#urges you to use your words n tell him ur feelings

[jakesangel]

jake and reader who sh ꣑୧ - requested

tw//mention of sh, jake is healing n comforting reader

it doesn't go unnoticed how you always hide yourself under your clothes to jake, wearing long sleeves, no short even inside the house. he never asked you why nor why you didn't want to take showers w him or going to the beach, tho he wishes you trust him n tell him why. he understood when, one day, he saw your scars as your sleeve ride up a bit as you pass him the tv remote, but even then he didn't say anything. in fact he even forgot why he wanted the remote, only thinking about you n your problems. for the next few days, he wouldn't stop thinking about it, on why you aren't trusting him or what is going on that he doesn't know off.

few days later, he would come over unnoticed wanting to surprise you, and keeping an eye on you, but to his surprise your place was dark n silent. he wouldnt call you, thinking your asleep. so after he removes his outside clothes n his shoes, he'd go straight to your room, without making any noises, wanting to cuddle you n protecing you in your sleep. as jake opens the door, he almost burst out a yell, panick filling his body, seeing you unfazed state on your bed. tho he doesn't know what to do, he'd quickly compose himself to not make it harder to you. he would let shaky breath as he walk towards you, his eyes set on your frame whereas your eyes,full of tears stays on the ceiling avoiding his reaction. you've tried very hard to protect jake from all your problem, yet he is here n you can't bring yourself to move. y/n ? he called suprinsingly softly, i'm gonna take this away okay ?, taking the vile object off of your bed. he would then kneel next to your bed, please look at me, love, n give you a pained smile, tears building, as you turn your head to his side. come on let's get you cleaned up, as he puts his hands behind your shoulder, helping you to get up.

he would help you, water running where it is red, flinching along side w you when it hurts to munch. he will be the one drying you n disinfect everything. n it's only then he would break the tense silence, does it hurt ?, he'd softly ask as he puts some bandage on your arm. he'd nod at your answer, still not knowing how to handle this very serious situation but he would do what he knows the best : to hug you, to engulf you n protect you as if you were the most fragile thing in the world which you are to him. if you stay silent, he will pull you in a hug, keeping you close, wanting nothinf else to hurt you. but if you thank him he would also comfort you w words my angel, i hope you know how munch i love you n how much i wishes you know you can trust me. i know when things gets hard we can't help but go back to what's the easiest way to cope, even if it's bad for us and even if we promised to not do it again. that's just how we are. and i will not force you to stop nor talk about it but please, baby, can you promise me to fight the urges ? you dont have to tell me when you want to do it but can you come to me first ? im sorry if i made you feel like i wont always be there for you but i am. is it alright for me to ask you that ? can you promise ? please ?

notes : hai anon here is ur request ᵎ i hope i wrote it well tho i'm not close to such topic. i hope you are alright n please come to me if needed <3

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[hqbaby]

seven — kinda nice

fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader

you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?

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word count. 2.6k content. swearing, oral (m receiving), fingering, vaginal penetration, handjob, use of pet names, aftercare

“Don’t,” Yukie says, holding a hand up as if to stop you from speaking.

You frown. “I didn’t say anything.”

“Yeah, but you were going to.” She keeps her head down, focused on her notes. “You were going to talk about wanting to drop out again.”

“I was not.”

“Were too.”

“Was not.”

Yachi hushes you. “Are we studying or not?”

You point an accusatory finger at Yukie. “She started it!”

“Y/N, I love you, but can you just please focus,” Kiyoko joins in, looking at you desperately. “Your next exam’s worth 40% of your grade.”

You cross your arms and lean back against your seat. Like a stubborn child. “I know that,” you say. Although you were pretty sure it was only 30%. Maybe you actually should have been studying. You shake your head at the thought, then, “Can I have my phone now?”

“No!” they all say in unison.

“But what if ‘Tsumu texted?”

Yachi groans. “That’s exactly why you can’t have your phone,” she tells you. “You get way too distracted.”

“I do not.”

“Do too!”

“Oh my fucking god!” Kiyoko exclaims. She stands up and marches over to the corner of the room, furiously opening a drawer then slamming it shut. When she gets back to the table, she slides your phone over to you. “Just be quiet.”

“Okay,” you whisper, grinning as you take your phone to check it.

tsumu: u better be studying

You scream, hurling your phone across the room. The three girls look at you in disbelief as you offer them a guilty smile. “Sorry.”

The summer semester rolls away unceremoniously. You spend two weeks hunched over your desk, finishing papers and preparing for your final exams, getting an average of three hours of sleep every night. You run on nothing but coffee and instant noodles, only leaving your room to study in a different setting with your friends who are suffering too.

When you finally pass your last exam—your professor only nodding to acknowledge your existence—a wave of relief washes over you. The war has been fought. The battle is won. And you’re absolutely exhausted.

“I’m gonna sleep forever,” you say excitedly, digging into the salmon bento Atsumu brought you. “Fuck me, this is good.”

“I’ll tell ‘Samu ya like it,” he says, eating his own with gusto. “Ya can say no, but d’ya wanna come to my place tonight? We can watch movies and eat and sleep.”

You nod your head vigorously. “I’d like that,” you tell him. “I’d like that a lot.”

He smiles. “Good.”

Things between the two of you have been going well. You’ve been hanging out for more than two months now and you surprisingly feel no urge to bolt just yet. He’s a good friend and a good person, you like spending time with him. You’ve even started getting close with his friends and the rest of the volleyball team—much to Oikawa’s dismay. 

It’s even given you a reason to see Suna more, which is always nice. You’ve learned that he’s pretty much the same person when he’s around his friends. Quieter, maybe, and a little colder towards you (because you aren’t supposed to be close), but still the same Suna that you’re used to. It’s been interesting getting to know him this way. You don’t mind it at all.

Everything’s been good. You’re having a lot of fun.

Atsumu drops you off at your residence hall after lunch, promising to pick you up later. You give him a kiss and thank him before sending him on his way.

Your room is empty when you get there. Kiyoko’s probably out with Tanaka, you think as you flop onto your bed. The blankets are warm and soft and freshly washed thanks to your roommate who freaked out when you told her you hadn’t washed them in weeks.

You’ll have to get up eventually. Take a proper shower and put on something comfortable. Pack a bag for Atsumu’s place. Maybe grab a cup of coffee. But, for now, you set an alarm and let yourself sleep.

You deserve it.

The twins’ apartment isn’t what you expect at all. You’ve been to other boys’ places before and they all have a recurring theme—Suna with his dirty socks by the door, Oikawa with his hoard of unreturned clothes with price tags still on them, Iwaizumi with his giant Godzilla stuffed toy that he never acknowledges (which you should never acknowledge either)—you thought you’d find something similar in Atsumu and Osamu’s place.

But no.

All you’re met with is a barren wasteland. A living room with nothing but a plain couch and a television. A kitchen with no plates or cups or cutlery. An entryway with no shoes, no mat, no coat rack. Empty. Completely devoid of any signs of life.

“Did you get robbed?” you can’t help yourself from asking.

Atsumu lets out the loudest laugh you’ve ever heard. “It’s not that bad!”

“‘Tsumu.” Your wide gaze meets his. “Do you need money?”

He rolls his eyes at your theatrics. “C’mon,” he says, leading you to what you assume is his room. “Stop starin’ at my kitchen.”

“No, but, ‘Tsumu, seriously. There aren’t any curtains—”

When he opens the door, you’re met with, well, a regular room. A little messy, but bursting with life. The complete opposite of the rest of the apartment.

“What?”

He leads you inside and closes the door behind him. “People get a little rowdy when we throw parties here,” he explains, “So we keep all the common areas clear of anythin’ they might break or steal.”

“Ohhh,” you say, everything clicking into place. “I get it now… I think.”

After the initial shock of his apartment wears off, you realize that you’re standing in his room and decide to look around. Now, this makes more sense.

His bed has been made, albeit a little hastily, and he’s obviously shoved a bunch of clutter under the frame. He has shelves, mostly empty, save for a few textbooks and a volleyball signed by someone Oikawa would probably scream about if he knew. His desk is the tidiest part of the room, with nothing but his laptop and a stack of notebooks to the side. It makes you smile thinking about what he might look like when he’s sitting there and doing his homework.

He picks his laptop up and hops onto his bed, patting the space beside him for you to sit down. “C’mon,” he says, pulling out a bunch of snacks from his bag. “I promised ya a movie.”

You take your place beside him, letting him put his arm around you as you snuggle into his side. “And sleep,” you say, opening a pack of sour gummy worms. “You promised sleep.”

“‘Course.” He smiles, opening his laptop and going to Netflix. “So, what d’ya wanna watch?”

You settle on a romcom—10 Things I Hate About You—and you do exactly what Atsumu said you’d do. You watch and eat and drift in and out of sleep. It’s nice having him beside you, feeling his chest rise and fall with his breath. It makes you feel safe. 

When the movie ends, you decide it’s still too early for dinner, so you put on something else. This time, Atsumu picks. A horror film. The Cabin in the Woods.

As the characters on screen scream, you and Atsumu find yourselves in a rather heated makeout session. You’re straddling him, holding yourself up with both your hands on his shoulders. His legs are bent to keep you closer to him, his arms wrapped around you, hands going dangerously low.

He pulls away from your lips and starts kissing down your neck, occasionally stopping to suck at the vulnerable skin. You throw your head back and whimper, unable to bring yourself to complain about the marks he’s leaving. It just feels so good.

Without even realizing it, your hips start to grind against him, searching for some relief for the growing heat in your stomach. It’s only when you feel just how hard he is underneath his sweatpants that you come to your senses.

You look down to see him kissing your collarbone, eyes blown as he looks at you.

“Do ya wanna—”

“Yes.”

A smirk falls over his lips as he moves his mouth away from you and closes his laptop, pulling your t-shirt over your head. His hand slips behind you and unhooks your bra with practiced ease, yanking it off and tossing it to the side. He descends on your breasts, holding each with one hand, licking one nipple and playing with the other with his thumb.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs against your skin, kissing the soft flesh. Then, he’s undressing you again, this time pulling down your bottoms, leaving you completely naked on top of him. He runs his large hands over your body. “So fuckin’ beautiful.”

“Not fair,” you whine, tugging at the collar of his shirt. “You’re still dressed.”

Atsumu laughs at that. “Yer impatient, huh?” He cranes his neck to kiss you. “Gotta learn to wait, baby.”

Despite his words, he gets rid of his clothes anyway, helping you off of him so that he can remove his jeans and boxers. He stands at the side of the bed, rolling his clothes into a ball, his cock on full display. 

You feel yourself swallow. He’s big.

“Like what ya see?” he asks when he catches you staring.

Instead of answering him, you crawl over to the edge of the bed and take him in your hands, pumping his cock before licking the tip and wrapping your lips around it. He groans. You move your mouth up and down, using your hands to rub the parts you can’t fit. Pulling back, you swirl your tongue over the tip before moving down again.

He watches as you work, trying to memorize the way you look right now. It’s an unholy sight—you stark naked, your head bobbing up and down, sucking him off like nothing in the world matters. He could die right then and there and he’d be a happy man.

“Fuck, Y/N, yer gonna make me come,” he says before pulling your head away. You stare at him with a raised brow and he adds, “I wanna fuck ya first.”

You grin, moving aside for him to sit on the mattress before you straddle him again. “‘Tsumu,” you moan as you slide your cunt over his length. “Want you to fuck me.”

He reaches for your core and touches your clit, listening to your reactions to see what you like, dipping a finger into you and bending it until he hits the right spot. Soon, you’re nothing more than a moaning mess slumped over his shoulder.

“Ya close?” he asks, nipping at the skin near your ear.

You nod wordlessly, whimpers pouring out of your lips.

“Come for me, then.”

Your orgasm hits you like a train. It crashes into you as you stop grinding against Atsumu, your body wracked with pleasure. You hold onto him as he whispers praises into your ear.

“Did so good, baby,” he tells you, a soothing hand coming up to rub your back. “Still want me to fuck ya?”

You nod, coming down from your high.

“I need ya to say it, baby.”

“P-please fuck me, ‘Tsumu,” you say. “Please.”

He smirks. “Yer so polite,” he says, reaching over to a drawer on his bedside table and pulling out a condom. He rips the package open and slides the latex down his cock. You gulp, reminded of just how big he actually is.  “Yer such a good girl. Think ya can ride me, huh, good girl?”

You move your head mindlessly, practically drooling at the sight of him. “Yes, ‘Tsumu.”

“Go ahead then.” He nods. “Ride me.”

You lift your hips a little and take his cock in your hands. He hisses at the contact. Slowly, you line him up with your core and sink down onto him. Your eyes close at the feeling of him filling you up. When you’ve taken all of him, he gives you a moment to get settled. Then, you lift yourself up then fall back down again. The sound of slapping skin fills the room as the two of you moan at the feeling.

You do it slowly a few more times before you're bouncing on his cock, slamming yourself down again and again. You feel so full. “Feel so good, ‘Tsumu!” You moan. “So fucking good!”

His hands come up to cup your ass, fingers wrapping around the expanse of flesh. He halts your movements before drilling up into you, hard and fast. He watches as you throw your head back and your hands come up to hair.

“Yer so hot,” he says, pressing his face into your chest as he continues to thrust. “Takin’ me so well. So tight, baby.”

You can feel your second orgasm approaching. “I’m close, ‘Tsumu.”

“Let go, baby,” he tells you, voice straining slightly. He’s close too. It’s hard not to be when your pussy is gripping onto him that way, all warm and tight. “Let go for me, yeah? Like the good girl y’are.”

You let your high hit you again, hands scrambling to grab onto his shoulders. Your nails dig into his skin, scratching the flesh as he continues to move. “Fuck, ‘Tsumu!” Feeling his grip on you loosen, you start bouncing to meet his thrusts. “Come for me, baby.”

“Can I come on yer tits?”

You almost laugh at how meek the question sounds compared to everything else he’s said. “‘Course, baby.” 

You get off of him and let your knees fall to the bed. You lean down and press your chest to his groin, slipping off the rubber and pumping his cock. Your eyes stay on him as you move. He looks absolutely divine. 

In the darkness of his room, his blond hair catches a hint of light and shimmers above his head like a halo. He stares at you through his hazy gaze, the picture of a fallen angel.

Then, he throws his head back and cum shoots onto your skin. You keep moving until he puts his hand on your arm and pulls you up to kiss him. Your lips melt onto his. The kiss is nice and slow, the two of you holding onto each other as your heartbeats begin to level.

He pulls away first, grinning that boyish grin of his. 

“Hi,” he says.

“Hi,” you say.

“Are ya hungry now?”

“Starved.”

“Let’s see if ‘Samu’s home. Get ‘im to make us dinner.”

“I hope he isn’t.” You wince. “We were kinda… loud.”

Atsumu shrugs. “Oh well.”

You hit his arm playfully as the two of you start laughing. 

He gets dressed and helps you get cleaned up, grabbing a damp towel from his bathroom and placing himself between your legs. “Sorry, sorry!” he says when you hiss as he wipes you down. “Still learning.”

“It’s okay.” You smile at him, endeared by his concern. “Just a little sensitive.”

When he’s done, he gives you one of his shirts (a jersey from his highschool team) and a pair of boxers to change into. There’s something so careful about the way he moves. Like he doesn’t want to scare you away. As you watch him go around his room—asking what you want, asking you if you’re sure you’re okay, insisting you at least drink some water—you feel your heart swell a little. It all just feels so… nice.

In fact, you’re so swept up in Atsumu that you don’t even see your phone light up in the darkness of the room. A text message just waiting for your reply.

rin: u wanna have dinner?

notes. atsumu babes hi <3 i have not forgotten about you <3 anyway!! before the plot continues plotting, lmk what team you guys are on ;)

[mouwrites]

yoyo!! not really a current request unless ur up for it but when your requests open again!! Wallace wells platonic comfort w a reader who is having a massive meltdown since that's been my life lately (help me lord) anyways ty pooks stay safe!! xx

YES MA'AM!! o7 Coming right up for a friend in need!! i hope you feel better sweets ♡(｡´• w •`｡)

Word count: 895

Scott Pilgrim - Some Comfort From Wallace Wells

Heart racing. Hands shaking. Tears blurring your vision. You weren’t even sure what you were doing—your every action was driven by sheer panic and stress. The sound of your own cries was the only thing in your ears.

That was, until you heard something else:

“Y/n?”

And suddenly there was something on your arm, the pressure of it increasing until you were being forced to turn around. 

“Wallace? What are you—” you shook your head, still not quite thinking clearly. You let out a sob, wiping frustratedly at your tears.

“It’s all just—!” You weren’t quite sure what you had intended to say; you were really just using shouting as an outlet for some of your overwhelming emotions right now. “Gah!”

“Y/n,” the sound came again, still not really registering in your mind. The pressure on your arm had moved to your forearm, and there was an identical feeling on your other forearm. Your hands were pulled away from your face, and you were forced to look at the man in front of you.

“Slow down,” he said, and for the first time your mind understood that those were Wallace’s words, and that noise was coming from him. 

You sniffled sharply, clenching your eyelids shut to squeeze out a few more teardrops. 

As much as you wanted to rampage, to flail your limbs and destroy something, it felt strangely good to stand still for a moment. But the moment passed quickly, and soon you were faced with the strong urge to crumple to the ground and start wailing again.

But your friend seemed to pick up on the urge as soon as it came, and in a moment his arms were around you, pulling your weight against him. Your head rested heavily on his shoulder as you brought heavy arms around his neck, sniffling and weeping all the while.

Still embracing, you waddled somewhat awkwardly as one to the couch. You sank down on the cushions with an audible whump. A shaky sigh escaped your lips at the lethargic feeling of sitting; all the remaining tension in you was gone, replaced with an even more burdensome weight. It was as if your limbs had gone from being made of wood to being made of sandbags.

Your shoulders still shook while you cried. Wallace’s tight supportive grip loosened into a more comforting one, his hands rubbing your back slowly.

He waited for you to stop convulsing with sobs to pull away. You couldn’t meet his gaze, but you knew he was looking at you.

“Wanna tell me what happened?”

A deep frown contorted your face. You opened your mouth, but a sudden tightening in your throat made you question whether you really did want to tell him. Your mouth almost closed, but your lips remained parted, as if you couldn’t decide whether to speak or be silent. 

After a few moments, Wallace shrugged. “You don’t have to. I just thought you might like to.”

“I do,” you said suddenly, surprising him and yourself. Your frown twitched at your own rasping voice. “I just… It’s so much..!”

“Hey, hey,” Wallace put his hand on your arm, stroking it. “Don’t get yourself all worked up again.”

You nodded, biting your lip and forcing yourself to take a deep breath.

“Not a bad idea. You know, I once heard that deep breathing actually makes you hotter.”

You couldn’t help snorting at that. For all your misery, for all your overwhelming stress, Wallace could still get at least a giggle out of you. And giggle you did, much to his relief.

“It’s working already!”

“Shut up,” you managed between giggles, your voice still strained from crying. But now there was a smile on your face, and you lifted your head to actually look at your friend.

Your smile faded, and your eyes flicked away for a second before you spoke again. “Okay, I think I’m ready to talk about it.”

“Then I’m ready to listen.” Wallace reclined a little on the couch—his signal that he was ready for a long story, should this prove to be one. A long story, or a long vent. 

You finished speaking several seconds ago, and now silence filled the room. Wallace sat up to put his arm around you.

“Thanks for telling me. If I can ever help, please don’t be afraid to let me know.”

“...yeah, okay,” you murmured, feeling glum after recounting everything. Wallace took the balled-up tissue from your hand and replaced it with a dry one.

“I just hate seeing you like that.”

“I hate feeling like that.”

“I hate seeing you like this, too,” you could hear the sardonic smile on his lips, and you let out a sharp exhale in a halfhearted laugh.

“That bad?” You sighed, cringing as you imagined your own puffy eyes and red nose.

“Come on,” he said, his voice straining as he stood up. “To the bathroom!”

“The bathroom?”

“We need to fix… this.”

“You just gestured to all of me.”

“Yeah. It’s gonna take a while, but…” he let out a sigh, closing his eyes and shaking his head, “I’ll do it. I know, I know, I’m so kind and awesome and selfless and—”

“Pfff—shut up!”

You both burst into laughter, and you made sure to step on Wallace’s toe when you stood up to follow him to the bathroom.

Thank you for requesting, love!! I really hope you do feel better,, hugs and kisses <33

[wannaeatramyeon]

vasco jake goo and gun having a s/o thats always tired and doesn’t like talking to people in public?

*you can obv ignore this if you want!! i just wanted to rq something because i love ur writing 😭🩷*

Babe I know I sound like a broken record but I truly am sorry for the delay! Thank you for requesting and the kind words!

Lookism with Tired, Introvert S/O hc

G/N. Vasco, Goo, Jake, Gun

Vasco Tabasco

This little cinnamon roll is unfortunately worried about you. A lot. To the point it can get a bit annoying but it is only coming from a place of love. Bear that in mind please before you snap at him and he pulls the saddest face ever.

Introverted he can deal with, to an extent. He doesn't care if you don't like talking to people in public as long as you like talking to him.

You being quiet takes a little getting used to but as long as he knows (and he will over time) that you can speak to him about anything and that you just usually don't have much to say to other people, he really doesn't mind.

Tiredness is a whole other issue that Vasco will try to fix. Sleep schedule, diet, exercise.

Yes yes, you falling asleep on his shoulder and him staying frozen for hours until you finish napping is adorable. Though to be honest, being tired all the time isn't healthy, so it's fair that he does want to figure out why.

If it's stress or school/work pressures, then Burn Knuckles may or may not get wind of this. They also may or may not threaten your teacher/boss to stop working you so hard.

...It works!

But come back and fall asleep on him please. Feel free to use him as a pillow. He absolutely loves it.

Goo Kim

Goo chases adventures, goes wherever his whims and urges take him. This idiot is an energy sapper himself. If you are sleepy and low energy all the time...

Sorry babe. Umm. Good luck with your relationship!

Don't like talking in public though? No fucking problem. Goo talks enough for the both of you. He can handle the conversation if you're not up for it. Don't worry about it!

Arm around your shoulder, tucking you into his side - he'll just talk and talk and talk until the other party is bored. You're welcome, by the way.

But if the other person is really persistent. If they really want to talk to you (and how can Goo blame them, you are a cutie after all), then he'll give one of his warning smiles, glasses glinting.

And if they don't get the hint and still keep talking. Words prodding you for a response, Goo wouldn't mind politely telling them to get fucked.

He'll even throw hands for you, if that's what you want.

...Actually, it doesn't matter. It'll be fun to beat someone up regardless.

"What do you mean Cupcake? No fighting? You want to just go home?" Pouts. "Hmph, fine."

Jake Kim

Jake has charm coming out of his ears. Like Goo, if you don't like talking to other people in public? That's fine. He'll feel you tense, the way you grip his hand slightly tighter and he'll lead the conversation on your behalf.

Unlike Goo, the other person will barely realise what's happening but will enjoy the new steer (Sorry Goo-fy).

After all, not many can resist Jake's smile and appeal. People want to be him AND be with him. That is an undisputed fact.

Before they know it, Jake is waving bye to them, and you and him are on your merry way. The other person doesn't even mind because. Frankly. Jake Kim is fucking cool. "Huh. Maybe I should join Big deal."

Jake is a little worried about how tired you are all the time.

This big fool can barely look after himself but he makes sure that you get a good rest, your home is as stress free as possible, he makes you tasty nutritious meals. What a great malewife. Damn. You are lucky.

The worry is offset by how adorable you are falling asleep on him.

On his shoulder, in his arms, head resting on his lap. Whenever, wherever.

He doesn't even mind your snores or your drool, it makes you all the more endearing to him.

Gun Park

Ok there's a trend here. Gun will also worry about your tiredness.

Seriously, why are you tired all the time? He can't keep an eye on you 24/7 and doesn't want to either. Really, you should take better care of yourself.

In fact, Gun will make a quick call and you are suddenly booked in the next day for a full check up with the best doctor this side of South Korea.

Falling asleep on him was cute and novel the first few times. Especially the way that you're comfortable enough to just relax and drift off with him. It got old pretty quick though.

Gun will bridal carry you to bed and continue on with his day. If you stir awake and ask him to lay down with you? ....Fine. Whatever he wanted to do wasn't that important anyway.

This may or may not be a lie. He always finds it difficult to say no to you.

Don't like talking to people in public? Gun can relate. He doesn't like wasting his breath on nobodies neither.

He has no issue just blanking them and walking away from the conversation, arm around your waist and tugging you away too.

Sure you may feel rude, but you're grateful for Gun's curtness. Both exchanging a small smile as the other person is left gasping at his audacity.

[euphoricsunflowers]

what’s on your mind? - jww

a/n: based off of this text post. this is part 3, part 1 and part 2 here.

content: kinda sub!wonwoo (reader mostly leads), coworker!wonwoo, fem!reader, sexy glasses-wearing man ww, very soft and they are both in love with each other, lots of touching, kissing, scent kink stuff, lil bit of begging, hickeys obviously, mentions of oral sex (reader receiving), lil possessiveness and jealousy for flavor, they get interrupted by the pizza delivery boy, idek what sex position is going on so don’t ask, reader does wear his clothes but there are no implications that he’s bigger or taller, if you like this pls let me know i crave ur validation <3

disclaimer: don’t fuck your coworkers <3

even though he left after you, he makes it to his apartment without word that you’re there yet. he needed to tidy up anyway, so it worked out perfectly. he sees your car pull in after a few minutes, but he waits until you’re at the door instead of going outside to meet you. not that he has anything to hide because he’s single, but there’s something weird about you both being out together in broad daylight.

when he opens the door and lets you in, your freshly applied perfume his him more than usual. that signature scent already had him wrapped around your finger, but it’s never that strong. he’s already getting distracted.

he helps you take off your coat, laying it on the couch as you watch him closely. his eyes meet yours cautiously, “what’s on your mind?” he asks, a bit awkward.

“you,” you murmur offhandedly, and he blushes a little bit, even if he expected the answer, “what about you? what’s on your mind, wonwoo?”

he can’t help wanting to be closer, so he takes a couple steps so that your bodies are pressed up to each other, still some room to breath but it’s dwindling. he holds you by the waist as he says his answer, looking down at nothing in particular, “you as well.”

“yeah? what about me?” you ask, resting your hands on his shoulders neutrally, almost like you don’t know what you want to do with them yet.

“your perfume,” he answers, inhaling right after. you can feel him shudder on the exhale like it’s the most erotic turn-on ever. even just smelling that scent has him hard. he probably shouldn’t even tell you for fear that you’ll use this power against him, but he’s not thinking too rationally, “your lips, your…” he doesn’t finish talking, instead giving into the burning urge to kiss you.

once the kiss starts getting intense, he pulls away to take his glasses off, setting them on the counter before going back for more with twice the energy and passion. wonwoo has never been this intense, and it leaves you wondering how strung up you must have got him.

you instinctively move your hands to his hair, your fingers running through it wildly as you kiss him; it’s not as much fun as leaving him to look like a wild mess while still clocked in, but he looks in the blurry reflection of the tv and his hair is already going in like five different directions. he can’t stop this.

you pull away to look at him, and he opens his eyes to look back, “what’s wrong?” he asks.

“nothing, it’s just…” your thumb brushes his cheek soothingly, but he wonders if you do it to self-soothe too, “are we sure we want to do this?”

“can i be honest with you?” he asks, knowing you’ll say yes but still asking permission. you nod, and so he continues, “i have never been more sure of something in my life. i need you so much, baby,” his words at the end sound like a whine, almost like a cry for help, “i need you so, so bad,” he repeats.

“shh,” you whisper in his ear as you guide his head down to rest on your shoulder, “i’ll take such good care of you, good care of us,” your hands rub down his back, sliding into his pockets as you two hold each other, “haven’t i all this time?”

“yes, of course you have,” he murmurs, playing with the hem of your shirt, lowering his voice even more to say one last, “i need you.”

“where’s your bedroom, baby?” you say, and he lifts his head up to look, pointing before grabbing your hand and pulling you towards it.

you shut the door as you both enter, “what do you want, baby? what can i do for you?” you ask, pulling him closer, brushing his hair out of his eyes. he’s so charmingly soft in everything he is and does.

“can you take off your shirt?” he asks awkwardly, cringing at his own his words after he hears them too. he wouldn’t be this inept if he wasn’t so enamored with you.

“do you want to take it off me?” you ask him so sweetly. his hands shake involuntarily as he undoes each and every button, so slowly but it’s so sweet and intimate and he’s so pretty when he’s focused. he pulls it back and down your shoulders, laying it out nicely on a chair so it doesn’t get wrinkled; such a sweetie he is, “your turn, baby. you gotta take your shirt off, too. don’t be shy.”

he’s not really shy, but when he takes it off, he’s hyper-focused on your reaction. he notices the way your gaze changes, but you suddenly look hungrier; like you could eat him alive. it’s kinda hot, he’ll admit. you come closer to him with hands roaming all over his chest and abs and neck and he thinks he could faint if he doesn’t keep a grip on himself.

“you want me to touch you properly, don’t you, baby?” you ask, his whine more than enough of a response, “just say please, angel. i know exactly what you want. just say it, gotta hear you say it.”

“please,” he groans, your hand feeling him up over his slacks before unbuckling his belt and helping him shrug them off. you pull at the waistband of his underwear before reaching your hand underneath them. he moans so pretty with your hand on him, finally helping him instead of just teasing.

but you’re a tease at heart, so of course your lips still find his neck, still kiss and bite and leave bruises wherever they traverse while your hand works his underwear down just enough to let his cock out, getting him worked up and ready for what’s about to happen.

he notices the mirror on his wall. even if he can’t see perfectly, he looks so wrecked already. something about his messed up hair gives him away, not to mention his cheeks are bright red and he’s moaning like he’s in heat already. so desperate in just a few minutes.

you’re not much different, already so riled up from working him up and the amount to which just watching him turns you on is incredible. he’s a sight to behold for sure, but maybe that’s not the intended way. he’s still so fuckable regardless.

—

you both stop when you hear a noise.

his doorbell.

“oh my god it’s the fucking pizza i ordered,” you groan, “give me a t-shirt real quick.” he searches around for the closest one, tossing it to you as soon as he finds one. it’s one of his favorites, and the way it looks on you in the 2 seconds he got to see before you ran out of his bedroom has him dizzy. it’s oversized on him anyway, so it’s not like there’s much a difference in fit, but it’s just something about you wearing something of his.

he sits on his bed with his underwear at his feet, dick out and everything because he’s assuming you’ll just resume when you get back. he catches another glance at himself in the mirror, marveling at the various healing and recently forming brusies on his neck and chest while he faintly hears your voice in the background talking to some guy.

the second he feels a semblance of jealously in his heart, he knows he’s fucked before you even get back.

—

“i’m sorry, babe,” you murmur, slowly shutting his bedroom door, “i left the box on the table whenever we’re ready for it. sorry for the interruption.”

“don’t be sorry,” he whispers back, pulling you by the arm closer to him, holding you close. his sudden clinginess is startling, but not unwelcome, “you look so pretty.”

you get on the bed with him, sitting in his lap, feeling his hardness underneath you, “it’s the shirt, isn’t it?” you ask, like you could read his mind. his face makes you giggle, “you wanted to be exclusive even when we weren’t fucking. you’re possessive, baby, it’s okay.”

“i can’t help it,” he groans as you grind against him, teasing in the best way possible, “i like you too much. couldn’t stand the thought of someone else having you.”

“so i caved and gave you what you wanted. aren’t i so nice?” you say as you move off him, his eyes watching you hungrily while you undress, “with no one to fuck for months on end, guess i became a little irrational. you’ll fix that problem for me, won’t you?”

“i’ll do whatever you want me to,” he murmurs as you fall back into his arms, naked just as he is. he falls back against the bed, taking you with him.

you kiss his collarbone, using the tip of your finger to write out your initials on his shoulder. a little mark of you that only his body will remember, “my pussy is tired of waiting for you, baby.”

that’s his cue to get on with it; enough teasing each other. he notices how wet you are at this point. you really weren’t lying. it makes him smile when he feels it between his fingers. he can feel impatience radiating off of you, and he doesn’t have the self control to do anything but exactly what you want.

his cock slides in easily but still a little snugly, and he waits a second before rocking his hips up. the angle is somewhat awkward, but you look like you’re having a good time so he’ll deal with it. he’s strong enough.

you keep pressing kisses to his neck, but they’re much less controlled and a bit sloppy now. you keep whispering into his ear, praises that he loves or dirty talk that makes him blush, “such a good boy. always treating me so good. so good to me.”

his breaths are shaky as he gets closer. it’s so obvious he’s getting close, but he tries to hold back because he’ll get flustered if you’re not even halfway there yet, which he assumes you’re not.

“baby,” he says to get your attention. it feels like a whimper and a cry for help, “i can’t hold back much longer. you feel so good- oh my god,” his facial expressions say it all, “please don’t be upset.”

“that’s okay, you can cum.”

“i’ll make you feel so good after, i promise- i’ll-” his eyes shut as his sentence cuts off suddenly. you can feel his body tense up, all his muscles and all at once. you continue moving your hips as his movements still, helping him ride out the orgasm a little bit. he holds his breath for a few seconds before breathing incredibly heavy like he was just working out. you swear his never held your hips this tight in your entire time together; it’s like he’s holding on for dear life.

you give him a second to lay there and catch his breath, watching him with a smile. he follows through with his promise to make you finish. he’s so weirdly good at giving head for someone with little skill. must be a god-given talent.

—

as he sits at the counter in his kitchen with you, eating pizza while you go on a rant about something work related, he can’t help but like you just a little more. you’re wearing his clothes now because apparently you’re sleeping over, but he’s fine with it; he likes how you look in his clothes and in his bed. you look like you’re his, and his heart swells just a little bit.

“what’s on your mind?” you ask as you take a bite. there’s no other answer but you.

maybe tonight wasn’t the night to talk about love. letting the feelings just slightly hang in the air instead may be for the best. he knows you have a lot on your plate, and he has to take a backseat until you can get your life back together with work being so overwhelming right now.

but you’re still here for tonight. and if this is all he can have tonight, he’ll take it (and just hope you’re down for round 2 after the pizza energy boost. and then maybe round 3).

[tearaez]

heyyy!!! anon from the dom taerae ask here, THANK U for blessing us w that gorgeous piece of writing like im blushing just thinking ab "i didn't mean to interrupt your meal, but i need to have mine", ur brain is so stunning for that

penny for ur thoughts on cockwarming w taerae? personally im thinking lazy day on the couch, alone in the dorms. ur sitting on his lap n he's j holding ur boobs in his big ass hands, chin on ur shoulder, lowkey ab to doze off, then The Urge to be in u hits him like a truck.... (just a suggestion tho... im gonna love anything u write regardless <3!!)

hi again anon ! (you're my fav don't tell anyone <3) so it's easier to keep track of your asks would you be so kind to give me an emoji so I can know it's you 😁

I agree with the idea that Taerae likes cockwarming on lazy days, but it normally takes a lot for him to convince you. He normally has to make a few promises and deals that he probably wouldn't make on any other day (or maybe he would) or he'd have to beg you, which you normally give in to. Who can say no to Taerae, I feel like it's a crime if you do. He tries his best not to be touchy, normally keeping his hands stationary until he feels the need to have more than just you on his lap.

smut drabble under the cut !

Taerae's favorite moment:

You both had woken up not too long ago, and Taerae was pretty exhausted from his schedules the day prior, so you had both agreed on a lazy day in bed. The tv was on and the both of you were cuddled together, until you noticed Taerae was blushing, and had been stealing glances in your direction. "Taerae? Are you okay? What's wrong?" You'd questioned, until you felt his hands run up and down your sides.

"Baby, please?" he whined, dragging out the 'e' in the word, but all you did was shake your head. "Taerae, it's too early in the morning to do that."

"Nono, baby I don't wanna do that..." he trailed off, hoping that you'd get the message he was trying to send, but to his dismay you didn't. "Then what would you want to do?" His eyes wandered as his hands went farther down, gently cupping your ass. "Just wanna be in you, that's it.."

The answer was obviously yes, who were you to say no to your boyfriend? You hummed, pretending to think as your arms went up to wrap themselves around him. "Hm, I think I might need some more convincing than that before I let you." You smiled, taking the chance to see what offers Taerae had this time, normally he offers to cook you breakfast or take you out to the park, he'd leaned in and whispered something in your ear, your face turning red immediately. "F-Fine." A wide smile spread on his face, wasting no time to pull your shorts and his jogger down. He peppered kisses around your face, using the distraction as an opportunity to push his length into you, a light mewl leaving your mouth.

"You seem to be enjoying this a little too much for someone who didn't seem on board with it at first." he teased, his arms wrapping themselves around you as he placed a kiss on your forehead. "hey, just stop talking and watch tv will you?"

Taerae just nodded, chuckling to himself whenever he'd squeeze your waist, your ass, occasionally your breasts, and he rested his head on your shoulder. As much as he wanted you both to have a nice lazy day, in reality he only lasted 30 minutes before he had other plans for the both of you. At least he kept his promise.

[softhairedhotch]

no, thank YOUUUU <3333 and it's okay HEHE remember to take it easy!!! 🫶 i can tell u for sure i will be here ready to absorb and consume n love anything that u create <3333 ive already read ur new fic Too Many Times . it struck sooo many chords like . I WOULD REALLY DO ALL THAT 😭😭 n ya fr there's too many good ideas out there to explore n there's only so much you can do at One moment. i personally have this long standing problem of starting sooo many things that i cannot finish bc i'm a master procastinator... so the only way i function is with looming deadlines ☠️ wish i was getting paid to just sit down n think about aaron bc man... i'd be a millionaire by now 🗿

TEHEEHHEE OMGGG PLEASEEE PHONE SEX . another big weakness of mine . idk how many times ive said smth is my weakness BUT like there's just some tropes that NEVER GETS OLD ... also sometimes i focus so much on aaron n how he makes you feel that i don't think about how HE would be so affected by everything about you GOSSHHHHHH please . like you're captivated by him but he's literally also soooo smitten and down bad for you to that he has to fight his urges to just give into anything that u want 😭😭 but unfortunately he can't always magically teleport to wherever you are so he just talks you through it and gives you such clear instructions BRRRR IMAGINE IF HE USES HIS WORK VOICE BC HE WANTS YOU TO LISTEN TO HIM EXACTLY STEP BY STEP . like my god i can't believe how i can giggle n kick my feet whenever cm has a scene of aaron giving instructions n delegating work to the team... like it's just so hot . n when he shows off his intelligence WOWOWWEEWW major turn on . n wooooof.

AND??!?$$;&; him sending pictures of himself 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️ also i love the idea of aaron being away from u but being soo pent up that he takes the initiative to surprise you with a special video of him jerking off or using a toy <333 and u BET he knows to send it with sound so you can hear all the sounds he's making <333 bc what is nut videos without SOUND 😤😤😤

omg.. i luv daddy kinks BRRRR n sometimes it just especially HITS SO HARD . like omfg got me actively looking for those daddy asmr porn audios 😭😭😭😵‍💫😵‍💫 sometimes it takes awhile to find a good one but when i strike gold... Wow . GODDD i know aaron would say such filthy things that are downright insulting n degrading... BUT HE DOES IT IN THE SOFT AFFECTIONATE VOICE sparkled with some praises... AGRGRHRHHH .

omg REALLLL he's SOOO the type to make you say what you want directly in words. he isn't going to budge if you're just whining n hoping he'd take the hint bc he himself also loves to hear such filthy things come out of your mouth <3333 "you know daddy really loves to give you whatever you want... but not if you don't use your words. come on, does your pretty little mouth only function as daddy's cocksleeve?" HARGRHRHEHEJE i am Dead . n STOPPPP ENCOURAGING MEEEE ure gna make the can of worms EXPLODE ABOUT ALL THE FILTHY THOUGHTS ABT AARON'S CUM PLSSSS (not actually complaining ! i am Egged)

also omg... TEEHEE... i will tell u more abt my lovely male oc soon!!!! omfg im SO EXCITED . bc i literally have never talked about it to anyone even though i've thought abt it in such detail LMFAOOOO its just hard out there to find someone who shares the same brain ... damn 😭 i'm really glad i happened to stumble across ur page n decided to send an ask <333 bc i rly enjoy talking to u too!!!!! <3

-🤲

you're so sweet bless <3 hehe i'm glad you liked my new fic!! and YEAH I GETCHA omg that used to be me, like i couldn't do stuff without deadlines, AND NOW I CAN'T EVEN DO THINGS WITH DEADLINES LMAO. sometimes i can, but if i set it myself then you best believe it ain't getting done. i procrastinate sooooo much it's painful. like i could sit here and write for most of the day because rn i currently do NOTHING ELSE in my life (rip, i'm working on it lol) but do i??? no!! i mean that's just a lot of effort innit lol, writing constantly sounds exhausting even tho it's all i wanna do

phone sex my beloved <3 and awwww yeahhh he'd be sooo so so in love with you and he'd wanna do anything and everything you ask :') but GOD YEAH him using his work voice?? all stern and professional and demanding?? goddd i need that so bad. and YESSS when he shows of his intelligence it's soooo hot, like that one scene where he does the maths and penelope goes "is this reid?" and he goes "what, you impressed?" YES I AM BABE I LOVE YOU SM

i loooooove the idea of his sending pics <333 that's why i love looking at nsfw stuff sm bc sometimes i strike GOLDDDDD and its like the most aaron pic ever and it makes me lose my mind. once i found one that was so him i fully forgot to breathe and was blushing like mad (this one i think!). it was... a lot LMFAO. but god god GOD him sending a video of him jerking off when on a case??? i need that soooo so so much. and yes FR there needs to be sound in nut videos. once was sent one from a guy WITHOUT SOUND like babe? dude? what are you doing? where's the fun in that? i mean it was hot don't get me wrong but i was like "buddy wheres the sound at 🤨" LMAOOO

YESS I KNEW YOU WOULD BE INTO DADDY KINKS LMFAOOOO. and omg real, they're sometimes so good and for what. or any video of someone with daddy vibes,, godddddd sometimes it just HITS FR. YESS HIS VOICE WOULD BE SO SWEET AND GENLTE AND LOVING BUT ALSO DOMINATING AND THE STUFF THAT COMES OUT OF HIS MOUTH IS SOOOO FILTHY N HOT

yessssssss he'd looove to hear you say what you need. "come on, little one, let daddy know what you want, hm? i need to hear you say how much you want my cock" and "you want me to ride you, sweetheart? want daddy to ride you until you can't cum anymore? hm? let me hear you say those words, baby, i need to hear you say it."

and yayyy i'm so excited to hear about your oc!! i can't WAIT it's gonna be soooo good i just kNOW IT. i'm also really glad you stumbled across my page too <33 thanks for sending me all these asks!!!!

[pedrito-friskito]

REBEL SUNS - CHAPTER THREE

series masterlist | main masterlist

summary: things don’t go as planned on hosnian prime.

word count: 5.4k

warnings: MY BLOG IS 18+, MINORS DNI, *SPOILERS FOR ANDOR* canon-typical violence and injuries, shady people making shady deals, the killing of bad guys, mentions of death, grief, longing, yearning, blood, unprotected p-in-v (wrap ur shit in space, yeah?) if I missed anything let me know

a/n: dude the joel miller/tlou brain rot is still going hardcore but I put DATES ON THIS STORY FOR A REASON (we’ll see how well I stick to them but I digress…)

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“Absolutely not.”

You have to stifle the urge to roll your eyes at Luthen. You had a feeling it would go this way, but with Cassian agreeing to go with you, you hoped it would be different.

“We’ve traded with Jaar Tharen before, Luthen,” you say, pulling up the file on your holo-pad and sliding it across the table to him. “Chances are he’ll have something the Rebellion can use as well.”

“Hosnian Prime is in the Interior,” Luthen replies, hitting a button on the panel, pulling up a galaxy map. He pokes a finger at the Core Worlds. “That’s the heart of the Empire. I won’t chance the both of you for a scrap of information we may not even need.”

“And setting up shop on Coruscant wasn’t taking a chance?”

Luthen balks, a retort caught on his tongue.

“Vel told me,” you say, planting your palms on the table. “I know about the Senator too.”

“Vel,” Luthen mutters, looking away from you.

“I’ll go by myself,” you say, your voice stern. Cassian puts a hand on your arm, but you shrug it off. “I told you, when you first found me. Yes, I will help the Rebellion. I will fight the Empire with every single fibre of my being. But he is all I have left, Luthen. My last brother. The last of my family.”

If looks could kill, the glare Luthen levels you with would have stopped your heart on the spot. “If this goes bad, it’s on you.” Then his eyes shift to Cassian. “Both of you.”

Cassian gives a nod, and you take the holo-pad back, closing the screen.

“Take the U-Wing. And one of the astromechs.”

You say nothing, and turn on your heel, stalking from the room, Cassian close behind. “You don’t have to do this,” you say, clutching your holo-pad to your chest. “I can go myself.”

“Luthen’s right,” he says by way of answer, and you shoot him a glare, “Hosnian Prime is the heart of Imperial Territory. You need me,” he’s grinning, and you can hear it, but something softer seeps into his voice, “to watch your back.”

You’re both quick to pack, collecting weapons and supplies off the Fondor, a few things from the base itself. Standing in front of the U-Wing, you feel a little nervous, but Cassian has an easy grin on his face. “Can you fly it?” you ask.

“Of course,” he replies, and climbs aboard without a second glance. You follow quickly, trying to swallow back the nerves that sit heavy in the back of your throat.

Much like the Fondor, the U-Wing is cloaked, the system rigged to offer a license for any number of legitimate trade operations at a moment’s notice. You’re not much of a pilot, but you stay with Cassian in the cockpit, hitting buttons when he tells you, taking his orders in stride. 

Before you know it, you’re dropping out of hyperspace and into orbit around Hosnian Prime. Cassian lands the ship on the quieter side of Republic City, a landing pad that looks like it hasn’t been used in ages. As soon as you’ve disembarked, you send your contact confirmation you’ve arrived, and a location is sent in response a moment later.

“This way,” you whisper to Cassian, and you take off through the city. You’ve donned your long coat once more, and Cassian has one to match, both of you with your hoods up. The lightsaber is a heavy weight at your hip. 

You stick to the shadows as you traverse the city, Cassian a half-step behind you. Watching your back, just like he said. The underworld on Hosnian Prime is different from the other Core Worlds, darker, but you keep the same confidence you’ve used in the past, following the directions on your holo-pad to get where you need to go.

It takes you down a dark alley, to a door marked with a symbol you know Jaar Tharen has used before. You knock once, then twice, then once again, and the grate slides open, revealing a pair of bright yellow eyes. “What.”

“I’m here to see Jaar Tharen,” you say quickly, stashing your holo-pad. “We’re expected.”

The grate slams shut, you can hear voices on the other side, and then the door swings inward. A tall Trandoshan, the owner of the yellow eyes, holds the door open, beckons you forward. “Inside.”

It all happens in a moment.

Big hands clamp down on your shoulders, and you try to turn, but you can’t move. You hear Cassian yell, and crane your neck just enough to see him shoved backwards out the door, slammed shut a moment later. Another set of hands, belonging to a Pantoran, dive beneath your coat, reaching for the saber. You try to kick at the Pantoran, but you’re wrenched back, a barrel of a blaster pressed to your temple.

You try and resist, and the Trandoshan tightens his grip, constricting your throat, making black dots dance across your vision. You blink hard, sagging slightly, sucking down oxygen when the grip goes loose again.

Jaar Tharen steps out into view, an unkind grin on his face. “Hello, Shadow.”

Shit. This isn’t good.

+

Cassian’s pushed out the door so hard he stumbles over the doorjamb, sprawls on his back on the pavement, the air bursting from his lungs as he hits the ground. His head hits hard, eyes fluttering shut with the force, and he’s out.

He comes to sometime later, with no idea how much time has passed. He tries to scramble up, lunging for the door, but the movement makes his head spin, heavy metal ringing in his ears. The door thuds loudly as he throws himself against it, trying to get the damned thing to budge, but it’s no use.

Shit.

Now what?

Panic seeps into his gut, and he shakes his head, trying to clear the ringing in his ears, shoving a hand through his hair. It’s staring to rain, water puddling on the pavement, dripping loudly against his coat. He can’t hear anything on the other side of the door, there’s no lock he could try and pick, no panel he could try to override. How long was he out? How long have you been inside?

Shit.

He circles the building quickly, trying to find a way inside, but comes up empty. There are no windows, and the rest of the building looks to be some kind of nightclub, not open to the public yet, so he ducks through the tunnel that leads into the club. There are a few people inside, employees preparing for the evening ahead, and he keeps himself pressed to the wall, inching through the dark rooms until he’s closer to the hideout. He presses his ear to the wall, looks for any sign of a second way in.

Keeping his blaster in hand, he continues forward, until he’s beside the bar that runs the length of the far wall. He takes a step, the floor creaks beneath his foot, and a voice reaches his ears, just above the whisper.

“Kitchen,” it calls quietly, and he turns his head to see the source of the voice, a pretty Twi’lek bartender, busying herself with cleaning a glass. “Freezer.” She tilts her head backward, towards a set of double doors, and Cassian nods and whispers back his thanks.

The kitchen is mostly empty as he slips through the double doors, only a large Besalisk standing at the stove, his back to Cassian, too busy with the food sizzling on the grill to notice him. Cassian keeps himself pressed to the wall, slinks towards the heavy white door he hopes is the freezer.

It’s bitingly cold as he slips inside, blaster still glued to his hand. Sure enough, there’s a second door at the back of the freezer, half-obscured by a large hanging piece of what he thinks is Tauntaun. He sidesteps it quickly, reaching for the latch on the door. He lifts the blaster, finger twitching on the trigger as the door swings open. There’s no one on the other side, a different room than the one you’d first walked into.

Slowly, Cassian steps through, sweeping left to right, searching for any sign of you. The freezer door shuts behind him, and he pulls his second blaster out from inside his coat. He pauses, listening, waiting for any indication of which way to go. There are doors along every wall in the room he’s entered, and he pans the room, both blasters raised.

Then he hears it.

A pained shout, just on the edge of a scream. Instantly, he follows the noise, crossing the room to the closed door. He doesn’t hesitate, kicking the door inwards, pulling the trigger at the two Trandoshans standing guard, one which he recognizes as the one who let you inside and shoved Cassian out. They both drop with loud groans, blaster bolts finding homes in the backs of their heads.

There are more in the room, all holding weapons, getting to their feet, but Cassian barely notices. He drops every single one of them, until all that remains is him and the tall man holding you by the arm. Your face is bloody and beaten, worse than when he found you on Arkanis, crimson dripping down your chest. There’s spiked metal along the man’s knuckles, and in his free hand, he holds the saber you’d found, the yellow blade illuminating your face, highlighting the blood smeared on your skin. There’s a burn on your collar, and your shirt is in tatters, the fabric singed.

Your eyes land on him, out of focus from the beating you’ve sustained, but he still sees it on your swollen lips. His name.

“Cassian.”

“Let her go,” he says sternly, the words nearly spit into the space between him and the man he assumes to be Jaar Tharen. “Now.”

“Give me one good reason why I shou—” he starts, but the sentence cuts off as Cassian pulls the trigger once more, hitting him square between the eyes. His body drops, the saber falling from his slackened grip, the blade retracting as it hits the floor. Without Jaar holding you up, you fall too, and Cassian surges forward, grabbing you before you can hit the floor. You grip him surprisingly tightly, his arm slung around your middle, holding you upright. You gasp as your bodies collide, and Cassian can feel the hot blood on your skin sticking to his shirt, soaking the fabric.

“Why do you keep coming back for me?” you ask, your words a little slurred, your voice thick with blood. Your head rolls against his shoulder, hot breath across his neck. He tightens his grip on you, taking as much of your weight as he can. You groan as he pulls you from the room, out the same way he came in. Your coat is gone, and he pauses at the freezer door, shucking off his own and tossing it around your shoulders.

“Did they take your things?” he asks, leaning you against the wall as he wraps you in his coat. “Your blaster, the holo-pad?”

“Smashed it,” you mumble out, your eyes fluttering. “Jaar…the blaster…saber.”

“We need to go back to the ship,” he says, wiping his blood-stained hands on his pant leg. “You look like hell.”

“They know…” you breathe out, reaching forward and fisting your hand in the front of his shirt. “Can’t go back.”

“What did you tell them?” Cassian snaps, fear seeping into his stomach. “Shadow, what did you say?”

Even through the pain, you wince at the nickname. “Only about the ship. Not about the base. More will be waiting at the ship.”

Shit.

He pauses, waits until he’s sure you can stay balanced against the wall, before he doubles back. He searches the bodies quickly, finds your blaster and a few others. He hesitates before picking up the saber again, tucking it into his back pocket before making his way back to you. You haven’t moved, and he fits himself against your side, tugging your arm around his neck. Cassian pushes your blaster back into your hand. “Let’s get out of here.”

You nod limply as he hauls your weight against him one more. The freezer feels twice as cold without his coat, and you gasp at the feeling, your eyes going wide as he carries you through, out of the kitchen. You make it to the edge of the bar before your legs give out beneath you, and Cassian grunts, refusing to let you fall.

The Twi’lek that had pointed him towards the freezer reappears, a shocked expression on her face when she sees how bloody you are, nearly dropping the glass in her hands. “You tell nobody what you saw,” he tells her, reaching for a rag on the bar. He tries to wipe the blood from your face, avoiding your injuries, cleaning it from your neck. “You understand me?”

The Twi just nods, filling the glass with water from one of the many taps behind the bar, pushing it into your hands. You nearly sob with thanks, pouring the liquid down your throat so fast it spills down the corners of your mouth, mixing with the blood on your skin. Your eyes are a little brighter when you lower the glass, a wet gasp falling out of you as you lean against Cassian.

“There’s an inn on the other side of the city,” you tell him, thanking the Twi as she fills the glass again. You meet his eyes, surety in your own. “We’ll be safe there.”

Cassian nods, reaching into one of his coat pockets for a stack of credits. He hands them to the Twi, presses them into her hand with meaning. “For your secrecy.”

Fitting himself under your shoulder, he lifts you back onto your shaking legs, leads you out of the club and into the rainy night. You make it a few blocks before your legs give out again, and Cassian half-carries you down another alley. It’s easy enough to find a speeder bike parked outside another club, easier still to hot-wire it, arranging you on the back of the seat before climbing on himself. He’s worried, for a moment, as he shifts the bike into drive and heads onto the main road, but your grip around his middle is tight, your head pressed between his shoulder blades. 

The innkeeper doesn’t question either of your appearances, you still dripping blood, Cassian stained with it, his hair now wet from the rain, his clothes soaked through. Cassian still hands over double the normal rate for a room, the exchange wordless as the man slides a keycard to him, takes the credits, and turns away, a blank expression on his face, as if the whole transaction had never occurred, as if he hadn’t seen either of you.

Cassian almost chuckles. Must be one of Luthen’s.

You nearly pass out in the elevator, and Cassian scoops you up, grunting at the weight of your limp body, wrapped in his soaked coat, the weapons he’d pilfered stuffed into various pockets. He nearly drops you trying to get into the room, but manages, kicking the door shut behind him and heading straight for the fresher, setting you on your feet, still keeping his grip on you. He flicks on the heat before turning back to you, peeling his coat off your shaking shoulders. He lets it drop, turns you towards him, finding a stack of towels and wetting a small one. There’s a knock at the door before he can clean more red from your face, and you just take the towel from him wordlessly.

Blaster at the ready, he approaches the door slowly, carefully. His gut clenches as he hits the panel, metal whooshing open, revealing only a medkit sitting on the floor. He snatches it up quickly, closing the door and locking the panel again.

When he gets back to the bathroom, you almost look like you again. Most of the blood has been cleaned from your face, and now he can see where the injuries really are: a thick cut above your eyebrow, a split in your lower lip, a darkening bruise on your cheek. There’s more at your collar than just the burn, and he can see the remnants of the bandages around your middle, the bacta patch Luthen had used when they found you on Arkanis. You’re wincing, trying to pull your tattered shirt over your head, tears in your eyes.

“Here,” Cassian says quietly, and steps toward you, setting the medkit on the counter. Carefully, he manoeuvres your shirt over your head, letting it drop to the floor in a heap. “Let me see.”

You’re silent as he looks you over, your arms crossed over your chest, hands gripping your shivering shoulders. Your knuckles are bloody, a few of them split, and there’s an ugly bruise forming on your side, opposite the bacta patch. He starts with the old bandages, peeling them from you carefully, silently thankful there’s no new damage beneath the bacta patch, but he removes it, replaces it with a new one from the kit.

There’s a small vial of med-nog inside the kit, and you take it wordlessly, snapping it open and tossing the liquid back. Cassian turns methodical, treating your injuries one at a time. He wraps your hands in gauze, cuts thin strips of tape to hold the cut above your eye together while it heals, spreads burn salve over your collarbone.

“Why did he do this to you?” he asks, when he can no longer stifle the question. “He certainly didn’t waste any time.” He rubs a hand over the back of his head; there’s a chance he has a slight concussion, and he grabs his own vial. “I couldn’t have been out that long.”

“I had it coming, apparently,” you reply, and Cassian can hear the strength returning to your voice. You just look…tired, defeated. “Last time I was on Coruscant, I stole from one of Jaar’s partners. He asked Jaar to punish me for it whenever he got the chance.” You rub a hand over your face, avoiding your bruises. “I’ve got shit timing, don’t I?”

“Did he at least give you any information?” Cassian presses, tossing some of the bloody gauze into the garbage. “Anything about your brother?”

“My brother is dead,” you say, the words dropping like bombs into the space between you. Cassian balks, his eyes going wide, and it’s almost as though he can see the hope draining from your eyes, your expression. “He was shot by Rebels on Crait, three weeks ago.” Your hands are still clasped around your shoulders, and they shake harder as a sob rattles out of your throat. “I’m the only one left.”

You collapse forward, and Cassian catches you. He doesn’t have words, gathering you into his arms. He feels your fingers curl in the collar of his shirt, your forehead pressed against his throat. He doesn’t know what to say, but wraps one arm around your shoulders, lets his other hand rest on the back of your head. He just lets you cry, your tears hot on his neck, your breath stuttered as he slowly walks you out of the fresher, towards the empty bed.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs to you as he reaches down to pull the blankets back, keeping one arm around you as he does it. “Come on.” 

Your eyes are shut as he lays you down on the bed, his hand following your head until it rests on the pillow. Your sobs are quiet, but each one seeps into his chest all the same, threading through him with every moment that passes, taking up residence in his heart.

He leaves you only to finish cleaning the bathroom, strips down, sets his coat and clothes over the heaters to dry. He cleans your blood from the counter, takes the rest of the med-nog vials from the medkit, checks the blasters, wipes them clean with a towel. He checks the door twice, making sure it’s locked. He fills a glass of water and leaves it on the table beside the bed for you. He turns off all the lights except one in the bathroom, a soft blue glow filling the space.

For a moment, he considers sitting vigil at the edge of the bed all night. Making sure nothing else — no one else — comes to call, giving you a sound night of rest. It hasn’t stopped, he realizes, since he found you on Arkanis. This is the first reprieve, the first moment of stillness.

The ache in his head and the weariness in his bones gets the better of him, and, leaving a healthy amount of space between you, Cassian slides into the bed with you. You’re curled on your side, hands clasped under you chin, but as soon as he’s beneath the blankets, your eyes flash open, and one hand extends, searching for him. He catches your gauze-wrapped knuckles, threads his fingers between yours, lets them rest on his sternum. You watch your linked hands rise and fall with his breathing for a moment, before your gaze moves to his face, those big, watery eyes of yours pinning him in place.

“Where are you from?” you ask, the question barely above a whisper.

He keeps his eyes trained on the ceiling above him. “Ferrix.”

Your brow pinches slightly, like you don’t believe him.

“Fest,” he says next, the lie rolling off his tongue. Ferrix isn’t a lie, not really, but he knows what you’re asking, and he’s all too used to shielding his past. The corner of his mouth quirks, and he rolls his head to the side, finding your eyes in the dark. “A place that doesn’t exist anymore.”

He watches as your lids drop shut, and after a moment, he rolls onto his side, makes the distance between you a little smaller. He doesn’t let go of your hand, still holding it softly, rubbing his thumb across the back. He waits, listens, watches, for your breathing to even out, for your face to relax into sleep. Only then does he let his own eyes fall shut, and lets sleep swallow him whole.

+

It’s still dark on Hosnian Prime when you wake. Soft blue light filters through the curtains, from the bathroom. You’re in the same position you fell asleep in, curled on your side, your hand wrapped in Cassian’s larger one. His knuckles are still pressed between yours, his thumb twitching against gauze.

He’s closer now, closer than he’d been when you fell asleep; if he inched forward just slightly, his forehead would be pressed to yours. You can feel his warm breath fanning against your neck, and slowly, you pull your hand from his grip, scoot backwards off the bed, doing your best not to disturb him.

The med-nog in the kit must have been more concentrated than Luthen��s flask, because you feel the best you’ve felt in days, despite your appearance. It nearly shocks you as you step into the fresher, closing the door and flicking the main light on. You blink against the brightness, scrubbing a hand over your face. The bruises have faded noticeably, the cut over your brow nearly scarred over.

Cassian did a good job cleaning the blood off of you. The fabric of your bra is slightly stained, and you shrug out of your clothes completely, stepping into the shower and turning the water as hot as it’ll go.

The fresher is filled with steam when you step out again, reaching for towels for your hair and body, half-heartedly drying the former, revelling in the softness as you wipe down the latter. Cassian’s coat and clothes are laid out on the heater, dried from the rain, and you snag his shirt, pulling it over your head, sighing as the warm fabric settles over you. It smells like him, that subtle spiciness invading your senses when you bury your nose in the collar.

You re-bandage yourself, re-wrap your busted knuckles, reapply a bacta patch to your side. You’re inspecting your collar when the door to the fresher slides open, revealing a mostly naked, sleepy version of Cassian.

Your eyes drop first, taking in his bare legs, the tight black briefs, the smattering of hair that trails up his stomach, covers most of his chest. You’ll be the first to admit that your mouth is instantly filled with saliva, and you swallow hard as your gaze moves to his head. His hair is a mess, the rainwater having turned it into a mop of curls atop his head. He pushes a hand through them as he steps inside, grumbling something you can’t make out. He pauses behind you, one hand gripping your bicep, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and you cover his hand with yours. “I didn’t wake you,” you say, your voice quiet, “did I?”

“No,” he says softly, and leans forward slightly, until his chest is pressed to your back. “Bed was empty. Worried.”

“Sorry,” you reply, squeezing his hand. You go to move, but he stops you, his free hand wrapping around your hip, curling in the fabric of his shirt on your torso. “Thank you, Cass,” you murmur, letting your body lean back into his, “for what you did.”

His forehead taps against the back of your head before his head lolls to the side, fitting in the space above your shoulder. “That’s what partners are for.”

“Is that what we are?” you ask, both your hands lowering to the edge of the counter as his hand moves from your arm to your other hip. He holds you between his palms, rough skin against soft, and his face lowers into the curve of your neck. You shiver at the feeling, an icy chill shooting down your spine. “Partners?”

He groans into your ear, the scrape of his beard against your throat making your eyes roll back, head titling against his. “Won’t let anybody hurt you,” he says softly, the words spoken against your skin. “Won’t let anybody touch you.” He pauses, and his hands move, curling around your hips, palms skimming down your thighs. His accent seems thicker when he speaks again. “Only me, yes?”

“Cass,” you say, and he chuckles, dragging his nails up your thighs, hands folded around your waist once more. “I need—”

“Tell me what you need,” he says, one arm adjusting to wrap around your middle instead, other hand moving to your thigh again. He says your name — your real name, not Shadow — and you shiver. “Tell me, and it is yours.”

There’s enough tension in the fresher to set you on fire, and you can’t hold back anymore, no matter how many thoughts swirl through your brain, how complicated this will make things, how you don’t know if you can stomach having something else you could potentially lose.

You push every single thought away, covering his hand with yours, moving it from your thigh, inward. Your other hand lifts to fist in the back of his hair, curls bending around your knuckles, keeping his face pressed into your neck. His hips roll against your ass as you do it, and you can feel how hard he is, prodding against your lower back.

“I just wanna feel good, Cass,” you murmur.

It’s slow, but fast at the same time. He touches you carefully, eyes flashing up to meet yours in the mirror while his hand works between your legs. He draws perfect circles around your clit, your knees threatening to give out from under you, nails biting into his forearm as you tremble.

“Cass, please.” 

There’s little clothing to be shed, his briefs dropped low enough to free him from the fabric, your underwear hooked around your ankle, and then he presses into you. It steals the air from your lungs, something between a whine and a gasp filling the space as he pushes to the hilt, filling you completely. You grip the countertop, his hands both on your hips again, his body drawn back slightly. In the reflection, you can see his eyes trained downward, watching the way he disappears into you, the way your thighs tremble against his when he hits something white-hot inside you.

“Fuck.”

The fresher fills with the sound of skin hitting skin, and his pace is relentless, driving you forward into the counter, yanking you back onto his cock at the same time. He takes a step back, pulling your hips backward, and your back arches as the angle changes, letting him drive deeper into you. He has an iron grip on your waist, but as soon as everything in you starts to tighten, as you can feel that coil twisting, he yanks you upright.

He slides one hand right up his shirt, squeezing at your breast, his mouth at your ear again. His hips don’t stop, and his other hand aims right between your legs, finding your clit like he’s done this a million times. It doesn’t take much more to have you keening in his arms, everything in you turning to stardust as the pleasure explodes through you. He works you through it, hips rocking into your ass before they start to stutter.

“Where?” he growls out, squeezing both arms around you.

“Inside,” you breathe, reaching back to thread your fingers through his hair again. “Implant.” A particularly harsh thrust makes you whimper. “Please.”

One more slam inside you, and he’s finding his own bliss, head tucked against your collar, teeth sinking into your neck. You grip his hair tightly, your eyes fluttering shut as warmth spreads through you, making your insides pulse around him.

He breathes heavily into your collar, still holding you tightly, and you let him, aftershocks still making your thighs quake as you both come down.

His dark eyes meet yours in the mirror, and for a moment, you just stare at each other. You have half a mind to turn in his grip, to press your mouth to his, to kiss him until you forget your own name, but the thoughts you’d pushed away have returned, and your eyes are the first to fall, grief crawling up your throat and chasing the last dregs of pleasure away.

The only one left, you said.

A place that doesn’t exist anymore, he said.

Luthen was right; two lives of tragedy. Though you don’t know the depths of Cassian’s just yet, nor he yours. But the thought worms it’s way into your brain as he holds you, the same one that had tried to stop you before.

Can you let yourself have him, knowing full well you might lose him, just like everything else?

+

He takes you back to bed, afterward. After the shakiness has faded from your limbs, when he can finally see straight again, when the feeling of your skin under his hands is a welcome warmth and not blurring every line in his mind with lust and want and need. It had all come to a head so quickly, words he couldn’t stifle anymore falling out of him.

Won’t let anybody hurt you. Truth.

Won’t let anybody touch you. Only me, yes? Another truth.

A truth he’s been wrestling with since he picked you up out of the mud on Arkanis, since you turned those pretty eyes on him and told him that Rebellions are built on hope. You hit him like an explosion, a bright light he couldn’t tear his eyes from. A truth he couldn’t stop himself from acting on any longer, from feeling your warmth from every angle, burying himself in the deepest parts of you. A spark that turned to flame turned to forest fire in the blink of an eye. He knows he could drown in you, if he let himself. He knows he could abandon everything else without another thought, whisk you away somewhere warm and easy and…together.

Cassian knows better than this, and his mind races as he curls against you under the blankets this time, not an inch of space between your bodies as you fit together. There is no ease to this, no simplicity. Not that he’s ever known either feeling. He could lose you just as easily as he found you; the ambush in the alley only proves that further.

Everything you’ve been through, Maarva’s voice murmurs in his mind, a memory pulled to the surface, everything that was taken away from you before you even started. The words are something like a balm as he puts his arms around you, fits his chest to your back, buries his nose in your hair. Perhaps he has been through enough; perhaps you are the recompense.

And if you are, then he has protect you.

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[onlyjaeyun]

ZADIE I DIED HELLOKSKOSSJHDHD I LITERLAKY CANT DO THIS RN

“your cunt was made for him, and him only” OH I AM FOAMING TO THE MOUTH???? i have no idea how to express how I feel rn. idk how to put it into words hello???? all i gotta say to this man is that denial is a river in Egypt !!!

girl the detail. WHEN I READ THE PART ABOUT JAKYUNG WANTING HIM TO BE MORE VOCAL BUT HIM NEVER FEELING THE URGE AND HIM EFFORTLESSLY DOING IT BY JUST THE THOUGHT OF y/n AND HER NOT EVEN HAVING TO TOUCH HIM??? baby you flipped my stomach in so many ways.

B L E A C H E D HAIR HOON??? zadie you’re different. you KNOW what your readers want. YOU ARE ALWAYS FEEDING US BY DOING THAT HELLO$>%{%{!?! HIM TUGGING ON HIS OWN HAIR WITH HER IN MIND when i tell u i shed a tear cuz of what that did to me… I LITERALLY CANT wait for them to be so down horrendous for one another…

Y/N ITS UR TIME TO BLAST THIS SONG GIRL “never had a bitch like me in your life” SING IT LOUD BAE

lowkey for hoon if i had to give him a song i think this song works since y/n is exploring 🤭 “all those other men were practice for me” claim ur girl ???!

OK im gna stop but ofc before i send this i have to give some love to you ????? im so grateful for you, you have no idea 🥹 you’re spoiling us WAY TOO MUCH girl wdym u were out with a friend and still had the energy to write up something to drop ☹️ hope you get rest and never hesitate to take a break when you feel even the littlest that you need it ❕💕💞💓💗💖💘💝🩷

ps. ur stories should not be free. id pay to just to read them… like if i had to pay a daily membership, i would not regret a single cent spent just in order for me to read your work.

STOP WHY IS THIS THE CUTEST THING EVER 🥺🥺🥺🥺

my sweet love, my baby my angel, thank you so so so so much for this i hope you know this literally made me giggle and blush and literally twirl my hair i love and appreciate your love, support and kindness so much 🥺🤍

AAAH PLS YOU GUYS IM GONNA CRY 😭😭 i am so happy you enjoyed the chaps and its details sm bc with the moaning one inliterally got myself all worked up like OMG ?? so knowing you guys loved it makes me extra happy 🥺

sometimes i personally forget that CH!hoonie is pass the mic!hoon and its like ??? i have to mention his bleached hair to remind myself and i love how you guys go crazy esch time 😭😭

the was i would literally write you a love letter and sign it with a shit ton of kisses just to send tonyou rn if i could just shows how much this ask means to me, thank you baby 🥺🥺🤍

[xxbl00ds0akeds3raxx]

Dear Seraphina

I am not mad at all, in fact the old perv deserves to be called out like that :-) !! As for telling him to look at your stream well, it's very understandable... it is your source of income after all and though not ideal... as I wish for you much more than this life than you have now, safety as well... We get by with the cards we are dealt with....

As for my offer, and the main reason I'm writing to you again... I'm once again urging you to take it. I'm gonna be blunt with you now, from what I saw from an earlier post... Kylar is bad for you. If he were genuinely looking out for you he wouldn't contact you firstly in such a public way, making you feel bad about yourself and speaking in a language so possessive and purposefully written to make you feel small... He is a wolf in sheep's clothing Seraphina. Watch out.

Ps. My daughter Bean says hi

-Camille M.

okay!! yay :D i saw ur message and got so nervous, i'm glad ur not upset!!!

ummm... yeah, i will think about ur offer. i won't make any promises i can't keep tho.

its my fault he contacted me so publicly ^.^; i can b.... hard to contact sometimes?? my phone iz a cheap burner i got from the shopping center n i dont pick it up a lot, so mainly messaging me on myspace or another one of the sites i use is best if u actually want 2 reach me,,, ^^;

possessive is a scary word,, ky just wants me 2 be w him and only him and protect me from everything & it can be a bit too much but ummm..... thatdoesn'tsoundgreat. but rlly its fine!! u said it urself, im clever & quick n skillful on my feet!! ik my limits and if the need arises im confident enough 2 get myself out of bad situations.

ty <333

ps. hello bean !!! :D

[svnoohe4rts]

why am i crying at your sweet note? it's like our baby is finally grown up and leaving for college. okay time to cry cry. LETS GAUR~

all Sunghoon wanted to know was if you were okay.

I WILL NEVER BE OKAY, YA HOE

He hadn’t cried in years, yet there he was; standing on a dimly lit street, tears leaving his eyes as he desperately tried wiping them away using the sleeve of his shirt.

asdfghjk i guess i feel bad ugh

Your phone turned off, refusing to accept reality - refusing to accept the fact that it had all been nothing but a lie.

ugh this hit a little too close to home. we all had our emo days and yeah, turning off our phones and not wanting to face reality is just it.

Sunghoon making you believe he actually felt something towards you or Jake not telling you about the bet in the first place.

): this ugh i hated high school boys so much because YEP! similar situation smh

Jake quickly realized you weren’t going to reply, letting out a small sigh as his gaze left your side profile only to meet his own shoes.

I HAVE A BONE TO PICK WITH YOU, JAKE!!!!

With Jake’s hand intertwined in yours and the spring breeze hitting your face, your heart felt lighter than it had done an hour earlier; all thanks to Jake.

UM EXCUSE ME? YN you can have sunghoe! JAKE COME HERE DHAJHSAJ

the words of you being spotted holding hands with Jake reached him.

my entire body laughing and shaking at sunghoe!!!!!

You’re being petty.

JAY PUT A RING ON MY FINGER RIGHT NOW! Matter of fact, I'll go put a ring on his finger

‘’What the fuck, Y/N?’’

Was the only thing Sunghoon let out as soon as the door opened.

NO U WTF, SUNGHOE

What he needed was to stay right where he was, with you. He needed to stay with you before he lost his mind.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH INSERT INCOHERENT NOISES SHAKJAK SAGE YOU DID NOT FUCK MY HEART OMG MY HEART LEGIT LEAPT OUT OF MY FUCKING CHEST AND DROPPED T_T I don't want you sunghoon, GTFO

fighting the urge to slap him across the face.

let me volunteer!!!!!

"You’re fucking miserable Sunghoon, does this feed your ego? Did breaking my heart feed your fucking ego?’’ At this point, you were rambling.

okay me crying because holy shit, i wished i had done this back then BUT IT'S OKAY

He wanted to grab you, pull you into his chest, and just let you cry. He wanted to apologize, he wanted to kiss your forehead and tell you over and over how sorry he was; that breaking your heart didn’t feed his ego, that he never meant for it to be this way.

SHUT THE FUCK UP, PARK SUNGHOON T____T im in my moment, let me fucking cry, hoe

But as you covered your face using both your hands, he could no longer fight the urge to pull you into his chest.

I AM ON THE FLOOR, DO U HEAR ME?!

Leaning down, his lips met yours; his hand still caressing your cheek.

uh i just left town bye

your whole neck on display for him.

brb choking myself

‘’I hate you,’’ You mumbled between kisses, causing yet another groan to leave his lips. ‘’I know baby, I know,’’ He mumbled as he pulled away

SAGE I AM SUING YOU FOR THE PAIN IN MY HEART FML @_@

‘’I’ll fuck you hard if that’s what you want,’’ He hissed, his tip brushing against your g-spot.

i just fainted and cant get back up. I SAID SHOW ME HOW SORRY NOT FUCK ME HARD WTF

maybe, crossing paths with Park Sunghoon wasn’t so bad after all.

SAGE MAJOR WHAT THE FUCK? you dont get to run. COME BACK HERE!

first things first, holy shit, i am so emo??? and then I got all gushy and giddy because sunghoe's sorry ass came to apologize!!!! afterwards, I guess the love making made up for it -_- I STILL HATE HIM ugh once a hoe ALWAYS a hoe!!! T-T I just wanna punch him but also hug him at the same time. i cant stand his stupid pretty ugly face. this was so good, sage. SO FUCKING GOOD!!!!!!! i cannot wait for game over because huhusadhajskdjak ok bye

GENIE I’M FUCKING WHEEZING AT UR REACTION PLEASEEEEEENSNSB

first of all YES LITERALLY?? like off she goes to college </3 i’m lowkey sad it’s over like this is our baby fr

FIRST OF ALL NOT LAUGHING AT HOON CRYING IN THE DARK?!/!!/ GENIE PLSSSS i literally CACKLED when i read it bc same i wrote it while rolling my eyes bc why tf are u sad hoe. u don’t have the right to be sad.

also y/n can keep sunghoe we literally do not want him anywhere near us thankfully jake and jay r still single 💍 don’t be shy now jakey pookie come over here

THE “uh i just left town bye” AND “I SAID SHOW ME HOW SORRY NOT FUCK ME HARD” IM FUCKIFN CRYINGGGG GENIE IM ACTUALLY CRACKING UP I SWEAR TO GOD UR REACTIONS R ALWAYS THE BEST U NEVER FAIL TO MAKE ME LAUGH

& to finish things off, as genie once said, ONCE A HOE ALWAYS A HOE !!!! sunghoe will never learn and he’ll probably break y/ns heart AGAIN . i just didn’t have it in me to give them a sad ending </3 she should’ve ended up with jake

THANK U SO MUCH FOR UR KIND WORDS GENIE MY LOVE <3 i’m super excited for u to read game over, now that sunghoe is gone it’s time for fratboy hoeseung…. i don’t think we’re ready for this :’) I LOVE U HOE THANK U ONCE AGAIN FOR HELPING ME OUT without u bed of lies part four would’ve never happened 🫶🫶

[reiding-writing]

howdy!! I luv ur writing and congrats sm on the 1000 followers milestone :)

I'd like to request a spencer reid/reader fic with 30 from the general dialogue prompt! Thx!

IRON WALL [CLIMACTERIC]

30. “Leave me alone.”

“Is that really what you want?”

WARNINGS: mentions of spencer’s kidnapping, elusions to spencer’s withdrawals, spencer is a tiny bit of a twat

spencer x gn!reader | hurt/comfort | 1.1k | climacteric event!!

a/n: thank you <3333 back on my angsty game fr-

main masterlist!! ⋆｡°✩ event masterlist!!

“Reid?” You furrow your eyebrows at his dissociation, resisting the urge to wave your hand in front of his face as you approach him. “Spencer? Hello?”

He doesn’t turn his eyes upwards at your calls, keeping them locked on the trembling plastic lid of his take out coffee cup as he sits stationary at the round table with it cupped in his hands.

He does however give you a small hum so that you know he’s acknowledging your existence.

“Are you Okay?”

Obviously not. Spencer was probably going through the most uncomfortable day of his life. He felt like his brain was physically trying to escape from his skull and his stomach was clawing its way up his esophagus.

“I’m fine.” Spencer knew that he didn’t sound at all convincing, but he didn’t really have the mind to care at the moment. He was trying to focus on not ripping out his own eyeballs so that he could massage away his pounding headache from the inside out.

“You’re shaking,”

“I didn’t notice.” His snark isn’t something you’re used to, and it’s so out of character that you have to physically take a few seconds to check that this was indeed Spencer in front of you and not some doppelganger that had taken his place.

Him changing after the kidnapping was to be expected, he’d been through a lot of trauma that would surely impact the way he portrayed himself, but you never though that it would be this type of change.

You expected the quietness, the dissociation, even a level of defensiveness. But outright abrasiveness was something you weren’t prepared for.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You try to approach the topic carefully, your voice softened tenfold as you take a seat on the edge of the table next to him, but it seems that it wasn’t careful enough.

“No.”

“Spence-”

“Just leave me alone.” Spencer finally turns up to look at you, but instead of those round and bright eyes that you’d grown used to over the last few years, you’re greeted with nothing but blank slates that are furrowed under his eyebrows, a metaphorical iron wall spreading across the expanse of his scleras to block you from reading his emotions.

The one thing you can read from his expression is his impatience with you, and you’d be lying if you said that it didn’t sting a little.

“Is that really what you want Spencer?” Your shoulders drop a little, a small sigh leaving your mouth as you rub your hands over your arms. “You won’t feel better by bottling everything up, you know that…”

“I won’t feel better by telling anyone either.” Spencer turns his gaze away from you again so that he doesn’t have to look at the pitiful expression on your face. He didn’t need your pity, it wasn’t like it was going to do anything.

“You don’t know that…”

“I do know that.” Spencer scratches the inside of his right elbow during his retort, a self-soothing method that you’d noticed had developed after his kidnapping. “This isn’t something you can fix with some ‘words of affirmation’.”

“That’s not what I’m saying Spencer,” You sigh softly as his continued attempts at shutting down your advances, and you wonder whether you should just give up and let him deal with whatever he’s going through by himself.

But he doesn’t look okay, and you’re not sure that he can work through whatever it is by himself.

“I just want to help you…”

The subtle change in Spencer’s gaze tells you that the dejection in your tone might’ve cracked those iron walls a little bit, and he closes his eyes momentarily to take a deep breath in through his nose. “I’m sorry for snapping at you, but you really can’t help me,”

“Spencer please,” You sigh softly. “Even if it’s just getting everything off your chest,”

He bites the inside of his cheek, picking at a loose thread on the sleeve of his shirt as he seemingly deliberates whether to let you in on what he’s feeling, and the second you hear that sigh of exasperation leave his throat you know you’ve managed to worm your way in.

“I’m having headaches, I can’t sleep, I constantly feel like I’m going to throw up and I can’t even drink my coffee without spilling it all over myself because my hands just won’t stay steady no matter how much I try to keep them stable-”

Spencer spills his issues to you in one long, unbroken sentence, and you’re half-surprised he even had enough breath to make it through the whole thing.

And the worst part is you know that there are things that he’s left out. But it’s a start at least.

You let out a small exhale as you absorb his words for a moment. “Do you want comfort or solutions Spencer?”

Spencer exhales heavily, the tension in his shoulders visibly relaxing as he considers your question. After a moment of contemplation, he looks up at you with a small, weary smile. "Comfort, please."

“I can do that,” You walk over to where he’s sitting to stand behind him with your hands resting gently on his shoulders, not wanting to push his physical boundaries too much or else force him back into his shell.

As you offer your comforting presence, you feel Spencer's shoulders slump as he leans into your touch, as if the weight of the world has been momentarily lifted off of him. His breathing slows down, and you can sense a slight ease in his demeanour.

You stay with him for a while, not saying anything, letting the room fall into a comfortable silence only broken by the sound of your hands rubbing against the fabric of his shirt against his shoulders. Eventually, he straightens up a bit, turning to look at you with a hint of gratitude in his eyes.

“Thank you…” His voice is quiet, barely a whisper, but tinged with a warmth of appreciation.

You smile back at him, relieved to see some of the tension in his face ease away. It might not solve all of his problems, but sometimes, just knowing that someone cares can make all the difference.

"Anytime, Spence," you give his shoulders a gentle squeeze. "We're in this together, okay?"

“Yeah…”

[beomiesz]

TXT's top 5 kinks

ask: What’s ur top 5 kinks for each member??

genre: smut (duh), fluffy if you squint.

kink warnings: degradation kink, praise kink, dumbfication kink, corruption kink, dacryphilia kink, size kink, bulge kink, bondage, spit kink, hair pulling, bite kink, breath play, thigh ride, sensory deprivation, strength kink, spanking kink, dry humping, body worshipping and voice kink.

a/n: anon i lost your post in my inbox ?? idk what's happened but i worked all afternoon on this one and your ask did make me excited so i will post it anyway ! and that's a good one !

most of them are giving, so i only marked when it's receiving ^3^

yeonjun !!

degradation kink

he loves to call you his little cockslut, his personal cumdump and see the way you get embarrassed by him saying how much of a whore you're for be liking it when you clench around him.

praise kink (both giving and receiving)

for giving, walks side by side with his degradation kink, he will say shit like "what a good boy/girl, taking all i'm giving you. my pretty, little slut."

for receiving, he wants you to verbalize how good he makes you feel, he lives for your pleasure, so tell him you love his cock and you have this man on your hand palm.

dumbfication kink

have you babbling incoherent words and pleas, all drunk for his cock and only his, he'll make sure to fuck you until all you can remember is his name.

corruption kink

loves to teach his lil cute, innocent s/o all the dirty things he knows, the nastiest ones. goes crazy when sees you wanting to please him even though you don't know too much yet, looking at him with that big doe eyes which scream for him to pound you into the mattress, and you don't even know the effect it causes on him :(

dacryphilia kink

linked with his corruption kink, see you literally crying of pleasure, overwhelmed with how good he makes you feel, it's such an ego boost for this man, he can go for two ways, either mocking you and being all faux sympathy or kissing your tears away, saying how good youre for him :(

soobin !!

size kink

the way you look so tiny under him, the way his hands look even bigger around your waist, the way you struggle to take his cock in your tiny hole doesn't matter how many times y'all had fucked :( he can't get enough of it. also, he loves to manhandle you. if he's dominating, he will 100% do it, unconsciously. you just feel so good around him he can't help it :( he wants to feel your warmth in any position, and the whines you let out whenever he takes absolute control over your body urge him to do it.

bulge kink

linked with his size kink, would literally go feral and cum on the spot if the outline of his dick could be seen on your tummy, he knows your much smaller than him but at this point ??? this drives him insane.

praise kink (receiving)

say how big his cock is and how good it fucks you when he's in charge and he'll give you the best orgasm you ever had ! but if he subs ? call him your pretty good boy and cute baby will be all whiny and do anything for you.

degradation kink (receiving)

degrade! this! man! tell him how bad is that he has such a pretty, big cock but yet useless, how bad that he can't use it properly and you have no choice but to sit on his face so he can eat you out and please you the way you taught him, poor baby would literally cry saying that's not true :(

bondage kink (receiving)

he loves to feel completely helpless as you use his body for your own pleasure, tie him up and make him your fucktoy, he'll literally be in heaven, he wants to be your good boy and just the idea of being used by you to get off can make him cum :( lives for you riding him, he swears he never saw anything prettier than you on top of him.

beomgyu !!

spit kink (both giving and receiving)

man's just love anything which allows him to get messy nasty, spit on any part of your body principally your mouth and have you spitting on his cock makes this man go feral.

hair pulling (both giving and receiving)

pull his hair when he's giving you head and your legs will be shaking like they never had, he'll eat you out with a thousand times more devotion, like you're his favorite meal.

for giving, your scalp and your waist are his hands' place when he's taking you from behind. this allows him to glue his chest on your back and whisper the filthiest things into your ear, your head on his shoulder as he kisses you hungrily and his hips snap against your ass.

dacryphilia kink

beomgyu loves seeing you cry but unlike yeonjun, it's not because of how good he makes you feel. gyu wants you to cry of frustration bc all you want is cum but he keeps edging you and denying that oh so sweet release >:( he wants to hear your sobs as you try to pull away from him, whining that it's too much when he's overstimulating you, 10/10 he'll mock you asking if it wasn't what you wanted and lock his arms on your hips so you can do nothing but take what he's giving you.

bite kink (both giving and receiving)

tbh i see him with a mark kink in general. scratches, bites, bruises, hickeys, anything which reminds him of what you two did and will be a big deal for you to hide but hey! gyu doesn't want you to hide his work of art >:(

degradation kink

man will call you his cumslut, cocksleeve, useless fucktoy and dumb boy/girl, he will tell you how disgusting you are for letting him use you as he pleases and for liking it. for sure will make you beg to cum just to call you stupid little thing and hear you whimpering.

taehyun !!

breath play

simply loves to choke you !! see your helpless gaze at him as he grips your throat tightly, or hear your gags when you choke on his cock- man goes feral.

thigh ride

loves to see you fall apart on his thigh, the way you get all whiny begging for him to help bc you can't please yourself on your own :( such an invite for him to mock and degrade you.

sensory deprivation

ropes, handcuffs, blindfolds and even a ballgag, anything that allows him to be in full control of your body, the feeling of having your pleasure on his hand palm, he just can't get enough of it. also, the way you trust him to let your safety in his hands, totally restrained for him to do whatever he wants to.

strength kink

the fact that he can easily overpower you makes his brain go dizzy, he can immobilize your body just with his arms and manhandle you like you're a ragdoll and all you will do is whine for him.

spanking kink

he just can't keep his hands off you, whatever position he's taking you, he's slapping your ass, thighs, breasts and even your face, he loves the way you whine whenever he gives you smacks and loves to see his handprint on the skin of your butt when y'all are done.

hueningkai !!

size kink

man's broad he can't help it, he just finds adorable how smaller you look when you're under or on top of him, whatever. he loves how he can easily hold your hips in the air when you're straddling his lap and fuck into you ruthlessly, hearing your little sounds of happiness for being so full of him.

dry humping

hyuka is an absolute sucker for dry humping with you, nearly all your make-out sessions end up with y'all grinding on each other like horny dogs. loves how you take control when youre above him even if your a sub most of the time, and gets all whiny the closer he feels from the edge. also loves the moans you release when youre about to cum and the way your hips stutter against his, you going back to being a whiny baby when you come, whimpering his name.

praise kink (receiving)

please praise this man he needs it :( tell him how good he's doing and how much of a pretty, good boy he is for you. also, pat! his! head! caress his hair in a way of saying 'good job' and his heart will melt.

body worshipping (both giving and receiving)

just loves to hear you worshipping his body, kissing his skin like he was the prettiest thing in the world (and for you he actually is) and sees your eyes full of stars as you look at him, he just wants you to know he feels the same :( wouldn't shut up about how gorgeous every piece of your skin is, how he loves everything in you and how lucky he is for having you :(

voice kink

man i dunno but i feel like hyuka is a little pervy who'd pop out a boner just by hearing you say his name a bit whiner than usual, and poor baby would be so embarrassed for this :( but he can't help but remember you moaning his name all the times he fucked you, and wants to hear it again :( i'm sure his cock would twitch inside you whenever you cry out for him and you can't change my mind.

man there were so many kinks i didn't put on it bc you asked for five only T-T i'll just put it here and don't expand 🤫

daddy kink, brat taming and breed kink for dom!jun

mommy/daddy kink and dumbfication for sub!soobs; creampie kink and nipple play for switch!soobs

exhibitionism and humiliation kink for dom!gyu, choking for switch!gyu

sir kink, sexting and mirror kink for dom!taehyun

[jamimix]

I JUST READ "His Daily Need" AND THE DETAIL OMG- I WAS FIGHTING THE URGE TO REQUEST THIS AND IDK IF UR REQUESTS ARE OPEN FEEL FREE TO IGNORE‼️‼️‼️😋😋😋

tighnari (if u write for him) x reader? where the reader gets stuck in vines w tighnari, and they make out? (optional) until one of the forest watchers/rangers idk what its called catches them?

ALSO U GAINED A NEW FOLLOWER 😋

Forest Vines

Sorry it took long. I couldn't stop procrastinating and the 3.1 livestream didn't help 😅 I wanted to write the optional part but I suddenly felt mortified just thinking about it (2nd-hand embarrassment iasdnisidnsd) so I tweaked it a bit. Hope that's okay?

Also, thank you @itsxenanotsena for helping me write some parts hehe

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One of the rules of being a Forest Ranger is to always be mindful of your surroundings. Tighnari has been drilling this in your head, even before when you weren't even one of them yet. And with the surge of Withering regions popping up, it was inevitable that he'd be adamant for you to do so. Unfortunately for him, you're never one to follow rules.

"Now, be careful. This area was just recently cleared of the Withering yesterday. I don't want you touching anything and then having me to save your butt again. Understood?"

You nodded at Tighnari's words, giving him an innocent smile which he returned with a defeated sigh, thinking that you probably didn't listen to a word he just said. You did listen, but it's just so fun seeing him riled up.

"Well, let's get moving you big lummox."

So why exactly are you two exploring it despite the possible danger? Simply because it's one of your duties. Just because you knew how dangerous it could be, doesn't mean that the others do. The goal was to survey the area, note if it has anything weird, dangerous, or harmful in it, if the place needed to be closed off, and see if there's any unfortunate souls that waltzed in and needs saving. Speaking of weird stuff...

"Hey, Tighnari. Is it normal for vines to move like that?"

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

Turning around, he sees what you mean. A series of hanging vines swaying quite aggressively despite the lack of strong wind passing by. They look quite healthy with how green and thick they are. The urge to touch them swells in you. However, before you could even make a move, you were lead away by the a pair of hands on your shoulders.

"Stay here while I look into it." He says, eyes fixed on the vines. You didn't say a word, more curious at what he'll do than your discovery. You watched as he came closer to it, his ears twitching cutely in curiosity, head tilted as he's inspecting it so thoroughly with his eyes. All is well until you see his hand reach up and touching one, breaking the one rule he gave earlier.

Almost instantly, the vines jumped and wrapped around him, not giving the two of you to react anything other than a yelp, before stringing him up like a piñata.

It was quiet for a moment, the realization still sinking in, before you burst out laughing while Tighnari's face turned red, flustered and embarrassed, with his ears folded back. He then glared at you, though it wasn't effective seeing his current situation.

He tried to free himself, but moving seems to make it tangle him up even more, and for some reason, he couldn't use his dendro vision, as if the vines has the capability of making it useless.

"(Y/n), take me down from here."

"Oh? No please and thank you? And didn't you tell me not to touch anything?"

Despite your words, you drew closer, inspecting the vines, and thinking of how you could help him out. Thankfully, it didn't bring him up too high, just enough that his cute pouty face still reaches yours.

The vines itself didn't have anything to explain why it's like that, but a quick look on your surroundings, you see a Sumeru Rose glowing oh so brightly, an indication that there's a dangerous level of Leyline activity in the area. You lit up, already knowing how to deal with it.

Seeing the recognition in your face, Tighnari tried to look at what you were staring at. Too bad for him, his slight movement caused a vine to get activated and somehow made it to slap him painfully at the back of his head, forcing him to face back.

"Motherfu-"

He bit his lip to stop himself from cursing, eyes going back to you who's obviously enjoying his predicament. You could just let him off but-

"I kinda like seeing you like this." Smiling, you reached up, carefully avoiding touching any of the vines, placing your hands on his cheeks, cradling it gently, drawing little circles with your thumbs. You watch amused as his pupils dilate, before he tried shaking it off, trying to stay focused.

"I know you're kinky, but can you please keep it in the bedroom? We have to-to..."

His words trailed off as he sees your gaze go down towards his lips, his breathe then hitching, tail unconsciously wagging. And the smirk of yours didn't help at all. He knows that he should probably stop you, but his rationality flew away the moment you decided to lean in.

Instinctively, his eyes shut close, enjoying the feeling of your lips capturing his own. You gazed at him with half-lidded eyes, the smirk still on your lips as it molded itself onto Tighnari's. A hand went to caress his cheek once more, coaxing him to relax more, and you closed your eyes, relishing in the moment.

‌You went to deepen the kiss, taking a step to be a bit closer, unaware of a vine crawling on the ground like a snake. So you didn't just touch it. You stepped on it.

A squeak escapes you as you get strung up by the vines, body crashing into Tighnari's, eliciting a pained groan from him. Everything went into chaos. Up became down, left became right, and the cycle continued. You had to close your eyes, waiting and hoping for everything to stop moving, not wanting the urge of throwing up to win.

When everything finally settled, you decided to open your eyesm only to find yourself face-to-face with Tighnari who looked so done with life. The vines managed to put your bodies so close to each other that your noses are touching, wrapping the both of you together. Though, his right arm was also somewhat free, seeing as he's now using it to bring his hand into pinching your cheek.

"Are you satisfied?"

He pinched your cheek harder when you gave him a nervous chuckle as a response. But he couldn't stay mad at you. couldn't completely blame you. It was mostly his fault that this happened. With your face so close to his, there's only one thing plaguing his mind right now.

Just as you were about to speak, ready to tell him about the thing earlier, his lips met yours.

'Might as well enjoy this.' You thought as you succumb to the sweet sensation, slightly opening your lips when his tongue asked for an invite.

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Collei grew worried and anxious as you and Tighnari haven't gotten back yet nor have any of you sent news about the situation. It's protocol that, after an hour of no contact, a team will be sent out to retrieve them, which now includes her and two others.

To cover more ground, they decided to split up. And luckily, she didn't have to search much. The anxiousness she felt quickly vanished as she was quick to find the two of you, hanging on vines, resting your heads in each other's shoulder with Tighnari playing with your hair.

‌"Master? (Y/n)? Are you two okay?"

"Ah, Collei!" You greeted her with a smile to which she gave small one back. Tighnari also gave her a quick greeting before giving her instructions on what to do. She chose to ignore how puffy you and her master's lips are, didn't dare ask why you both seem out of breath, already having an inkling idea of what happened. For too many times, she even walked in while in was happening. She unfortunately has grown a bit numbed to it.

"Don't touch any of the vines, unless you want to be stuck here with us. Try using your vision on it. Just don't push yourself too hard if it doesn't work." You shake your head no at his words, making the two of them question why.

‌"No need for that. I saw a Sumeru Rose glowing brightly earlier. Collei could just activate the Purification device you made to deal with the leyline problem. The vines' weird reaction is most probably from it "

‌An irked smile was shown in Tighnari's face, his free hand wrapping around your neck, slightly putting pressure in it. If Collei weren't present, you're sure that he'd try choking you, then and there.

‌"You mean to tell me... that you knew that we could 've gone out of here an hour ago yet you chose to get and stay stuck just cause?"

‌"Oh, hush! You didn't once let me speak, and you enjoyed every second of it too."‌ Collei could only giggle before turning around to do what you told her. It was quick and easy set up. And thankfully, it was as you said.

At long last, you and Tighnari are free from the confines of the vines, and you gave Collei a soft pat on the back as a way to say 'great job!'. She started heading towards the village to report to the other rangers what had happened and you were about to follow when Tighnari grabbed you by the wrist and yanked it.

You felt another hand covering your mouth, and warm breathing on your ear. "Prepare yourself when we get back. I think someone deserves a little punishment for what they did." Tighnari whispered oh so seductively, making you shiver.

He let you go and sent you a satisfied smirk before catching up to Collei to discuss about what happened in the village while he was gone. You were left blushing and flustered, both shocked and excited for Tighnari's 'punishment' for you.

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owo

[mrkis]

wait imagine THIS. Dumbfucked by jeno for his bday and he comes in you for one last time for the night and he goes “okay done” :D ,, thinking ur fucked out n all, he’s about to pull out when you said ,, “no” and he’s like 👁👄👁 “didnt I fck u to tears??,, 👁👄👁 and ur like YH 😁😁 but you like it when his inside of you so u ride him and keep on telling him how snug he fits inside of u like “you’re so big it fits so snug inside me..” and then jeno pins you to the mattress sees it for himself 😁

this is apart of my 'JENO DRABBLE BDAY SPECIAL' that i'm doing for his birthday

these are late, but it's fine. i will continue them maybe for this week! there's a lot to go through :)

“Fuck, you take me so fucking well, tight little cunt wrapped so nicely around me” Jeno pants in your ear, hips drilling up into yours with his grip tight around your waist to keep you stable above him. Your forehead is shoved into the pillow next to his, arms limp at your sides, drool seeping from your lips with your eyes rolling to the back of your head at every deep thrust. 

You’ve completely fallen apart on top of him, unable to remember the amount of times he’s made you cum in the past hour. Your head is cloudy, vision fuzzy, voice cracking and mouth dry whenever you try (and fail) to use your voice. The only sounds that leave your throat are the uncontrollable moans and wails. 

There are tears dripping down your face from pleasure and the sniffles only urge Jeno to go faster, his nails digging into your ass cheeks as he fucks you deliciously deep, muttering all sorts of dirty words and praises into your ear.

“You’re such a good girl” Jeno whispers as his hips start to falter, meaning that he’s close to cumming inside you once again and you’re eager to feel him. The grunts that fall from Jeno’s lips are sinful and you’re unable to truly appreciate them when your ears buzz and your mind goes blank again when he slams up into you, painting your walls with thick spurts of cum, balls contracting against your ass as he empties himself inside of you.

His body convulses as he goes through the last few moments of his orgasm, body relaxing against the bed with heavy pants, trying to get his breathing back to normal as his hands travel upwards, skimming over your back gently before affectionately caressing your hair, blowing the little strands away from his mouth.

“Y/N?” Jeno murmurs your name, helping pull your head up from the pillow so you could look at him. The corner of his lips quirk as he sees your tear stained cheeks and how your eyes are blank, feeling some pride in himself as he realised he’s fucked you completely dumb. Jeno pecks your lips softly. “Come on, let’s—”

“No” You manage to croak out when you feel him try to lift you off of his cock, surprising yourself as you find the strength to shake your head and grip his arms.

“What do you mean ‘no’?” Jeno smiles so prettily up at you, hands cupping your cheeks so softly despite his rough actions a mere few seconds before. “I told you earlier I’d fuck you dumb” His finger gently taps against your forehead. “I think I made my point pretty clearly”

“More” You tell him, pushing yourself up, placing your hands on his chest for leverage when you feel yourself go dizzy, already feeling light headed from the slight movement. Your body aches, but you don’t care, immediately pushing that feeling to the side when you move your hips. 

Jeno’s brow is raised high, watching you with darkened eyes as you ride him at such a sluggish pace, his cock sliding against your walls and his cum becoming a makeshift lubricant for him. He doesn’t care that your movement is slow, he’s already getting hard again at the sight and the fact you are so desperate for more makes him a little crazy.

“You s’ big” You babble, already losing yourself again, digging your nails into his chest to keep you grounded. “Jeno, s’ big… fit s’ well inside me. Made for me—fuuuck!!”

You squeal as you’re immediately thrown down on the bed, Jeno switching the positions and keeping his cock buried inside you with ease. He’s kneeling between your legs, staring down at the way your pussy swallows his cock whole, completely bottoming out inside of you.

Jeno breathes through his nose, jaw tense as he watches how your body reacts to him, how your jaw goes slack at his movements, eyes fluttering shut as his cock presses against that spot deep within.

“You are incredible…” He whispers affectionately, so in love with you and your body. “I can’t wait to ruin you again, baby”

[husbandohunter]

You know ur small predicament post?? you should make a reverse version where s/o is smaller!

A Smaller Predicament [Genshin Impact x Smol!Reader]

Characters: Scaramouche, Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Xiao, Zhongli, Albedo

Synopsis: Not only did you shrink, you went pocket sized as well!

(A sequel to "A Small Predicament")

(A/n): Sorry for the long wait anon, and I kind of added a twist to the scenario for more diversity hahaha hope you don't mind >_<. And why is Childe the poster boy for this series lmao.

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Childe

When Childe walks in, he doesn't see you....until he looked down. He almost crunched you beneath his feet if it weren't for your constant flailing of arms and screeching voice. He blanks out for a hot minute as you clung onto his toes, doesn't dare to move an inch because he's so petrified (even though there's nothing to be afraid of??). But honestly if Childe moved right now, he might accidentally flail you to the side and that's the last thing he wants.

"WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU??" He screamed so loud it nearly blew you out of proportion. Seems like he's going to have alot of adjusting to do. Childe is a tall man (canonically the tallest) and he knows how impulsive he can get which is why he bought a handmade dollhouse from one of the Liyue merchants for you to stay in.

Though there's something about your tiny size that makes his heart flutter. With your face so small with a pair of eyes far too big, *clutches chest* "My oujo-chan is so cute" -Childe probably. He won't stop saying them over again and you were growing tired of his gushing reactions. He can't help it. He wants to spoil you rotten. You fit right onto the flat of his palms, the way you just snuggle up againts his finger and he just- swoons, might tear up (bruh).

Toys may be for kids but for Childe it was now his favourite pass time. While you navigate around the wooden dollhouse, he pitches in by moving around the furniture to make it easier for you. Offers to carry you through the rooms like a personal elevator. And please, please let him tuck you to bed. He has to pinch his fingers to grab the blanket. It's so adorable to him.

Loves it when you snuggle up against his collar. He thinks it would be the best area for you to be nearby him since the risk of you getting hit by anything (or him) by accident is very slim chance. Sometimes he pulls up his collar so that you're more comfortable and cradled within. He would have to avert his eyes down rather than turning his head if he wanted to look at you otherwise you'd be hit by his chin and that would hurt.

The poking sensation with you by his neck can bother him since he's veeeery tickilish there. Plus, Childe can get easily sweaty so have fun with that.

You have a feeling that he wasn't so pleased when you transformed back. You might be right. Actually, you are right. He secretly has an extra potion hidden somewhere...just in case.

Diluc

Mortified, his soul just left his body. To think things couldn't get any worse ever since he turned into a child to the point no one took him seriously, now you're literally the size of an apple. Oh god what if his bird suddenly swoops in and gobbles you right up? Or the wrath of the wind comes by, swirling you away towards a tornado. Needless to say, Diluc grew paranoid over your well-being ever since.

Due to your extremely small size, he will ensure that you are supervised by him (except at night where he has places to go). In otherwords, you're slipped into the inner pocket of his coat. It's super warm, you can fall asleep (and feel his heartbeat awww). Diluc doesn't like keeping you in places where people can see you, it would be too easy for outer things to access your tiny form (or maybe he secretly likes the feeling of you in his pocket.)

And he's such a gentleman about it. You noticed how careful he moves among his footsteps because he's worried that you might get dizzy. Diluc guards the pocket at close parameter, keeping an eye on things so he won't bump into them. As if he was treading on thin ice (you even suggested it was best to leave you home but he's too overprotective for his own good).

You're like his little assistant. Diluc does so much paperwork through out the day and although the act was small, he finds it endearing how you would help bring the papers back to it's rightful pile or pushing the ink bowl towards him. Or during his shifts at Angel's Share, crawling around the glass utensils and trying to find a specific wine beverage on his shelf. Of course that only happens when the shop is closed, how is he going to explain to his patrons that you shrank and now live in his pocket?

He dislikes the thought of you wandering too far. It's so easy for you to get lost especially when the mansion is so large.

At night you now sleep atop the fluff of the pillow. Diluc is a calm sleeper so he won't have to worry about hitting into you. However he radiates warmth so you just subconicously roll towards to his face. He usually wakes up with you sprawled over his nose. He can hardly breath (careful, he might just sneeze too).

This all happened because of the experiements you participated with Albedo. Diluc ensures that doesn't happen again. It will take some tencaious effort to convince him otherwise.

Scaramouche

Fuck this guy. He treats you like his new pet, a new toy (though you technically are one). He has this arrogant, smug and sadistic look as if he was a predator looking at his prey and grabs you by the collar before dangling you up in the air.

"Hmph, looks like the tables have turned," he says while toying with your state. You tell him he's just angry because he's short himself and mad that everyone else in the Fatui organization is taller than him. Scaramouche demon face activated. He's about to devour you. (Maybe you should keep your mouth shut this time. Honestly your relationship with him is pretty weird).

His hat is so fun to play with. You'd swing around like Tarzan using the strings that were hanging from it. His head was your playground now which annoys him to an enourmous extent because it makes him look ridiculous. Scaramouche will have a hard time catching you since you move around so much. Climb around him, especially the back of his neck. He'll start wheezing when you tickle him there.

The type to put you in a box but also the type to keep you on his shoulders. Being relied on makes him feel taller (lmfao). Scaramouche seemse to have developed a habit to poke your cheeks whenever he needed your attention and you bit him back once when he pushed too hard that you nearly fell off. Despite your size, your teeth still hurt. He threatens to put you back into the box if you don't behave and the outcome ends with a full out brawl as he tries to grab you again while you run around, pulling the strands of his hair to climb on top of his hat. (This is literally Tom and Jerry wtf.)

After transforming back, he outwardly admits his disappointmen. Scaramouche says it suits you better (when he actually meant that he highly prefers you small). You marked his words, keeping an extra vial for your own entertainment in the near future.

Xiao

Xiao was face-palming against his forehead real hard about this. For the love of Rex Lapis, what kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into this time? First it was the child incident, now you're the size of his finger? Good grief, looks like he will have to keep an eye on you from now on but at the same time he's scared to get too close, you are nothing but a tiny mortal in which he would have to double his effort to look after.

He lets you sit at the crown of his head rather than anywhere else. You insisted since it was easier to see everything at a nice distance (plus he's short so you won't have to worry about him bumping into door frames). You noticed that Xiao also has a little strand sticking out from the center (ahoge) and you sometimes grab onto it for stability. Turns out he's quite sensitive there and winces when you pull too hard.

For the remaining week as the antedote was being prepared, Xiao became extremely aggressive over your well-being, he looks as if he's ready to massacre everything in his way...which he did. Clears out the monsters off the path before going on daily strolls with you, you wouldn't have to lift a finger from now on. No one except for him is allowed to hold you unless they're a trustworthy person. You could feel his sharp eyes glued on you like a hawk when walking into the grasp of Zhongli's hand.

You once accidentally tripped into his almond tofu when he wasn't looking and he almost ate you. Turns out being small made his job as your gaurdian ten times harder (especially when you're the clumsy type). If you were to fall off the table, he would have to catch you right? Xiao often bumps into furnitures in the process...ouch!

He's very soft. It's all over his forehead, his mouth, his eyes. When he looks at you, his tense eatures melted away and there's an invisible fondness over them as he cradles you in his palm. The way you snuggle in them is lke the most precious thing in the world.

When you turn back, there's a wave of relief. He was really stressed out you know?

Zhongli

His first thought is to get you as far as he can from the Funeral Parlour before Hu Tao finds you. Who knows what that child might have in mind. Zhongli takes one of his empty tea pots and urges you to go inside, or carries a tea cup with you in it, he likes placing you on objects while carrying you around.

Zhongli realizes that you can no longer use the household items like before so he has to remake them to your standards- especially when he realized he doesn't have the mora to buy you a dollhouse. He improvises. Takes a handkerchief to make your blanket, his cups for your bathtub, Zhongli had to cut the foot into byte-sized too. But in terms of clothes, well he had to make them as well. Living thousands of years would mean he would have lot of experience. Sewing was one of them luckily. But that would mean he has to take your measurements as well. In the end, most of the things he made were dresses since they were alot easier.

You like to sneak in between his shirt and his vest tucked behind the coat he wears. Unfortunately Zhongli doesn't seem to have visible pockets (most likely the reason why he doesn't carry mora either), though if you don't hold on tight you might just slip down his vest and right to his stomach. It makes him chuckle when that happens even if the amount of effort to get you out took more than he thought since his attire is quite complicated to put on. If you really want to climb on him, he'll find a seperate pouch (but realizes it won't be a good idea when there's alot of pick-pocketers in Liyue streets).

All of a sudden he reads you bedtime stories. It's some sort of inner instinct that tells him he's taking care of a child now (he's right though). You realized that his voice was equivalent to a thunder's roar due to size difference. He would have to whisper now.

It will always be part of his precious memories when you turned pocket-sized. Zhongli still keeps the clothing he made somewhere in his closets too.

Kaeya

Amused by this eventful situation. Absolutely thrilled! He's not evil like Scaramouche but this new version of his s/o is both adorable and fun at the same time. You're so easy to tickle, just one poke using his finger against your hips makes you yelp. Sometimes he twirls your hair or taps your forehead gently despite your protest, he's so handsy like always in an affectionate yet annoying way.

Kaeya picks you up and places you among the fluffy comfort of his feathery scarf. You sneezed, the last time he cleaned it was before he went on a mission with the knights. Though you have to admit, it's the best feeling in the world. It's so soft you might sink deeper into the fabric. He likes to put you in places where he can talk to you easily, sometimes on the table while he downs on his wine. Normally you have to take the bottle away before it gets too much, now you have to push it away which he finds very entertaining at your futile attempts.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" you tell him. Since you turned byte-sized, he can't seem to stop playing around. Takes his two fingers and pretends they're legs walking across the surface. You would turn around and he halts, Kaeya sends you his signature grin. When he promises that he wouldn't do anything funny, you would let him hold you. Since hugs are out of the equation, Kaeya gives you his finger instead to wrap your arms around. He can't get enough seeing you like this, things he couldn't do when you were normal-sized. he enjoys your reactions way too much.

His favourite pass time is helping you brush your hair because the hairbursh is too big for you to handle. Kaeya ensure he's handling things delicately but he would love to help style it for you as well. Pretty please? At this point one request turns to another because he's having way too much fun. But it couldn't be helped since you would need his assistance in almost everything so there's really no escaping.

You were so happy when things were normal again but Kaeya would bring this up again during your conversations (how next time he would like to put you in his drinks while you're wearing a swim suit).

Albedo

Legit blurted out if he could put you on a hamster wheel.

What about trying out the little maze he just made?

Or participating in a race against slimes of different elements?

No? Okay, then he'll just turn you back.

Albedo isn't going deal with this as along as he can help it (especially when he remembers what Klee did to him when he turned small.)