#what if he had a cold 🙁🙁🙁

[suddencolds]

getting into a new fandom and finding 0 fics for it on ao3 😭 is it over

[sixeyesonathiel]

what happens when satoru gojo gets hit by some weird curse technique and shows up to your first date as a girl?

a/n: satoru gojo is the cutest, most dramatic little meow meow and i will stand by him even when he’s gender-swapped, in shoko’s blouse, and spiraling. my babie forever 🙁🩷

you were supposed to be the one freaking out. you were the one visiting tokyo, meeting your online textmate for the first time, risking the possibility that he could be a balding 45-year-old catfish who misused emoticons. but no. no. somehow, satoru gojo was the one on the verge of collapse.

in a bathroom stall. wearing shoko’s blouse.

“i can't do this,” he muttered, gripping the cold edge of the sink, staring at his reflection—his very female reflection. “this is psychological warfare. i'm gonna throw up.”

he tugged at the hem like it could erase the fact that he was, due to one very stupid cursed technique, stuck in the body of what could only be described as a suspiciously hot girl. legs for days, nails neatly manicured by accident, shiny white hair pinned in a hurried messy bun. sunglasses perched too confidently on his nose. the blouse was cream and satiny, a little loose on the shoulders, collar wide and slouching like it belonged to someone cooler than him.

he looked like a girl who ghosted men after two dates and never replied to texts past 10 p.m.

“i can't ghost her,” he told his reflection, dramatically. “she's so sweet. she sends good morning texts. she laughed at my jokes. my stupid jokes!” he punched the air, then immediately winced when his knuckles knocked against the stall door. “i have never felt this emotionally naked. what am i supposed to do, show up like—surprise! your online boyfriend is a woman for now!”

but he had to.

he owed you that much.

and maybe he liked you a little. like, a lot. embarrassingly so. enough to save your texts in a locked folder on his ancient flip phone. enough to call suguru in a panic the night before because you said you were nervous about meeting. he even wrote down conversation starters on the back of an old receipt. one said: if she looks nervous, compliment her earrings.

“she’s gonna think i’m unhinged,” he muttered as he walked toward the cafe, the satin blouse tucked into a pair of black trousers he'd swiped from nanami’s locker. they hung loose on his hips and cinched awkwardly with a belt that wasn’t his. the cuffs were rolled twice over the ankle, revealing socks with tiny pink cats (he’d borrowed those from shoko too, he was desperate, okay?). his stride was stiff, too aware of the clack of his borrowed heeled boots, too aware of every glance tossed his way.

his hair bounced slightly with each step, a few silvery strands slipping from the bun and catching the sun. his heart was thudding so violently it made him feel faint. the sunglasses hid the worst of it—the panic.

then he saw you.

you were already there. sitting at the little outdoor table, your hands wrapped around a cup, your eyes flitting up every time someone entered. your leg bounced under the table—nervous, hopeful. real.

satoru stopped short, breath caught. you were exactly like your photos. no, better. more real. there was a crease in your brow, like you were trying not to look too hopeful, and your fingers kept fiddling with the straw wrapper.

he adjusted his blouse, took a shaky breath, and walked up.

“hey,” he said, voice pitched a little too high, trying to channel that airy, cool-girl confidence. your gaze lifted, blinking. your eyes searched his face, expression pinched with confusion.

“...hi?” you offered, hesitant.

his heart sank. he waved his hand quickly, stepping closer.

“wait! wait—it’s me. satoru. i know, this looks insane, and i swear i'm not here to rob you or ask about your skincare routine, though i could, because your skin is phenomenal—but it’s me. i just had a... situation. with my body. medically. temporarily.”

your brows furrowed. you looked ready to bolt.

“okay, okay! remember the selfie with the strawberry milk? that was me. this is me. same soul. different shell. still terminally embarrassing. look, i even brought melonpan—your favorite! and i printed out your texts. like a maniac. that’s love, right?”

you were still staring. he could feel the blush prickling beneath his cheeks, a little warmth seeping from under the collar of the borrowed blouse. his fingers gripped the tote bag strap like a lifeline.

then your voice came, small, uncertain. “you really saved my texts?”

satoru nodded fervently. “yes! and organized them by emoji usage. there’s a spreadsheet. color-coded.”

a beat. and then—you laughed.

and satoru, in shoko’s blouse and a body that wasn’t quite his, swore he could’ve kissed the sidewalk in gratitude.

his shoulders dropped, face breaking into a sheepish grin. the sun caught in his lashes, and he tried not to look too lovesick while you took the melonpan from his hands.

“i swear, i’ll explain everything one day,” he said, lowering his voice, a rare hint of sincerity slipping in. “like... everything. i just didn’t want to stand you up. i really wanted to see you. even if i look like this. even if you walk away. i had to try.”

and somehow, impossibly—you stayed.

[iluvmattsbeard]

innocence (c.s)

master list

popular!chris x quiet!reader

warnings: smut/car sex/virginity loss/fingering/p in v/angst/asshole chris

preview: you and chris sat next to each other in class. he liked that you weren’t like the rest of the girls. though he’s in denial of his feelings. what happens when one day he gives you a ride home?

a/n: sorry i stay slacking guys 🙁 forgive me. FRAT BOY CHRISSSSS. also, listen to song as you read. i actually can’t believe how good this song is.

Chris and you are sat in class quietly. your heart aches every time you guys meet each other's gaze. it's been nearly a month since the incident. the incident that you didn't expect to happen. you knew it was too good to be true but, there was a sliver of hope you felt. the way he sweet talked you, the way he took care of you, and how gentle he was. you never expected it to turn south so quickly. he treated you like you were invisible after it all. it broke you immensely but, you felt stupid for even having that small bit of hope that you would actually be different. how could you be different in his eyes?

you were nothing compared to those popular girls who basically threw themselves at him. the way their hairs sat perfectly, the way their outfits were carefully thought of, and how good they spoke. especially when they flutter their eyes and have that small soft grin when they flirt with Chris. you were nothing like them; you tried so hard to push the feelings away but, your mind replays the same memory over and over again.

-flashback-

you were standing there dumbfounded, your heart breaking as you speak up shakily, "a mistake?" you look at him with hurt in your eyes. his expression falters for a second but he quickly regains his cold demeanor. he looks away and sighs, "yes. a mistake." he whispers. you look away slowly, shaking your head slightly in denial, "h-how could it be a mistake? you told me it was the best you ever had-." you were quickly cut off, "I was just caught up in the moment okay?" he says sternly. you look back at him, you felt yourself getting weaker from every word that came out of his mouth. you open your mouth slightly, about to speak but, he just continues, "just-," he sighs, "just keep your mouth shut about it okay? I can't have people knowing." he says, while avoiding eye contact.

keep your mouth shut? how could he just say that? is it because it would effect his image? "why? because you're embarrassed?" you let out shakily. there was a moment of silence but he nods, "yes." he says bluntly. there was that feeling again, getting worse by the second. you nod slowly, "got it." you whisper before turning around to walk away.

Chris looks up at the sight of you walking away. secretly, he felt terrible for hurting your feelings but, he knew he couldn't show it. he turns around and walks the opposite direction, scolding himself in the inside. why did he let it get so far if this is what he had to do? why did he care so much? his friends would ridicule him for god knows how long, if they ever found out what happened between you two. as much as he's hurting in secret, he knew he couldn't be seen with you or associated with you.

-end of flashback-

the bell rings, snapping you out of your deep thought. you move slowly to put your books in your bag. Chris was secretly taking small glances over at you, he still felt terrible for everything. he bites his lip softly before getting up, looking away slinging his backpack onto his shoulder. he walks out of class, making you look up at him go. your heart dropping but, you quickly shake it off.

you get up and walk out of class, your head dropping down to your feet as you took steps. there you were in deep thought once again but, it was quickly interrupted by a thud. you look up startled, you meet eyes with an irritated girl. you had just bumped into her as she scoffs slightly, "move." she scolds as you nod, "sorry." you mumble about to walk past her but she stops you, "what was that?" she says, "speak louder you freak." you look around to quickly realize that now everyone was watching, even Chris. he's stood there with a group of friends as he watches with a blank expression.

"i'm sorry..." you spit out nervously as she mocks you, "i'm sorry- yeah you should be. next time pay attention." you nod slowly before walking away, your cheeks flustered by embarrassment. Chris deep down felt angered for you. he never understood why anyone would pick on you but, obviously he kept that to himself. "dude something is up with that girl." one of his friends says, catching Chris's attention. he clears his throat before nodding in agreement, "right. try being sat next to her." he chuckles a bit as he ridicules you to his friends. which deep down he didn't feel right doing but, he felt the need to. you turn your head around to meet eyes with Chris, hurt from the words that came out of his mouth. his expression falters slightly, realizing you heard him.

how could he act like that? you thought to yourself. you turn back around as you continue your steps down the hallway. how could he talk about you like that with his friends when you both knew what happened between you two? it was all making your head spiral. you thought of yourself as a fool for falling for his ways. like said before, too good to be true.

at the end of the day, Chris heads out the school doors as he begins to say bye to his friends. he walks towards his car, unlocking it, and getting inside with a small sigh. as he's about to start his car, he looks up slightly, doing a double take as he watches you from afar, walking by yourself. you always walked home and he always felt bad deep down that you had to. he bites his lip slightly before looking up at his rear view mirror, staring into the back seat. he gulps slightly before the memory floods his head.

-flashback-

you sit quietly at your desk. you rummage through your backpack as you begin to pull out your notebook for class. Chris walks into class as he looks around for a seat. the teacher then speaks up to him, "you are sitting next to Y/n. over there." she points. you lift your head up, meeting Chris's gaze as he takes in your appearance. you had doe eyes, with flustered red cheeks, and your lips matched the shade of it. he nods at the teacher before walking over to sit next to you. he takes off his backpack as he leans back into his seat. you focus your attention forward, trying to avoid his presence. he glances at you, looking at you up and down before he speaks up quietly, "i'm Chris."

you glance at him slightly before continuing to face forward. he chuckles softly before leaning forward and resting his arms on the desk, keeping his eyes on you, "you hear me or you just ignoring me?" he asks. you sigh quietly before turning to face him, "I know who you are." you mumble. "oh so you were ignoring me?" he teases, slightly cocking up an eyebrow. "didn't mean to." you mumble quietly as you focus your gaze down at your notebook. "right... so your name is Y/n?" he asks curiously, making you nod slowly, "yup." you respond dryly.

this intrigued him, usually girls would fall to their knees to have a conversation with him but, you? you treated him like he was just whoever. "playing hard to get or are you just not much of a talker?" he says playfully, fiddling with his pencil. you stay silent as you look up at the board. "okay so not much a talker." he speaks up again. you sigh once again before looking at him, why was he trying so hard to get you to talk? "look, yes, i'm not much of a talker but also, I just don't feel the need to talk to you okay?" you say bluntly before turning your gaze back to the board.

he grins slightly before putting both his hands up in defense, "got it." he says leaning back into his seat. you paid attention to the lesson as you carefully took notes as the teacher spoke. meanwhile, Chris would just roll his eyes in boredom, still taking glances at you when he got the chance.

as much as you didn't want to speak to him, as days passed by with him sat next to you, you had no choice but to give in and speak to him. he mostly rambled about non sense but, you just let him. you started to realize he wasn't that bad to talk to, even though he did most of the talking, you felt like you could say anything to him without feeling judged. deep down, he was really understanding and down to earth. he was respectful and when you did speak, he would keep his eyes on you, blocking everyone out. it didn't take very long for you to start feeling some type of way towards him. in your defense, he was the only guy who really kept a strong conversation with you.

one day, the weather took an unexpected route. you always walked home from school and today as you begin to walk, you feel droplets fall onto your head. you look up at the cloudy sky as it begins to pour rain. you stop in your place as you sigh, looking back ahead of you. it takes you almost about 30 minutes to get home. this was going to suck, you thought. to make it worse, you were wearing only a thin long sleeve shirt and jeans. the cold air mixed with the cold water hitting you, made you walk extremely slow.

Chris gets in his car quickly as he starts it, immediately turning on the windshield wipers. he throws his back pack into the passenger seat as he begins to drive. what an odd day for rain, he thought to himself. he wasn't driving for long as he does a double take at your figure, walking alone the rain. "is that Y/n?" he whispers to himself before rolling down the window, driving slowly near you, "Y/n!" he calls out, making you turn your head to face whoever has called you. you squint your eyes slightly, due to the heavy rain. didn't take you long to figure out it's Chris. "Chris?" you call out, bringing your hand up to your forehead as you continue to squint.

you were soaked from the rain, slightly shivering, "get in!" Chris calls out. you hesitate, "what? no it's okay! i'm soaked." you reply about to continue walking. "get in Y/n! i'm not letting you walk in this rain!" he says. you look at him again as you nod slowly before walking around to the passenger seat, getting in. you felt some relief as you felt the warmth of his car but, sitting in soaking wet clothes was uncomfortable.

"shit- I don't think I can drive in this weather." he says as he tries to look forward but, the windshield wipers couldn't even help to clear the view. he decides to pull over so that hopefully this all subsides. you sit there quietly as you look at him. he takes his key out of the ignition before looking back at you. "do you have to be home at a specific time or..." he asks quietly. you shake your head slowly, "no i'm good." you respond, still uncomfortable from the condition of your clothes. "sorry, should I start the car up again?" he asks about to put his key back, "no, it's fine Chris." you say reassuringly as he leans back into his seat and sigh. "I wasn't expecting this weather." he begins to start small talk. "me neither." you say quietly. you both were feeling a bit awkward, unsure what to do in this situation.

the weather was quite terrible and being stuck in a car soaking wet was not ideal for you. as you look down at your hands, you're oblivious to Chris glancing over at you. sometimes his gaze a little longer than the last but, he couldn't help it. the way your damp hair stuck onto your face, your cheeks were flushed red from the coldness, and he couldn't help but watch the way you trembled slightly. "so we're back to this?" he breaks the silence with a small laugh. you look up at him confused, "back to what?" you ask curiously. "you being so quiet." he teases, making you roll your eyes, "well this isn't quite an ideal situation." you shoot back. "you're right. sorry." he says staying silent for a bit but, that obviously didn't last long, "answer me one thing."

your eyes dart to him again confused, "okay..." you say quietly trailing off. Chris meets your gaze, gulping slightly before asking his question, "why do you keep to yourself? so quiet all the time?" you stay silent, caught off guard by his blunt question. why did you? you look back down at your hands, trying to figure out how to respond. “well… I just choose to.” you let out, making Chris shake his head slightly, “elaborate.” he says. you sigh softly before speaking up again, “I guess I choose to stay silent because it’s not like anyone bothers to have a conversation with me.” you pause, playing with your fingers nervously, “why should I waste my breath on people who don’t even bother trying? it saves me the embarrassment.” you mutter quietly.

Chris’s expression falters and he gulps once again, “well you need to give yourself more credit. why do you think you would be embarrassed? when I talk to you, it’s easy and I think people will realize that as well if you try.” he advices, keeping his eyes on you. trying to read your expression. you stay silent, taking in what he just said. “don’t know if you realized but, I am sort of the school’s easy target.” you convey quietly. maybe he’ll understand but, he shakes his head, “easy target? bullshit. don’t take anyone’s shit Y/n.” he says making you scoff with humor, “easier said than done.” you mumble.

you’re caught off guard by what he does next, he lifts your chin up slowly to meet his eyes. “i’m serious. you’re a good person, quite interesting in my eyes.” he says quietly. you swallow a bit, nervous as he runs his thumb across your bottom lip gently. his eyes taking in the sight. “w-what are you doing?” you whisper nervously. “not sure…” he mumbles quietly, “something is just drawing me to you. even from the start.” he adds on in a small whisper.

you look away, pulling your face away from his hand. he sits there a bit shock from your sudden movement, “did I say something wrong?” he asks. you look down at your feet as you shake your head slowly, “n-no it’s just… i’m not trying to be apart of your game…” you admit in a small whisper. he raises his eyebrows a bit, “what game?” he asks still confused. “i’m not stupid Chris.” you turn to face him, “what do you mean something is pulling you to me? is that what you say to every girl?” you continue. “do you think I just get with every girl? I mean what I say Y/n. ever since from the start, I felt drawn to you. your demeanor.” he admits, hoping you’d understand. “I-I don’t know…” you whisper quietly. he places his hand on your cheek gently, his touch cold as he makes you face him. “I mean it.” he says quietly. it felt genuine to you but, what if it’s too good to be true?

silence filled the air. the tension between you was obvious as you let out a shaky breath, slowly looking down at his lips and back up to his eyes. you lean in slowly, something about him was now drawing you in, were you falling for his trap? but how can someone sound so genuine? you feel his lips attach onto yours softly, making your heart beat fast. both yours and his lips moved in such synchronization. his hand eventually move away from your cheek as it snakes behind your neck. Chris deepens the kiss, making you place your hands on his shoulders hesitantly. you couldn’t help but think, he’s so good at this, of course he was. he then pulls away suddenly, trying to read your expression, “is this okay?” he whispers. making you nod slightly with a gulp. he unbuckles his seat belt, bringing his hand back behind your neck, kissing you once again, this time more eager than the last.

you moan softly against his lips, making him run his hands down your shoulders, down to your waist. the kiss is nothing like you’ve ever experienced and his touch was gentle. you take the initiative to crawl onto him, both your legs straddling him as you do it without breaking the kiss. his hands run down your back slowly. you move your hips slowly, not meaning to grind against his dick but, you do and it was obvious how hard he is. he places his hands on your ass gently, caressing it slowly as he works his mouth against you with growing hunger. you pull away breathlessly, about to speak up but he gets to it first, “let’s get in the back seat?” he suggests. your eyes linger to the back, making you a little nervous, “u-um… sure…” you whisper. “we don’t have to if you aren’t comfortable-.” he starts off but, you cut him off, “no. i’m comfortable with it.” he nods keeping his eyes on you. you make your way to the back seat, him following shortly after. you sit there in silence as the thoughts begin to eat at you again. how many girls have been back here? you see Chris begin to take off his shoes, making you do the same.

he gently holds you by the waist, laying you down carefully. his eyes never left yours as he whispers, “you’re so beautiful.” you feel your cheeks heat up as you whisper back, “thank you…” he leans down to your face as he begins to kiss you once again. this time, his hand lingers down your thigh. he then brings his mouth to your neck, kissing it delicately. his hand then goes up under your shirt slightly, feeling his cold hand graze your lower stomach, making you shiver slightly. he then brings his lips back to yours as he deepens the kiss, moving his hand down your pants slowly, making his fingers slowly rub up and down your clothed heat. you let out a small breath in between the kiss as you open your eyes and push him away slightly. “w-wait.” you whisper breathlessly. he looks down at you, his features barely lit up by the gloomy atmosphere from the outside, “what’s wrong?” he asks concerned. “it’s just…” you look down at his hand in your pants, “i’ve never done this…” you confess. his face softens as he whispers, “are you sure you want this?” even though you’ve been hesitant, you want it so bad. “yes.” you mutter slightly confident. he nods, “i’ll be gentle okay?” he whispers, continuing his hand movement, he slowly brings his hand into your underwear, running his fingers up and down your folds slowly, “you’re already so wet beautiful.” he says quietly, his eyes still never leaving yours.

“i’m going to stretch you out a bit first. is that okay sweetheart?” he asks softly. you feel your heart about to pound out of your chest from the pet name, “y-yes.” you let out with a soft breath. he remains eye contact as he brings his fingers near your entrance. he pushes one finger in first, his fingers were long and you feel your chest rise and fall from the sudden sensation. he pumps his finger slowly as he watches you carefully. your eyes flutter shut as you take in the new feeling. you moan softly, which to him was angelic. your eyebrows furrow slightly as he continues to pump slowly. “okay i’m going to add another finger. is that alright beautiful?” he whispers. you swallow and nod, your eyes still shut. he adds a another finger making you gasp quietly, “you okay sweetheart?” you nod at his words as he now pumps in and out of your soaking core slowly. “does it feel good?” he coos soothingly. “y-yes Chris.” you moan out as his fingers begin to redouble it’s efforts. he begins to pump his fingers a bit faster, making your thighs close in slightly, “C-Chris.” you stutter at the sensation. he uses his other hand to pry your legs apart slowly as he whispers, “you’re doing so good f’me.” he then uses his thumb to rub small circles on your clit, making you gasp once more. how did he know how to do this so well? how did he know the right places?

he uses his other hand to rub my cheek delicately as he whispers, “you’re so pretty under my touch.” your eyes meet his as your eyebrows furrow more, your eyes glossy from the pleasure. you feel the knot in your stomach form, signifying how close you are. “I-I’m going to cum Chris.” you whine out, making him grin slowly, “be a good girl and cum all over my fingers sweetheart.” he says, making the knot in your stomach snap, letting out ragged gasps, your back arching a bit at the high. “oh my god.” he lets out breathless, “you’re so perfect.” he says taking out his fingers, bringing it up to his mouth, cleaning his fingers dry, “tastes s’good.” he says with small groan. he then places his hand on the button of your jeans, “may i?” he asks huskily. you nod as you watch him begin to unbutton your jeans and tug them down slowly, along with your underwear. his eyes dart at your now exposed core. you feel your heartbeat speeding up as you feel slightly ashamed. “you’re perfect.” he reassures as he licks his lips slightly. he then unbuttons his jeans, pulling them down. leaving his boxers still on. the obvious boner is peaking through it. your eyes widen slightly. even though he was still covered, it was obvious how big he was. he then moves his gaze to the glove compartment, opening it to pull out a condom. of course he has a stash in his car. how often does he do this to be so prepared?

you watch as he meets your eyes once again, pulling his boxers down. the tip of his dick hitting his stomach slightly. you gulp nervously. you couldn’t believe this was happening right now. about to lose your innocence in the back seat of the most popular guy in school. he rips open the condom wrapper, pulling it out and handing it to me, “put it on me.” he says, making you sit up and look at his dick, now close to you. you begin to roll it down his length slowly, “i-is it going to fit?” you ask nervously. he chuckles softly before rubbing your cheek, “it’ll fit sweetheart. you tell me if it hurts too much.” he says as he lays you back down gently. the sound of rain escapes your ears, due to how loud your heart pounding. he spreads your legs open as he aligns in between you, “i’ll put the tip in only for now okay?” he says quietly. you nod hesitantly as you look down at his cock. he runs his hand on it at first before lowering it in front of your entrance. he lubricates the tip of his protected cock by rubbing it up and down your folds slowly. he then pushes his tip in gently, his eyes flickering up to your face. you bite your lip a bit hard as your facial expression betrays the pain you feel.

he stops and whispers, “it’ll only hurt for a bit. i promise it’ll feel better okay? just breathe f’me.” you nod as you do as he says. he thrusts his tip in and out slowly, you begin to ease slightly. you continue to watch his tip disappear and reappear in you as he watches your face closely. after a bit, he then speaks up, “i’m going to go further okay?” you nod in response, still nervous it won’t fit fully. he begins to push into you further, slowly stretching you out more. your mouth opens, a small whimper escaping, “C-Chris it’s too big.” he looks at you as he stops, “it’s okay sweetheart. just be a good girl okay? you’re doing good so far.” he says. you swallow as you flicker your eyes from his face to the scene happening. he behind to move slowly, a grunt coming from his mouth, “shit. you feel so good around me baby.” he looks down at the sight of his cock going in and out of you slowly, “you’re doing good.” he reassures. he continues his slow and deep thrusts, making you throw your head back slowly. moans flying out of your mouth from the burning sensation. “so beautiful baby.” he moans lowly as he continues to watch his movements. “y-you can go faster.” you let out shakily.

“are you sure?” he asks with a bit of worry, “I don’t want to hurt you.” you nod, “i’ll be okay.” you whisper. he nods as he begins to pick up the pace. his hand rests behind your neck as he rests his forehead against yours. his thrusts are fast and deep, hitting your g spot with every movement. “so fucking good.” he mumbles close to your face. you attach your lips onto his as he does the same back. with this, he begins to slam into you at a rough pace. making you moan loudly against his lips, “Chris!” “you’re doing s’good baby. keep taking it like a good girl.” he moans lowly as he continues. the car is filled with the sounds of your skins slapping against each other. you grip his shoulders a bit hard, making him hiss slightly against your lips. he leans back up a bit as he places his hand on your chin, his thumb resting on your lip. “who knew you could take dick so good.” he lets out as his thrusts continue to progress. you moan loudly as he grips your chin a bit harder, “open your mouth sweetheart.” you do as he says as he pushes his thumb into your mouth.

“such a good girl obeying me.” he says as he moves his thumb in and out of your mouth, still pounding into you. you gurgle slightly as your eyes shut tightly from the feeling of his cock, hitting your g spot so good. the pleasure is nothing you’ve ever felt before. you didn’t want this to end. he was so careful with you, so reassuring, and thoughtful. he knew how to work your body perfectly. he then removes his thumb from your mouth as he grips your jaw gently, “you’re s’good wrapped around me.” he groans as he then pulls your thighs up to his chest, pounding into you at a more fast pace. you gasp loudly as you swallow harshly, “ah! fuck!” you moan loudly. you forgot that it was still daylight, if the rain clears up anytime soon, you guys would for sure be caught. “what baby? you like that?” he asks sweetly. you whine with a nod, the feeling was unbelievable. the way you both rock together was something you never expected. the noises that came out of his mouth, made you feel great. not only were you feeling incredible, you knew he was too. how many girls have seen him like this? you feel the knot in your stomach appear again as he doesn’t hold back with his thrusts. “I-I’m so close!” you moan loudly. “cum all over this dick sweetheart.” he says with a grunt following. you start to feel your legs shake as the knot snaps once again, letting you release all over his dick. he feels you clench around him as you shudder, your face contorting into pure ecstasy. he watches you fall apart under him, making his face turn into slight submission. he continues to pound into you before one final thrust, releasing his hot cum into the condom inside of you. he moans loudly as he rides out his climax, “fuck such a good girl.” he grunts.

when regaining strength, he looks down at you, you both were sweaty. he moves your hair from your face, making it unstick as he smiles softly, “you’re incredible. i’ve never felt this good before.” he whispers. you look up at him as you swallow, “r-really?” he nods, “yes really.” you both eventually lay there in silence, taking each other in as he places soft kisses on your forehead. the windows were all fogged up and you start to hear the rain again. your heart beating fast still as he lays onto of you. what could get any better than this?

the next few days, you notice Chris a bit distant. he would barely talk to you in class and you were starting to feel like something was up. one day, you follow him, calling out for him, “Chris!” he turns around and looks at you but, he quickly looks around nervously, “what?” he asks. “why are you acting so weird? you’ve been treating me differently.” you say confused. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” he says before turning around about to continue walking. “seriously? what we fuck and all of the sudden i’m nothing?” you ask slightly hurt. he turns around and looks at you with a harden expression, “can you keep your voice down? look, it was a mistake.” he reveals, your face dropping.

-end of flashback-

so not only do you think about it, Chris does too. he has been thinking about it. it eats him up inside but he can’t help but try to ignore it, to keep up his reputation. he looks away from the rear view mirror as he sighs. no one knew he was hurting like this. he hated the fact he pushed you away. he lied to you and said it was a mistake but, it was further from the truth. it wasn’t a mistake to him. he meant what he said, it was the best he’s ever felt. he couldn’t fight back his underlying emotions in that moment. he glances back up at the mirror, taking in the back seat again before looking down at his phone. he pulls up your contact and immediately texts you.

Chris

‘i’m sorry Y/n. I didn’t mean to hurt you.’

he sees you read it but, he gets no response.

Chris

‘please talk to me. it wasn’t a mistake. i’m sorry it took me so long to admit it.’

he sits there desperately as he waits.

Y/n

‘it’s fine but, you made me realize it really was a mistake.’

Chris

‘no don’t say that please. it was a dick move of me. please believe me.’

Y/n

‘I fell for your game. I can’t believe I fell for your sweet talk.’

Chris

‘Y/n believe me. everything I said to you that day, I meant every bit of it. I know it’s hard for you to believe but, I went everyday beating myself up for it. you are more than you think and I want to prove to you I can do better.’

Y/n

‘yeah how?’

Chris

‘just let me be the man for you. I don’t care what anybody says. let me prove that to you that I won’t let my reputation get in the way.’

Chris’s attention is soon interrupted by a knock at his car door window. he looks up from his phone and sees you standing there. he opens the door quickly and embraces you, “i’m really sorry okay?” he whispers, “I don’t want to lose you again.” you melt into his touch as you sigh, “it really hurt Chris.” “I know but-.” he pulls away pausing for a bit as he looks down at you, “I really will do anything to make it up to you.” he whispers. you look up at him as you try to read his expression, last time you didn’t know what was real or not. will he make it up to you? or does he just want more of your innocence? you just stay silent as you rest your head on his chest.

a/n: sorry if it’s so long! hope you enjoyed. likes, comments, and reblogs are so highly appreciated. love you guys.

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[cheriladycl01]

Kinktober 21/10/2024 Lando Norris - Cockwarming

Plot: Clingy Lando will do absolutely anything to feel close to you, even when he’s streaming.

Warnings: Kinktober, SMUT, dry humping, Cockwarming, p in v etc 18+ Minors DNI

You get home after a long gruelling day of modelling for Calvin Klein, you were in and out of a super cold dressing room infront of the hot lights and camera and you were exhausted and really just wanted a massive cuddle from you boyfriend.

However, once you got further into yours and Landos apartment you could hear the sound the familiar sound of your boyfriends laughter and his loud voice shouting the apartment down. You were happy Lando had the money to soundproof the outer walls but the whole apartment you could hear everything through, which made steam by night when friends where staying over a bit of an issue for you, Lando of course never cared and was happy to show all his friends how well he treated you.

From the short conversation you could hear before he got to the door you could make out that he was streaming with Ginge and Max. You knock on the door pretty loudly and things go quiet until you hear the roll of his chair wheels and the padding of his feet.

“Ahhhh baby, you’re back! How was your day?” He says kissing your head before pulling you back to look at you. And immediately a frown comes over his face when he sees yours.

It was one thing you loved and hated about your boyfriend. He could read you like a book and he always knew when something was wrong.

“What’s wrong, what happened?” He asks sorry evident in his tone.

“Nothing, just a long day. Pretty tired and I just wanna be with you” you say softly smiling at him shyly.

“Come in and sit with me then. You can talk to Ginge and Max too” he offers and you shake your head. You didn’t really feel like socialising with anyone but Lando, you were too exhausted from all the people and the hustle and bustle they had caused at the studio today.

“Don’t wanna see anyone, just you. I don’t wanna be on camera either. Just wanna be close to you right now” you admit with a sigh and he nods. He holds his finger up to indicate to wait there and he comes back only 20 seconds later.

“I turned the camera off and you don’t have to speak to anyone. You can just sit in my lap yeah?” He asks with a smile and you nod, a smile finally gracing yours. You walk in with him seeing his game is paused on one monitor and chat going so quickly you can hardly see what people are saying just catching a few

Camera gone? 🥹

What happened? 🙁

Where did bob go?

He takes a seat in his chair and pats his lap, you join him sitting on his lap, facing the desk watching his monitor as his arms comes round either side of you to reach mouse and keyboard.

“WHERE ARE YOU” you can hear Ginge’s voice through the headphones making you stifle a laugh. Lando unmutes and kisses your shoulder.

“Sorry, Y/N came home and she’s had a bit of a bad day guys and she wanted to come sit with me” Lando explains chat starting to floods with your names and various comments of asking to put the ‘pretty woman’ which is apparently you, on screen for them too see.

“No chat. She’s not feeling her best today, so she’s just sitting with me until I’ve finished for the day. So you all need to behave” he explains and chat floods with nice and kind messages for you telling you to get better and hope you have a better day tomorrow which you know you will as you and Lando will have you ‘rot day’ as you both like to call it.

Eventually it gets too hard sitting in Landos lap normally, your hair was in the way of your arms were pushing him back in the chair and so he asked you to spin round so that you were straddling him.

You straddle his lap leaning into him, so your head was laying in the crevice of his neck and shoulder and just listen to him stream. You always loved his voice it was so flaming to you.

Eventually you start to get a little needy. Whether it was because you hadn’t seen him in so long or it was the way you were straddling him. And you knew it was bad, so bad but you couldn’t help it when you shifted forward and heard a small little groan from him. It was a natural one that could have been put off a him getting annoyed with the game. So you tested it again.

And again and again, working yourself up.

He just smiles at you, watching your movement. And you wanted more of a reaction from him, you needed him and you wanted to feel closer to him. Skin to skin contact was something both you and Lando loved and right now there was too much in the way for that.

You continue going in at a better angle and he nearly moans but covers it with a cough, that was suspicious and before he can get away with it of course Ginge queries it, having been present to yours and Landos clinginess in person.

He explain that he just had something caught in his throat just as he died which everyone seems to believe. He mutes his mic, trying to look at you with a teasing look on his face.

“Be a good girl okay? If you want to be closer for it, go for it but no noise okay and you stay still until I say so” he says and you nod, a happy grin on your face.

You slip his cock out, pulling your own panties to the side before you sink down onto him, your thighs burning at first from holding you up at this angle but once you finally bottom out a sigh of relief comes from you.

Lando shifts only once to help himself get into a comfort position knowing he’s in this for the long run and that he’ll be like this for a while longer before he unmutes and goes back to talking to his friends and playing his game.

The feeling of his cock inside you, just sitting there makes you incredibly happy. You can’t even describe that close feeling you get. You and Lando actually loved to cockwarm. Whenever you were home watching a movie and cuddling his dick would just happen to slip inside you and stay there until the credits rolled. Or like now when he was streaming… it was just something so pleasurable and nice that didn’t require any effort at all.

You could feel every crevice and vein that was against your walls. Your head remained in the crevice of his neck while you stay sat still in his lap, breathing in and out slowly. Your breathing regulates and eventually you fall asleep on top of him.

As far as Cockwarming had gone you usually had some kind of entertainment and you weren’t this tired and so you never had actually fallen asleep with Lando where he was inside you. Moving every now and then when he got a kill and he celebrated, a hand coming onto your bum as he lurched forward with a cheer of glory.

In your soft slumber you can barley hear him having fun with his friends your just letting the day escape from your mind and being in the arms of your favourite person.

You wake up as a forceful jolt sends Landos dick up into you, hitting that soft spongey place you liked a groaned moan coming from you.

“Ah oop that the princess awake. I’m going to have to cut it here guys as I think it’s time for dinner” he says as he ends the stream, leaves discord and shuts of his PC all while you wake up.

“Wanna take this to the bedroom sweetheart?” He asks and you nod, wanting to feel him immediately.

And let’s just say, that night ended much better than you’d anticipated.

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[ktownshizzle]

Terms & Conditions | Chapter Eight

✎ ˎˊ˗ Pairing: Min Yoongi x female Reader

✎ ˎˊ˗ Summary: Managing Min Yoongi as one of your encoders during his alternative military service should’ve been simple. He is quiet, punctual—and can apparently type as fast as he can rap! Not to mention the fact that he is easy on the eyes and keeps wanting to help you. You’ve signed an iron-clad NDA, detailing the full terms and conditions of his temporary employment, so you’re supposed to keep things professional, but what happens if neither of you wants to?

✎ ˎˊ˗ Genre: Fluff, smut, co-workers to lovers, office romance, idol!au ✎ ˎˊ˗ Warnings: Purely speculative regarding Yoongi’s alternative military service and how this is really done in SK, some cursing, boss/employee relationship sorta but there's no power play involved, reader and Yoongi are within the same age range ✎ ˎˊ˗ Chapter Warnings: Suggestive, Angst, Y/N is not our girlypop in this chapter, invasion of privacy, timeskip kinda

✎ ˎˊ˗ Word count: 2k ✎ ˎˊ˗ Posting date: May 23, 2025

✎ ˎˊ˗ Notes: It’s short and it’s not sweet. Do not come for me. 🙁 But going into hiding just in case… Thank you my lovely @glossdebut for betareading.

Series Masterlist | K’s Masterlist

Yoongi appears in the doorway in nothing but checkered boxers and bed head, holding two mismatched mugs, white steam swirling above it. He doesn’t say anything, not verbally at least. Eyes warm, grin lazy–that’s his good morning.

You push yourself up against the pillows, taking your mug with a gentle smile. “Morning,” you say, voice still coated in sleep. 

You take a small sip, place the cup on the nightstand beside his.

He slides in beside you, looping an arm around your waist, and you tuck yourself under his arm, cheek against the pillows of his chest.

“Sleep okay?” he asks, lips brushing your hairline.

“Yeah. You?”

His chest rumbles with a satisfied hum. “Best sleep I’ve had in years. Might be your fault.”

You breathe out a smile. The man who loves you is right here, looking like an angel, smelling like your cinnamon body wash. Nothing else matters. Right?

“Yoongi?”

He hums, drawing lazy circles on your back with the tips of his fingers. The question stays stuck in your throat. Instead, you hug him tighter. He doesn’t press you further.

Not long after, his breathing has become longer, more even, deeper. He’s so peaceful, so content, lying in your too-small bed, on your old-ass duvet. Again, he’s fallen asleep. Must have been really tired from all the socialization yesterday.

You stay with him for a few moments before you wiggle out of his embrace and drink your cold coffee.

The next few days felt strange. You were feeling a tug of war in your heart and your brain. The bitter pang from the party is still a splinter in your heart, not necessarily painful, but still there, just waiting to be infected.

You’re afraid that you’ve become a little selfish. Sometimes you wish he wasn’t an idol. Actually, that’s a lie. You often wish that these days. Especially when you open your closet and see that dress you wore to attend that fuckin’ event.

Dangerous thoughts come and go like wind through windows left ajar. You want to push it all away, flush it down the drain. 

Because you should feel complete. But why do you feel so inadequate?

Still there are good days. Great days, even.

When you don’t have dread swirling in the pits of your stomach. When you’re not waiting for the proverbial shoe to drop.

Those are the days you want to remember forever. Yoongi hugging you from behind as you wash the dishes. Yoongi working on music with his headphones on and you’re across him reading a book and the peace of just coexisting in one place is just overwhelmingly comforting.

Since the whole audit thing, you try to be a bit more careful in your office. Hyun-woo has started his rounds more frequently, checking up on completion of tasks like a hawk. He said a certification is coming up so he just wants to make sure everything is running smoothly. Fair.

No more back office boinking then. But you still find ways to have fun. 

Yoongi likes to give you eyes. That’s always been his thing. Sometimes he glances too long like he’s daring you not to feel aroused even as his tongue skirts his pretty teeth. 

He does keep it PG more often than that. You sit across from each other pretending to work, but your foot nudges him under the table, and he hides a grin behind his monitor, raises his brow to get you to quit it.

At one point during a painfully dull Zoom call, you crumple a sticky note and lob it across the room. It hits his shoulder. He barely reacts.

“You missed,” he mouths.

You roll your eyes.

He picks it up, balls it tighter, and holds it up. “If I sink this,” he says, gesturing to the trash bin in the corner, “you owe me a prize.”

You shrug, cos ain’t no way…

He winks. Shoots.

Swish.

You look away, shaking your head. Just keep typing like nothing happened. But he sees the way your mouth twitches.

That night, when you slip into his car after hours, you ask him, “So what’s your prize?”

He smirks. “Lips on my tip, baby.” 

You roll your eyes, but you give him exactly what he won—and then some. He doesn’t stop smiling the entire drive.

Chae has not been around the house lately. She’s been overseeing the operations of another restaurant closer to Goyang and her company gave her lodging closer to the site. You’re so proud of her, gaining accolades after accolades. It was just like in college when she was that effortlessly cool chic that barely studied, did everything against the rulebook, but still graduated cum laude and scored her dream job even before she wore her toga.

Meanwhile, your by-the-book ways have earned you a spot in a dusty government building with no real prospects for further growth. Cool.

During your lunch break, you trade selfies. You with your clubhouse sandwich and her with her bowl of bibimbap. Hers look yummier by miles.

Chae: sandwich looks sad but ur glowing  You: lol idk about that. Been stressed. Chae: where’s loverboy?

You roll your eyes. She’s been teasing you about that like you were both still in high school. You fire off a picture of Yoongi across from you, a piece of lettuce hanging from the side of his mouth as he continues to chew like a goat.

Chae: tell yoongi I said hi Chae: actually don’t i’m shy You: tell jk i said hi Chae: k Chae: fuck You: knew it You: you better tell me everything

It hits you when you’re at your most defenseless.

You’ve just washed your face. Hair up, oversized shirt, no bra, no makeup. You’re in your kitchen with a tub of yogurt and a spoon in your mouth, scrolling TikTok mindlessly, when a Kakao notification comes through.

Unknown number. One attachment.

It’s a single still capture from a CCTV. Slightly blurry, but you recognize the scene instantly.

You and Yoongi, going inside the storage room at work last week. 

What happened was you’d gone in to grab extra supplies. He’d followed you just to sneak a kiss. The kiss isn’t in the shot, but your posture gives everything away when you emerge, his hand at your waist, your body curved toward him, before you both walk off to your separate chairs.

Fuck.

Shit.

FUCK.

You freeze. The yogurt slides off the counter and you don’t even notice.

You scroll up and down to see any other clues, but the screen is unmoving and there’s really nothing else there. 

Until a message comes in: 

How much is this worth to you?

No.

FUCK!

You try to calm down. Why would anyone send this? Who would send this? What does this fucking mean?

Your feet take you to your kitchen. Shaky fingers wrap around the neck of a wine bottle. You uncork it and pour it… straight down your esophagus.

Trembling, you put your phone down like it’s radioactive. You pace your kitchen, suddenly aware of how exposed your windows are. You check the locks. Double-check. Triple-check.

Your hands are shaking as you sit down, open the message again, and stare at it until your vision blurs.

You almost call him. Almost forward it with a panicked “what do we do?”

But then you imagine the look on his face. The worry. The disappointment. The quiet guilt you’d see in his eyes for dragging you into this. For making you a liability.

So instead, you delete it. You don’t know why, but you do.

You crawl into bed deep deep into your duvet like it didn’t happen. Maybe this is just a bad dream.

The sun rises and you have not caught a wink of sleep. You wake up to dried yogurt on the kitchen floor and a cockroach.

Since then, there are glances you can’t unsee.

You think Danbi lingers a beat too long by the copier when you think no one’s watching. You catch her whispering near the HR desk and the way her eyes flick to you makes your stomach twist. You hear laughter from down the hallway and can’t help but wonder if your name is being passed between mouths like a secret no one will say to your face.

You keep telling yourself it’s nothing.

A week passes, you’re at Yoongi’s apartment, helping him fold laundry because it turns out domesticity looks weirdly good on you both. You’re pairing his socks while he’s at the sink rinsing plates before they go into the dishwasher. He hums a little tune.

Your phone buzzes again.

Same unknown number.

Your hands go cold.

This time, it’s a shot of you leaving his car from one night, hoodie pulled over your head, but still clearly you. Taken from a distance, a little grainy, but unmistakable. The message underneath is short:

There’s a price for my silence.

You want to scream. You want to throw your phone into the sink and confess everything. But the words catch in your throat.

“Everything okay?” Yoongi asks, glancing over his shoulder, hands wet from the sink.

You smile too quickly. “Yeah. Just Chae. Meme dump.”

His eyes linger. You think about telling him. You even open your mouth to try, but then the doorbell rings.

Mina and Hoseok step into Yoongi’s apartment like it’s a feature spread in Vogue: long coats, perfect skin, inside jokes already mid-sentence. Mina’s makeup is flawless. Hoseok’s in LV like it’s his grocery run outfit. (It probably is.) They light up the room just by existing.

Yoongi grumbles at the noise but lets them in anyway, dishing out cups and pulling out extra snacks. He side-eyes Mina when she tries to “reorganize” his liquor shelf. He calls Hobi a piece of shit with zero heat when he pulls his vinyls a little carelessly. It’s all very “this is just how we are,” but you can feel the subtle shift.

You’re suddenly hyperaware of your socks not matching. The unfolded laundry still on the couch. The fact that you’re not part of this world—just someone orbiting around it.

Yoongi calls out your name casually, “You gonna join us?”

You shake your head, faking a yawn. “Think I’m coming down with something. I’ll just rest, if that’s okay.”

He eyes you, concerned, then eyes his guests, “Both of you—out.”

“No! Hoseok, Mina, please stay,” you insist.

Skeptical eyes are studying you. But then he nods. “Want me to check on you later?”

You shake your head again. “I’ll be fine.”

You slip into his room and close the door.The second it clicks shut, your lungs deflate.

You sit on the edge of his bed, still clutching your phone. The new message is still open. Your reflection stares back from the screen—dim, distorted, scared.

Your entire life is falling apart.

You lie back, eyes on the ceiling, and try to blink away the tears.

Yoongi used to call you trouble. And now you really are. You don’t want to burden him anymore. He doesn’t deserve this. 

You call him the following night.

It takes him a few rings to answer.

“Babe?” he says, soft and a little breathless. He probably left his phone in another room and ran to answer your call.

Your throat tightens.

“Yoongi,” you say. “We need to talk.”

The line goes quiet for half a second too long. “Okay,” he says slowly. “What’s up?”

You steel yourself.

“I think we should stop seeing each other.”

Silence. Then: “What?”

“It’s just,” you falter. “I don’t think it’s smart. With the NDA. It’s risky. It’s messy. And,your time’s almost up anyways. This was never going to last outside of, like everything, you know that.”

“Bullshit,” he says, instantly. His voice is low, clipped. “That’s not… Y/N, what the fuck?”

You squeeze your eyes shut. “I was wrong. I don’t want this.”

“Fuck,” he shouts. “What are you even saying right now?”

“Yoongi, please…”

There’s a pause. You hear something thrown in the background.

“Are you really breaking up with me over the phone?” he finally asks, almost laughing. “Is that really what this is?”

“I’m sorry.”

“That’s not a yes.”

“I’m sorry,” you repeat, softer this time. “It’s better this way.”

“No,” he says. “It’s not. You know it’s not.”

You don’t answer.

You hang up.

But still, you sit in the dark for a long time, holding your phone like it might ring again.

It doesn’t.

A/N: Okay shit. I guess I am ready for y’all to shout at me in the comments. 🙇🏼‍♀️ Thanks for reading you lovely beautiful human. xo

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[parkersbliss]

if you and the COD men had Instagram

pairing: task force 141 x gender neutral reader (platonic), ft. keegan, alex, konig and alejandro

warnings: totally inaccurate brain rot, some of these people would not have instagram or post them like this LOL, like def OOC but it was funny to me? obvi they don't actually know each other canonically

a/n: I canon ghost would actually vaguely appear in the back of their insta posts with no tag and people just think the grim reaper is coming after them :)

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soapify gang and @/lasvargas !!! view all 33 comments

(Y/U/N) ZOO WEE MAMA SOAP UR BICEPSSS 🤤 → soapify glad someone noticed → gatzby one bite? 🥺 → soapify boy.

j.price my men → (Y/U/N) no, MY men :)

gatzby ghost in jeans really completes the vibes → (Y/U/N) imagine ghost is actually smiling behind the mask → user141 I'm not.

lasvargas this is too cold, showing the opps fr → (Y/U/N) @/iphilgraves 😘 → gatzby BITCH U HAVE HIS INSTA?? → soapify do NOT bring his energy on my page. → j.price (Y/N). office. now. → (Y/U/N) awww 🙁 → user141 this doesn't surprise me

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gatzby FOAP!! view all 122 comments

user141 Calling an airstrike on you right now. → gatzby NO PLEASE

soapify GHOAP → user141 Die.

(Y/U/N) bros got an overbite fr → user141 I will literally knock out your teeth.

katelasss Never seen this angle of him → user141 And you never will again.

iphilgraves Not so tough with the jaw hanging out, now? → lasvargas gtfo before I bomb you → iphilgraves Thought we were teaming up to mutually bully him → gatzby I BLOCKED U??? → iphilgraves Whoops

j.price Did you take this before we got ambushed? → (Y/U/N) it was funny → j.price Kids 🤦‍♂️

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(Y/U/N) did somebody say serve? view all 99 comments

user141 Serve your country. → (Y/U/N) I am????

soapify serve me a sandwich → (Y/U/N) bitch.

gatzby serve me that ASS → (Y/U/N) say less king

j.price Serve some revenge. → (Y/U/N) sir yes sir

lasvargas we all know this diva

katelasss Can you serve a response to your emails? → (Y/U/N) oops, yes ma'am

alexkellar scrolling feels like a divorce → (Y/U/N) it is

vladmak What core is this? → (Y/U/N) beat ur ass core.

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(Y/U/N) he wanted to say hi (we’re stranded at sea) @/kganrusset view all 129 comments

kganrusset YOU wanted to take the photo 🫵 → (Y/U/N) details, details → kganrusset whatever 😒 lmk when you get tired of handing out my number to other bitches → soapify am I included in bitches? → (Y/U/N) are u fucking serious. → gatzby yeah. → kganrusset you can reach me at 348-

j.price How did you end up with Keegan out there? → (Y/U/N) girls trip! → kganrusset Please take them back.

user141 Ghosts crossover before gta6? → (Y/U/N) ghost joining the ghosts when?

soapify the mcu (military commander universe) is expanding → kilokarim ULF crossover again? → iphilgraves shadow company crossover? → (Y/U/N) when? → gatzby (Y/N) STOP. → lasvargas mexican special forces crossover? → konig KorTac crossover? → vladmak Konni crossover? → katelasss No.

j.price Why don't you have half of those people blocked? → (Y/U/N) my bad, cap → user141 They're not blocking them. → (Y/U/N) I like the drama 🤷‍♀️

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[dameronspector]

“Sleepy time for papa and grogu”

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader, Grogu x Parent!Reader, Grogu x Parent!Din Djarin

Summary: You help your favourite boys get adjusted in your new house.

Warnings: Mentions of nightmares/insomnia, mentions of the razor crest blowing up, Established relationship, it’s all nice and sweet fluff with our favourite boys. Also din is helmetless ok cus we deserve more helmetless din content.

Author’s Note: my boys….i assume they must’ve had a hard time getting comfortable in their nevarro cabin at first since they’re used to cramping in a single cot together 🙁 just a self indulgent fic to help my little baby din and little grogu feel comfy and safe in their new house.

You opened your bleary and half asleep eyes to check the display of the clock on your bedside table. 3:15 am, it said. At first, you felt annoyed at the fact that something had woken you up after trying so hard to fall asleep. You see, this was your first time sleeping in this house. And it has been a huge adjustment. But then your sleep addled mind registered that it wasn’t something, but rather someone’s restless movements that woke you up.

You tiredly shuffled until you were on your right side and saw your partner’s muscular and broad back next to you. He was the one who was constantly moving around in bed and that is what woke you up. You’ve never seen Din so restless before, usually out cold the moment he closes his eyes. You opened your bleary eyes fully to see him moving once more before he came face to face with you, let out a big sigh and finally opened his eyes. You swore his brown eyes shone even in the moonlight that came in from your bedroom window. “Oh. I’m so sorry for waking you up, cyare”, he said sheepishly in his soft voice and brought his right arm out of the blanket to cup your cheek.

You sleepily shuffled closer to him and put your hand on top of the one on your cheek. “It’s okay, honey. You’re moving so much…can’t sleep? Somethin’ on your mind?”, you said. He smiled at your concern for him even though he woke you up from your well deserved sleep and rubbed his thumb across your cheek. “Well..I’m not used to such a big space…this bed is too soft…the room is too big…. the silence is so loud that my ears are ringing and…yeah”, he said quietly.

You opened your eyes at this and jutted your bottom lip out at him, removing your hand on top of his to put it on his cheek instead. “Din…im so sorry, cyare. I should’ve checked on you before dozing off. I know all this is new for you”, you said softly while caressing his stubbled cheek. He turned his head to kiss your palm and put his arm around your waist to bring you closer. He leaned his head further in your hand and looked at you with a fond expression. “Don’t apologise, mesh’la…im glad you could get some sleep, atleast. It’s just new to me. And I…,” he trailed off, letting out a big sigh and closing his eyes, as if to avoid being judged by you.

You furrowed your eyebrows at this. “What’s wrong? You know you can tell me anything, right?”, you say gently. He opened his eyes and put his hand back on your cheek. “I know…it’s just..” he took a deep breath in. “I miss the razor crest. I know it was far from a home but…she was my home. She gave me protection during the worst times. And in one way or another, she’s the reason why I have you and the kid with me. I don’t care if there wasn’t enough space. I miss her and I miss our small, hard cot where the three of us would sleep cramped in together. This cabin is really lovely, don’t get me wrong. But it’s so big and now we’re all so far away from each other”, he finished, sounding meek and shy by the end of it. He tangled his hand in your hair to distract him from the blush that was appearing on his cheeks.

Maker, your heart grew three sizes after listening to his confession. You know he struggles with expressing himself but he’s gotten better at it ever since he met you and it’s just getting better ever since he reunited with grogu. Seeing your big, bad mandalorian be vulnerable with you was an honour. “Din Djarin, you are such a softie, did you know that?”, you joked softly while messing his soft hair. He smiled shyly, dimple on show and all. You pushed his hair away from his forehead. “It’s completely okay to miss The Crest, Din. She was a junk, but she was Our junk and she was comfortable, yeah? I can’t tell you how devastated I was when I saw her blow up. I miss her too. She gave the three of us a safe space to be together as a family”, you say affectionately while rubbing your thumb across his hairline. The razor crest will always have a special moment in your hearts. Just as Din was about to speak, you heard a coo from the doorway.

Both of you instantly snapped your heads to see what happened for the kid to leave his crib and join you, only to see that his little body was standing in the doorway with his tiny hands holding his frog plushie, dragging it on the ground because it was bigger than him. He was rubbing one of his eyes with his tiny clawed hand and he cooed once again, as if asking you to pick him up.

Before you even had a chance to move, Din gently removed himself from your embrace and made his way to the kid. “What’s wrong, buddy? Did you have a bad dream?”, he said while picking his son up and caressing his back with his hand. “Bu….”, Grogu cooed once again. The moment he saw you, he made grabby hands at you and demanded to be held. Din smiled. He brought him over to the bed and handed Grogu over to you.

“Hi baby, what’s wrong?”, you asked softly while taking Grogu in your arms. You placed him on your stomach and he hugged his frog stuffy closer to him and looked at you and Din with his bright eyes. “Bu….Ma?”, he cooed while pointing at you and Din. “Yeah kid, we’re right here. What’s wrong?”, Din said while rubbing his tiny hand with his thumb. Grogu climbed down from your stomach and laid down in between you and Din, frog stuffy still clutched in his hands. You and Din looked at each other and smiled. You put your hand on grogu’s little stomach and rubbed it softly. You and Din wanted Grogu to have a space of his own after spending much of his tiny life in confinement and on the run. You had designed his room in beautiful colours and a nice big crib where he could crawl around and put all of his stuffies in. He also had his own wardrobe and a chest of drawers filled with toys. But it looks like even he was missing The Crest with his whole tiny heart.

“You don’t want to go back to your bed, adi’ka? Your plushies are waiting for you.” Din said while rubbing Grogu’s big ears. Grogu looked at Din and let out a soft cry of protest and held your fingers tightly. Din furrowed his eyebrows and looked at you for help. You understood what was happening and let out a quiet giggle. “Looks like someone misses sleeping together with his buirs, isn’t that right, Grogu?”. Grogu let out a huff and blinked up at Din as if he was saying “that’s right, dad.”

Din let out a tiny gasp in realisation and smiled fondly. “Oh I’m so sorry, buddy. You can sleep in here with us”, he said while rubbing Grogu’s tiny head. You observed your boys with a loving look. “How about I help both of you fall asleep, hm?”, you asked while running your hand through Din’s messy curls. Both Grogu and Din turned to look at you. Grogu cooed while smiling and Din flashed his dimpled smile at you. You took that as a yes and laid down. You pick up Grogu and gently set him back on your stomach and settle his stuffie next to him. “Comfortable? You got your friend with you as well”, you ask while running your hand across his tiny back. Grogu let’s out a sigh just like Din does and cuddles closer to you. You and Din let out happy giggles and you finally turn to look at Din. “Lay down, cyare. Come on, it’s sleepy time for papa and grogu”, you say while opening your arms.

Din simply shook his head with a fond smile on his face and hovered over you before cupping your cheek and pressing a lingering kiss on your forehead. You closed your eyes and smiled. He pulled back to look at you with so much love in his eyes before kissing you gently. You kissed him back, nudging your nose against his gorgeous, aquiline nose. He pulled back to stare at you, as if memorising your face and rubbed his thumb across your cheek. “I love you, mesh’la. You’re everything to us”, he says while looking deeply into your eyes. You blushed at this and let out a soft sigh. “Din…you and grogu are literally my heart and my soul. I love you both, so much. I-” you felt a tug at your shirt and looked down at Grogu staring at you two like you disturbed his sleep. He cooed and pulled at Din’s shirt, as if asking him to lay down quickly.

You and Din laughed and Din immediately laid down. He put his arm around Grogu and across your stomach and put his head on your chest. You pushed your right hand through his curls and massaged his scalp which made Din let out a deep sigh and cuddle closer to you. Your left hand was rubbing Grogu’s head softly. “Okay boys, you can relax now. I’m right here. We’re all together now, okay?”, you asked and left a kiss on top of Din’s head. You waited for any movement from them and soon heard both of them snoring softly. You smiled to yourself and buried your face in Din’s curls, falling asleep quickly.

Soon, you realised that home was wherever the three of you were together and that this house would become a Home as well.

[leaderwonim]

✴︎ THE MONSTER’s GONE, HE’S ON THE RUN, AND YOUR BOYFRIEND’s HERE.

pairing. lee heeseung x fem!reader

genre. established relationship, zombie apocalypse au, ANGST, fluff then and there, high sch!au (they’re seniors), mentions of dying and being bitten

synopsis. when it comes down to it, will lee heeseung protect you like he had promised in the beginning of your relationship?

author’s note. This one is a long one and I lwk felt my heart being ripped apart as I finished the ending 🙁 the scene where he sings to her is based off of the scene from “Beautiful Boy” where Nick’s father sings to him. I kind of envisioned Y/n and Heeseung as Cheongsan and On-jo so do whatever you want with this information!

Lee Heeseung was the perfect boyfriend. He was athletic, tall, and most importantly of all, loving. He wasn’t afraid to show you how much he cared about your relationship.

Being the captain of the hockey team came with a lot of perks. For one, no one was able to yell at him for always giving oogly eyes at you during practice, and no one dared say a word when Heeseung would stop in the middle of his laps to talk to you.

“It’s pretty cold, isn’t it?” Ha Kyungmi, the girlfriend of your cousin and Heeseung’s friend, Sunghoon, perched herself right next to you in the stands.

“Heeseung gave me his jersey.”

Kyungmi smirks, letting her hands feel the material of the jersey you have on. “You lucky bitch!” She says, making you giggle. “Heeseung’s never lent someone his jersey before, that’s how you know he’s serious.”

“That’s good to know,” your eyes look back into the ice, seeing your boyfriend and Sunghoon competing to see who was the fastest.

“You hear that breakout that’s been happening in Busan?” Kyungmi digs in her sweater pockets, pulling out her phone. “It’s reaching Seoul. My mom told me about it yesterday.”

You read over the article that Kyungmi shows you on her phone, something about a deadly outbreak that’s been contaminating the people of Korea. It had started in Busan, and it was making its way to Seoul now.

“Hey!” The voice of your boyfriend makes you snap out of your daze. Heeseung makes his way towards you along with Sunghoon, pulling off their skates as they tossed it against the wall.

“You look pretty,” Heeseung leans in to give your cheek a sloppy kiss, one that has Sunghoon pretending to gag at. “What are you gagging at Hoon? As if that’s not you and your girlfriend all the time.”

Sunghoon raises his hand in mock surrender, interlocking his hand with Kyungmi. “It’s weird seeing you kiss my cousin dude!” He says. “We’re gonna go to the cafeteria if you guys want to meet us there later.”

You glance at your phone, realizing there was only 15 minutes of lunch left.

“Sure, we’ll meet you there man.” Heeseung gives Sunghoon a pat on the back before intertwining his hand with yours, pulling you closer to him despite already being in close proximity.”

“Were you cold?” He asks, concerned bambi eyes making you bite your lip.

“No I wasn’t Seungie.” You lean your head on his shoulder, his thumb rubbing your fingers as the two of you stayed in silence for a bit. “We should probably meet with Sunghoon and Kyungmi before lunch ends.”

“Yeah.” The two of you stand up, making your way out of the ice rink. Thankfully for your growling stomach, your school’s cafeteria was only a few meters away.

“There they are!” Kyungmi waves the two of you over, “I told you buying 2 extra sandwiches was a good idea!”

“Okay okay, sorry baby.” Sunghoon says. “Took you guys forever.”

“It was 5 minutes Hoon,” Heeseung rolls his eyes, thanking Kyungmi as she passed you two your sandwiches. “I really don’t want to go to Ms. Jung’s class. She’ll be the death of me.”

Suddenly, there’s a scream, one that is so horrid that it makes your boyfriend drop the glass cup of orange juice he was holding.

“What’s happening?!” Heeseung says, standing up immediately. He wraps his arm around your waist, eyes widening when he sees students panicking all around.

“Quick, Mr. Jeon’s class is nearby!” Sunghoon pulls the three of you towards a classroom. Inside was about 10 other students, whom of which looked like they were on high alert.

“Yah,” one of the guys said, suddenly standing up. You recognize him as Yoo Hanbin, one of your classmates from biology during your tenth year. “Are you guys bitten? Show us your neck and arms.”

“Bitten?” Heeseung scoffs, pulling you closer to him.

“They don’t know what’s happening Hanbin.” One of his friends says calmly. “They’re probably just scared like us. Close the door, hurry.”

Hanbin snarls, but he obliges. He ushers the four of you in, closing the door in a rush. He then places the teacher’s large wooden desk against it with the help of the other students.

“What’s going on?” Kyungmi asks, flinching when a sudden bang comes from the door.

“Quick! Move more desks!” Despite not knowing what the hell was happening, you helped Hanbin and the others place all the desks against Mr. Jeon’s room.

“There’s an apocalypse,” Hanbin’s friend answers after you all catch your breath. “Haruto.” He introduces himself after.

“Apocalypse?” Heeseung’s grip on your hand is suddenly tighter. “What? You mean like a zombie apocalypse Haruto?”

“I didn’t believe it either,” Hanbin slides his body down against the wall tiredly, lifting up his sleeves to show you his arm. “At first.”

It was bloody and looked like it hurt badly.

“I was in the piano room when it happened. Seolhee’s cries were all I could hear before I heard them. Their growls.” Hanbin shakes his head, looking down at the ground. “I tried saving her—but I couldn’t. One of them tried to bite me before I slashed them across the face with the piano chair. I ran so fast that I fell on the way to Mr. Jeon’s room, that’s where the cut came from.”

You can’t help but send the poor boy a look of pity, feeling overwhelmed by the sudden information.

“Is this about the outbreak?” Kyungmi suddenly speaks up. “The one we read about, remember Y/N? Is it the one from Busan causing all of this?”

Haruto solemnly nods, and that’s enough for you to let out a small cry.

Heeseung wraps his arms around you, letting you bury your head into his chest. “Sh, it’s alright.”

But it wasn’t.

You and Heeseung huddle up together against one of the corners of the room alongside Kyungmi and Sunghoon, trying to generate as much heat as possible.

With the whole city in ruins by now, you knew electricity would be gone soon, you just hoped it would be gone in the morning instead of night.

“We’re almost out of water.” Haruto says, getting up suddenly. One of the girls, who you recognize as Ryujin gets up with him.

If you weren’t stuck in a zombie apocalypse, you would’ve gushed over how much they complimented one another. Ryujin was the star tennis player who looked like she hated everybody, but the way she looks at Haruto showed that she more than tolerated him.

“You seriously aren’t thinking..?” Ryujin pulls Haruto back by his arm. “You can’t go by yourself to get water!”

“I’ll go with him.”

For all the years you’ve known Sunghoon, he’s never been as brave as he was now. You could tell Kyungmi was scared out of her mind, grabbing onto his hand as her lips quivered.

“It’s too dangerous! We’ll live without water for now!”

“Don’t be ridiculous baby,” Sunghoon gives her a comforting glance. “Me and Haruto will go, we’ll come back soon.”

“If he’s going, I’m going too.” The emotions Ha Kyungmi felt earlier now transferred to you. You shake your head, not letting Lee Heeseung’s hand fall from yours. “Y/N, please. Sunghoon’s my best friend, I have to.”

But I’m your girlfriend, you wanted to say.

As much as it hurt you, you knew you had to let Heeseung go. The risks were high, but you knew the rest of your classmates were thirsty to death and needed water as soon as possible. You couldn’t be selfish and beg your boyfriend to stay in front of all of them.

“Be safe.” You say, standing up to cup Heeseung’s face. “Please. Protect yourself first.”

He nods, wiping away the tears that escaped your eyes.

“Promise me, Heeseung.” You whisper.

“I promise.”

You let go of Heeseung reluctantly, watching as him, Sunghoon, and Haruto all slowly push aside the desks, opening the door as slowly as possible.

The growls were less prominent than they were a few hours earlier. You didn’t even want to look through the window to see how many zombies were downstairs at your school’s entrance.

As soon as they’re gone, a boy comes and sits himself right next to Kyungmi and you, giving a small smile.

“You okay Kyung?”

You find it weird how close he’s being with Kyungmi, and even weirder that he waited till Sunghoon had left.

“I’m fine Eunwoo,” Kyungmi replies, slouching against the wall. “Are you okay?”

You turn your head back around, not wanting to eavesdrop on your friend. You prayed and prayed that Heeseung would be kept safe when he was going to get water. You knew where the boys were going—Mrs Ahn’s room. She was the only teacher who kept giant packs of water bottles in her class for students who were thirsty. You hoped Mrs. Ahn was still alive.

“They’re going to Mrs. Ahn, aren’t they?” Ryujin asks, sitting herself next to you.

“They are.” You turn to make eye contact with her, surprised to see a purple bruise near her eye. “What happened to you?”

“Zombies.” She grins, although she knows it’s no time for jokes. “I only made a fuss earlier because Haruto was the one who saved me. Despite being quiet, he really knows how to fight off zombies.”

“Hey,” you get closer to her, almost whispering now. “What do you know about Eunwoo over there?”

Ryujin raises her eyebrows, placing her sight on Eunwoo who was talking to Kyungmi up close. “Has had a crush on Ha Kyungmi for over a year now. I see them sometimes.”

Your eyebrows furrow, not expecting such a response. Before you could say anything back, Heeseung and Haruto quickly rush into the room, slamming the desks back onto the door.

“Seungie?” You and Ryujin rush over to help them. They had 2 packs of waters in their hands, letting it drop on the ground along with their knees as they tried to catch their breath.

“I—I—” Heeseung seems choked up, his eyes teary and red. “I tried to help him—I really did.”

Your jaw practically drops knowing full well what Heeseung was implying. Park Sunghoon was nowhere to be found, not behind him, not behind Haruto.

“They came so quickly, we panicked and we just ran and I—” Haruto is unable to finish his sentence when you let out a scream, your body scumming to the floor.

“My cousin’s dead?” You sob out, clutching onto Heeseung’s bloody blazer when he comes down to hug you.

“I can’t believe it,” Kyungmi’s mouth goes dry and she turns over to hug Eunwoo, who rubs her back comfortingly.

You’re too distraught to even question why she was in another guy’s arms right after your cousin, her own boyfriend, just died.

“I’m sorry,” Heeseung repeats over and over again, letting you cry into his shoulder.

“It’s not your fault,” you sniffle. “Tell me he died a quick death. Tell me it wasn’t painful for him Hee.”

“He fell out the window,” Heeseung says, a few tears escape his eyes. “They backed us up into a wall and Sunghoon fell out an open window. We heard a loud slam and when we looked, he was already dead.”

You sob even louder, making Heeseung’s hold on you tighten.

When you finally catch your breath and pull away, you notice how Heeseung has scratches all over his face.

“Oh Seung,” you say, tracing your fingers over them. “It must really hurt.”

“It feels fine when I’m with you.”

The both of you lean against the cushion that’s propped against the bookshelf in Mr. Jeon’s room, your head laying against Heeseung’s shoulder as you both hold each other’s hands tightly. You felt like Heeseung would disappear if your grip loosened.

“Your lip,” Heeseung suddenly says, letting his index finger touch your lips, which were chapped and bleeding.

“It’s fine,” you brush him off, but he shakes his head, reaching into his pocket for something.

“Here, I have your chapstick.” He pulls out your strawberry flavored chapstick, the one that you always bought before the apocalypse had happened.

“Where’d you get this?” You breathe out.

“I always keep a spare one in my pockets because I know you,” Heeseung smiles down at his lap. “I knew it would come in handy.”

Your eyes softened at his words, one hand coming to hold his chin as you lean in to give him a long kiss.

“Thank you Seungie,” you say as you pulled away. “For everything.”

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You suddenly jolt up from your sleep, face covered in cold sweat.

“Hey, hey, everything’s okay.” Heeseung whispers to you.

You take in your surroundings, making out Hanbin and Haruto’s figures guarding the doors and the rest of the students in the class asleep.

You had your head on Heeseung’s lap, your body sprawled along the cold tiled floor of Mr. Jeon’s class.

“How long have I been out?” You ask groggily, trying to squint at the dark clock on the wall.

“Just two hours.” Heeseung sighs. “The growling stopped for a bit. It’s eleven now. You should sleep more.”

You shake your head, disagreeing. “No Seung, you should sleep. I could watch over for a bit with Hanbin and Haruto.”

Heeseung bites his lip, almost as if he was really debating whether or not he should be sleeping right now.

“Seung, please. You need your energy.”

Heeseung agrees hesitantly, letting you switch places so now his head was on your lap.

“Goodnight Hee.” You say, placing a tender kiss on his forehead.

He smiles back at you, closing his eyes as he let sleep consume him.

Your eyes search around the room, focusing on Kyungmi and Eunwoo sleeping on one another.

Before you were too distraught to care about them two, but now that everything was calm, you really took in the situation.

Ryujin’s words rang in your ear like a mantra. Eunwoo liked Kyungmi for over a year now.

Does that mean.. ?

No, it couldn’t. You knew Ha Kyungmi. She was a sweet girl to you for the most part, she wouldn’t do that to your cousin.

Would she?

“They’re here.” You hear Hanbin whispering. His voice was filled with dread and fear, and your worst suspicions were true.

The zombies had reached your classroom.

“EVERYBODY! UP!” Haruto yells, clumsily turning on the small light that was still working in the room. “WE HAVE TO MOVE! QUICK!”

Heeseung wakes up with a grunt, his arms automatically reaching for your waist as if it was a natural reflex.

“They’re here?” He asks, squinting a bit at the bright light.

“Yes, let’s wake the others.”

You two start tapping your classmates awake.

“There’s a window we can climb out of.” Hanbin points at the window that was half covered by the cushion you and Heeseung had laid on earlier. “It’s not a big drop so we’ll survive it. It’s our only escape.”

Your classmates all start talking at once, some unsure of Hanbin’s plan.

“We don’t have much time!” Ryujin exclaims. “Quick! Climb out!”

A few of your classmates help each other get out of the window carefully, cheering silently when it works successfully.

“I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to hold them off.” Haruto says, the desks being pushed out by the bangs of the zombies on the door.

“Kyungmi! Let’s go!” Eunwoo grabs the girl’s hand, pulling her towards the window.

“Eunwoo—but—Y/N?!” She turns to face you, who was currently helping the boys hold the door against the zombies. “Y/N!”

“Just go Kyungmi!” You yell, watching as Eunwoo helps her get out first.

“We’re going to have to let go and make a swift run for it,” Hanbin says to the three of you. “A broken arm or leg will be better than dying at the hands of these creatures.”

Haruto closes his eyes, nodding slowly at his friend’s words. “On a count of three.”

“One.”

“Two.”

“Three!”

The four of you let go, the zombies automatically piling into the room as soon as you do.

Haruto and Hanbin are quick, climbing out and jumping onto the ground in a swift second.

“Cmon Heeseung! Y/N!”

Heeseung climbs out first, foot barely making it out the window before one of the zombies have got you.

“Y/N!” He screams, hands gripping onto the window as he tries to reach for you.

“Heeseung! It’s not worth it!” Kyungmi shouts, “they’ve already got her, she’s gonna die anyway, it’s not worth it.”

Heeseung’s vision goes red at this. “I don’t fucking care Kyungmi! Unlike you, I actually love my girlfriend to death and would do anything for her!”

His words have her cowering in embarrassment, Eunwoo wrapping a protective arm around her.

“Yah you fucker!” Eunwoo yells. “You want to be with your girlfriend so badly? Then die!”

He and Kyungmi run off to find shelter, the only two who were left were Hanbin and Haruto.

They were silently begging Heeseung to drop it with their eyes, telling them that it wasn’t worth it.

“Cmon Heeseung man,” Haruto says croakily. “You’ll die.”

“Then I’ll die with her.” Heeseung whispers. He watches as one of the zombies bite you, making you scream out in pain.

The zombies all make their way to another classroom when they realize you’re the only one, and since you’ve already been bitten, you were no longer desirable to them.

Despite knowing he would most likely die if he did it, Heeseung climbs back into the room, pulling you into his arms as he did many times before.

“Hey, hey.” He chokes up as he pulls you closer. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s—okay.” You reassure him, eyes slowly turning red as your twitching hands come up to touch his jaw. “Will you sing to me Heeseung?”

You had always joked before that Heeseung would become a famous singer in the future, his beautiful voice entrancing you whenever he’d sing or hum a song.

“Of course.” He gulps, eyes becoming blurry from the tears as each second pasts.

“The monster’s gone, he’s on the run, and your boyfriend’s here.” Heeseung’s lips tremble, unable to hold in his emotions any longer. “Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful girl.”

He holds you in his arms despite your twitching body, knowing any second you would turn into one of them. He watches as the light from your eyes disappear, and your skin turns green and veiny.

Lee Heeseung doesn’t cry a lot. He believed that crying wasn’t going to fix anything.

But as he watched the Y/N he loved disappear from his arms despite being physically there, he sobs and sobs. Despite knowing it won’t do anything, he pulls your body onto his, hands on the back of your head as he begs the world to silently bring you back.

[b3ach-bunn7]

4ME 4ME

You and Touya are assigned together for a project and friendship blossoms

Support student touya, quirks, fluff, strangers to friends

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(quirk was found on r/BNHA_OC_Characters)

October 9th

4:47 pm

Touya: Is this starshot

You: in the flesh 😝

You: u can call me Y/N tho

You: ur touya right? The support student?

Touya: Yes

You: delish :P 

You: r u excited to be my partner for this project x

Touya: No

You: right.

Touya: Come to the lab in two days we can run through what gadget we r gonna make

You: sounds gooddd

October 14th

1:34 pm

You: SORRY IMXOGNNA BE LATE AIZAWA TOOK AGES TO LET US OUT

Touya: Hurry up

You: I’m sorry 😣

Touya: Not forgiven

Touya: Not sure if I can go on

You: NOOOOO

You: don’t kys please🙁

You: I have peace offerings (m&ms)

Touya: Fine

You: wait where is the support lab again

Touya: Idiot

You: HELP ME

Touya: Second floor

You: thank you 🤩 

October 15th

8:54 pm

Touya: *image attachment*

You: WAIT OMG

You: U DID THAT IN ONE DAY?

Touya: It’s a drawing of gloves 

You: I coudont draw anything if u put a gun to my head

You: I love them 🩷

Touya: You don’t even know what they do

You: I still love them 🩷

Touya: Kissass 

You: HEY

You: so what do they do

Touya: Yk how when u create the projectiles u said they get hot

You: yh

Touya: I think if we make u gloves that can handle hotter and more energy ladden projectiles it can give u a lot more power 

Touya: And you’ll be able to handle a lot more when ur fighting

You: wait that’s perfect

You: hwo did u think of this so quickly

Touya: Its kind of my job and my degree

You: true

October 19th

12:43 pm

You: okay I didn’t have time to change

Touya: I can see that

You: not a word out of you 😒

Touya: You look like a tennis ball

You: SHUT THE FUCKUP

Touya: Stop laughing 

You: don’t be funny then ..?

You: the librarian is gonna yell at me🙁

Touya: Why the fuck is ur costume neon yellow

You: STOP LOOKING

Touya: Hard when ur glowing like a fucking street lamp

You: ENOUGH

October 20th

10:45 am

You: OMG U HAVE A BROTHER

Touya: Tf

You: He’s so funny

Touya: What the fuck

You: LMAO

You: he’s in my sisters grades and they r friends apparently

You: our lives… r so intertwined 🥺🥺

You: intertwineeeeddd sewnnn togetheerrrr

Touya: Ew

You: U don’t fuck with that song???

Touya: https/openspotify.dabi23

You: OMG

You: wait ur music taste is so real

Touya: Music rizz

You: LMAOOO

October 22nd

10:47 am

You: *image attachment*

Touya: Tf is that

You: I had some ideas for the design 😅

Touya: Yeah never draw again

You: I TOLD YOU

October 23rd

7:07 pm

You: hey so

You: yk how ur a tech support

You: does that mean ur good at physics

Touya: Obviously

You: plz help me with my physics hw tomorrow 🙁

Touya: Ur just using me 💔

You: NEVER NEVER

You: PLEAAAASE I’m literlaly failing

Touya: Fine

You: YIPPEE

October 24th

5:14 pm

You: yk ur really good at like all the support tech stuff

Touya: What?

You: YOU KNOW

You: like the building and whatever ur really good with ur hands

You: wait

Touya: U freak

You: NOT LIKE THAT

Touya: So obsessed with me

You: SHIT UP

You: I’m never complimenting you again

Touya: Shame

Touya: Loved the attention from you

You: hahahahaha SSSHSHHHH

October 26th

1:30pm

You: hey mr Todoroki 

Touya: Never call me that

You: Touya!!

You: can we meet after school plz I now have training at lunch

You: im sorry dont hate me

Touya: 😒

You: IM SORRY 🙏 ILL BUY US FOOD 

Touya: We can’t the labs r shut today after school 

You: shit

You: wait u can come round mine my parents aren’t home

Touya: 😏

You: okay u perv calm down

Touya :🙄

You: are we only communicating in emojis now…?

Touya: 🙂‍↕️

You: yeah all those fumes from the lab have gotten to ur head

You: I’ll send u my address then 🙈

October 26th

10:07 pm

You: u left ur coat here idiot

Touya: Fuck

You: ur leather coat… EMO ASS

Touya: Fuck u I’m not emo

You: I know what you are..

Touya: Stfu

You: dw I’ll bring it for u tomoz 😝

October 27th

9:27 am

Touya: Did u wear my coat

You: erm no….

Touya: Y/N

You: SORRY I GOT COLD ON MY WAY TO SCHOOL

Touya: It’s fine dw

You: r u sure

Touya: Smells like u now

You: my ariana grande mod vanilla???

Touya: Smells like shit

You: flip u

October 29th

1:47pm

You: TOUYAAAA OMG OMG

Touya: Yes

You: I TRIED THE GLOVES THEY R SO SO PERF

Touya: Really

You: YES they can handle heat sm better than just my hands

Touya: And theres no delay when ur shooting stuff?

You: nope they r litch perfect

Touya: Good

Touya: I was scared the exoskeleton under the second layer would mess with the haptics

You: yes talk nerdy to me🤤

Touya: Stfu

You: LMAO

You: but seriously i love them thank u sm

Touya: Dont worry about it

Touya: I’ll finish up the essay then we should be done

You: okay when do u wanna meet

Touya: Its cool i dont need help with the essay

You: yh but i wanna come anyway

Touya: Sorry forgot ur obsessed with me

You: NO

Touya: Come by after school

You: see u there 🙈

October 31st

9:07 pm

You: Touyaaaaaaaaa

You: are u going to hawks halloween party

Touya: Yh

You: OMG SAME

You: what r u wearing

You: im going as gumball and my friend is going as darwin 🐟

You: *photo attachment*

Touya: Why’d you make gumball hot

You: LMAO

You: thank u thank u

Touya: Im going as ghostface

Touya: *image attachment*

You: woah

You: sexy 😍

Touya: I always look sexy

You: narcisist much

Touya: Spelling much

You: SHUSH

You: I guess I’ll see u there then x

Touya: I guess you will 

November 1st

1:07am

You: touya

You: enu busy

You: r u bauy 

You: busy

Touya: I’m at a party 

You: UE STILL HERE

You: can. U plz drive me home daewin is making out with hawks

You: and she was m Trude

You: m sorry if ur having fun ill uber

Touya: Nah don’t worry sweetheart 

Touya: Meet me out front

You: hthank u sm

November 1st

12:09 pm

You: OMFG my head is killling me

Touya: Ur a very touchy drunk you know that

You: oh god

You: I’m so embarrassed plz forget everything that happened

Touya: I’ll try 

You: the worst part is EYE dont even remember

Touya: U wanna be reminded?

You: NO.

You: let me live in my ignorance

Touya: Whatever you say sweetheart

You: OMFG wait ur coat is here again

You: it smells like cigarettes yk

Touya: It’s almost like i smoke

You: EWWW 

You: Hello lung cancer 😒

November 4th

4:16 pm

You: Touya r u busy rn

Touya: No

You: come get food with me I’m bored and hungry

Touya: Ok

You; OKG that easy 🤑 

Touya: Ur paying 

You: :/

November 9th

1:07 pm

You: *video attachment*

You: GLOVE SIN ACTION

Touya: Is that u falling on ur ass at the end

You: FUCK I FORGOT TI CROP THE VIDEO

Touya: These r the heroes of our future

You: YH the hero YOU are designing tech for 😒

November 10th

2:08 am

Touya: R u awake 

Touya: Y/N

You: why is ur ass up we got school tomorrow 😒

Touya: I’m going Taco Bell do u wanna come with me

You: OMG YH

You: wait y r u going Taco Bell at two am

Touya: Hungry

Touya: Icl I’m high as fuck rn

You: LMAOOO

November 13th

11:40pm

You: *image attachment*

You: do u like my house

Touya: Grown ass hero playing mc

Touya: Go train

You: NO BRO I got my ass beat today 

Touya: Lock in 

You: *image attachment*

You: my cats Hamzah and Martin 

You: if ykyk

Touya: R u playing on bedrock

You: yes

Touya: Add me

You: YAY

November 14th

10:45 am

Touya: Who did that to you

You: huh

Touya: Ur face

Touya: The bruise

You: WTF where r u

Touya: In the same hallway as u

You: omg hey

You: I told u last night I got my ass beat

Touya: Tf who did that to u

You: TetsuTetsu.. he kinda got mad I was pissing him off when we were sparring 😭

Touya: So he punches u in the face

You: it’s fine nothing I can’t handle

Touya: Ok

November 14th 

2:34 pm

You: OMF 

You: Tetsu just came and apologised to me 🙈 

Touya: Good

You: he said he overreacted omg like

You: character development??

Touya: Sure

Touya: Get off ur phone in class

You: yes sir 😒

Touya: Hot

You: EW

November 15th

2:50pm

You: we r going cinema after school plz

You: and watching mickey 17 cause I wanna kiss rob pattinson

Touya: 😒 

You: Don’t play with me

You: he’s so fine

Touya: Yeah ik in twilight

You: ????

Touya: I have a sister

You: omg touya lore unlocked 🙏

Touya: Never speaking again 

You: SHUT UP HOE

November 18th

5:07 pm

Touya: *image attachment*

Touya: Get online 

You: WTF

You: OUT THE SWORD DOWN

You: LEAVE MY CATS LONE

Touya: Dabi_24 has invited you to play Minecraft!

Touya: Time is ticking sweetheart

You: WAIT IM ATASCJOOL I WAS TRUANING

You: GIMEE TWNTY MINS

Touya: Fine

November 20th

1:40 am

You: do u think we all have soulmates that r like our perfect romantic partner 

You: with the red thread and all that 

You: and that we’ll meet them one day no matter how long it takes

Touya: Hm

Touya: Idk love is overrated

You: u really think so?

Touya: Sometimes

Touya: Not always

You: cryptic….

Touya: Why do u ask

You: no reason I’m up late and contemplating life 🩷

You: and I just watched Your name

Touya: Goat movie

You: IKR

November 21st

11:05 am

Touya: *image attachment*

You: OMG U GOT AN A

You: WELL DONE

Touya: We got an A

You: AWW

You: SO CUTE

Touya: Ew

You: I hope they remark that and give u an F

Touya: Wanna go celebrate at lunch 

Touya: School ends early today

You: YEAHHH

You: let’s go to the mall 😏😏😏

Touya: Okay

You: WOOO

November 21st

1:09 pm

You: I’ll meet u outside the food court when I’m done

Touya: Why can’t I come with 🙁

You: ur ass is NOT coming into Victoria’s Secret with me

Touya: Trust I know bras really well

You: NO

Touya: Boring

You: I’ll see u later slime

Touya: Kk

Touya: Then lets go to that record shop

You: yes yes

November 21st

1:21 pm

Touya: Y/N

Touya: You need to get out there’s a villain

Touya: Y/N

Missed call

Touya: Y/N please

Missed call

November 21st

8:12 pm

You: never do that again touya

Touya: Do what

You: don’t put urself in danger like that for me

Touya: But I’m him

You: Touya this isn’t funny you could’ve really hurt yourself

Touya: I’m fine sweetheart 

You: ur in the hoosoifal you are not fine

Touya: I’m in the hospital actually

You: Touya.

Touya: Sorry

Touya: I’m fine and so are you 

Touya: That’s all that matters 

You: ur gonna make me cry

Touya: Don’t cry 

You: okay I guess

Touya: I’m fine

You: ur not fine ur body is covered in bandages bro

You: u weren’t even awake when I was there

You: that ugly nurse kicked me out I was gonna stay

You: ur skin is all burnt she said

You: I didn’t even know u had a quirk

Touya: Well this is why I don’t use it

Touya: My flames r too strong it fucks my skin up

You: I see

You: is that why ur a support student

Touya: Yes

You: okay good 

Touya: Good?

You: well if ur a hero and u hurt yourself what’s the point

You: heroes r overrated anyway

You: and ur good at what u do

You: really good actually

You: and if u weren’t a support student we’d have never met

Touya: U sap

You: says the guy who literally nearly died to save me…

You: now who’s the obsessed one 🙄

Touya: Shut up

Touya: Visiting times start at eight in the morning btw

You: okay good plz don’t be coma ridden this time

Touya: I’ll try

—————————————————————————

Btw it’s acc canon that touya is a alive and well and in the support course btw if u didn’t know

White hair Touya would fix me.. like I’ll fix HIMMM

bro I’ve been ill all week and I have the WORST FUCKIJG HEADACHE EVE it won’t go omg send help

A knee ways I hope u all enjoyed these text posts r my fav to write 🩷

[antinousletmehit]

⊹ ˙ . 𖥻 chapter 1 ˚ ୨୧ ⊹

୨୧┇pairing: Antinous x reader

୨୧┇guys don’t attack me I swear I’ll do reqs and post war stuff 🙁 oh also warning antinous makes a lot of blind jokes

────୨ৎ──── ────୨ৎ──── ───

The grand halls of Ithaca had lost their luster. Once a place of feasts and glory, the mead slicked floors and echoing laughter of the suitors had turned the kingdom into a festering den of arrogance and pride. Telemachus walked through these halls often, his young face betraying his frustration, his fists clenched, dreaming of the day his father would return to restore order.

In the shadow of the chaos was Y/N, Telemachus’s nursemaid. A quiet figure draped in simple, dark robes, her pale, seemingly unseeing eyes lent her a ghostly air that many avoided. Most assumed she was blind, a harmless, pitiable servant. But the truth was far stranger. She was blessed by the goddess Melinoë, goddess of ghosts. She could see and speak to the spirits wandering the world, their whispers her constant companions. Only Telemachus and his mother, Penelope, knew her secret.

It was a quiet afternoon when her path crossed with trouble. Carrying a basket of figs and bread through the main hall, she caught the attention of Antinous. He leaned lazily against one of the marble pillars, a goblet of wine in hand, his sharp eyes glinting with malice as he watched her. His lips curled into a smirk, and he pushed off the pillar, sauntering toward her. “Well, well,” he drawled, blocking her path. “What have we here? The ghost of Ithaca, wandering among the living. What’s in the basket, hm? Or are you carrying messages from the dead today?”

She stiffened but said nothing. Her unnerving ivory eyes stared through him, making him uneasy for a fleeting moment before his arrogance returned. “Ah, come now,” Antinous said, stepping closer. His hand shot out and grabbed her wrist, his grip firm despite her attempt to pull away. “Don’t be so cold. Surely you can speak to a suitor of your lord’s household.”

“I have nothing to say to you,” she replied evenly, her voice calm but edged with disdain.

That only seemed to amuse him. “Oh, but I insist. A beauty like you shouldn’t walk these halls alone. Perhaps you’ve been blind to my charms, but I could make you see things clearer.” He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a suggestive whisper. “What do you say, ghost?”

Her otherworldly sight caught the flicker of shadows gathering around her, the restless spirits of Ithaca murmuring in her ears. They were angry, protective. She kept her breathing steady, knowing any slip of emotion would only embolden Antinous. Before she could respond, the heavy doors to the hall slammed open.

“Let her go, Antinous!” Telemachus’s voice rang out, high with the indignation of youth. He strode into the room, his chest puffed out, his hand gripping the hilt of a sword he barely knew how to wield. Antinous turned his head slowly, his grip on the woman loosening but not releasing entirely. He raised an eyebrow at the boy who dared to challenge him. Behind him, the other suitors snickered into their cups.

“Ah, Telemachus,” Antinous said mockingly, spreading his arms as though welcoming an old friend. “Come to rescue your nursemaid? How noble of you. Though, I must say, I expected you to bring…well, a spine with you.”

The suitors burst into laughter, their jeers filling the hall. Telemachus’s face burned ruby, but he didn’t waver. He drew his sword, the metal gleaming in the dim light. “I said, let her go!” he shouted, his voice cracking slightly but fierce nonetheless.

Antinous finally released her wrist, shoving her lightly toward Telemachus. She stumbled but caught herself, her expression unreadable. The suitors laughed harder, their voices ringing in Telemachus’s ears like the taunts of a thousand crows. Antinous stepped closer to the young prince, towering over him. “And what will you do, boy? Run me through? You wouldn’t last a moment in a real fight. Tell me, does your sword arm tremble as much as your voice?”

Telemachus gritted his teeth, his knuckles white around the hilt of his weapon. He wanted to strike, to silence the suitors once and for all, but he knew he wasn’t ready. Not yet. “That’s enough,” she said, her voice cutting through the laughter like a blade. She stepped forward, her pale eyes locking onto Antinous. The suitors’ amusement faltered as her eerie gaze seemed to pierce through the tension.

“Telemachus,” she said softly, without turning her head. “Put your sword away. This isn’t the time.”

“But—” he began, his voice faltering.

“No,” she said firmly.

Reluctantly, Telemachus lowered his sword. The suitors smirked, but their laughter didn’t return. Something about her presence unnerved them now, though they couldn’t place why. Antinous scoffed and turned away, waving a hand dismissively. “You’re lucky your nursemaid is braver than you, boy. Perhaps she should fight in your place.”

Telemachus said nothing, his fists trembling with suppressed rage. He followed his nursemaid as she walked away, her movements graceful and unhurried despite the tension in the air. When they were out of earshot, Telemachus finally spoke. “I could’ve taken him,” he muttered, his voice low and bitter.

She stopped and turned to him, her pale eyes softening. “You’ll have your chance, young master. But a true hero knows when to fight, and when to wait.” She placed a hand on his shoulder, her touch warm. “Patience, Telemachus. Your time will come.” He looked at her, his anger slipping away under her calm gaze. He nodded, though the fire in his heart still burned.

——

The faint glow of twilight seeped through the narrow windows of the servant’s quarters, casting long shadows on the stone walls. She sat on a wooden stool near the hearth, her pale, unseeing eyes fixed on the flickering flames. The spirits were unusually quiet tonight, as though giving her space to reflect on the day’s events. She ran her fingers over her wrist where Antinous’s grip had lingered, not from pain but as a reminder of the suitors’ boldness. She didn’t fear them—but she feared for Telemachus.

The door creaked open, and she didn’t need her sight to know who it was. The shuffle of boots, the hesitant steps, the barely-contained frustration—Telemachus had come to her. “Are you all right?” he asked, his voice soft yet tinged with guilt. He stepped into the room, his hands fidgeting at his sides.

Acheron didn’t answer immediately. She gestured for him to sit on the bench across from her. He obeyed, his movements stiff, the weight of the afternoon still hanging over him. “I’m fine, Telemachus,” she said at last, her voice calm but firm. “But we need to talk.”

He shifted in his seat, already anticipating her disapproval. “If this is about earlier—”

“It is about earlier,” she interrupted, her tone sharper than usual. “What were you thinking, storming into the hall like that? Challenging Antinous in front of all the suitors? Do you have any idea what you risked?”

Telemachus leaned forward, his brows furrowing in defiance. “I risked nothing that wasn’t worth it. He was hurting you—he had no right to treat you like that!”

“And you think drawing a sword against him makes it better?” Her voice rose slightly, the spirits around her stirring in response. “You’re the prince of Ithaca, Telemachus. Your life, your safety, is far more important than mine. What happens to Ithaca if something happens to you? Do you think your mother can hold this kingdom together forever?”

His jaw tightened, his hands clenching into fists on his knees. “So what? I’m supposed to just stand by and let them do whatever they want to you? To her? To anyone? I won’t let them walk all over us.”

She sighed, her voice softening as she placed a hand over his. “Listen to me, Telemachus. I don’t need you to protect me. I’m not some helpless servant. I’ve survived worse things than Antinous’s grasp or the suitors’ laughter. I can see the shadows they don’t even know surround them. I can take care of myself.”

“But you shouldn’t have to,” Telemachus said, his voice breaking slightly. He pulled his hand away, standing abruptly. He paced the small room, his frustration bubbling over. “I know you’re strong. I’ve seen it. But I don’t care if you can handle yourself—I care that you’re safe! You’ve been there for me since I was a child. You and my mother are all I have. How can you expect me to just ignore it when someone treats you like that?”

She watched him silently, her pale eyes following his movements though she didn’t need to see him to understand. The firelight caught the tension in his shoulders, the way he clenched his jaw as if trying to hold back tears. Finally, she stood, crossing the room to place a hand on his arm.

“Telemachus,” she said softly, “I understand. Truly, I do. But you must think beyond the moment. If you fall trying to defend me—or anyone—Ithaca falls with you. Your people need you alive. Your mother needs you alive. And no matter how much you value me, my life is not worth more than yours.”

He turned to face her, his young eyes blazing with determination. “Not to me,” he said firmly. “You’re wrong about that. You’re not just my nursemaid, Acheron. You’re my friend. And if I lose you because I was too afraid to stand up for you, what kind of prince would I be then?”

Her breath caught for a moment at his words. She hadn’t expected such loyalty, such warmth, from someone so young. She had always thought of herself as a protector, not someone who needed protecting. But Telemachus’s words, raw and honest, reminded her of the bond they shared. “You’re too stubborn for your own good,” she muttered, a faint smile tugging at her lips.

“And you’re too secretive for yours,” he shot back, the tension in the room easing slightly.

Acheron sighed, shaking her head. “You’re going to get yourself killed one day, Telemachus. But… I appreciate what you’re trying to do. Just promise me this: There are storms coming to Ithaca, and you’ll need every ounce of strength you have when they arrive.”

“I promise,” he said after a moment, though she could hear the hesitation in his voice.

Satisfied, she squeezed his arm and stepped back. “Now, go. Your mother will wonder where you’ve gone, and I need to finish tending to the spirits before they start complaining again.”

Telemachus gave her a small, reluctant smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said, lingering for a moment before heading toward the door.

As it closed behind him, she turned back to the fire, her expression thoughtful. The boy had a hero’s heart, she realized, even if the world hadn’t yet seen it. But heroes didn’t rise without trials, and she prayed that Telemachus would survive his.

Creds for kodaswrld for the divider

[aughhay]

anonymous sent

“Raian fucking us in the arena bathroom before his match with ohma!!?!”

𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐞 — 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 .

✧ context: afab!reader, y/n and raian r in an arranged marriage , raw sex ! p in v, raian’s a bit jealous, overstim(?), mentions of dumbification, SEX IN BATHROOM , idk what the position is called so use ur imagination, raian cums inside, kissing , slight choking

↪︎ c/c: 9.0k+

✭ an: hey yall did yall miss me ……. 💔 had to come back cuz i saw all the requests abt raian (SIGH) .. see now i dont fw him , but obviously yall do so im gone write him ! please lmk if hes ooc or not cuz my brain was struggling. also ill fix the quotation marks later its twelve and i have an interview tmrww. 🙁

18+ !

ˏˋ ☠︎︎ ˊ˗ raian had never had a challenging fight , never had to grind very hard for his wins . so why was he so worked up over this upcoming bum he was fighting in the tournament ?

a play of blood and gore , that’s what raian ’ s into these days . fighting his opponents as if mere entertainment until they ’ re damn near paralyzed . as a now labeled ‘ kure ’—thanks to a recent arranged marriage , your responsibility was to aid raian in combat knowledge , help him fight against opponents .

“shut the fuck up , jus’ a bastard trying to flaunt .” his lips contorted into some sort of disgusted scowl , his fists hiding in his pockets .

a murmur flows from your lips , “ that ’ s no way to talk to me , raian .”

he grunts in response , “ gh . “ he didn ‘ t mean his words to come out that way .

the two of you sauntered in circles around the arena layout , your fingers busy with holding the tablet , showcasing previously live-streamed wins . this ohma guy seemed like a fair pair for raian , maybe more . you wanted raian to win, you were on his side ! but the thought of him losing was a possibility scrambling through your head . yes, the burly man looked broken after every victory . but he was like a firing bullet , an unstoppable force ready to take on your husband .

“ . . the hell are you so quiet for ; jumping to conclusions ? ”

and he sees it , the way that hesitant look keeps fighting to stay off your face .

“ raian, i want— no, i need you to stay focused before and during this upcoming fight. we can’t risk a sudden loss due to your— “

“you don’t believe in me , do you ? what a fucked up wife i got arranged with .”

your fingertips clutched deeper into the tablet , as if you were in some battle with yourself . trying to combat a ruthless mentality like raian ’ s is a burdensome task . he hates being seen as some kind of chump , the one who takes bullshit without complaint , it pisses him off .

“ you think just cause this bastard is giving you some kind of turn on , he can knock my shit ? what about me , you don ‘ t think ‘ m good enough ? ”

before you can even comprehend the moment , raian jerks the tablet out from your palms—as if snatching a toy from a disobedient child . raian doesn ’ t give a damn , it ’ s not the priority right now ; it ‘ s the fact that you’re not giving him credit for being one of the most strongest out there . he knows it , why don’t you ?

so how long till his fight with ohma; an hour or so ?

whatever , he ‘s got the time to show you why .

—

your frame felt flattened against the cold stall wall , he didn ‘ t even have enough respect to bring you to a private bathroom , as if ready to show you off with pride .

his jeans sagged around his pale thighs , slowly falling with each second . his grip tightened under your right knee , positioning your legs to expose your swollen cunt — aroused and flustered .

your forearm was pressed against the stall ‘ s solid build , forced with the job of balancing your weight as you tried to adjust your body from the insistent rocking . your fingers tucked into a fist —tightening as raian ‘ s pelvis keeps hitting yours with his insistent need .

his cock dragged through your walls , separating your pussy with a brash fervor as his snowy pubes meshed with your skin . it ‘ s hell , the way he overstimulates your cunt ; your clitoris rigid and twitching like a madman as his dick kept breaking into you .

raian wasn ‘ t concerned , watching how your words die down into inaudible mumbles and your eyelids stutter . in fact , he likes it this way—unable to hear your unnecessary commentary whenever his dick keeps punching into you .

his steps grew forward, sandwiching your figure between the stall and pure hulk . he ‘ s greedy , wants his full rod deep inside your gut . like a punishment meant to teach you— informing you who ‘ s the best . your leg rode over his shoulder with continuous fidgeting , toes clenched in the air while your sodden panties hang from your ankle .

you gaze up into the warm light above , a vulnerable gleam in your eyes as if begging for relief , asking for help from any higher power . tiny buckles of tears clouded your vision and coos echoed from the soft ‘o’ of your lips with raian practically knocking the wind from you .

and it ‘ s so dirty from below , the obvious squelching from your sopping slit being rammed into is loud . fogging up your brain till you’re just an unintelligible mess .

his scleras , the color of midnight , stare down at you . this is his wife , his informant always by his side , now a drunken mess who ‘ s pussy is drooling over his dick clear as day .

“ stupid , “ he mutters ,

the way you look at him is so stupid , that dumb look on you face makes his dick ache more and more inside you .

the devil won ‘ t let you go .

your eyes, blurry and comforted in a daze , now locked onto him as he cups your cheeks , shadowing over your face as a trail of saliva dripped from his tongue— raian licking your salted skin . claiming you like prey .

you feel as though you can barely comprehend it , especially as his lips meet yours into a wet kiss . your dramatic moans spewing into his mouth with every animalistic thrust that satiated your pussy .

“mghuh ! ouhhh !”

“so loud , are you gonna admit i can beat that guy ‘ s ass now ? hah ?“

his hand that previously held your face still now lowers to your neck , your vocal cords shuddering in response as his fingers curl—gripping your throat .

he sighs , a facade of boredom in his mute eyes .

“you can ‘ t even admit it when my cock is fucking you up , can you ? weak .”

so as the intensity reached to peak , raian ' s grip tightened into your supple , mellow skin . pressing his fingers deeper into the soft flesh of your neck just below your jaw .

every subtle squeeze conveyed that raw devilish power , that furious need to prove himself not just on the arena — but right here , against the wall of this bathroom .

" look at you , breaking down on my dick ; it ‘ s fucking pathetic , or maybe you love it . ”

his husky words slurred into your ear, a mocking tone that seeped into your cloudy senses .

“ngh . .”

"make up your mind , or i ’ ll fuck it up for you ."

his dick kept relentlessly barging into you , the slick , crude sounds of your wet pussy enveloping him , greedily pulling him deeper inside with your clingy sex . a white , messy ring gathered around raian ‘s fat rod ; coming from your tight slit gathering from precum and slick .

the whole act was brutal ; lustful grunts , and the humid , sticky aroma of sex filled the narrow stall . raian didn ‘ t hesitate , not even for a second , his figure colliding into yours with an unyielding rhythm with wet loud slaps that could seem to go on forever .

you tried to reply , to form words , anything to appease him or regain some semblance of control , but each word was swallowed by the shockwaves of pleasure ravaging through your body .

raian ’ s eyes , dark and inscrutable, stood fixed on you , drinking in every shift in expression , every quiet plea glazed in both agony and ecstasy .

eventually , his pace picked up , vigorous and even more forceful , hinting that his climax was nearing . the hand on your throat moved back to your tummy , then to your swollen clitoris , pinching heartlessly .

“jus ‘ admit it , you think ‘ m gonna lose , huh ? tell me , ” he growled.

“ if you gush , i ‘ ll give you the damn benefit of the doubt . ”

before you could gather a coherent thought , the assembling pressure in your belly snapped . your climax hit you hard , squeezing around raian ‘ s pulsating meat . milking him as your entire body trembled and shuddered .

no sooner had the ripples of your orgasm subsided than , raian groaned and cursed loudly , his body stiffening as he reached his own selfish pleasure and slammed his fist on the stall next to your head . his cum shot inside you , cementing his dominance in such a vulnerable moment .

the only noises audible were the heavy breaths exerting from raian , filling you up in pulses matching with the same tempo of a heart beat . your hips attempted to wiggle afar — only to be brought back by raian ‘ s demanding hands , wanting to get his last thrusts in .

fixing his pants after letting your leg down , raian's expression softened just a tad , a sly smirk forming as he looked at your disheveled state trembling . he stared as you tried to stabilize like a newborn lamb , scoffing at the act .

“ whose ass am i gonna kick ?”

marked and spent , the echo of his words blended with the lingering sting of raw , undeniable power .

“t— . . tuh— tokita ohma ‘ s . .” you exhaled hopelessly , facing the stall wall .

“ louder . “

“ y—you ‘ ll b—beat toki. . hughn. . tokita ohma ! “

“ . . finally got it through your thick skull , all you needed was guidance from your damn husband . ”

his cheeks contort from the smirk on his face .

[yrqrnc]

𖤐 ִֶָ 𓂃 STRAY KIDS : SMILING WEIRD AT THEM UNTIL THEY NOTICE

genre: fluff, crack, pranks

pairing: skz x reader

bringing the tiktok pranks back bcs i need funny headcanon ideas to write 😁🙏🏻

some member's parts might be a bit shorter than the rest bcs i wrote some while being sugar high at 2:50 in the morning so pls excuse that

leave comments, reblog, and feedbacks pls <3

𖤐 CHAN : —

is 70% concerned 30% holding his laugh

you approached him and started a normal conversation on a very normal thursday afternoon so he thought everything was nice and ok in the house and with you???

he guesses not, a minute or two into the talk 😟

bcs why are you smiling at him in a way that would summon his sleep paralysis demon at night???

he already sleeps so less now he fears he will have to sleep even less.

is too worried to say anything about it because what if this is actually your true smile and you’re just getting comfortable around him and he hurts your feelings by making a comment about it?

right????

but he’s also starting to get scared because wHAT HAPPENED TO HIS BABY YOU’VE NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE 😭😭😭 WHAT WENT WRONG ⁉️

PLS BRING THEM BACK 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

doesn’t say anything but gets so tensed during the convo and gives you this look that has you breaking character shortly after, bcs you burst out laughing and going back to that cute big smile he was used to and the one he adored.

(sorry, writer-break-in: now if anyone comments abt how they ugly laugh, i’m gonna smash my guitar on your head. chris says that’s cute, so it’s cute. you don’t get a say.)

then he’s like “oh ☺️ that’s it. here they are <3”

thinks about it when he lays in his bed at night tho

might make him rethink everything and consider your health (mental & physical) for a couple days 😕👎🏻

𖤐 MINHO : —

right, ok. so, he notices it so quick

this man is VERYYY very very observant and he knows you like the back of his hand

so the moment you flash your worst smile as he’s in the midst of talking, taking just the chance when he looked to the side for a sec—

he catches it from his peripheral vision, snaps his head at you and he goes 🤨⁉️ (15% concerned 85% judging)

stares at you silently for a while after that, trying to figure you out

🧍🏻😾❓️ (yes.)

when you act completely normal and ask him why he stopped, telling him to continue and all that, he cautiously goes back to saying what he had been talking about

but then you pull your shit again and he catches it this time too right away

(bcs he’s always looking at you when he’s talking. he looks at you when you’re talking too. he looks at you. he just loves looking at you, that’s honestly it. bro is just an eye-contact and make their knees weak type of person)

and he knows he isn’t high

looks straight at you and goes — “what’s wrong with this one... 😐”

and you’re all like “what??? 😠🦿🦿 what’s wrong w me???” bcs how dare he say that in that tone

“why are u making yourself look like that plushie whose face doongie scratched up last week”

LMAOOOO 😭😭😭 SAVE YOURSELF

so you’re throwing hands now (& terribly failing) and this is the only part of your stupid prank that minho is finding fun

𖤐 CHANGBIN : —

HELP.

doesn’t know if he should laugh or cry someone pls take him away from you 🙁🙏🏻

he’s just casually telling you about this sick rap that he came up with yesterday night in the studio

and you’re nodding and laughing, and he turns to focus on you more and finds you like: 😁 i mean 👹???

and the lOOK THAT PASSES THROUGH HIS EYES AND THE WAY HIS SMILE DROPS SO SLOWLY

WITH AN EYE TWITCH TOO

LORD HELP ME

no HELP SEO CHANGBIN ACTUALLY

bro freezes but then he tries to play it chill, chuckling and being like “right... 😄☝🏻 hahah hahahahah so i was saying... ”

but you keep doing it and he can’t ignore it anymore 😔

“...baby what’s wrong? do you feel sick?” and that too in such a scared voice yOU CAN'T KEEP UP THE ACT ANYMORE

once you tell him it’s a prank, relief washes over him like cold water on a scorching hot summer day and he laughs along with you

might haunt him when he’s alone in his studio at midnight tho

𖤐 HYUNJIN : —

judges you.

no i’m not even gonna try to be funny first

HE JUDGES 👨‍⚖️

you do it and he instantly goes “😦😣 what the fuck”

and you’re like “what? what happened?”

and he doesn’t even know what to say

then he switches up just as quickly and starts yapping again

but you do it again too

and he’s so fed up he goes “dude tf wrong w u 🙄”

and when you keep doing it, he starts iMITATING YOU TO MOCK YOU😭😭

now you’re both just flaring your teeth and gums at each other while cackling in between too, and anyone watching would’ve started praying honestly

later that day, after finding out it was a prank he’s just thinking... why is my partner like this... 😟

he loves u tho <3

𖤐 JISUNG : —

honestly bro...

he finds you adorable :(

like, you guys are casually talking one evening

and he’s telling you about this new anime he watched recently, that almost made him cry

and he’s telling you the amazing sad plot and all, and out of nowhere you just 😁

first he’s really caught off guard bcs... girl (gn!) what 😟 i said??? i almost???? CRIED??? HEARTBREAK?????

but then he just looks at you as you keep up w the goofiness when he speaks again, and he thinks to himself

:(“i love this idiot so much even tho i do feel half irritated and offended right now”

bcs even if you’re pulling your ugliest smile rn, he loves that sparkle in your eyes as you stifle a laugh back and the way almost break character everytime you make eye contact with him

sorry guys this is getting soft but

jisung just loves you very much ☹️☹️☹️

prank is all forgotten, you are just two young people in love <3

𖤐 FELIX : —

i would say he already knows what the trend is, but that’s really boring so let’s pretend that he’s actually getting fooled here.

the moment he sees u doing it, that epic felix thing happens again— where his smile gradually just drops and he has that :0 face in the funniest way

he isn’t sure if he should speak bcs what if that unleashes more of that demon in u 😓

he’s torn between two things actually: should he hug you and try to squish the demonic smile out of you, or should be just stay away and give u your space until ur okay again

bcs he isn’t sure about how fine you are with the way you’re smiling at him right now

he might just be like:

“haha hahahahah hahahah ok we laughed now can we pls have my partner and their sweet smile back 🙁”

genuinely doesn’t know what to do

half of him is scared, half finds you very cute, some other bits are thinking of ways to get back on a a prank of his lololololz

he decides to continue speaking bcs maybe you’ll get distracted by the talk and come back to him normally again

doesn’t happen. so now he’s just there and thinking abt how to fix u 😞🙏🏻

𖤐 SEUNGMIN : —

you hate him

you hate him so bad

he doesn’t give you any reaction AT ALL 😐👎🏻

you start off gentle at first, right, like doing it when he wasn’t looking and then gradually more intensely and so he could clearly see

but nothing. no weird looks. no comments. no judgement.

NOTHING AT ALL?!^#^*@#,

at some point you get all up in his face and you’re like 😁😁😁👹😁😁😁👹😁😁❓️❓️❓️

and mf just keeps talking like nothing is wrong or off

it gets you more and more frustrated with each passing second but man, if you’d put that irritation aside and looked more closely into his facial expressions,

you would’ve seen the way the corner of his mouth lifted in the slightest and that glint of mischief in his eye

but you don’t 🙄

when you finally give up and go “babe why aren’t you asking me why i’m smiling weird??? 😕”

he... he says... he’s like—

“huh? but don’t you always smile like that?”

damn y/n 😥💔 that’s how it was huh

you’re abt to poke his eyeballs out and then shit tears yourself

jk dw tho he’s just teasing you

he stays with felix enough to know about these ideas

and from how you’ve done multiple pranks on him before, everytime you do something weird or out of place now, he just assumes you’re onto some prank

𖤐 JEONGIN : —

HE GETS SCARED PLS DONT😭

NO LIKE he actually starts taking it in all the wrong ways

when he sees you smiling like that.. there’s this STORM of emotions that starts cooking up inside him 😭

“are they ok” “are they mad at me and trying to play it off” “is this a trick move” “is this a prank and if so how should i react that it would make me seem cool and—”

but then... SUDDENLY

he suddenly remembers this piece of information he read on the internet LONG time back, like, AGES ago !! that said like

if someone is having a stroke or about to, their smile will be crooked / really weird and off/abnormal

....

no way... right ?

HIS BABY 😟😕🥺🥺😭😭😭 (emojis are satire im not—)

“...baby 😨😰 i think... i think you’re about to have a stroke 😣 or ARE YOU HAVING IT ALREADY 😰😢😢 HAS IT STARTED😭⁉️”

now ur not sure if u should stop or continue and whether u should laugh, cry or bonk him in the head

but he’s just a jeongin 🙁🎀

[nyrasvoid]

In the Heat of Battle ⚔︎

♡ Gwayne Hightower x Fem!Reader

𖤓 Summary: Lady Caswell joins the war in the Stepstones as a healer, tending to the wounded. Amid bloodshed and war, she finds herself drawn to Ser Gwayne Hightower.

𖤐Warnings: violence, minor character death, emotional distress, and that’s it (for this part only).

♜ A/N: Read part 1 here before you read this part. Btw I’m sorry for taking so long but I can only write when I dont have exams and I always have exams 🙁

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You wake just before dawn, the light barely entering through the mouth of the cave. The rock beneath your back is hard, and the air is cold.

You sit beside Ser Gwayne, his head resting on your lap while he sleeps peacefully.

Your heart pounds, not from fear, not from adrenaline, but from everything that happened hours before.

You slip out gently, trying not to wake him. There’s still too much to do.

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You’re sitting near the fire when Lysa sits down right beside you, holding out a mug filled with watery wine.

“So,” she says, her smile all too knowing. “You disappeared for quite a while last night.”

You look away, trying to hide your embarrassment, but she just grins wider.

“I was tending to Gwayne. He had a fever.”

Lysa raises an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “A fever, huh? And did tending to him involve… intimate remedies?”

You look around. “Lysa, please,” you mutter, glancing over your shoulder. “Keep your voice down.”

“Oh, come on.” She nudges you playfully. “You look like someone who didn’t sleep… but in a good way.”

You sigh, cheeks heating up. “We were talking.”

“Mhm. That must’ve been a long conversation.”

You glance around, only a few are awake yet. “Fine,” you admit, lowering your voice. “We kissed. Then… more.”

Her eyes widen. “More? As in—”

“Yes,” you cut her off. “More.”

Lysa chuckles. “Was it good?”

You hesitate, and then let yourself smile. “It was… intense. He was gentle and careful.”

“Oh gods,” she breathes, sipping from her mug. “You’re in love.”

You shake your head. “Of course not! It cannot be. We’re at war.”

But even as you say it, the smile on your face betrays you.

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Later that morning, you find yourself kneeling beside one of the older wounded, Edwyn.

He’s been slipping in and out of consciousness for most of the morning, the fever consuming him.

His leg is swollen and red, the skin around the wound mottled with black. You already know what that means. You’ve seen it too many times before, and it rarely ends well.

You wipe the sweat from his forehead with a damp cloth, whispering his name gently. “Edwyn. Can you hear me?”

His eyes slowly open. When he sees you, some clarity returns—just for a moment. His hand, cold and trembling, grabs your wrist.

“Please, Lady Caswell…” His voice is filled with pain. “Write to my wife. Her name is Merien. Tell her… tell her I was thinking of her. That I loved her. Right up to the end.”

You swallow the lump in your throat. “Of course,” you say softly. “I will.”

You reach for parchment and quill with one hand. He watches you as you write, his eyes wet and distant, like he’s already halfway gone.

He trembles slightly. “Tell her I remember her singing by the river. That song she used to hum when she thought I wasn’t listening…”

You pause, looking at him. “Do you remember the words?”

He shakes his head weakly. “Just the sound of it… that was enough to make it feel like home.”

You nod. “I’ll tell her,” your eyes starting to fill with tears.

When you finish, you place the letter into his hands. His fingers tremble violently, barely able to hold the letter.

“Thank you,” he whispers.

“I’ll stay with you,” you promise.

And you do. You sit by his side as his breathing slows, each breath shorter than the last, until finally, it stops. His eyes remain open for a moment after he stops breathing.

You close them gently.

But when you look down again, it isn’t Edwyn lying there.

It’s Gwayne.

You blink rapidly and shake your head, pressing your palms hard against your eyes as if you could scrub the image away.

No. No, no.

Stupid.

You rise quickly to your feet—too quickly—and stumble back. You feel sick.

Stupid. Letting yourself get close to a knight. You’ve been foolish. Naive. This, whatever it was with Gwayne, it can’t continue.

You fold Edwyn’s letter and slip it into your pocket to deliver when the war allows you the chance.

Later that day, you’re boiling medicinal herbs when Gwayne approaches. He’s limping less today, though you can tell the wound still causes him pain.

“Lady Caswell,” he pauses briefly, “have you been avoiding me?”

You glance up at him, your expression neutral. “No more than anyone else.”

He raises an eyebrow. “I came to see how your day’s been.”

You look back down at the herbs in your hands. “Busy. Men are dying.”

He’s quiet for a moment, watching you. “Are you alright?”

You nod. “Fine.”

Finally, he corners you by the fire.

“What did I do?” he asks quietly.

You don’t look at him. “Nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me. You’re avoiding me.”

You close your eyes. “This was a mistake.”

He steps back. “What was?”

“That night. Us. It can not happen again.”

Gwayne’s jaw clenches. “Why?”

“Because this is war,” you snap. “Because you’re a knight, and knights die. Because I won’t sit waiting to receive a letter saying that you loved me to the end.”

“…So it’s easier to pretend it meant nothing?” he asks, voice low.

You don’t answer. You don’t meet his eyes.

And when he reaches for your arm, you step away.

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The day after, there’s a heavy silence in the cave.

You’re kneeling by a small fire, trying to warm yourself, when the silence breaks.

“We can’t stay here much longer,” says Ser Gwayne. He’s sitting near the cave’s mouth, “We’ll run out of clean water by tomorrow.”

“And food,” adds Harwin, rubbing his hands near the flames. “We’ve only got dry roots and two wheels of cheese left.”

Samwell, the youngest of the soldiers, stands forward. “Let me go. I can check the old camp. See if anything’s left.”

You lift your head. “You’d go alone?”

“I’ll go with him,” says Thom. “We’ll move fast. Take nothing but what we can carry.”

Gwayne doesn’t like it. You can tell by the way his jaw tightens, but he nods. “Be quick. And careful. If you see anything, any sign of enemy banners, you turn back.”

Thom and Samwell disappear at morning time and all you can do is wait. You keep yourself busy, checking bandages, offering sips of water to the feverish. You pass Lysa once or twice, she meets your eyes briefly, neither of you saying much.

Hours pass before the two men return with their hands full.

“Blankets,” Thom huffs, dropping to his knees. “Found a stack in the main tent.”

“And wine, bread and salted meat. Enough for a few more days,” Samwell adds, smiling despite the mud on his face. “Even more bandages.”

That night, as you and Lysa wrap bandages around a wounded man’s chest, a figure appears in the cave entrance.

Lysa gasps, rising to her feet. “Where in the seven hells have you been?”

“I scouted north,” he pants, barely standing. “Followed the river. I found something. An old watchtower. Abandoned. Intact. Might be shelter for the rest of winter, if we fix it up.”

“How far?” Gwayne asks.

“A day trip. Maybe more with the wounded. The path is narrow, steep. Ice on the stone. One wrong step…”

He doesn’t finish the sentence.

Harwin frowns. “Too dangerous for men who can barely walk.”

“So we just rot in this hole?” Lysa snaps. “You’d rather die slowly than try?”

“You think carrying six half-dead men up a cliff path is better?” Harwin shoots back.

“They’re not dead yet,” you say, standing. “We don’t get to decide that.”

“They’ll slow us down,” mutters another man, “If we’re ambushed out there…”

“No one said we’d abandon them,” Gwayne cuts in sharply. “But we have to be realistic. The road’s hard enough for the healthy.”

“And what’s the alternative?” Lysa demands. “Leave them here to die in the dark?”

Gwayne turns to you. “You know what this is. You’ve seen it. Most of them won’t survive the journey.”

You meet his gaze, your jaw tightening. “So we don’t try?”

“If they slow us and we fall behind—”

“Then we fall behind,” you snap. “We find another way. We take shifts. We make stretchers, we rotate the load.”

“That’s easy to say when you’re not the one carrying them,” Harwin grumbles.

“We all carry something,” Lysa says, stepping up beside you. “And you’ll damn well carry your share.”

There’s a pause-long and heavy.

Then Gwayne speaks again. “And if they die anyway? If we kill four trying to save two?”

“Then they’ll die knowing we didn’t give up on them,” you say. “That has to count for something.”

No one speaks after that. Just the sound of the fire crackling.

Finally, Gwayne lets out a breath through his nose, rubs a hand over his face. “We’ll leave at first light. Everyone helps carry. No one gets left behind unless they say the words themselves.”

Lysa touches your hand, she doesn’t say anything, just squeezes your hand once.

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By the time the remaining of your group finally reach the watchtower, you were all exhausted and had no energy to speak.

You made it. Most of you.

Osric had passed just after midday, coughing blood and whispering for a sister no one knew about. Robert’s heart gave out about an hour before you arrived to the watchtower.

Lysa hadn’t said a word after that. Just walked in silence. There’s no time to grieve.

You move quick through the ruins—laying out blankets, helping to build a fire with Harwin and Thom and helping Lysa get water from an old well.

You check on each injured soldier, one by one. Bandages. Water. Warmth. A hand on the shoulder, a few kind words whispered.

But something itches at the back of your mind. A name.

And then you remember Gwayne.

Your stomach drops.

“Where is Ser Gwayne?” you ask, looking up.

Lysa blinks, “Near the eastern wall…he was half-conscious when we got here.”

You grab a chunk of bread, a wool blanket, and head to where he was laid, near the far wall, away from anyone else.

When you see him, he’s trembling violently, curled. His cloak is soaked through, sticking to his skin, and his lips have lost all color.

“Gwayne?” You rush to him, kneeling beside him. “Seven hells…why didn’t anyone tell me?”

He doesn’t respond.

You feel his forehead and flinch. “Gods, you’re burning.”

“Lysa!” you shout over your shoulder. “I need water and clothes, anything dry. Quickly!”

“I’m on it!” she calls from across the building.

You turn back to him. “Gwayne. Can you hear me?”

His eyes crack open for a heartbeat. “You’re… here,” he murmurs.

“I’m here,” you say, brushing damp strands of hair from his forehead. “I’ve got you.”

Lysa returns with a bucket of lukewarm water, a cloth, and a spare tunic. “That’s all I could find,” she says breathlessly. “Do you need—?”

“I’ll take care of him,” you say softly. “Thank you.”

She hesitates for a second, then nods and walks away.

You dip the clean cloth into the water and begin wiping the sweat from his chest and neck.

He shivers violently beneath your touch. “So cold,” he mumbles. “So cold…”

“I know. I know, just hold on.”

You work quickly, unfastening his soaked shirt. His body is flushed red with fever, his muscles twitching with each breath.

“You’re going to be alright,” you whisper, pulling the dry tunic over his head and wrapping the blanket around his shoulders.

“…don’t leave,” he mumbles.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you whisper.

“…was dreaming about you…” he breathes, eyes fluttering. “Your voice...”

Your throat tightens.

“You’re delirious,” you murmur, trying to smile.

“…can’t lose you,” he pauses, “I love you.”

“Gwayne?”

He doesn’t seem to hear you.

“I love you,” he repeats.

Your heart skips a beat.

“What?”

“I tried not to,” he murmurs, his hand twitching against the blanket. “Didn’t want to. It’s wrong.”

“Gwayne, stop” you whisper, stunned.

Tears sting your eyes.

“You’re not thinking clearly,” you say softly. “You’re sick…delirious.” But even as you speak the words, your hand caresses his cheek.

“I’d die for you,” he breathes.

“Stop it,” you whisper, but your voice breaks. “Don’t say things like that.”

“I mean it.”

You lower your forehead to his, your palm still resting on his cheek.

“Then live for me instead.”

He doesn’t respond.

You sit there for hours. He drifts in and out, murmuring nonsense. But his trembling slows., the fever is still there, but for the first time, it seems like something you might be able to fight.

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[soliyawnn]

֗ ✩彡 . | 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧

. . 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡.. he ruins the only good thing he didn’t plan for.

. . 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: rin itoshi x gn!reader

. . 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: angst, hurt/no comfort, post-game confrontation, mutual pining

. . 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: arguments, emotional outbursts, hurtful dialogue, miscommunication, mentions of loneliness and emotional repression

. . 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 685

. . 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: first fic i ever published how do we feel ahaha, reader is kinda delusional but who isnt 🙁

the thing about rin itoshi is that he doesn’t do anything that isn’t planned. his life is a series of carefully calculated steps: goal after goal, victory after victory. his focus was always set on one thing—himself.

but you? you were never part of the plan.

and yet, every time you walked into the room, you threw him off track. you cracked the barrier he’d fought so hard to build between himself and the rest of the world.

rin tried—again and again—to shrug you off, ignore you, shut you down. all his usual tactics. but you didn’t give up. you showed up at his games and cheered for him. and even when he didn’t ask you to, you sat with him at lunch. you tried to be his friend, despite everything. despite him.

but none of that matters now, because rin screwed it all up.

he pushed you away—too hard, too cold—and now, there’s no going back.

he didn’t mean to, or maybe he did. but it didn’t matter.

you’re gone.

rin always knew this would happen if he kept doing what he did best: keeping people at arm’s length, never letting anyone in. and today, for the first time, you finally walked away.

the match was over, and rin itoshi was pissed.

the loss stung more than he wanted to admit, but it wasn’t just the game. it was you.

you’d arrived late, again.

he spotted you by the bleachers, just now approaching him, acting like everything was fine.

“of course,” he muttered under his breath, jaw tightening. “this is just perfect.”

you always had a way of showing up at the worst possible moments. of knocking him off balance just by being there. and right now? he didn’t need you here. not when his head was already a mess.

“are you serious?” rin snapped, storming toward you. “you couldn’t even show up on time? i needed to focus—but you—you couldn’t even bother to be here when it mattered.”

you didn’t say anything. just looked at him, calm and unreadable. and somehow, that made it worse.

“you always do this,” he growled, fists clenched. “you show up late, mess with my head, and act like it’s nothing. i told you—I don’t need this. i don’t need you distracting me when i’m trying to win.”

he was pacing now, the frustration boiling over into fury. “you think you’re helping? you’re not. you’re just making everything worse.”

still, silence.

rin’s voice cracked, but the anger pushed him forward. “you think this is funny, don’t you? that you can walk in, be all sweet, act like you’re saving me—”

he didn’t finish the sentence. because you cut through it all with one line:

“i thought you looked lonely that day, rin. so i wanted to be your friend.”

the words hit him harder than anything on the field.

friend.

his chest tightened. but the only thing he could say was—

“yeah? well, i don’t need your pity. not now, not ever.”

and just like that, it was over.

your eyes didn’t widen. you didn’t yell. you didn’t cry. you just looked at him like you were finally done. cold. distant. like a door had shut and you wouldn’t be opening it again.

and then you walked away.

he doesn’t know how long he stands there, rain soaking through his clothes, jaw aching from clenching, hands trembling.

the rain hides what’s on his face. or maybe he just tells himself that.

he knows he crossed a line.

knows he hurt you.

and worst of all—he meant it. at least in that moment.

because you weren’t supposed to matter.

but you do, you always have.

now the field is empty. the game is over. and for once, rin itoshi has no plan.

just the bitter taste of regret, and the sinking feeling that maybe—this time—he destroyed the only thing he didn’t want to lose.

and yet, as he watches the path you left through the rain, he thinks:

if you’d just look back—just once—maybe he’d still have a chance to say the things he should’ve said before.

[bunnibaby-love]

I don’t know if your taking requests, but if you are can I please get Step-dad Zayne and like thigh grinding with a lil daddy kink. Idk I love him 🙁

🍒 Zayne x

F!Reader 🍒

♡ nsfw + stepcest + thigh grind + daddy kink

It's past twelve o'clock yet you still can't fall asleep. Recently, you're having.....strange dreams. Maybe it wasn't so strange for a young girl like you to have dirty dreams but the man in your dreams is your mom's new husband, your step father Zayne

Not only Zayne is captivating handsome man, he's also a renowned doctor. Althought stoic, he's still charming to everybody else

You tried to ignore these strange dreams of yours but later fall on your dark fantasies. You watched porn with the male resembling him while touching yourself or using the favority toy of yours.

You got suprised when a cold hand touch your shoulder and open your eyes to look behind you "It's past your bedtime. Why are you still up?" There, Zayne loosing up his tie

"....Homework..." you averted your red cheeks from him and continue to look again at your textbook. It's getting harder to look at him with guilt but also desire

"You had whole week to do that and now you're procastinating again" he hold up a firm demeanour but still sat beside you "Let me help you with that so you could rest already"

Your eyes widen when he position himself behind you while both of you are sitting at floor in the living room. Zayne is smart and patient to taught you the lesson you're stuck. His teaching will be easier to understand if only you could ignore his groin against your soft ass.

You can barely take it anymore as you try to innocently play it off as just moving but actually grinding more to feel him. You cannot wait to finish this boring lesson so you could finally released yourself on your bedroom

Zayne suddenly gripped your waist and subtly smirk on your ear "Behave Y/N" you gripped your pen and bow your head deeper on your notebook when you realize he caught your actions

"Ah!" Zayne maneauver your body and sat you on his lap "Daddy?" you look up to him with those bambi eyes of yours

"I really like when you call me that..." His cold hand cupped your cheek "Tell me darling about the dream you we're having these past few nights?....or whatever you're doing on your room after dinner?" Your eyes widen when yoi realize he heard your gasp and moan and definitely the way you call out his name

"I'm sorry daddy...i know it's wrong...it's not my fault! my brain is just getting fuzzy..." You fiddle with your fingers while apologizing from your naughty behaviour

"I'm not mad" He chuckled and settle you on his right thigh "Tell me about what's on the little head of yours hmm? tell me and i'll let you ride my thigh"

"Are you...? Here? Really? Are you testing me? I'm really sorry just don't tell me to mom-- eak!" he grind his thigh against your clothed core

"Your mother isn't here. She's on a sudden trip and yes i am serious" He stand up while carrying you to sat on couch "I'm very tired and stressed from my work sweetheart, i would appreciate it if you could relieve my stress"

You can't take it anymore plus you're already busted anyways better just take it. You started to hump on his thigh "I..i dreamed about you touching me..."

"Where?" He fixes his glasses to look at you intently

"Everywhere...like my chest" He trace his index finger against your clothed chest and slowly unbotton your pajama top while you're holding you're breath

He began to slowly plant kisses and nip on your chest, slowly starting to move lower and lower down your body. His hand on your back began to slowly move down to your waist again, lightly caressing the skin where it touched.

"Continue baby..." he assist your waist for a bit so you could grind more while he leaves kisses from your collarbone to your bud "You're so pretty and yet so naughty"

"Daddy im coming. .ah.....ah...ahh..." you didn't wait for his approval as you released all over his slacks. "M'sorry..." you pout and hide your face on his neck

You jolted up when his cold finger gaze on your clit "She wants more doesn't she? Well darling we have the whole night to ourself"

Althought embrassed still you smile on his shoulder and heared his belt unbuckle

[ejundo]

★ . “friends with benefits… interesting…”

t✦ji fushiguro ⨯ ftm reader

★ — @ejundo

. warnings below .

use of: cunt, pussy, clit. purposely lowercase….

eating out, big dick toji. [dawg idk how to warning this stuff 🙁] — he cant pull out of a driveway. — aftercare!!!!!!!!!! :3 — inspired by this ai bot i found !! — UH ooc toji maybe?

breeding mention (sorta )

he was extremely pent up.

it all started when he started taking up on these jobs, hell even the prostitutes and hookers from the streets couldnt please him enough… continuous one night stands with randoms and he was still pent up!

so when you asked to be ‘friends with benefits’ he had no choice but to accept it.

your first time together he actually for once felt relieved. you were a whole miracle to him…

so he had came back every few nights to use you and go along with his day.

even this night.

toji had came back late at night from a job, smelling of sweat and blood- or rather iron. he was knocking at your door, and as soon as you opened the door. he was just restraining himself from fucking you right then and there.

but, you denied it and forced him to head to the showers as you couldnt handle that atrocious smell of— sweat. and iron. it was a bad headache and it made you gag just being in his presence.

what surprised you about toji is that— he never commited himself to anything. it always surprised you when he came knocking at your door with a look of lust. you already knowing what he wanted badly. just surprising that he had always made his way back to you, despite all of his many one night stands. friends with benefits sure did have this effect.. devoting himself to you was… a change.

as you sat on your bed stripped of your pants. he had emerged from the connected bathroom steam making its way into the cold room, his body had droplets rolling down his large muscular back and his hair visibly damp. the lazily wrapped towel around his waist showing off his defined v line.

he slowly made his way towards your small figure staring down at you as you observed his body. he refrained himself from touching you, not until you gave him permission to do so. “happy?” he said in a low voice. a smile decorated on your face as you nodded “mhm, im super happy.” you nodded, your hands travelled to below your waist hooking onto the hem of your undergarments as you slowly slid it off your legs the wet speck of your juices shown on them as you threw them somewhere.

toji’s eyes flickered down to the discarded undergarments a smirk displayed in his face taking a step closer his presence overpowering the space around you. “arent you just ready for me.. hm?..” his voice raspy and filled with a mix of desire and need. he leaned down onto the bed his arms on each side of you, his breath brushed against your ear as he whispered. “im not holding back tonight, so you better be ready baby.” and with that, he snaked an arm around your waist pulling you flush against him. pressing his lips softly against your neck, his kisses alternating between gentle and teasing nips. “tell me bunny, what’d ya want me to do with you?”

you rolled your eyes, “toji, dont act all lovey dovey with me.. just fuck me already.” a smirk displayed on your face as you said that so smoothly. he grinned as he removed the towel that held onto his waist discarding it and throwing it off the bed. his dick twitching as he watched you open your legs slightly, taking in the sight of your leaking cunt. he laid you down slowly and swiftly moved his hands downwards, his hands trailed down your soft skin. his hands stopping at your thighs, he kneaded with them and squished them before lowering his head.

opening your legs and placing them into his shoulders, he gazed up at you. your eyes having a watchful gaze as a smirk tugged at his lips. “so soaking wet for me… just for me…” his tongue stuck out and gently caressed your clit, dancing and grazing your folds. a soft moan escaping your lips. your back arched as he sucked on it. “f..nghuck… to—ji…” your hand quickly held his head. gently pulling on it as he ate you out passionately. he opened his eyes and looked at your sweet expression, the pure bliss on your face as your chest heaved up and down.

“such a pretty boy… mm.. its a shame you dont have a boyfriend to spoil you… so pretty…” he mumbled, his large a calloused hands pulled away from your thigh and grazed your wet entrance. “shut…up—“ he prodded at the wet hole, and slowly inserted his digits. with a shake in your legs you arched your back with a choked out gasp. “toji!…” he grinned as your voice moaned his name.

adding another finger, it made you squirm. breath hitched as his fingers moved at a speed, plunging in and out of you. touch firm and demanding. his fingers curled in an attempt to find that sweet spot. you held onto the messy bed sheets underneath you, your toes curling as he grazwd over that sweet spot. he couldnt help but chuckle at the sight, his fingers still continuing their relentless assault to your sensitive spot.

“so cute when you’re flustered… all because of my fingers too?…i'll make sure you're too busy moaning to tell me to shut up." his fingers moving skillfully with percision manipulating your body to elicit the most pleasurable sensations. continuing to curl and abuse your sensitive spots.”fuck!!… toji— please..” “mhm… thats right baby.. tell me. tell me hiw badly you want me to fuck you, tell me hiw much you want my cock pounding into you, fill you up completely..” his voice laced with lust and dominance his gazed fixated on your flushed face. “please… i need you in me….fuck me please…” you said, eyes masked with lust, desire and need.

his eyes darkened with desire as he heard your plea, his own need growing with each second. withdrawing his fingers from your dripping wet heat. “how could i deny you?” he growled as he stood from his stance, revealing his throbbing erection, already slick with anticipation.

he climbed into the bed and positioned himself above you. his tip directly at your slick enterance, coating himself with your wetness. he locked his eyes with yours, as he slowly inserted himself in. feeling pleasure and pure bliss as he felt your warmth and heat welcome him. savoring the sensation he leaned foward wrapping his hand under your head as your hands held his back, slowly he started thrusting at an easy pace, and eventually he started picking up the pace. his hips meeting yours with powerful and relentless force, groans and moans soon enveloped the room.

continuous and incoherent babbling heard from you as your back arched with pleasure, one hand holding your waist as he plunged inside you. each thrust hitting deep within you, hitting that sweet spot that made you writhe with pleasure. needy pleas and his own pleasure building with every movement. you clenched around him indicating your own orgasm, twitching violently as you scratched and clawed at toji’s back your head thrown back as your body twitched with pleasure. “nghfuck!….”

tojis own climax was slowly approaching as his thrust became more messy and erratic hinted with a bit of desperate need.. and with one final thrust he released himself inside you.. feeling the warm seed dripping inside you, a hitched moan escaping your throat as you covered your mouth and your eyes shut close.. heavy pants escaping toji as he slowly pulled out of you, his seed escaping.

he faltered as moved slightly to an open space. of course still collapsing ontop of you. “you did so good bunny…” his hand travelled to pet your head slowly, a kiss on your neck and shoulder as he quickly regained his composure. holding you in his arms as he made his way towards your bathroom. with you resting in his arms he placed you onto the counter and wet a towel with warn water.. taking care of you and cleaning you thoughtfully.

“can we… make this official… toji.” you managed to mumbled out, your voice hoarse as you looked at him. he smiled softly at you, “yeah. sure, whatever.” he answered with a warm smile. placing a kiss onto your lips, passionate and warm.

★.

@ejundo . xoxo

:3….. so lets pretend i was here the entire time and totes not being a lazy slacker working for my own living!.. ^^.

crazy how i finished this story in AN HOUR. and i cant even finish my other ones in a day. crazy mc dazy!