and m receiving), face sitting, nipple play, pet names, Crosshair is a soft boi, check ins, consent is key, p in v sex, fluffy ending.

Words: 5.5K+

The snarky sniper of Clone force 99 or The Bad Batch, had taken a liking to you almost immediately after you joined the squad as their general. You seemed to be one of the only people outside of his squad of brothers that he trusted with his life. And that was saying something because it usually took him a long time to trust people but with you, it took merely a day.

When you first joined the squad, the others were sceptical but welcoming nonetheless, never having had a proper general to answer too. Wrecker was the first to warm up, knowing that he could joke with you and never be judged. The others were shocked when it was Crosshair who warmed up to you next, finding comfort in your presence and being nice to you. Tech had even tried to take Crosshairs temperature and run a few test before the sniper scowled and smacked him away.

It happened after you returned to Coruscant, back from a long, strenuously mission that you broke through Crosshair’s hard exterior. You matched his stubbornness head on but still showed him unwavering kindness, even if he had been cold to you when you first joined. He respected you even more when he realized that you wouldn’t take his shit, conceding his respect and reciprocating your kindness.

After that, he began to open up to you. He would crack jokes with you much to the surprise of his brothers. But that helped them to feel more comfortable with you as their general. You had even over heard Hunter say to the Tech and Echo once, “if Crosshair likes her, then how bad could it be?”

Crosshair would tell you stories about their cadet days and about missions they took on before you had become their general. Even at late hours of the night, he would come knocking on the door to your quarters, asking to talk or just wanting to be held, to cuddle when he couldn't sleep. You never objected, letting the misunderstood, touch starved trooper in, holding him close until the sun shone through your window in the morning and sometimes even after that.

The rest of the squad took notice of Crosshair’s more relaxed behaviour as the weeks went by, noting that he had much less of a temper now that you were around. He would join the team in joking around and was much less bothered by Wrecker’s childish antics, even initiating some jokes.

The Batch was pleasantly surprised by how kind Crosshair was to you but, Hunter especially, was happy to see his little brother finally somewhat relaxed. He was glad that Crosshair had found someone who he felt comfortable with and even if it wasn’t him or any of the other batch members, at least he had someone.

Through his hard exterior, you could see that he was a soft, misunderstood man under there, looking for a purpose, looking to be loved by someone. And you showed him that he had a purpose in life other than to be a soldier, that he deserved love and that you loved him.

~Time Skip~

Locked in a heated makeout session, you and Crosshair were in your quarters aboard the Negotiator 2.0 spending time together. The other members of the Bad Batch were off doing their own thing, unaware of what was currently going on between their General and sniper behind closed doors.

After another successful joint mission with the 212th, General Kenobi thought it best to give the men a much needed break, sighting their good work. Everyone had been excited for the rest as they awaited their next orders. That's what led you and Crosshair to this moment, some quiet time alone in your quarters. You and him hadn't gotten to spend a lot of alone time together because of how many non stop missions you had been sent on.

You had been a couple for a few months now and, with the exception of Hunter, because nothing got past him, no one knew. You were courting in secret because it wasn’t something you wanted everyone to know just yet. And with you being a Jedi and Crosshair a clone, it would get you both in trouble if the wrong people found out about your relationship. That’s why you and Crosshair agreed to keep your relationship on the down low.

Since then, you and Crosshair had been sneaking around, trying to find more and more places for you fun "games". This wasn't the first time you've been like this but it's never really gone all the way.

You were nervous for your first time having sex, never having had it before. Yes, you and Crosshair had engaged in foreplay with hand jobs and fingering but nothing past that. You were afraid you wouldn't be good enough for him, not having the experience her had in this department as well as other reasons.

Right now, you were sat on top of Crosshair’s lap, straddling him as his hands massaged your thighs. Your hands were wrapped around his neck, playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck. You pulled away from the kiss breathless, resting your foreheads together and smiling at each other. Crosshair had such an amazing smile and you were saddened that he didn’t show it off more. Then again, if you got to see it everyday then you’d be happy.

“Crosshair?” Your voice was quiet, almost like you felt the romantic atmosphere would disappear if you were any louder. The man below you responded with a short ‘hmm’, his lips travelling down to kiss at your neck.

"I think I’m ready," you whispered to him, taking hold of his face and bringing it up to look at you, holding it gently in your hands. His eyes went wide as he pulled away from you slightly, searching your eyes for reassurance. He knew that this was new territory for you, attachments and relationships forbidden for Jedi though most were not celibate. But you had confided in him that even if sex was a loop hole, you didn’t want just anyone, you wanted a connection with someone.

"A-are you sure Cyar’ika? I mean I am too but I just want you to be fully ready so you won't reg-" Crosshair began to ramble but you cut him off with short, reassuring kiss to his lips. The lips that had whispered so many loving words to you in the late hours aboard the marauder, flying through hyperspace or between missions in your quarters on Kamino.

"I'm sure Crosshair. I want you to be my first," you said, shrugging off your top robes as reassurance for him, making him smile and nod. He slowly helped you pull the remainder of your robes off, pulling your undershirt up over your head, discarding the piece of clothing on the floor.

Crosshair’s upper armour was soon to follow, hands working diligently to remove it with your help. You moved down to his legs, removing the armour adorning his slim yet muscular thighs. You were careful when removing it, being mindful that the clones took pride in their armour which was no exception for the Batch. Once his armour was full removed, Crosshair pulled you back up and onto his lap, hands finding their way to your ass.

The top half of his blacks soon followed his armour to the floor as you lifted the shirt up and over his head, feeling his lean yet muscular body as you went. Crosshsir wasn't a super big man, his genetic makeup modified to be of a slimmer size to better suit his position as the team sniper. Even if he wasn’t a large man, he was still muscular and fit, tall and agile. No matter what he looked like, you loved him just the same.

You smiled as he moved his hands up and down your sides, still looking a little hesitant, as if unsure that you were fully ready and committed to this.

“Are you sure this is what you want mesh’la? Because I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to stop if you change your mind.” Crosshair said, wanting to hear you say it one more time.

You kissed his soft lips again, trying your best to convey to him that you really wanted to do this before pulling away to take off your breast band, throwing it to the floor with your shirts and the rest of your clothing.

“I’m sure Crosshair. Please, I want you.”

Crosshair looked down at your breasts hungrily, his eyes meeting yours, silently asking for permission to start. You nodded shyly, closing your eyes before taking hold of his wrists and bringing his hands up to massage your chest. You moaned softly as he took one of your hardeneding buds between his thumb and index finger, tweaking and rolling it.

His unoccupied hand moved up your body to your lips, tracing his thumb along your bottom lip before you engulfed it into your mouth to suck. Yours eyes met again, not breaking contact as you sucked his thumb. It was such a sensual act to Crosshair that he let out a chuckle before groaning at your eagerness. He pulled his finger out of your mouth slowly, being sure to hold your lip open before moving his other hand down to play with your neglected nipple.

“Fuck Crosshair, that feels so good.” With his fingers doing such a great job on just your breasts, you felt as thought you would cum just from nipple simulation. His fingers were long and the pads soft, making his hands perfect for jobs like this. You moaned as he took one nipple into his mouth and began to suck softly, picking up the pace as satisfied moans continued to fall from your lips. As he worked on you chest, you started to grind you hips against his crotch, making him moan around you nipple.

Crosshair pulled away from your chest with a slight pop, moving his hands down to your hips. He gripped your love handles gently yet firmly and began to meet your hips with his, grinding against your clothed core making you both moan.

"Cross, Fuck," you moaned, burying your face in his neck to try and muffle your sounds. You kissed and nipped at the skin of his throat, feeling his Adam’s apple bob with your affections. You moved your hands down to his pants, pulling at the drawstring of his blacks and feeling the waists of them slacken slightly.

You had never told him so but he looked sexy in just his blacks. He always looked sexy no matter what he was wearing and now, you could see him fully nude which would finally complete the fantasy you had envisioned many time before. You groaned as the image slotted itself in your mind, the picture making your core wet and ready for him.

Crosshair moved his hands down to the hem of your pants, unbuckling your belt and pulling it off, tossing it to the floor. You smiled at him and got off of his lap, standing up beside the bed before slowly, teasingly, sliding your pants down your legs. Crosshair watched with bated breath as you stripped off your last layer, stepping out of them and leaving you in your black panties.

Crosshair watched in awe, seeing you in nothing but your panties was an image he was determined to commit to memory. His hands reached for your hips again, running them up and down as he admired your gorgeous physique.

“Mesh’la,” he murmured, entranced by your beauty. Your cheeks were tinted a light pink as you too in his words, feeling bashful about the way he was looking at you though you did nothing to cover yourself.

Crosshair let a smile grace his lips as he stood up with you, removing his hands from your hips and pushing the bottoms of his blacks down and off, leaving him in his boxers. You watched with hungry eyes as his black came off, getting down on your knees in front of him. Your eyes met again and you never broke the contact as your hand came to palm his clothed erection, feeling his cock flex through his boxers.

Crosshair moaned softly, running his fingers through your hair as you palmed him, "S-stop teasing (Y/N)," he whimpered, a sound that you never imagined would come out of the snarky snipers mouth. He was always very careful with his words and the things that came off his tongue, but in this moment, hearing such a vulnerable sound come from him made you giddy.

You smirked up at Crosshair, feeling your confidence grow as you slowly pulled down his boxers, letting them pool at his ankles. He stepped out of them and kicked them to the side, resuming his position in front of you. You looked up at him with innocent eyes, your hand coming up to stroke his cock. Crosshair sighed in relief, legs shaking slightly as he moved back to sit on the bed, you following him dutifully.

You ran your hands up and down Crosshair’s thighs, kissing up his inner thighs until you reached his cock. You made eye contact with him again as you brought your tongue to his tip, kitten licking it while your other hand stoked his base. Crosshair sighed as he threaded his fingers through your hair again, just resting it there and not pushing you further. You carefully and, quite skillfully, took him into your mouth and began to bob your head up and down.

"Oh dear maker!" Crosshair moaned almost breathlessly, trying and failing to keep his hips still. He gently and gently thrusted his hips, encouraging but not forcing you to take more of him in your mouth. You smiled around him before taking his entire length, right down to base, in your mouth. You gagged slightly, never having done this before but trying your best to make it good for him. And Crosshair was long, and had some girth to him which made it more difficult but you persevered.

"Oh kriff cyar’ika, that feels so good," Cross moaned, continuing to thrust into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. You squeezed his balls as you took him, feeling the heavy weight of his sack pulse as his hips stuttered. He gripped your hair and held your head down at his cock pulsed, not being able to hold it in any longer.

“Can I-“ he barely got the words out as you nodded, deepthroating him as he came with a shout, his cum flooding your throat. You gagged as he came, sucking on his cock through his orgasm as he began to soften in your mouth.

Crosshair removed his hand from your hair, panting as he came down from his high, legs twitching and chest heaving. He reached down slightly and held your chin in his hand, watching as you swallowed his load. You pulled off his cock with a small pop, a string of saliva connecting you to his softening length as you too in deep breaths, wiping your lips with the back of your hand.

Crosshair groaned softly, his hands reaching under your arms, pulling you up off the floor and into his lap again. He kissed you deeply and you happily obliged, your tongues moving together. Cross didn’t care that he could taste himself on your tongue, still in the afterglow of what was one of the best orgasms he had ever had. You could feel him hardening again, his enhanced genetics meaning he had stamina to spare. You smiled into the kiss, giggling as you pulled away and buried your face in his neck.

"What is so funny kitten?" Crosshair asked, his voice thicker than normal, gruff and sexy to your ears. You whimpered softly into his neck just from hearing the words roll off his silver tongue, the tongue you wanted to badly to feel against your cunt.

"You," you said, smiling into his neck and placing small kisses along the side. He chuckled and pulled you away from his neck, kissing you deeply once more before coaxing you stand again. Crosshair ran his hands up your tights to the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs to reveal your beautiful pussy to him. You shyly crossed your legs once your panties were on the floor, a pink hugh tinting your cheeks.

“Don’t hide cyar’ika. You’re beautiful,” Crosshair said, pulling you back into his lap. You were sheepish, not meeting his eyes again until he tilted your chin up to him.

“I’m being honest (Y/N). You’re so unbelievably, breathtakingly beautiful ner sarad,” he said and kissed your lips gently. It was a loving, affectionate kiss that held so much meaning and warmth behind it that you couldn’t deny his words.

“Thank you Crosshair,” you whispered against his lips, knowing that he wouldn’t lie to you especially about this.

Crosshair began trailing kisses down your neck toward your breasts once more where he engulfed your left nipple in his mouth again, while his left hand came up to play with the right one. You moaned a little louder than before, voice high as he ravaged your chest, laying a claim to your breasts like a man starved of milk.

Crosshair pulled off with a small pop before laying back on the bed, pulling you with him as he adjusted himself on the pillows, "come here cyare," he said, the term of endearment rolling off his tongue like a prayer.

You seductively crawled on top of him so you were situated on his firm chest, staring down at him and waiting for his next move. He smirked again and gripped your ass, pulling you higher up his body until you were straddling his face. You gasped at the sudden display of his strength, hands coming up to support yourself against the wall. You looked down into Crosshairs determined eyes, finding desire and hunger in his eyes as they flickered between yours and your cunt.

"I want you to ride my face mesh’la. Wanna taste you so bad," he growled against your thigh making you moan and nod. Crosshair smirked, quickly bringing your pussy down to his face, and lapping at your folds with vigor.

You moaned unabashedly as he got to work on your sensitive core, licking, sucking and biting your lower lips. To Crosshair your moans were like a music to his ears, singing his praises and praying to him to go faster. You were still hesitant to put your full weight on him, afraid that you would suffocate him.

Crosshair must have felt your hesitation, as he wrapped his arms around the back of your thighs and pressed you down against his tongue. You yelled out an obnoxiously pornographic moan as he latched onto your clit, sucking hard on the sensitive bundle of nerves. You brought one hand down to his head, running your fingers through his short silver hair.

“Oh fuck Crosshair! Fuck that f-feels amazing,” you managed to get out between pleasured sounds, throwing your head back as he furiously sucked on your clit.

Before you could fully process what was happening, Crosshair entered a finger into your soaked pussy, pulling a deep, guttural groan from you. You looked down again to see his piercing hazel eyes looking back up at you as he devoured your cunt while he finger fucked you. He then added a second and third finger after a few more moments, stretching your entrance open in preparation for his cock. You panted above him and began to grind against his fingers and face, chasing your incoming orgasm.

"You stretch me so well Cross, so fucking good," you moaned and threw your head back again, the hand in his hair tightening. Crosshair smirked and sped up his movements, thrusting his fingers faster as he sucking on the hood of your clit.

"Oh Fuck! Oh maker C-cross, I'm so C-Clo-" you didn't get finish you sentence as Crosshair crooked his fingers inside you, hitting your g-spot dead on with a precision only he had. You screamed as you came on his tongue and fingers, Crosshair lapping us your sweet juices as if they were his last meal. Your chest heaved with your head thrown back as you came down from your intense high, Crosshair slowly removing his fingers from your cunt. He carefully lifted you off his face, guiding you back down his body to your snug fitting position on his lap.

He sat up and held you as you caught your breath, hearing him whisper sweet nothings in your ear to help bring you back. A dazed smile graced your face as you listened to him speak, his voice soothing you as reality returned to your vision.

“You’re alright love. I’m here,” Crosshair whispered, rubbing circles on your back. He took a deep breath in and a deep breath out, guiding you to follow his breathing patterns as your brain fog cleared. You followed the movements of his chest, feeling safe in his arms as he brought you back.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, interrupting your tender moment together. Your heart beat quickened, the fear of getting caught weighing heavy on your mind. You weren’t afraid to admit that you were with Crosshair, but it was against the code to for attachments so it was Obi-wan at the door, you were both royally fucked.

"Who is it!" You called out, removing yourself from Crosshairs lap and sliding off the bed. You quickly forced your bath robe into your hand, wrapping it around yourself before walking to the door.

"It's your favourite clone!" The voice of one of your best friend’s came from the other side making you turn to Crosshair and mouth to him to hide. He rolled his eyes and begrudgingly nodded, quickly stepping into the fresher, hitting the button to close the door behind him.

The door to your room slid open to reveal Commander Cody standing on the other side, arms crossed and a worried look in his soft hazel eyes, "I heard you scream so I wanted to come and check on you," He said, giving you a once over from head to toe to make sure nothing was wrong.

You mentally face palmed because you knew that someone would catch you if you were too loud. You nodded and pulled the rode a little tighter around yourself, being mindful that you were naked underneath and your neck was most likely littered with love bites, "Yup! Just fine! I just dropped my lightsaber on my toes and it surprised me is all!" You lied, just coming up with a quick one to cover for yourself though your voice was higher than normal.

Cody nodded, still looking sceptical but not wanting you push you further, "Ok, if you say so. Also, have you seen Crosshair? Wrecker’s been looking for him, something about wanting to place a bet on something," He added, his posture relaxing ever so slightly. You shook your head quickly with a shrug, trying to come up with a cover for Crosshair now.

"Have you checked the training deck? He’s usually there upping the target practice high score for you boys," You asked and rocked back and forth on your heels, hoping they hadn’t checked there yet. Cody bit his lip, feeling a little silly that he hadn’t thought about that before uncrossing his arms with a sigh. He shock his head before giving you a short hug, holding you in his arms a little longer than her would anyone else.

"I'll have the boys check there now. Thanks vod’ika," he said, giving you a cheeky smile as he stepped back into the hallway. You smiled back at him and patted him on the back, knowing that for now you were safe, "No problem Cody! I hope you find him.”

“I’m sure we will,” Cody said with a chuckle and gave you a two finger salute, walking down the corridor and disappearing around the corner. When the door slid shut, you sighed, re-engaging the lock before peeling the robe off your body. Crosshair emerged from the fresher, a scowl on his face as he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face in your neck.

"Damn reg, killed the mood," Crosshair snarled, his possessive nature shining through just a little. You playfully slapped his arm but soon realized what he meant. You could no longer feel his hard cock on your ass, but instead a soft lump of flesh resting against your behind.

"First of all that's my best friends and technically your CO-” you said and turned to face him, smiling slightly, "-and second-" you reached your hand down between your body, gripping his softening cock. You began to stoke it slowly, teasing and seductive making him groan, "-we can always bring the mood back," you whispered breathlessly in his ear, listening to him moan as you jerked his cock.

He was hard again within a few minutes, your touch being everything he needed to get back in the mood once more. You smiled at your handy work before using the force to give him a push, pushing him back towards the bed. He fell onto it with a surprised yelp, listening to your giggles as you came back over to him and straddled his hips again.

Crosshair grinned and sat up a little, watching as you positioned your cunt over his cock. He took hold of your hips before you could sink down on him, his eyes meeting your ask you gave him a curious glance.

“One last time cyar’ika, are you sure you’re ready for this?” He asked making you giggle again. You leaned down and kissed his lips, running one hand through his hair as the other one remained wrapped around him.

“I’m sure Cross. I want this, I want you to be my first,” you whispered against his lips and slowly lowered yourself down on him, moaning as he stretched your pussy, cunt swallowing him greedily. Crosshair groaned at the tightness of your core, gripping your hips firmly before bringing you down on his cock fully in one fluid motion.

You cried out, head falling forward onto Crosshairs shoulder as you panted for breath, "W-what was that f-for?" you voice quivering as you spoke, the surprise of the movement melting away and making way for an unforgettably pleasurable sensation. It felt so good and he hadn’t even begun to move yet.

"Get it over with- kriff- it’ll hurt less," Crosshair said, moving his hips in slowly circles before he began to shallowly thrust up into you. You moaned, unrestrained and cock drunk, hands finding purchase on his shoulders as you moved up and down on his cock, feeling his tip against your cervix.

"You’re so tight mesh’la," Crosshair moaned, moving his hands from your hips to your ass and grabbing at the round globes for more leverage, "you like having my cock buried in your tight pussy? Does it feel just as good as it does in your dreams?” he whispered in your ear making you moan louder.

"Keep sweet talking like that and I'll cum before we've even really started," You said somewhat breathlessly, your hips meeting Crosshairs as he thrusted up into you. It felt amazing, almost like heaven and for your first time, you were sure that no one could ever be as good as Crosshair.

Crosshair sped up his thrusts, his hips slapping against your ass forcefully as his high drew closer and closer. He was embarrassed with how quickly he was going to cum but then again, you were so warm and tight around him, he couldn’t help it.

“Fuck cyar’ika, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned out, his hips stuttering slightly as you moaned on top of him.

“I’m almost there Cross, fuck you feel so good inside me,” you moaned out, hands on his chest before a yelp left your throat as Crosshair rolled you onto your back. His cock remained buried inside your cunt and with the new position it felt as if he was reaching deeper and deeper.

“FUCK!” You screamed as crosshair sped up his thrusts, chasing his orgasm just as he was yours. He brought his hand down between your bodies and began to rub your clit once more, drawing a scream from your lips at the over sensitivity.

“Crosshair!” You moaned as you came, your walls convulsing around and drawing his cock in, holding it inside your pussy. That threw Crosshair over the edge, his cock pulsing inside you as his seed shot deep into your cunt. You could feel his spend painting your walls white, the warm sensation of it making you see stars.

Crosshair slowed the movement of his hips, letting every last drop of his seed out inside you. You both panted as he laid down next to you, holding you in his arms as you both came back to reality. You stayed there for a few minutes to catch your breath before Crosshair carefully pulled out, causing a whimper to leave your lips. He whispered an apology to you and kissed your forehead, getting up and quickly walking to the bathroom.

He came back a few seconds later with a glass of water and a damp cloth, slowly sitting you up. You made no protest against the movement, body and mind still up in the clouds in the after glow of your orgasm. He thoughtfully clean you up, smiling apologetically as you whimpered, still sensitive from your first time. Crosshair kissed your forehead again, using the cloth to clean himself off before tossing it into the clothing shute and handing you the glass of water.

“Drink up mesh’la. You need it especially after such activities,” he said, the smile not leaving his face. You nodded and drank the water slowly, watching Crosshair as he picked his armour up off the ground and placed it by the door with genuine care. You smiled down at the glass of water in your hand, thinking about how caring Crosshair was being with you. You watched as he then picked up your clothes off the floor and discarded them in the clothing shute. He walked over to the dresser in the corner of your room, opening the top drawer and pulling out a clean set of underwear for you.

You finished your water and put the glass down on the nightstand, smiling slightly in embarrassment as Crosshair came over to the bed. He carefully pulled you to stand on your shaky legs, helping you into your underwear before scooping you up and laying you back down in your bed.

He quickly retrieved a new pair of boxers from his pack, pulling them on before sliding into the bed next to you. Crosshair pulled the covers up over your bodies, pulling you closer as you snuggled into his chest. You sighed contently, feeling warmth envelop your body as you pressed up against his frame underneath the blanket. Even if Crosshair normally ran a cold body temperature, right now her warm, a comfortable, post sex warm.

"That was amazing Crosshair, thank you." You said and laid one more gently kiss to his chest, drawing circles around the 99 tattoo on his left pec. He smiled softly down at you and placed a kiss to your forehead once more, running a hand up and down your back.

"I love you, ner mesh’la cyare. Thank you for making this an amazing and unforgettable experience. You truly know how to make a man happy," Crosshair said with a chuckle and looked down at you with the charming smile you had come to love.

"I love you too. I’m glad it felt good for you, I was afraid I wouldn't be go enough for you with how inexperienced I am,” you said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear shyly. Crosshair had been with other women before, all of the Batch members had, and all those other women had more experience. But you loved Crosshair, and you hoped to be enough for him.

Crosshair looked at you bewildered before holding your chin softly in his hand, building you to look him in the eyes. He looked down at you with such love and adoration, hand instead moving to hold your cheek as he stroked it with his thumb, "Non sense ner kar’ta, that felt absolutely fantastic. I'm glad I got to be your first and you were absolutely amazing. I have never found a woman who made me feel as loved and cared for as you. You are more than good enough for me," Crosshair said and placed a delicate kiss to your lips,trying his best to convey his love before he pulled away from it.

You smiled and snuggled into his chest farther, enjoying the contrast of his now cool smooth skin against your heated palm. You drew circles on his chest, enjoying the feeling of his heartbeat against your cheek. Crosshair kissed the crown of your head, holding you close and whispering sweet nothings into your ear. Soon you both drifted to sleep in each other's arms, content with how the night had come to a close.

Let me know what you think of this! If you want to see more soft Crosshair, let me know in the comments!

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𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆. heeseung is rather strict about his phone, and if anyone else asked to use it, he’d hesitate, always peeking over their shoulder to make sure they didn’t see what they weren’t supposed to. but with you? he’s entirely different. the second you glance at his phone, it’s already yours. whether it be to google something stupid or just go through his camera roll, he wouldn’t mind. if you take a few silly photos of yourself—your tongue sticking out or your nose scrunched—he’d smile earnestly upon discovering them, staring at the pictures of you like you’re the prettiest, most dear thing ever (to him, you are). the only thing he doesn’t want you to stumble upon is the secret photo album that he’s made just for you; he goes through it when he’s especially missing you, but that’s far too embarrassing for you to find out. if you ever ask why he doesn’t care when you take his phone, he’d simply shrug, pretending to be casual, but the grin on his face gives him away. “because it’s you. and i trust you.”

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆. jay likes to keep his personal space, and he always makes sure anyone around him is at a reasonable distance. he’s different with you, though, making an exception just because of how tender your touch is. sometimes, when the two of you are sitting next to each other and you’re feeling weirdly shy (despite the fact that you’re literally dating him), jay would notice. it’s in the way you contemplatively glance at his hand, debating whether to reach for it or not. he’d smile before deciding not to let you think any harder, grabbing your hand and holding it in his—tight enough to express his love, but not to the point where he’s hurting you. he’d shift closer, so close that there’s no space between the two of you, before tilting your head into the warmth of his neck while his thumb drew slow, soothing patterns up and down your arm. there’s no real explanation for you to be this close to jay—he just wants you to be. as uncharacteristic as it might be for him to crave proximity; he craves it with you, because it just feels so right. if anybody thought to tease him or you about it, he’d scowl, shooing them away, for all he wanted was a moment more with you and just you.

𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐔𝐍. it’s not like jake lets you tickle him. he hates being tickled by anyone, let alone his girlfriend! too bad for him, ever since you learned of how ticklish he was, you’ve been absolutely abusing the fact: tickling him when you wanted something, when he said no to you… the likes. it’s just that everytime your hands reached for his ribs, he didn’t pull away, even though he very well could, being stronger than you and all. perhaps it was the way your eyes glimmered, reflecting the mischievousness in your head that completely stilled jake’s brain, rendering him defenseless. the giggles that left his mouth against his will made you laugh, as well. “no—stop! seriously!” he protests, but his hands lay at his sides, not even trying to push you off, an observation that made you grin. after a few more seconds of your hands on his torso and his laughter in the air, you finally decided to pull your hands away. as soon as you did, jake’s fingers wrapped around your wrists, pressing you against his undulating chest. you barely had time to process this, because before you knew it, his hands loosened on your wrist, moving to gently hold your face, and then his smiling lips were on yours: soft, yet playful still. when he pulled back and saw your half-closed eyes, he grinned even wider. “now you’re the speechless one,” he teased. “shut up! you giggle like a girl…”

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍. “you know,” sunghoon’s accusatory voice cuts through your focus, making you freeze. you slowly turn to him with guilt written all over your face, caught in the act of rummaging through his color-coordinated closet, looking for yet another piece of clothing to ‘borrow.’ “you’re lucky i like you enough to let you take my clothes,” he says, a small smirk playing on his lips. “i’m not taking your clothes!” you lied, unconvincingly so. sunghoon just laughed and walked closer to you. he picked up a soft, gray hoodie—the one he knew was your favorite—and held it up to your torso. the familiar scent of sandalwood and roses greeted your nostrils as he hummed in consideration. “i don’t mind, though.” sunghoon’s tone was softer now. “you look cute in them. just you.” and it was true. sunghoon barely lets even his closest friends borrow his clothes—his wardrobe is far too expensive, and he doesn’t trust anyone to treat it right. but there’s something so cute about the way you look in his hoodies, the ones that you drown in, that fall all the way down to your thighs and hang over your hands; he can’t help but lend you any piece of his that you want. even if you do stain his clothes, he wouldn’t mind, not really. he would just laugh softly and kiss away your worried apologies while whispering that he could always buy another one. seeing you in his hoodies is worth any stain or wrinkle.

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐎. whenever anyone else so much as tries to grab a bite from his plate, sunoo slaps their hand away—“you have your own plate!” he’d say, even if they didn’t, as he shielded his plate. but you’re not anyone else, for the second his gaze caught yours lingering on his food, he’d smile, ready to give you anything you want off his plate and then some. “hungry?” sunoo tilts his head, your sheepish eyes giving him the answer he already knows. “here.” sunoo holds up a forkful of his mango fruit to your mouth. your eyes spoke depths of gratitude, and starvation. however, just as you leaned in, he laughed, pulling it away from you. “you have to say please, first.” your jaw dropped slightly in disbelief, but sunoo just shrugged, “it is my food, after all.” after a few seconds of silent expectancy, your expression shifted into one of desperation. “sunoo!” you whined, your tone drenched in plea and reprimand. his laughter softened, and he finally relented, letting you eat the fruit. the vague tang of the mango made you smile, and any irritation you held suddenly dissolved. “be glad i tolerate you,” you huff, plucking another slice off his plate while sunoo watched, his heart brimming with warmth. between all the mangos and the little jokes, sunoo decided that you were the sweetest thing of all.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍. jungwon is, without a doubt, one of the busiest people you know! he has places to be and things to do; if he’s having a particularly busy day, his first priority would be to finish any and all tasks he has, and if anyone else asks him to take a break and spend time with them, his answer would be an immediate but gentle ‘no.’ but, you on the other hand; nothing comes before you when you need him. he would give up anything to spend time with you, no matter when you asked. “jungwon, can we hang out? i’m bored,” you’d suggest, and without hesitation, he’d drop whatever he was doing to go see you. “won, 5 more minutes, stay.” you’d whine during the lazy mornings, pulling him back under the covers so you could once again be wrapped in the cozy, warm haven of his arms. it doesn’t matter if he has an important event or a choreo practice to attend—as soon as he sees you with that adorable bed-head and those big, sleep-dazed eyes that always managed to get their way, he’d be all yours once again (when was he not?), kissing you gently until you were lulled back to sleep in his grasp.

𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈. riki hates being styled by anyone but himself. every outfit he wears is handpicked and carefully arranged to fit him best, down to even his socks! if anybody else even tried giving him suggestions on what to wear, he’d furrow his brows, and their words would go through one ear and out the other. however, with you, he’s different. as you go through his closet, inspecting his clothes, he’d watch you, absorbing everything you said, even if you didn’t know the first thing about fashion. “you should wear this…” you plucked out a dark hoodie, “and this!” you held up a pair of ripped, mud-dyed jeans proudly. and that’s exactly what he wore the next day. he’d saunter around in the outfit you chose and if anyone asks him about it, he’d proudly state “my girlfriend chose this for me. yeah, my girlfriend.” and if you went one step further and styled his hair for him, carefully tousling it with your hands, he’d lean into your touch with content, and for the rest of the day he’d make sure every strand of hair on his head stayed exactly as you placed it. your advice and input meant more than anything to him, of course.

𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝓈𝗍. @bywons

[bumblebee-online]

hai haii hai!! I was just wondering if it wiuld be okay with you if you could do a Sprout x a very sleepy/tired reader, and and Astro x reader with the same trope!! If not thats completely fine!!

☎️; haiiii hellooo! thank U sooo much for the request ^_^ hope these are to ur liking<3 i wanted to write for sprout sooo bad grrrr

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⟡ ݁₊ . Astro! 💤

You’ve basically chosen the best possible Toon for the job, congrats! He’s pretty used to people dozing off around him, after all, he’s the one responsible for giving them… well, sometimes sweet dreams, to the best of his ability. So trust me, you’re not too much for Astro to handle— far from it, actually! He’s super glad to help.

And with his own questionable lack of energy? The two of you are attached at the hip on most days. Even if it’s just tiny naps here and there, it never takes Astro more than five minutes to drift off with you, his arms wrapped securely around you as if he fears you’ll just sleepwalk away.

But if you really do have a habit of sleepwalking or sleeptalking, Astro finds it hilariously adorable. He happily takes on the role of your ‘guardian’ if you start to subconsciously wander, and even tries to make sense of the incoherent sentences your sleepy brain comes up with, all while holding back a laugh.

The only time Astro would become worried is if you end up in some kind of trouble, like sleepwalking into a door. Or just wandering too close to Shrimpo who would be more than willing to slap you out of your trance if Astro wasn’t there to stop him with a soft yet stern glare.

I give you: the sleepiest couple in Gardenview award! At least you two are easy to find— whenever another Toon needs you, all they have to do is look for the comfiest spot around, and there you’ll be, fast asleep! Bonus points if you snore in your sleep because Astro absolutely loves listening in, even if you’re a bit on the louder side. To him, it’s a comforting reminder that you’re safe & warm in his arms and having the sweetest dreams. That’s all that matters. 💙

✶⋆.˚ Sprout! 🌱

Sprout did get pretty worried at first when he noticed your lack of energy, wondering if it’s something like a sickness or maybe you’re just not taking care of yourself. He might come across as a little invasive, asking things like, “What’s wrong?” or “How are you feeling?” and “Do you usually nap this long?” He can be a bit pushy, but it’s all coming from a place of concern.

Once you were finally able to convince him that nothing’s wrong and you’re just naturally in tune with your dreaming side, Sprout slowly stops offering you energy bars and soda pop literally every hour. Also, hey, if you can’t beat them, join them! That’s exactly what he did, Sprout will join you for your little naps, but if he can’t, he’ll simply bake while you rest on the couch nearby, occasionally checking in on you. Sprout’s gaze lingers on your peacefully sleepy expression, a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks as he realizes he’s been staring.

Have you ever noticed how soft Sprout’s scarf looks? He’s always seen wearing it, but lately, some of the Toons have started to notice it’s now wrapped snugly around your neck instead of his. You almost melt into the fuzzy fabric when you doze off, and it makes such a perfect makeshift pillow with his scent lingering on it, making you miss Sprout so much more when he’s not around. Sometimes even Sprout himself forgets where his scarf went, only to find you loosely clutching it in your sleep. How adorable.

Sprout won’t let you nap just anywhere, though, your safety comes first! He’ll gently pick you up and carry you to a softer spot, making sure you have a blanket or pillow if you’re missing one. One time you dozed off after Astro let out a long yawn, which was so contagious that you were snoring within minutes. What happened after that? Oh, just waking up to find an entire pillow fort, freshly baked warm cookies, and Sprout smiling down at you, playfully teasing you for being so quick to succumb to sleep. He’s secretly counting on those cookies to help you power through the movie marathon he’s planned for the two of you, but he’s definitely not complaining about having such a cutie snoozing in his arms. ❤️

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