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[snow-snowball]

Hello, I really love your writing. I was wondering if you take requests and if you do…

May I request a sieun x fem reader, already established relationship

So maybe a bully was talking to her friend and just saying hurtful stuff and then reader stepped in because she really hates fights and doesn't want this to continue. She was trying to talk to the bully to stop but the bully slapped her, shocked she looks at him and was about to yell or something and then he slapped her other cheek so hard that her glasses fell far away. And that is when sieyn was walking with his friends to the meeting area and saw what was happening and steps up for her.

Sorry if it's long, it happened to me last year and I just can't stop thinking about this moment. At the moment i didn't have anyone to step up to me.

Thank you again.

Hey honey! I'm so sorry this happened to you! You are so wonderful and brave! I love you already! Protecting someone is the best thing you can do! I'm proud of you! It hurts so much to hear that no one stood up for you. I hope you're okay!

My protector

pairing: Yeon Si-Eun x fem!reader

summary: You would never have thought that someone would stand up for you. Especially a guy. Your guy. A guy who hits your offender in the face with a rock.

warnings: angst; foul language; fem!reader; reader!glasses Y/N; mention of cruelty; mention of violence; psychological damage; ER (Established Relationship); bulling; mention of fights; mention of blood; hurt/comfort; mention of anxiety; triggers; problems with parents; not being accepted into a group; sincere love; sense of duty; sense of justice; kisses; true friends; distance in relationships; cold displays of affection; arguments; mention of a coma (with Su-Ho), possible spoilers.

a/n: English is not my first language, so I apologise for my mistakes. The content is created for entertainment purposes only, if you feel unwell while reading, then do not read! I do not wish anyone to be in such a situation. Take care of yourself!!!

w: 3,4k

You would never have thought that someone would stand up for you. Especially a guy. Your guy. A guy who hits your offender in the face with a rock.

You were not a conflict child, you never attacked your peers and always tried to find a compromise in any situation, without resorting to violence. Despite the attitude of your own parents towards you, you did not grow up to be a bad person. On the contrary, having felt all the pain that your parents caused you, you realized that you did not want anyone to feel the same way as you felt.

It was your attitude towards others that made you loved by almost everyone, except for those who envied you for being loved.

You were a devoted friend, the best student and a polite girl.

You managed to find a common language with absolutely everyone: with the bitch who considered herself the queen of the school, with the homeless man who told you about his life and with the quiet guy who was very difficult to contact.

Yes, we are talking about Yeon Si-Eun. The best student in the school for boys and in the country.

You met him when you were running to the drugstore to buy medicine for your sick friend. Running fast, you turned the corner and bumped into a guy. Apologizing, you continued on your way to the drugstore. That was your first meeting. The only thing you could remember was the guy’s gaze — empty and lost.

Your next meeting took place at the cinema. You went to see some horror movie with your friends and got really angry because someone was making noise behind you. “Excuse me! Can you please keep it down? You’re being inappropriate.” you said calmly, turning to the guys.

“Oh, sorry. We’ll keep it down now, honey.” the guy in the tri-color windbreaker smirked at you and winked. Rolling your eyes, you looked at the other two guys — one was wearing glasses, and the other… those eyes! “Oh! It’s you!” you said, covering your mouth with your hand to be quiet.

“Si-Eun, do you know her or something?” His friend asked and started to push him with his shoulder. “Oh, are you shy or something?” The guy started to squeeze Si-Eun’s cheek until Si-Eun hit his hand.

“Shut up.” Yeon Si-Eun glanced at you briefly, fighting off his friend’s hands.

“My name is Ahn Su-Ho! This is Oh Beom-Seok.” The said guy with glasses extended his hand to shake yours, you happily returned the gesture and squeezed his hand lightly. “And it seems like you know Si-Eun. He’s a shy but cool guy!” hugging his best friend Su-Ho, ruffling his hair. “And he’s also available for a rela— Ow!”

“Shut up already, I can’t hear the movie.”

This was your second meeting. And so you bumped into each other many times. His friend Su-Ho said that it was fate and that you and Si-Eun were meant to be together. That's why he was able to get your number. From that moment on, you and Si-Eun began to spend more and more time together.

You were always there for him, helping and taking care of him. He was grateful to you for absolutely everything. Even though Si-Eun didn't show his feelings, you didn't need it, because you saw right through his soul. The way his eyes lit up when someone mentioned you, the way the guy searched for you in the crowd and the way his rough dry hands held yours so that you wouldn't get lost. All of this screamed about his feelings for you. You didn't need to confess your love to each other, because the outcome was already clear. The only one who was indignant was Su-Ho “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL US THAT YOU WERE DATING?! No, I could have guessed that… but! WHY WERE YOU SILENT?!”

With Si-Eun’s appearance, you began to feel complete. Only he could calm your urge to protect everyone.

Si-Eun never let you get involved in his squabbles because he knew that it was dangerous and you could get hurt. And he doesn’t want that. The thought that you could get sick breaks his heart.

Si-Eun won’t show his concern, but his anxious look and frequent messages “how are you?”, “where are you?”, “is everything okay?” will give the guy away.

After Ahn Su-Ho got hurt because of Oh Beom-Seok, your boyfriend became even more careful towards you. He doesn’t want you to get hurt because of him. But when someone follows you around, it starts to irritate you. You understood your boyfriend perfectly well, but your patience ran out when Si-Eun almost followed you into the ladies' room.

Yes, you had a fight, not a big one, of course, but it was unpleasant.

Si-Eun apologized to you three days later. He didn't give you flowers or anything like that, he didn't say a word. Your boyfriend was just waiting for you to open the door for him so that he could give you the letter he wrote especially for you. Si-Eun was waiting for you to finish reading it. The words in this letter touched you deeply, and you, of course, forgave your beloved.

After he transferred to a new school, you began to see each other less often. But that didn’t mean that you weren’t together anymore, did it? You wrote to each other every day, called each other, but then Si-Eun suddenly disappeared without saying anything. Did he really get tired of you?

Thoughts about Si-Eun haunted you even at school. You were often distracted by them, forgetting about the lesson. The teacher made a remark to you more than once, because of which your classmates laughed at you.

The day was simply unbearable, you wanted to get home as soon as possible and just fly to bed and wait for a text from the guy.

Walking down the slope from school, you heard a squeak. It clearly belonged to a girl. Gathering up your courage, you looked around the corner and saw how some group of guys were making fun of your... classmate? Yes, that girl with the eternal pigtails was in the class with you.

“Take off your clothes, bitch. And don’t shake the camera, idiot.”

“Please, don’t…” the girl covered herself with her hands, screaming desperately.

“Shut the fuck up, slut!” shouted Ha-Na, the local jealous bully. This bitch is a real rat. She can’t do anything herself, so she sucks up to the bullies and pretends to be a victim of violence. And why did she pick on Soo-Yun? Soo-Yun was a quiet, sweet class representative, always there to help. Your thoughts were interrupted by a loud slap in the face that Soo-Yun received. How dare this idiot raise a hand to her?

“Hey, school kids!” You shouted and ran up and punched one of the boys in the face. Thanks to Su-Ho’s lessons. “Don’t you know how to talk to your elders?” looking at Ha-Na, you covered your classmate with yourself. It's not like you and Soo-Yun were friends, but you're not going to tolerate this kind of treatment. Because she doesn't deserve it, just like anyone else.

“Oh, this is our Y/N, Miss Justice herself!” Ha-Na rolled her eyes and hid a little behind one of the guys. You knew her well, because you once pulled each other's hair out outside of school. Ha-Na was shocked, because she didn't expect someone like you to be able to fight. “What do you want, huh?” The girl started to get hysterical. “Do you want to get it too?”

“I think you want a black eye. Who do you think you are? Do you think you can hit anyone you want like that?” Taking a step forward, you cracked your knuckles.

“Hey, bitch, how can you even talk to Ha-Na like that?” Said one of the hooligans, approaching you.

Si-Eun sat with his new friends in a small cafeteria, eating noodles and occasionally glancing at his phone. There were no more messages from you. A feeling of anxiety swept over him from head to toe. He needed to see you to make sure you were safe.

“I need to go.” The guy said calmly and stood up from the table, picked up his bag and walked towards the exit.

“Is he kidding me?” Gotak choked on his food. He began to pound his chest and simultaneously stood up from the table. Jun-Tae and Baku sighed heavily and followed Si-Eun.

“Wait for us, bastard!” Baku shouted and ran after his friend. The other guys immediately caught up with them. Now the four of them were heading for the girls' school. “We're going to pick up girls? You're good!” Hu-Min patted Si-Eun on the shoulder, hugging him lightly.

“Y/N hasn’t texted me for a while, maybe something happened.” The guy answered calmly, but there was a tremor in his voice. Baku noticed it right away and squeezed Si-Eun’s shoulder lightly, showing that he was there and would help him.

“I think your sister will be fine, don’t worry, bro!” Gotak patted his friend on the back, gently stroking him. Si-Eun didn’t answer. He didn’t need to answer. True friends can understand everything without words. That’s why Jun-Tae smiled softly at Si-Eun when their eyes met.

Wiping the blood off your lip and adjusting your glasses, you stood firmly on your feet, still covering Soo-Yun with your body, who was crying and begging you to leave so you wouldn’t get hurt. But you didn’t care. Right now, you just wanted justice.

“Just look at that little bitch…” one of the guys said. Yeah, if he was your brother, you’d take him to some eyebrow artist to get his eyebrows plucked. The idiot grinned nastily, still holding his phone.

“Oppa! Why is she looking at me like that?” Ha-Na started stomping her feet and throwing a tantrum, clinging to the other bully’s arm. “Gouge her eyes out! I’m so scared!”

“Of course, Ha-Na!” The guy stroked her cheek, causing her to laugh nastily. God, you swear her laugh sounds like a pig squealing. “Listen, bitch! Eyes on the floor!” The little bastard turned his eyes to you. It felt like he was wearing those funny glasses with the jumping eyes. This association made you smile slightly, looking away, you tried to hide the smile by pulling your lips together. “Is this funny to you, bitch?” The bully took two steps towards you. He was much taller and wider than you, so his back completely blocked your view. Leaning towards you, he started whispering something, but you couldn’t understand what because you were trying to hold your breath because of the smell from his mouth. Do all bullies not brush their teeth? “You’ll regret getting involved where you weren’t wanted.” And then he hit you on the cheek. Not hard, of course, but it was unpleasant. Adjusting your glasses, you looked at him with indifference.

“And someone’s lackey is going to tell me this? Aren’t you disgusted by yourself? Do you enjoy hurting those who are weaker? And if instead of me it was… that same Baku. Would you have gone after him?” You asked, moving closer to him. “No, of course I wouldn’t. Do you know why?” You came even closer and whispered, “because you’re a coward.” He stared at you with eyes burning with anger. How could someone like you judge him? He’s not a coward! He just… he just enjoys hurting weaklings. Why would he go after those who are stronger than him? It’s not interesting either, right?

“Oh, you!” And he hit you hard on the cheek. The glasses, slightly squeezing the bridge of your nose, flew off to the side, shattering into pieces. Barely staying on your feet, you held your red cheek with your hands. It seemed he also hit your jaw, because your teeth began to bleed. Soo-Yun covered her mouth with her hands in fear for you and started crying. Ha-Na smirked and started clapping her hands. One of the hoodlums in a checkered shirt just smiled. And that big-browed hoodlum with the camera started laughing nastily, circling around you to film you from all angles until he came across someone's pumped-up chest. Turning his head, he immediately got a hook. He shouted, attracting the attention of the others.

“It's not manly to hurt girls, bros.” Baku cracked his knuckles. Gotak ran his hand over his neck and pulled away the guy with the camera, who he knocked out with one punch. Jun-Tae just stood menacingly next to the guys, waving his briefcase. A familiar figure caught your attention, but because of the hoodlum standing in front of you, you couldn't see who it was.

“What kind of clowns are you? Get out while you still can.”

“Get away from her.” Si-Eun said coldly, pulling out a pen from his pocket.

“What?” The bully laughed and looked at his friend in the checkered shirt, winking.

“I said… get away from Y/N, bastard.” And at that moment, the guy rushed towards the bully, piercing his shoulder with the pen.

As he walked up the slope, Si-Eun couldn't shake off the feeling of anxiety. Now he understands the characters from that tear-jerking kdrama you made him watch with you. People who love each other feel their partner. And when something happens to one, the other feels it, even though they're far away. That's why Si-Eun can't shake off the pain in his chest. His heart beats so hard that his chest starts to hurt. Taking a deep breath and exhaling, the guy squeezed his shirt, as if he could squeeze his heart through it so that it would stop hurting him.

Baku, although he seems stupid and frivolous, he is an empath. That's why he knows exactly what his friend is feeling. He immediately noticed the change in his friend's behavior, who stopped answering someone's calls. He is really interested in knowing who Y/N is and why Si-Eun isn't answering her, but Hu-Min doesn't bother asking his friend questions, because he knows perfectly well that it will only make things worse. While Gotak and Jun-Tae were busy arguing, Baku moved closer to Si-Eun. “Listen, I don’t know why you’re worried, what’s going on with you and all that, but… remember that we’re here for you. I don’t know if you consider us friends or not, but to us, you’re a true friend. So, no matter what happens, we’ll be here for you.” He doesn’t know why he’s saying this, but he feels like he can’t keep quiet. Si-Eun just nodded, once again immersed in his thoughts. Suddenly, a woman’s scream was heard. The guy immediately rushed towards the sound. When they reached it, the group of friends saw a not very pleasant scene: some bastard hit a girl with such force that her glasses flew off.

A veil of anger covered Si-Eun’s eyes. He recognized you. You were barely standing on your feet, clutching your cheek, while some freak was circling around you and filming. Si-Eun couldn’t stand still, assessing the whole situation, he immediately rushed towards you.

“How impatient.” Gotak clicked his tongue and quickly walked next to the guy with the camera.

Ha-Na was shocked by what was happening. Such strong guys stood up for you? Why? “What a slut… 100% gives it to everyone,” the girl began to swear, looking at you angrily. While the guys were sorting things out, she quietly snuck up on you, pushing. “Do you think you got away with it?” While this hysterical girl was screaming at you, Soo-Yun noticed a small board next to her. Gathering up her courage, the girl took it and quietly snuck up on Ha-Na from behind. “Do you even know what I’m capable of—” she didn’t have time to finish, because she was hit on the head with the board and fell on you. Hugging this bitch was not in your plans, and after throwing her off, you looked at your savior. “Soo-Yun?” You asked in shock. You didn’t expect this from her. “Sorry!” She screamed, dropping the board. “Are you okay? I’m so sorry, I couldn’t do anything when that bully yo—” Soo-Yun burst into tears mid-sentence and hugged you. You shook your head, smiled weakly, and hugged her back. She was the same class rep after all, you just knew a little more about her now.

Si-Eun wiped the blood off his nose and rushed towards that bully again. He stabbed him in the thigh with his pen, and kneed him in the nose as the bully doubled over in pain. Si-Eun had already stopped thinking about what he was doing. He picked up a rock that was lying next to him and, facing your bully, began to hit him in the face. Si-Eun’s brain switched off for the first time. He hit and hit without stopping. It seemed to be because of you. When he saw that jerk hit you, something seemed to click in Si-Eun’s head. He wanted to save you, he wanted to beat up anyone who hurt you. These feelings merged together and became so strong that they took over his mind. The ringing in his ears prevented him from hearing Gotak scream. He struggled in Baku's arms and even pushed Jun-Tae, who was trying to calm him down.

You and Soo-Yun noticed the commotion caused by the guys you didn't know. They were shouting something, one of them was holding your boyfriend back with all his might. With the help of the class president, you stood up and ran to your boyfriend. You hugged him. “Si-Eun, please stop! I'm fine!” You looked up at him, worry and fear visible in your eyes. If he continued to beat this bastard, he might make a mistake. The guy immediately stopped when you hugged him. Si-Eun looked down when he saw you, something seemed to have changed in him. He came to his senses. You could tell by the glassy eyes he had on you.

“Fucking finally,” Hu-Min said with relief as he let go of his friend. “I didn’t know group hugs calmed you down.” Si-Eun wasn’t paying attention to anyone else, he grabbed your cheeks and kissed you for the first time.

“FUCK!!! Is he kissing his sister?!” Gotak still thought you were Si-Eun’s sister because he couldn’t believe that such a quiet guy had a girlfriend.

“That’s not my sister, that’s my girlfriend.” He said calmly as he broke your kiss. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything. For not being here on time and not answering your calls and messages. I—” You cut him off with your laughter and kissed him on the cheek.

“Don’t make excuses to me. I understand that you did everything for me. Just… next time, let me know if you leave again on your own business, okay?” You smiled sweetly. He was grateful to you, really. That’s why Si-Eun fell in love with you. You always understood him. And he didn’t need to say anything or prove anything.

“I think such an event should be celebrated!” Baku shouted, switching all attention to himself. You smiled and looked at your boyfriend, he just sighed and laid his head on your shoulder. He has good friends.

“Y/N, thank you for everything. And you guys too. I’m going home.” The girl smiled at you and left. “Text me when you get home!” You shouted. Soo-Yun winked at you and raised a finger. And it seems like now you have a real friend too.

“I’m so glad everyone is safe!” Jun-Tae adjusted his glasses. Gotak patted him on the head and threw his arm over his shoulder, walking up to you and Si-Eun. Baku pulled Gotak and Jun-Tae and you and Si-Eun into a tight hug. “I love you guys so much!” Hu-Min rubbed his cheek against Si-Eun’s, hugging his friends tighter. Your boyfriend started kicking and trying to get out of the bear hug, but to no avail. “Fuck, you idiot, let go!” Gotak shouted, fighting off his friend.

And yet, you’re lucky to have this guy. Although he can be a bit weird at times, Si-Eun is really reliable and loyal. He’ll come to your aid even from across the city. Si-Eun will go against his principles to protect you.

© 2025 do reblog, but don’t copy or publish my work on other platforms, or translate (without my permission) into other languages. Any coincidences are coincidental! The dividers belong to me! If you want use them, just tag me: @snow-snowball Requests are open!

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My summer vacation doesn't feel like a summer vacation. I think I'm even more tired... but I'm glad you asked!

Yuuji and I went to a deer farm after prom! It was so beautiful! Lots of cute animals and beautiful places! Itadori suggested horse riding! I love horses and he knows it! It's so sweet of him to remember everything I like. It makes my heart beat faster!

“Let me help you,” my boyfriend said and helped me sit on the huge horse. “Whoa! Hush-hush, buddy! Snowball, hold on tight, okay?”

“Whatever you say, Mom!” Rolling my eyes, I pulled away and walked forward at a slow pace while Yuuji mounted his horse. It turns out that he used to do equestrian sports as a child, but then gave up after an untamable horse threw him off the saddle.

This was my first time riding a horse. No, I had ridden before, or rather, I had been ridden. This was my first time on a horse by myself. It was a little scary and I think my horse sensed it because he started to kick and speed up. “Don’t scream… don’t scre—YUUJI!!!” I knew I shouldn’t scream because it would make the horse even more scared, but I was so scared when he reared up on his hind legs and tried to throw me off.

Luckily, my boyfriend was always in the right place at the right time.

Itadori made a noise that caused his horse to start catching up with mine. He rode very close and moved from his horse to mine. He took the reins and pulled them back, making another noise that caused the horse to calm down and stop.

I turned to Yuuji and kissed his jaw. His arms wrapped around my waist and he hugged me tightly. “I was scared!” I said, laughing nervously.

“Me too.” He smiled and kissed my temple. “I think that's enough racing for today, huh?”

“Yes!” I replied, getting off my horse. “Next time we'll see who wins!” I said to the horse, poking his forehead with my finger. The horse jerked towards me and I quickly hid behind a laughing Itadori.

It was a crazy day, but I knew that there would always be a guy by my side who would be ready to come to my aid.

SELFSHIP-GAME: SUMMER VACAY

Sukuna x Winter: Hiking Vacation 🏔️☀️💕

Hiking with Sukuna is super fun because a) he always makes me laugh and distracts me from how far we are actually walking, b) he looks super sexy in his hiking fit, and c) if I really get too exhausted, I know that a little bit of whining from my side will get my beloved boyfriend to scoop me up in his strong arms and carry me the rest of the way. Of course, he will tease me endlessly about it, but that's a price I am willing to pay ;) "You're so fucking weak, princess." "Well, ain't I lucky then that my boyfriend is the strongest?" "Damn right, you are." And I can hear the grin in Kuna's voice before he kisses my cheek.

I was feeling super stressed, so I decided to make a new selfship moodboard. And maybe y'all want to join in and show me how you spend your summer vacay with your f/o!! Do you go to the beach? Or sightseeing? Or stay at home and get cozy?

Tagging: @itadoreyu @sweetlandspos @winterrbluess @sunshine7queen @neiptune

@nagumoan @marokiya @pastelle-rabbit @peachsukii @kweenkatsuki-fics

@dark-mnjiro @soratonin @samaramorgansmain @yenayaps @thequeenofcurses

@seellove @sukunahs @togame-hoe @marleysfinest @luffysprincess

@pricesprincess @valleydolli @umesakus @gojoest @startcarvingdarling

@vultursvolans @snow-snowball @nkogneatho @lovegasmic + everyone who wants to join!!

[snow-snowball]

﹒⪩⪨﹒𝑠ᴀ𝑠𝑠ʏ ɢɪʀʟ ﹒⪩⪨﹒

| You send him an intimate photo. How will he react to this?

smau with: yeon sieun; ahn suho; seo juntae; park humin (baku), go hyuntak (gotak), na baekjin; geum seong-je.

warnings: MDNI!!! angst; foul language; smau; “adult” jokes; fem!reader; Y/N; obsession; bad joke; ER (Established Relationship); mention of smut; caps lock; mention of sex.

a/n: English is not my first language, so I apologise for my mistakes. The dividers belong to me! If you want use them, just tag me @snow-snowball

© 2025 do reblog, but don’t copy or publish my work on other platforms, or translate (without my permission) into other languages. Any coincidences are coincidental! The dividers belong to me! If you want use them, just tag me: @snow-snowball Requests are open!

[snow-snowball]

Awww! My baby came back to us with such a yummy treat! Welcome back, my love! 🫂💗

JJK MEN WHEN YOU TEASE THEM UNDER THE TABLE DURING DINNER WITH FRIENDS

PART II

Part I here.

Characters: Megumi / Sukuna / Geto / Gojo

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MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

He jumped slightly when your hand landed on his thigh, eyes flicking toward you in pure disbelief.

He leaned towards you and said calmly: "Are you insane?"

He pulled his chair subtly closer to the table so no one could see.

"I swear to god Y/N if you keep doing this—" he sighs.

He didn't move your hand though, or told you to stop, he just complained while secretly enjoying you touching him.

He stays calm.

"Keep doing that and see where it will get you Y/N"

RYOMEN SUKUNA

He raised an eyebrow mid-convo when he felt your hand slide up his thigh.

He glared at you with a dirty smirk.

" You've got some nerve touching me like that you little brat, enjoying this too much huh?"

You removed your hand from his thigh but he yanked it back, forcing it to land a bit higher.

"Oh you don't know what you have just started so don't you dare to stop"

"And eat well you'll need the energy for later"

GETO SUGURU

He paused mid-laugh when your fingers pressed into his thigh under the table.

His eyes lazily sliding to yours with his smug little smile.

"That's bold of you, love"

He relaxed even more into his seat.

Spreading his legs slightly, clearly enjoying the attention.

‎"Don’t start something you can’t finish later or should I be the one to finish it" he would whisper leaving goosebumps all over your body.

GOJO SATORU

He almost chocked on his drink when you put your hand on his inner thigh.

He smirked clearly enjoying it.

"What? teasing me in public now Y/N?"

He threw his head back as he let out a soft laugh.

"You're playing a dangerous game baby, is that what you want?"

He casually placed his hand on your inner thigh, tracing slow circles with his thumb as his hand went up, returning the favor.

"Game on, sweetheart"

[snow-snowball]

↱ And the stars fell peacefully

As if for me.

I made a wish every time

Not to lose you. ↲

What will they write to you when they find out that you're in a coma?

smau with: yeon sieun; ahn suho; seo juntae; park humin (baku), go hyuntak (gotak), na baekjin; geum seong-je.

warnings: MDNI!!! angst; foul language; smau; fem!reader; Y/N; mention of cruelty; mention of violence; psychological damage; ER (Established Relationship); mention of coma; mention of suicide; mention of smoking; mention of drinking alcohol.

a/n: English is not my native language, so I apologize for my mistakes. The content is created for entertainment purposes only, if you feel unwell while reading, then do not read! I do not wish anyone to be in such a situation. Take care of yourself!!!

© 2025 do reblog, but don’t copy or publish my work on other platforms, or translate (without my permission) into other languages. Any coincidences are coincidental!

[snow-snowball]

| She’s busy, dude. |

You decided to joke with your boyfriend by telling him: “she's busy with me right now.”

smau with: yeon sieun; ahn suho; seo juntae; park humin (baku), go hyuntak (gotak), na baekjin; geum seong-je.

warnings: MDNI!!! angst; foul language; smau; “adult” jokes; fem!reader; Y/N; mention of cruelty; mention of violence; psychological damage; obsession; bad joke; ER (Established Relationship); mention of smut.

a/n: English is not my first language, so I apologise for my mistakes. content created solely for entertainment purposes, I do not recommend repeating this in real life with your partner.

© 2025 do reblog, but don’t copy or publish my work on other platforms, or translate (without my permission) into other languages. Any coincidences are coincidental!

[snow-snowball]

Imagine firefighterSukuna…..sigh….😵‍💫

I am losing my mind, Émilie 😵 Thank you for sending me this!

FIREFIGHTER!SUKUNA X READER (FEMALE) 2.5k words. 18+, fluff + smut, mentions of cigarettes. Sukuna is a bit of an asshole at first lol, but we change his ways, and now he will be a good boy only for us ;) Divider by lacedolliee + benkeibear. Minors don't interact.

Sukuna isn't the typical firefighter. He isn't like those heroic guys you see on TV or read about in sappy newspaper articles. Sukuna doesn't do this out of the goodness of his heart. He doesn't need to save random strangers out of a burning house to sleep better at night. If he's honest, he doesn't give a fuck!

But Sukuna is good at his job. He is strong, fearless, and insane enough to walk into the worst situations. He is here for the thrill of it. He loves the adrenaline rushing through his veins when he gets called to a fire. And the more dangerous it is, the more fun it brings Sukuna!

He doesn't hesitate before walking into your burning apartment complex a second time, even when everyone around him says it's too dangerous. Sukuna just gets a mad glint in his eyes, and a feral smirk lifts his lips when he says, "You think I'm scared of a little fire? One day, I'll burn in hell anyway, so fuck it!"

The Itadori twins are the only ones who enter the building a second time. Sukuna knows his brother does it because he has a little savior complex, always willing to sacrifice his own life to save someone else. Sukuna, on the other hand, does it for the challenge, for the thrill. He always wants to win, no matter who the opponent is, a guy he fistfights in a bar or a fucking fire. Nothing will defeat Sukuna!

Sukuna kicks down the door of your apartment when you thought all hope was lost. He carries you out of the burning house, smirking victoriously under his helmet when he feels your hands cling to his muscular biceps desperately.

He brings you to one of the ambulance cars, setting you down on a stretcher before he pulls off his helmet and his heavy jacket, revealing the white tanktop beneath it and a good portion of his broad chest and muscular, tattooed arms, sweaty and smeared with grime and ashes, and yes he finds the way you stare at him very amusing.

Your wide-eyed gaze slowly trails over his body until you finally look up at Sukuna's tattooed face with tearstains on your cheeks, your lips trembling, and your voice raspy from all the smoke when you ask him dazedly for his name.

And Sukuna flashes you a playful smirk while running a large hand through his pink hair as he fixes you with a smoldering gaze out of his eyes, which glow red right now from the flames of your burning apartment complex reflected in them.

He tells you his name in a low, seductive drawl and watches your face twist with emotions. A shaky sob escapes your lips, and fresh tears slip out of your eyes,

"Thank you so much, Sukuna! You saved my life! You are my hero!"

Sukuna laughs gruffly, shaking his head and smirking at you,

"Trust me, sweetheart, I am not a hero."

He really isn't. He isn't doing this because he is a good guy who wants to save people. He is only here because his brother dragged him along to his work after Sukuna got fired from another job, unable to stay employed because he simply doesn't do well with authority.

And then he went into a burning building for the first time and realized that fighting against the flames and the smoke and tearing down walls and kicking in doors, somehow was where he felt at home. So Sukuna stayed.

Well, and the nice side effect of this job is all the girls he gets to fuck because of it.

Sukuna watches you with a lazy, amused expression on his face, already knowing what will happen. You gulp hard, reaching out to touch his arm tentatively, eyes wide, full of admiration and a desperate plea swimming in them,

"Please, I want to thank you. I want to pay you back for saving my life. What can I do?"

Oh, Sukuna knows exactly how you can pay him back, but he just grins and shrugs his broad shoulders,

"It's no big deal. But you can check into my cousin's motel if you need a place to stay until you find a new apartment."

It's extremely convenient to have a cousin who owns a motel, and of course, you agree, thinking that way, you can at least do Sukuna a favor by giving money to his family.

"Come on, I can drive you, princess."

Sukuna wraps a strong arm around your shoulders, steadying you, taking care of you, making you all kinds of crazy for him. The big, strong, sexy firefighter who saved your life. You lean gratefully against his strong body, letting him lead you to his car, help you inside, and even buckle your seatbelt for you.

Sukuna can already see the little hearts dancing in your eyes. It makes him grin to himself as he starts the car.

It's a rather long drive from here, and you get stuck in traffic for a long time. And Sukuna learns that, as shy as you are, you seem to be uncomfortable with silence, and so you start to fill it with babbling about all kinds of things. Your apartment, your job, your family, how you like your coffee.

It's amusing how awkward you are, but somehow Sukuna's smirk softens into a smile one hour in, and he catches himself replying with a playful tone, asking more questions about you and your rather boring life, which, to his surprise, is kind of cute to him.

When he finally pulls up in front of the motel, Sukuna already knows what will happen. He accompanies you to your door, standing before you, tall and strong and with a sexy smirk, and you get on your tiptoes to kiss his tattooed cheek, letting your soft lips linger almost longingly on his skin as you whisper,

"Thank you again, Sukuna. I will never forget what you did for me."

And before you can pull away, Sukuna places a large hand on the small of your back, keeping you right there in front of him, so close that your body brushes lightly against his, and his other hand cups your chin and turns your face so he can claim your mouth in a playful kiss, his tongue licking teasingly over your lips, pushing inside to flick slowly against yours, making you gasp softly and twist your hands in the front of Sukuna's tanktop, pulling him closer.

Yeah, that's it, princess, Sukuna thinks to himself. If you want to thank him, this is exactly how he wants it. Thank him with your tongue in his mouth and your hands on his body.

Sukuna knows he is an asshole, but he doesn't care. All his coworkers are far too decent guys. They say it's wrong to sleep with the ones they saved. They say it would feel like taking advantage of them.

Sukuna can only laugh about that. The way he sees it, there is nothing wrong with getting rewarded with sex. And after all, it's not like you don't get something out of this, too. Sukuna will show you the night of your life. He will dick you down so good you will thank him again afterward.

He scoops you up into his strong arms for the second time today and carries you into the motel.

It's you who touches him first and yanks on his tank top. So needy for him and his dick, so desperate to get your hands on his naked skin. So why should Sukuna feel guilty?

He mounts you from behind, fucking you hard and fast in doggy with a hand around your throat before he pushes your face into the pillow and continues to take you in prone bone, pressing you down onto the bed, covering you completely with his heavy body, making you sob his name anytime he pushes his fat cock into you.

He was right, you really thank him as he feels your pussy becoming tighter and tighter around him right before he fucks you over the edge.

For the second round, you turn around and look up at Sukuna, and maybe that was a mistake because your eyes are so full of those damn little hearts, and your face is alight with total bliss and adoration and, yeah, love. Your arms are wrapped so tightly around Sukuna's body, your fingers tangled in his pink hair, caressing him, pulling him down, begging him with breathless whimpers,

"Closer... please come closer... please, I need you, Sukuna."

He kisses you just to shut you up and make you stop looking at him like that as if he is your world. But he still hears the way you moan his name, not Sukuna, but Kuna, when you squeeze around him, and it makes him cum harder than he has in years.

Sukuna slumps down on top of you, not thinking for a moment in his post-orgasm high, basking in the way you feel under him, so soft and warm, and your silky heat still pulsing so deliciously around his cock. He turns his head to lightly bite your neck as if he needs to leave his mark on you, when usually he never leaves anything behind.

Sukuna frowns, rolling off you and lying on his back next to you, staring up at the ceiling with a slightly uneasy feeling. Why is he acting like this? Maybe he inhaled too much smoke tonight. Maybe the heat was too much.

No matter what it is, Sukuna finds himself staying in your bed much longer than he usually does. Every other time he finds his way into someone's bed, he acts as if his alarm went off and he has to leave for another fire, finding the perfect excuse to leave while his dick is still wet.

But tonight, he doesn't bolt right after cumming. Maybe he really just needs some rest. And it's just very comfortable how your smaller body seems to fit perfectly into his side as you roll over and snuggle against him, like some housecat looking for cuddles.

Sukuna knows he should get up, but he is too comfy. He will just rest for a moment longer, just close his eyes for a few seconds, and enjoy the way it feels to get cuddled like this.

When he opens his eyes again, the lights are off, and only the soft glow of the streetlamps drifting in through the window casts some dim light into the small motel room.

"Oh fuck..."

Sukuna curses under his breath, the instinct to run kicking in, but he gets stopped by a pair of arms wrapped around him, and everything comes flooding back. The drive here, the sex, the way you looked at him, how nice it felt to let you cuddle him.

Sukuna freezes up. He knows he should leave. Knows he should untangle himself from you and sneak out while you are still fast asleep. Run away like he always does, never to see you again.

But somehow, the way you cling to him makes him hesitate. He must have turned onto his side in his sleep, and now you are behind him, playing the big spoon, which is ridiculous considering your size difference, but here you are, hugging Sukuna tightly from behind. Clinging to him, pressing your warm, naked body against him.

Your face is buried in Sukuna's broad back, breathing softly against his tattooed skin. And somehow, Sukuna doesn't know how to breathe anymore because the realization washes over him that he likes to get held like that.

But there is still a little fight in him left, and Sukuna growls softly, gritting his teeth and carefully plucking your small hands off his abs. He doesn't get far, though. He has barely moved when your arms wrap around him again. Of course, Sukuna could easily slip out of your grasp, but what really makes him stop is your soft whisper,

"Stay. Please... don't leave me alone. Not tonight."

You sound so small and scared, and Sukuna has no idea why his heart clenches at the sound of that. But what he knows is that he stops moving and mumbles something about just stretching his legs a bit because he is about to get a leg cramp.

And his large hand cups yours to give it a reassuring squeeze, something he only ever used to do when his brother and he were still kids, and Yuuji cried because of something. It makes him feel awkward and weird and so fucking weak.

But you let out a relieved sigh and snuggle against Sukuna's broad back again, hugging him and whispering, "Thank you."

Sukuna's mind is whirling because why the hell does it feel so fucking nice to be held by you like this? It's concerning.

But he doesn't try to run, just huffs softly and interlaces his fingers with yours where your hand is resting against his naked chest.

"Get back to sleep, princess. I won't leave."

And he means it. For the first time in his life, Sukuna stays.

He wakes up in the morning to the warmth of your body wrapped around his and the feeling of your lips trailing sweet little kisses over his broad shoulders, and your soft fingers caressing his tattooed biceps tenderly. You say his name all sleepy and sweet-sounding, and Sukuna asks himself if the fire last night fried his brain because everything about you makes him feel such weird things right now.

Maybe it's your sweet and slightly shy smile. Maybe it's the way you babble so cutely when you are nervous. Maybe it's how innocent you seem to be, how genuine with the affection you give him.

Sukuna fucks you again, but slower this time, with the sunlight pouring in through the window, and somehow he can't look away from your face. Somehow, he gets lost in your eyes when you whisper his name and dig your nails into his broad back. You cum so sweetly on his cock, so wet and hot, sucking him in even deeper, crying out his name and calling him your hero, and Sukuna's vision goes black for a moment when he cums with such a loud and feral moan, that he never heard coming out of his mouth ever before.

He stays an incredibly long time in your bed. Cuddling with you, kissing you, almost purring like a cat when you run your fingers through his pink hair while he rests his head on your tits.

When a real alarm tells Sukuna it's time to leave and do his job, he groans and only reluctantly gets up. His eyes never leave you while he gets dressed, watching as you wrap the blanket around you and smile dreamily at him.

And Sukuna catches himself stepping closer to the bed again, leaning down to grab your neck and capture your lips in another kiss, which is too long, too tender.

You ask him for his phone number, and Sukuna gives it to you, which is also something he usually never does.

He walks out of the motel with a casual wave of his hand, but the strange feeling in his chest isn't casual at all. He tries to ignore it, gets in his car, lights a cigarette, and takes a deep drag as he turns up the music and drives off. But even as he's driving away from you, he can't suppress the feeling that a part of him stays with you right there in the bed of that shabby motel.

Sukuna goes through his work day routinely while the ghost of your touch still stays on his skin, reminding him of last night and this morning, and not even the adrenaline of running into a burning building can chase the memories of those lingering touches away.

He rescues another girl from a burning house, and she smiles at him and thanks him profusely, lifting a hand to touch him, but Sukuna takes a step back and out of her reach. When she asks him how she can pay him back, he just shakes his head and says

"No need to pay me back, ma'am. That's my job."

Sukuna feels strange when he drives back home to his apartment. All alone, just his music and the cigarette smoke filling his senses. But he finds that he doesn't regret turning this girl down. Because there is something else he craves. Someone else.

At the next red light, Sukuna pulls out his phone and presses dial, and then your sweet voice fills his car.

"Sukuna? Heyyy, how are you? I am so happy you called!"

A grin lifts Sukuna's lips when he answers,

"Hey princess, I'm coming over. What kind of food do you want for dinner?"

Sukuna has no clue how or why this happened, but it feels right. It feels right to call you and to drive to your motel. It feels right to spend the whole night in your arms and the next one, too, and maybe all of his nights from now on.

Maybe it's because no matter how much Sukuna still denies being a hero, he really likes being your hero.

OH BABYYY. I really want him to be my hero, too 😵😵 I hope you enjoyed this short story about sexy firefighter Sukuna! Thank you so much to Émilie for putting him in my mind. I can't wait to see your drawing of him!! 💗😋

Thank you so much for reading! Comments and reblogs would be very sweet 💗

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Wrong number (geum seong-je)

you wanted to text your friend about loving c/n (character's name), but you accidentally texted your crush.

smau with: geum seong-je

warnings: angst; foul language; friends to lovers; smau; “adult” jokes; fem!reader; Y/N; toxic!relationship; doubts; bullying; mention of cruelty; mention of violence; psychological damage, control; obsession; unhealthy love.

a/n: English is not my first language, so I apologise for my mistakes. The dividers belong to me! If you want use them, just tag me: @snow-snowball I don’t recommend reading this to anyone who has been in a toxic relationship, it may trigger a trigger.

© 2025 do reblog, but don’t copy or publish my work on other platforms, or translate (without my permission) into other languages. Any coincidences are coincidental! The dividers belong to me! If you want use them, just tag me: @snow-snowball Requests are open!

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Wrong number… (part 2)

you wanted to text your friend about loving c/n (character's name), but you accidentally texted your crush.

smau with: park humin (baku), go hyuntak (gotak), na baekjin.

warnings: fluff; foul language; friends to lovers; smau; “adult” jokes; caps lock; fem!reader; Y/N; mention of children; mention of sex.

a/n: English is not my first language, so I apologise for my mistakes. The dividers belong to me! If you want use them, just tag me: @snow-snowball

Park Hu-Min (Baku):

Go Hyun-Tak (Gotak):

Na Baek-Jin:

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Wrong number… (part 1)

you wanted to text your friend about loving c/n (character's name), but you accidentally texted your crush.

smau with: yeon sieun; ahn suho; seo juntae.

warnings: fluff; foul language; friends to lovers; smau; “adult” jokes; caps lock; fem!reader; Y/N.

a/n: English is not my first language, so I apologise for my mistakes. The dividers belong to me! If you want use them, just tag me: @snow-snowball

Yeon Si-Eun:

Ahn Su-Ho:

Seo Jun-Tae:

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привет, я видел, что ты переводчик, и мне было интересно, на какой язык ты переводишь фанфики? Не волнуйся, если тебе не хочется отвечать! 🩷 (также использую этот вопрос, чтобы попрактиковаться в русском, извини, если что-то непонятно )

Oh, it's okay, don't worry! I translate fanfics from English to Russian! (And it makes sense to me! You're good at Russian!). 💗

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OMG! I need a man like Daryl. 😭💗

Pookie hear me out..

The group is in Alexandria (Daryl and reader are in a pre established relationship) and there is a party happening that night because of whatever reason. Reader is worried about wearing a particularly short flowy dress but Daryl says she looks pretty/hot and readers like “yeah but it’s a bit too short don’t you think?” And Daryl’s like “yah but I can fight so wear the fuckin dress”

And then maybe they get to the party and reader is having fun when someone hits on her and when she rejects them they make a comment about her dress then Daryl comes in and blah blah blah

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. Claimed

⌇daryl dixon x reader

summary⌇while attending a party in alexandria, one of the alexandrians take an interest in you and daryl’s not happy

warnings⌇daryl punches somebody…

word count⌇0.9k

a/n⌇pookie i am absolutely hearing you out because possessive daryl?? yes.

The dress felt like a mistake the moment you walked into the party.

Sure, it was cute, thin and flowy, the fabric soft against your skin, the hem brushing high on your thighs every time you moved. It had felt like a good idea when you’d slipped it on in the mirror, Daryl standing behind you, eyes dark and jaw tight, telling you with that low, gravelly voice,

“Wear the dress. I like it.”

“It’s too short don’t you think?” You added.

He pulled you in by the hips, whispering, “Ain’t nobody gonna touch ya. Ain’t nobody gonna look at ya the wrong way. I’ll make sure of it.”

You believed him. You always believed him.

But now, under the dim glow of string lights and the hum of quiet music, you felt eyes on you. Not Daryl’s, his were a constant, warm weight on your skin, always trailing over you like you were the only thing in the room.

No, these were the eyes of people who didn’t know.

The Alexandrians didn’t know what it meant, the way Daryl’s hands lingered on your hips, the way his arm hovered protectively behind you. They didn’t know how he pulled you in at night, tucked you against his chest, or how his lips brushed softly over your hair when you fell asleep.

They didn’t know you were his.

Which is why, when the man approached you, the grin on his face lazy and sharp, you felt your stomach sink.

“Hey,” he drawled, slurring slightly from the beer in his hand. “Lookin’ real good tonight.”

You shifted uncomfortably, taking a small step back. “Thanks.”

“Dress like that, you tryna kill us all or somethin’?” His eyes dragged down your body, slow and unashamed. “Bet you’re killin’ him, huh? Gonna make him lose his mind the way you’re showin’ off like that.”

Your throat tightened, but before you could open your mouth, he leaned in closer, voice dropping.

“Bet you like that attention. Walkin’ around lookin’ like a fuckin’ whore—”

“What the fuck did ya say?”

The voice snapped through the air like a whip.

You turned just as Daryl stormed in, shoulders tense, fists clenched tight at his sides. His eyes dark, dangerous, were locked on the man like a predator ready to pounce.

The guy chuckled, raising his hands like it was all a joke. “Relax, man. Just sayin’, if she’s gonna dress like that, what’s she expect? Walkin’ ‘round like a slut when she’s got a man?”

You barely had time to register the words before Daryl lunged.

His fist connected with the guy’s jaw in a sickening crack, sending him stumbling back into the table with a crash. Gasps erupted around the party as drinks spilled and chairs clattered.

But Daryl wasn’t finished.

“Fuckin’ bastard!”

He surged forward, grabbing the guy by the shirt, slamming him down onto the ground as his fists rained down, over and over, the sound of knuckles on bone brutal and raw.

“Call her that again, I fuckin’ dare ya!” Daryl roared, voice ragged, spitting the words through clenched teeth.

“Daryl!”

Rick’s voice barely cut through the chaos. You could feel the energy shift, everyone was staring, frozen, unsure whether to intervene.

“Daryl! That’s enough!”

Rick grabbed Daryl’s shoulder, trying to pull him off, but Daryl shrugged him off, slamming his fist into the man’s face one last time before Rick physically yanked him back, holding him tight.

Daryl’s chest heaved, his breathing ragged as he glared down at the man—a broken, bloodied mess on the ground. His hands trembled, knuckles raw and bleeding, but his eyes…

His eyes were on you.

Your breath caught. The fire in his gaze wasn’t just rage, it was possession, fierce and unrelenting. He looked at you like you were the most important thing in the world. Like he’d do it all over again if it meant keeping you safe.

“You okay?” he rasped, voice hoarse.

You nodded. Daryl’s hands, bloody, reached for you, and you met him halfway, your fingers wrapping around his wrists as he stared down at you like you were his whole world.

“I’m okay,” you whispered, trying to steady your breathing.

Daryl’s chest heaved once, twice—and then his hands cupped your cheeks, rough palms cradling your face like you were something fragile.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, voice breaking. “Didn’t mean—he just—”

“I know,” you said softly, “I know baby.”

“He called you a fuckin’ whore,” Daryl growled, voice low, like he was still ready to kill for you. His thumbs brushed your cheeks, and he leaned in, so close you could feel his breath against your lips.

“Ain’t nobody calls you that,” he murmured. “Ain’t nobody talks ‘bout my girl like that.”

You melted.

Right there, in front of everyone, you reached up and kissed him—slow, soft, a silent thank you. A promise. Daryl groaned against your mouth, his hands tightening on your waist like he couldn’t bear to let you go.

And when you pulled back, just barely, his forehead rested against yours, and his voice was a whisper, rough and aching.

“Let’s get outta here. Can’t stand people starin’ at ya like that.”

You nodded, a small smile curling on your lips.

And as he led you away, his bloody knuckles warm against the small of your back, you couldn’t help but think—God, you loved that man.

[snow-snowball]

Urrr~ I love you guys! Thank you for continuing to be with me! I will work even harder not to disappoint you! 💗💗💗

[snow-snowball]

Pretty boy (part 2)

characters: Paul Lahote; Seth Clearwater; Sam Uley; Leah Clearwater; Embry Call; Quil Ateara; Jacob Black.

a/n: English is not my first language, so I apologise for my mistakes. [Y/B/N] — your boyfriend’s name. Requests are open. @chrisxlifeline sorry for the delay!!!

w: 1,8k

warnings: fluff; 18+; curses; mention of alcohol; attempted rape; mention of a fight and bruises; first mewting with Jacob; brother!Jared with Quiñ; chemistry tutor!Y/N with Embry.

Embry Call:

Embry was always the shy type, blushing crimson whenever he received praise or a compliment. You, being one of the school's top students, naturally stepped up to assist classmates grappling with their studies. It was this very act of kindness that sparked a connection between you both – long before he transformed into a wolf. Now, Embry wasn't daft (grades don't define intelligence, after all), but chemistry? That was his Achilles' heel. No matter how hard he tried, it just wouldn't click. To get through to him, you had to find a unique approach tailored to his learning style. You suspected he possessed a creative mind, one that thrived on associations and analogies.

“Alright, Embry, picture Oxygen as... well, a total floozy,” you began, a mischievous glint in your eyes. Embry looked genuinely surprised, probably thinking you were too much of a goody-two-shoes to drop such a line. “It reacts with practically everything except halogens – think of them as her besties she's not into. But then there's Fluorine; Oxygen's gotta react with Fluorine because... imagine Fluorine is a dude with a major crush on Oxygen.” Embry nodded slowly, a flicker of comprehension in his eyes.

“So, Oxygen's a... flirt who gets with everyone but the halogens, but she's got this special thing going on with Fluorine?” he repeated, seeking clarification.

“Exactly! Nailed it!” you affirmed with a grin. “I'm betting that after our study sessions, your test scores will skyrocket!”

And you were right. He aced the exam.

Lately, though, Embry had been skipping school altogether. You weren't exactly best buds, but you'd hoped he considered you a good friend. To you, Embry always seemed like a sweet, well-mannered guy who wouldn't curse in front of teachers, kids, or girls. Sure, you'd overheard him swear sometimes, but only when he was hanging out with his buddies and oblivious to your presence. So, you decided to pay him a visit. After snagging his address from the homeroom teacher, you set off.

His house was modest, nothing special. After knocking, there was no answer. “If he's not home, where could he be?” Suddenly, a growl ripped through the air, emanating from the bushes. Stepping back towards the house and leaning against the door, you scanned the area. A silver-gray wolf emerged, ready to pounce, but another wolf, also gray but with a dark patch on its back, leapt in front of you. With a snarl, your protector chased off the larger wolf. Turning to face you, the wolf froze, its eyes widening in shock. “Embry...?” did you really recognize him? “No way, that's crazy. Embry? A wolf? Haha,” you laughed nervously, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. As you turned your head, the wolf was gone, replaced by your classmate, who appeared to have gotten a new haircut. “Oh... my... god...” were the last words you uttered before everything went black.

You awoke with a start, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across an unfamiliar room. “Where the heck am I?” you muttered, jolting upright in the bed. A wave of recognition washed over you as you inhaled deeply, a familiar scent tickling your senses. You leaned closer to the pillow, inhaling. “It smells like Embry's shampoo...”

“Didn't realize you could recognize me by my shampoo,” a teasing voice drawled.

Embry leaned against the doorframe, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. He was only wearing a pair of low-slung sweats, and you couldn't help but notice the surprising definition of his abs. “My eyes are up here, [Y/N],” he chuckled, pushing himself off the doorframe and sauntering further into his room. “So, what brings you here?”

“You've been MIA from school for ages, and I thought something might have happened to you...” you confessed, nervously twirling a strand of hair around your finger.

“Worried about me?” He raised an eyebrow.

“A little,” you admitted, your cheeks flushing.

Embry sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed beside you. He was at a loss of where to even begin. How could he possibly explain to you what he really was? And even more perplexing, how could he have imprinted on you?! He raked his hands through his hair, frustration evident in his eyes.

“Hey, if it's tough for you to talk about, you don't have to tell me anything,” you said softly, rising from the bed and making for the door. “That wolf...it was you, wasn't it?” At your words, Embry simply nodded, his expression unreadable. You pieced things together in your mind, a small smile gracing your lips. “You're pretty.”

“What?” Embry's head snapped up in surprise.

“I'm saying that as a wolf, you're also very beautiful and not scary at all,” you clarified, giving him a small wave. You reached for the doorknob, but he was instantly there, stopping you.

“So, you're not afraid of me?” he asked, a hint of uncertainty in his voice as he gently grasped your wrist. “Oh, shoot, sorry,” Embry immediately apologized, realizing he might have crossed a line.

“Not in the slightest. You protected me, after all. Thank you,” you said, brushing a quick kiss on his cheek before darting out of his house, your face burning. Embry stood frozen for what felt like an eternity, but when the reality of what had just happened hit him, he bolted into the woods, transformed into his wolf form, and let out a joyous howl.

“Oh, for crying out loud,” Paul groaned, hearing the familiar howl. “I should have taken them both out.”

Quil Ateara:

He's your quintessential shy and insecure guy.

He never imagined he'd imprint on his best friend's sister. Especially when she already has a boyfriend. Being around you was pure agony for him because he knew you'd never look at him the way he looks at you.

“Hey, Jared, [Y/B/N] and I are hitting the movies tonight, so don't wait up!” you chirped, kissing your brother on the cheek and playfully ruffling Quil's hair. Jared barely had time to respond before you dashed off.

“I don't like that boyfriend of hers. Shady character,” Jared grumbled, grabbing a beer from the fridge. “Want one, bro?”

“No, thanks. Actually, I think I'm gonna head out,” Quil said, feeling his heart sink.

“Quil, I'm sorry, man...”Jared knew exactly what his friend was going through.

“It's cool, don't sweat it,” Quil replied, before leaving.

Truth be told, you weren't quite sure why you were dating [Y/B/N]. He had no shortage of attention from girls and was a decent student. Out of all the girls, he chose you – a feisty girl who wasn't exactly a fan of school. Were you two opposites attracting? Or… your thoughts were cut short by a kiss. He parked the car on the side of the road and started kissing you. You gently pushed him away, breaking the kiss. “What are you doing? We're going to be late for the movie.”

“Screw the movie,” he said, trying to unbuckle his belt. “I want you, right here, right now.”

“But I don't—”you were silenced by another kiss. You should have listened to Jared. From afar, your brother saw you having troubles with [Y/B/N]. [Y/B/N] was much stronger and heavier than you. It was impossible for you to move him, you didn't have enough power to do so. You felt like your arms would snap from pushing against his chest.

Suddenly, it became easier to push him away. He was yanked out of the car and punched in the jaw. “What the hell do you think you're doing, treating her like that?!” It was Quil. A very angry Quil.

“She's my chick, I'll do what I want!” The fact that this jerk called you "chick" set Quil off like a bomb. No one, and he meant no one, was allowed to call his queen that. He punched your now-ex-boyfriend in the nose, sending them both tumbling down the hill. Screaming in terror, you got out of the car and approached the edge. It was pitch black, you couldn't see anything. “Quil!!! Are you okay?” Silence. Then, a shadow started to approach you. Startled, you took a few steps back, placing yourself under the streetlight that dimly illuminated the road. Standing before you was your friend, covered in bruises. You rushed towards him, hugging him tightly and thanking him for saving you.

“It's okay, [Y/N], it's okay, don't cry.”

“But he messed up your pretty face!”

“Pretty?” Quil grinned, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. He swept you up in his arms and started walking back towards your house.

“Yes! You're very, very beautiful!” You happily swung your legs, snuggling closer to him. “With your good looks, you could steal all my boyfriends.”

“Guess that's not such a bad thing, seeing as I'm going to be your only boyfriend.”

Jacob Black:

The guy knows he's good-looking, but his pride took a hit after Bella chose Edward. Just the thought of that damn vampire, who stole Swan from him, made him want to tear his hair out.

And so, needing a breath of fresh air, Jacob found himself at the edge of the woods. A gentle breeze wrapped around his body, causing him to shiver slightly, and the scent of newly blossomed flowers filled his nostrils. He could hear birds singing and the distant footsteps of some animals. It all calmed Jacob. He'd always felt a strong connection to nature, but after becoming a werewolf, that bond felt even deeper. Suddenly, a branch fell in front of him, then another. He looked up and spotted… a woman's backside and lacy panties?!

You were wearing a skirt and climbing up to get a ball you'd thrown up there.

How hadn't he sensed your presence before? Embarrassed, Black lowered his head.

“Hey you, now that you've taken a peek where you shouldn't have, how about doing me a favor: help me get my ball down. Or better yet, catch me!”

“What?” Jacob raised an eyebrow in surprise.

“I said, catch me!” You said, jumping down from the tree. Lucky for you, he was a werewolf with quick reflexes. Easily catching you, his eyes were level with your chest, and his strong hands gripped your hips as you steadied yourself, one hand on his shoulder, the other adjusting your hat. “Wow! Didn't know hotties were so...” your eyes met his, and it was like you both stopped breathing, the world stood still, and the spotlight was on you. “...strong.” You looked away, shifting and trying to get down. The guy set you on your feet and deftly climbed to the top, retrieving your ball. “We hotties are not only strong but agile too.” Saying this, he ruffled his hair. “I'm Jacob.”

“[Y/N], but for you, pretty boy, I can be whoever you want!” You laughed, taking your ball and brushing your fingers against his. “Well, hope we meet again, bye!” You waved and ran off.

“We definitely will, [Y/N].” The guy said, inhaling and catching the scent of your body. His mind was reeling. He sighed heavily and slapped himself on the cheek. “I'm worse than Jared, the pervert.”

Somewhere in the distance, Jared fell out of his hammock. “Who's talking about me again?!”

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In this world you’re my sunshine…

How ‘Sweet home’ characters will react to your ‘I love you.’

characters: cha hyun-su, park chan-young, tak in-hwan, kim yeong-hu, min seo-jin, kang seok-chan, bang jin-ho.

a/n: English is not my first language, so I apologise for my mistakes. some gifs are taken from pinterest and some are made by me personally.

warnings: MDNI!!! fluff, 18+ content mention, caps lock, fem!reader [Y/N], canonical deviation.

Cha Hyun-su:

• *embarrassed*

• “are you serious?”

• “yeah, dear. why not?”

• *very-very-very embarrassed*

• this is new to him. i think his self-esteem is low enough to believe that anyone could love him. it will take him a while to accept that and respond to you. so don't be offended if he starts avoiding you or anything like that. he'll have to sort himself out and his feelings, and when he does, you'll see him on your doorstep. with a new haircut and a bloodstain on his cheek.

• “i'm here for you. and... why don't we try dating?”

Park Chan-young:

• *smiling 😊*

• “um… chan-young?”

• “yes?” *smiling 😊*

• “so… what is your answer?”

• “i don’t know… could you give me some time to think about it?”

• that's not uncommon for him. when he played baseball, fans always said they loved him. but you're not his fan, and he's not a baseball player anymore. this apocalypse has brought you two together, and you've become a special person to him. his heart starts beating faster when he sees you, and he never takes his eyes off you. when you get hurt, he cares a lot, even if it's just a bruise. it is important to him that you are okay and that you stay alive. he is willing to sacrifice himself for you. and when chan-young was injured in another incident, the first thing he wanted to do was to see you.

• “chan-young you’re injured? again?!” said you and and threw his arm over your shoulder, led him deep into your room (yes, you have a private room. questions?) and sat him on a chair. you started bandaging his wounded arm and as soon as you tied the knot, he put his hand on yours and pulled you to him, hugging you gently. “chan-young?”

• “thank you for what you do for me. i promise i won't do anything you'll worry about later. i hope you still love me because i'm willing to give you my heart.”

Tak In-hwan:

• what the hell?!

• you said those words in front of a whole platoon of Crows!

• “what?” he looked at you questioningly.

• “n-nothing! i was just kidding!”

• “kidding?” he interjected and shook his head, covering his eyes with his hand. “don't throw such important words around for nothing.” he patted you on the shoulder and walked away. (the guys in the platoon started whistling and laughing at you).

• mr. tak has not moved on from what happened to his family. he's not ready to start a new one yet, especially under these circumstances. but you're a very good woman and he even likes you. but like i said, he's not ready. but tak will keep an eye on you and secretly make sure nothing happens to you.

• “y/n, you didn't tie the laces on your cleats properly, they could come undone and you could fall and hurt yourself.”

Kim Yeong-hu:

• *shocked*

• “you know, yeong-hu, just forget about it.”

• when kang seok-chan asked him if he had a girlfriend, he didn't hesitate to say no, but if you ask him now, he would definitely say yes. he cares about you, not only as his subordinate, but also as a human being, a beloved woman. yeong-ho never raises his voice at you, even if there is a mission failure.

• “y/n, hold it for a while, we need to talk.” said kim. he stood across from you and looked into your eyes. “do you love me?”

• “y-yeah… but if it's not mutual, it's no—” you didn't get a chance to finish, because he pulled you to him and kissed you, softly and at the same time so roughly and deeply, as if he was trying to tell you something more than ‘I love you.’

• “i need you. in this world, you are my whole life to me. please be there for me.”

Min Seo-jin:

• “say it again.”

• “seo-jin, i—”

• “say. it. again.” he took two or three steps and appeared in front of you, slamming his hands on the wall, he formed a ‘cage’ for you from which you would not get out. his strong biceps were almost touching your face, and his eyes were staring straight into yours. “come on, baby, say it.” when Min first met you in the middle of all this chaos, he didn't pay much attention. but when you fearlessly snatched the weapon from him and killed the monster, he was discouraged. yes, at first he wanted to kill you for that, but something wouldn't let him. his heart nearly jumped out of his chest when you returned the weapon to him, touching his rough and large fingers with your small fingers. you are so small and fragile compared to him, but you have so much bravery and courage in you that involuntarily, but seo-jin is proud of you. especially when you put the brazen survivors in their place. (secretly, after you put him in his place, he jerked off to you afterwards because you were too hot).

• “i love you, min seo-jin.”

• “i care about you too, baby girl.” and he kissed you. seo-jin finally did what he wanted to do.

Kang Seok-chan:

• “what?” kang asked with a laugh, moving closer to you (you were going on an outing and you were sitting in the passenger seat next to him). “what are you said, princess?” he teases you as you embarrassingly lift the collar of your uniform to hide your face. “come on, say those words again.”

• “start the car or we'll fall behind the others.”

• “no, not until you answer.” seok-chan said, taking out a cigarette.

• “sgt. kim will destroy us if we don't move now!”

• “i don’t care because we’re going to die together. so romantic, huh?” he said, looking at you and putting the cigarette in his mouth. (I want to be in the shoes of that cigarette).

• “all right! i love you! love you more than you can imagine! now start the engine!” you said and covered your face with your cap, crossing your arms over your chest.

• “and it was so hard for you to say that?” the man chuckled and started the car, catching up with the other guys. “and no! i got it! you like being begged, don't you? you like obedient and begging boys, don't you?”

• “just shut up, seok-chan.”

• “whoa! I figured out your perverted secret!” he laughed at you some more, then tossed the cigarette butt out the window and put one hand on your knee, continuing to drive. “i love you more than you can imagine too...bully girl.”

Bang Jin-ho:

• “i know” he replied briefly as he continued to eat.

• “wait… WHAT?!” you said choking on your food and coughing.

• “you talk a lot in your sleep and say...a lot of unnecessary things.” said jin-ho, tapping your back.

• “o. my. god. kill me. now!” you said, covering your flushed face with your hands.

• “i won't kill the one i love.” he ruffled your hair and kissed your forehead. “ yeah, you're weird, but that's what i love about you. good night, darling, i hope you don't dream about me again and start screaming about how much you love me.”

• “fuck…”

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⭑.ᐟ Wink! ⭑.ᐟ

you wink at him ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

characters: Sylus, Caleb, Zayne, Xavier, Rafayel.

a/n: English is not my first language, so I apologise for my mistakes. Dividers belongs to @enchanthings

warnings: fem!Y/N, headcanons, LMAO with Xavier, +18 hints

Sylus:

• He was cleaning his weapon when you suddenly burst into his room. Nah, sweetie, Sylus wasn't startled because he sensed your presence. Raising his eyes to meet yours, he arched an eyebrow in question.

• “Kitten, what's up?”

• “Nothin',” you replied, plopping down on the couch next to him. It hit him that you had barged into his life in the same way and you were still with him. Lost in thought, he couldn't help but smile.

• “Hey, Sylus, check this out!” You turned his face towards you and winked at him a few times.

• “Whoa, can you cross your eyes on purpose? Or is that some kind of medical condition?” the man teased, watching your face turn red with annoyance. He totally loves to wind you up. You nudged him in the shoulder and were about to leave, but he pulled you onto his lap, hugging you tightly and kissing your shoulder. “Sorry, didn't mean to get under your skin, it's just... you're even more like a kitten when you're mad.”

Caleb:

• You and Caleb were baking an apple pie together, using your signature recipe.

• Caleb tried to help, but he was more of a distraction, peppering your neck with passionate kisses. “Caleb! Go to the living room, pronto!”

• “But, Y/N...”

• “I said living room. Now.” At your words, he lowered his head and shuffled off. Exhaling, you finally got back to your task.

• After a while, the pie was ready. Its aroma wafted through the apartment. Caleb's head popped out from around the corner, looking at you sheepishly.

• “Oh, look who's here, drawn in by the scent! Isn't it Mr. 'I Love to Hinder'?” You looked at him and chuckled at his bewildered expression. Winking at him, you gestured for him to come to the table.

• Caleb was instantly by your side, hands reaching for a slice of pie you had just cut. “Speaking of which, you winked at me. Does that... mean something, or...?” he asked, mouth full, playfully wiggling his eyebrows.

• “I'm being flirted with by a hamster, oh my god.”

• “I'm not a hamster!”

Zayne:

• Zayne was examining yet another patient when you suddenly materialized in his field of vision: a stunning blue dress that accentuated your figure, perfectly styled hair, delicate jewelry, and subtle makeup. You were radiant. The doctor couldn't help but let his gaze linger on you, and you, with a playful smirk, winked at him. The patient, however, decided to bring him back down to earth. “Dr. Zayne, so, what's the diagnosis?”

• “Everything's fine. I'll be right back and we'll continue,” Zayne said, his eyes already following you as he made his way out.

• “Doctor, but...!” the patient protested, his words falling on deaf ears.

• “Why are you here and looking so... dolled up?” the doctor asked, loosening his tie slightly, trying to swallow the sudden knot of nerves in his throat.

• “Oh, Dr. Zayne, could it be that you've forgotten about our date? How naughty of you,” you said in a teasing tone, tugging him closer by his tie. “I'll wait for you, Doctor, but keep in mind that you'll have to pay dearly for this oversight.” You left a print of your ruby red lipstick on his cheek and, with another wink, settled onto the waiting room sofa. Well, Zayne suddenly had all the motivation he needed to wrap things up quickly and make it up to you in spades on your date.

Xavier:

• You were dispatched on yet another mission to eliminate a Wanderers.

• And here you were, hunkered down in the bushes, trying to come up with a solid plan. The Wanderer you’d stumbled upon was no pushover.

• You pointed at it, then in the opposite direction, and winked. He just stared at you quizzically before giving a hesitant nod.

• “Xavier! What the hell?!” you exclaimed as the one-eyed Wanderer grabbed you.

• “You’re the one who told me to aim for the right eye.” Your partner quickly chopped off the Wanderer's arm and caught you mid-air.

• “I just winked!”

• “Gotta be more specific, dear.”

Rafayel:

• As you strolled through the city, a distant melody drifted towards you. Grabbing Rafayel’s hand tightly, you dashed towards the sound.

• “Where are we going?!” he exclaimed, slightly bewildered.

• “You’ll see!” you chirped, winking playfully at your boyfriend.

• “Whoa, I thought I was boring you and you were about to off me.” he chuckled, half-joking.

• Finally, you reached a group of street musicians. Their music was a rollercoaster, shifting from upbeat and lively to melancholic and slow. With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you turned to Rafayel. “Sir, care for a dance?” you asked, giving him a flirty wink. For a fleeting moment, his heart skipped a beat. In that instant, you were so… genuinely radiant: adorned in a breezy summer dress, a cute sunhat, and your hair tousled by the gentle breeze. “With the greatest pleasure, my muse,” he replied, his voice filled with warmth."

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