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[pink-anonymous-person]

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[loostssoul]

if you kissed me - Rodrick Heffley | 1.9k

Yeah yeah i know i haven't written since a million years ago. and yeah yeah i know this is my first real fanfiction i posted on tumblr. fair warning, i'm not the best writer, i honestly just do this for fun and i'm totally up to criticism because i do want to make my writing better. if this is literally inaccurate, im sorry its been like 5 years since i've read the books. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this fluff-fest that I created in the span of a few hours.

paring: rodrick x reader genre: fluff. lots of fluff

Credits to the maker of the picture! 15 Days till the Contest | 9:42 PM, Saturday

Plick, plick, plick

My speakers were blasting so loud I almost didn’t hear the sound of pebbles hitting my window.

Plick, plick, plick

I rubbed my eyes and slammed my laptop shut, walking toward my bedroom window. Peering down, I saw a figure a few yards down from my second-story bedroom, looking back up at me. Dark brown, messy hair that stuck up around his face. A red and black flannel, black ripped jeans, and, (of course) a tee-shirt with “Loded Diper” clumsily written on it. A grin spread on his face as he saw my face come into his view, causing me to blush. Rodrick Heffley, Crossland High bad boy, and my boyfriend.

I unlocked the latch to my window and stuck my head out, taking in the cool air and letting the neighbors enjoy the music I was playing (they never did). I looked down.

“Y/N!” He whisper-yelled

“Evening, Heffley.”

“I need to tell you something!”

“What’s so important that you have to scratch my window instead of using the power of modern technology to call me?”

His mouth opened to give me a response, but nothing came out. I smirked, “Come on up.”

I opened the window wider as he climbed the trellis that lined the back of my house. I backed up to my door and locked it. Precautions, my parents liked Rodrick but they definitely wouldn’t approve of him in my room at night. I looked back and I saw him, every feature of him illuminated by the light of my room. His cheeky smile and chocolate brown eyes. He slowly closed the window and walked toward me, brushing a strand of hair out of my face. I still got butterflies whenever he touched me.

“Hey, Spiderman. What did ya climb in here to tell me?” I asked

“I got Loded Diper into a contest.”

My eyes widened, Loded Diper, my boyfriend’s rock band, wasn’t exactly known for being the best. It was mostly known for his mom’s insane dance moves during the Plainview Talent Show. But of course, i'll never say that in front of his face.

“You did?! That’s awesome Rodrick!”

“Yeah! It's a battle of the bands contest, we’re going against two other bands. I really think this is gonna be our big break!” His eyes sparkled in excitement.

His happiness was contagious, he was like a goddamn puppy. I pulled him into my arms. “I’m proud of you Rod.” I muttered and smiled into his collarbone. I felt him inhale the scent of my hair and twirl my locks around his fingers.

“Hey,” he said, breaking the hug. “I’m having practice tomorrow with the band, you wanna come?”

“Sure. I go to every practice anyway, why miss out on this one?” I shrugged.

He chuckled and looked at me. Really looked at me. That’s one of the reasons why I fell for him. It never seemed like it, but he paid attention. We’ve only been dating for 4 months, but he knew me like no one else did, and I knew that in the way he looked at me. I felt his hand cup my face, his thumb rubbing my cheek in small circles. I looked up at him, noticing how tall he was, how close he was. Was I the one who leaned in? Was he the one who leaned in? Did we just do it subconsciously? Did he want this? Was he ready? Was I ready?

The ringing of Rodrick’s phone filled the room. The daze we were trapped in was gone and we separated, our faces red. Rodrick picked up the phone, it was his mom.

“Yeah, mom? Mom...I’m in the middle of something. I’ll do laundry later, ok? Now? C’mon… Alright, fine. Bye.” He hung up. “Sorry, I gotta blast.”

“It’s fine, I’ll see you tomorrow?” I asked him as he started toward my window.

He looked back at me and planted a kiss on my forehead, the farthest we’ve ever gone with physical touch as a couple.

“Tomorrow”

~~✰✰✰~~

14 Days till the Contest | 1:22 PM, Saturday afternoon

“Should we take it from the top?”

Practice wasn’t going so well. I could feel the nervousness, the tension. Drums were slightly off beat, the guitarist’s fingers would fly to the wrong places on the fretboard, lyrics would go all over the place. The contest was two weeks away, and Loded Diper was already feeling the anxiousness. I sat on the floor of the garage, on top of a picnic blanket I found. To Rodrick’s dismay, his mom forced him to let Greg watch band practice, as a form of “brother-to-brother bonding time.” Greg sat next to me, mockingly covering his ears.

“Oh thank god, it's done.” Greg said with an immense amount of sarcasm and uncovering his ears.

Rodrick threw a crumpled-up piece of paper at his head, “Shut up.”

“Both of you, be nice.” I laughed. “I think you guys should take a break for a while, maybe shake off the nerves.”

“Good idea Y/N, 20 minute break everyone!” The lead singer said. Everyone spread out, grabbing a piece of pizza ordered earlier and laying down. Greg ran out of the garage, yelling, “I’m free!”

Rodrick stood up and began gulping down a bottle of water. He wore a black tanktop and black ripped jeans, sweat dripping down his forehead. I ran up behind him and wrapped my arms around his torso. He turned and faced me, running his hands through my hair, lost in thought.

“You ok, Rod?” I asked him.

He sighed, “nerves”

I leaned my head on his chest, “You’re gonna do great, you’ve done so many gigs in the past. Think of this as one of those!”

He smiled at me, “You know what would make me feel a lot less nervous?”

“Oh god. What?”

A really common thing Rodrick did was try to bargain a kiss on the lips from me. It's been an ongoing joke, a meaningless bit he did all the time. I’ll do my homework if you kissed me on the lips. I’ll smile in the picture if you kissed me on the lips. It still hasn’t worked.

“I might be less nervous if you kissed me on the lips.” He whispered to me.

I rolled my eyes, “If that’s what it takes then I think you’ll lose the competition.”

He let go of me and laughed, my favorite laugh. “Worth a try.” He shrugged, going off to join his bandmates and the pizza. But as I watched him smile and laugh with his friends, I lost myself. I thought about the previous night. The way we fit into each other, the closeness, the fact that was so close that I could see my reflection in his eyes.

Maybe I should just say yes.

~~✰✰✰~~

The Day of the Contest

For the past 2 weeks, Rodrick has given me the “kiss-bargain” joke 9 times. Every time, I deflected it with sarcastic remarks, and every time I regretted not agreeing.

I sat on the front steps of my porch, waiting for Rodrick to pick me up. I regretted the jean shorts and plain black tee-shirt I had on, as a cold breeze brushed my skin. I pulled my black leather jacket on, which I painted “Loded Diper” on the back in white paint. Then, I heard it. The echo of heavy metal turned to full blast, and… the faint sound of something big getting knocked over. Oh god, they’re here. The white van with “Loded Diper” written in huge words screeched to a halt in front of my house.

The window rolled down, revealing my boyfriend and his excited grin. “Get in.”

~~✰✰✰~~

30 minutes till Loded Diper preforms

It felt surreal to be backstage, and really exciting. Energy was flowing through the room, as all the other bands talked and played. The rest of the band members seemed excited, full of adrenaline. Except for Rodrick, he’s been nervous ever since soundcheck. His leg was bouncing,he twirled his drumsticks around, drumming them on random objects, and his eyes stared into nothing.

“Rodrick, you want me to do your eyeliner?”

“Huh?” He didn’t take his eyes away from the ground, his voice seemed far away.

I lifted a liquid eyeliner pen I had in my pocket, “Eyeliner. I just did mine, we can match!”

He lifted his head and noticed me. I had my eyeliner smudged, just like he always does during a gig. He grinned, “Yeah. Yeah sure.”

I’ve done his eyeliner many times in the past, and I loved doing it because I had to be as close to him as possible. So I hopped onto his lap, pressing myself close to him, trying to comfort him with my warmth.

“Close your eyes.” I ordered.

As I applied his eyeliner, I could feel his heartbeat against my chest. It was heavy, and fast. I’m pretty sure I would still hear it if I wasn’t as close to him as I was, even though the loud music blasting through the theatre.

“Done”

He opened his eyes, and butterflies flooded my stomach. We were close. Very close. Should I do it? Should I lean in?

Rodrick probably sensed my flustered-ness. He smirked, “Cat got your tongue?”

I rolled my eyes, blushing hard. “Shut up.” I said, playfully punching him.

~~✰✰✰~~

“5 Minutes until Loded Diper performs!” A man exclaimed to us.

Rodrick was as nervous as ever. We’ve been standing on the left wing of the stage, watching the other bands play. It felt like a bunch of Loded Diper copy-pastes. A bunch of high schoolers, weird names, very aggressive playing. But they were still pretty good. Rodrick was biting the nails of one of his hands and tapping his other hand on the wall behind him. I looked up at him and held his hand, stopping it from fidgeting. He smiled nervously.

Now or never Y/N…

“Hey, you said that if I kiss you, you won’t be as nervous. Right?”

He looked at me, wide eyed. He seemed to be trying to compute what I said.

I stood on tiptoe and put his face in my hands. It was that night all over again. Every detail of his face, of him was in full view. His eyes, his eyeliner, his scent, his lips. I leaned in.

His lips were soft against mine, but they were tense, flustered. I was terrified, It was the wrong place, the wrong time. Until I felt one hand in my hair, another on my waist, pulling me closer.

How long was the kiss? A few seconds? It felt like minutes, hours. Sparked ignited. Butterflies flew in my stomach. His scent was the only thing I smelled, his warmth was the only thing I felt. The music faded away. Everything faded away. It was just him and I. Until we broke apart, taking in deep breaths of each other. We wanted more, but Loded Diper was playing in a few seconds.

“Hey, Rodrick.”

“Yeah?”

“If you win I’ll kiss you again”

We both knew I would kiss him regardless.

I didn't edit this because editing is for wimps (just kidding be responsible and edit your work)

please like and reblog because it gives me serotonin and i need that

[theringers]

watch me burn - pierre gasly

illicit affairs, part seven

summary: “oh baby, I've been thinking about it, you know that I've been dreaming about it” watch me burn / michele morrone

a/n: hi:) still a few more parts to go but i went a few chapters without smut and this was needed so enjoy:) also if u listen to the title song while u read its a whole new experience lmfao

warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, semi public sex

2 months ago, to the day

Your eyes met his piercing blue eyes in the garage once again. It had been a month since you slept with Pierre and you haven’t stopped thinking about it. The way he stared at you as he fucked you was the exact same way he was glaring at you across the paddock. Needy and desperate.

You shook yourself back into focus and listened as Max’s strategist reiterated today’s race strategy but you couldn’t help daydreaming about what that man could do in bed.

You drowned out the conversation about tyres and looked over to Alpha Tauri at the perfect time. Pierre had his bottom lip between his teeth while he examined his car. He ran his hand slowly over the chassis seductively like he knew you were watching. His fingers grazed the metal in painstakingly slow circles. After he removed his hand from the car was when he caught your eyes. He gave you a smirk, not even a smile, and turned away. It was good to know that you weren’t the only one thinking about what happened.

The race started and you were in the garage, cheering on Max. He had started second on the grid but due to a first lap incident, he was fifth. He was not going to be happy after the race. He can tolerate if he fucks up but having other people interfere with his race is something he takes particularly hard.

Pierre’s car came up behind Max’s around a corner and got too close for comfort. Max jerked his steering wheel too much as he tried to turn, sending Pierre’s car straight into the barriers.

You stood up out of your seat and gasped. Everyone in the garage was relieved to see Max still racing and no one seemed to be concerned about Pierre. You took off your Red Bull Racing branded headphones and slammed them on the table before rushing over to the Alpha Tauri garage.

Anna was seated in her chair, looking worried, but not enough for you. She should be close to tears like you were.

“Have you heard anything from him?” You asked and Anna looked up, almost annoyed.

“He’s conscious,” his race engineer said, “but hurting.” You heard the groan come through followed by a bunch of curse words. He apologized profusely for his move but it was all Max’s fault.

You watched on Alpha Tauri’s monitors as the race was red flagged and decided to head back to Red Bull’s garage. “Let me know when you hear something,” you said to Anna. She nodded and looked back down to her phone. Fucking bitch. Her attitude made you not even feel bad about sleeping with her husband. She didn’t deserve him.

Max walked back to the garage looking like a life size bobble head with his heavy helmet swinging around. “Is Pierre okay?” He asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

“He’s conscious. He took a nasty hit.”

“I know, I feel bad. I didn’t mean to, the steering wheel just got away from me. I saw him crash in my rear view mirror.”

You were visibly shaken and Max always knew the right things to say when you weren’t feeling okay.

“He’s gonna be okay,” Max said, rubbing your back.

You nodded in agreement. “I know he will. I’m going to check on him at the medical center once the race starts again.”

Max smiled at you. “That would be good. Make sure you tell him I’m sorry.”

An engineer put his hand on Max’s shoulder and shoved a spreadsheet full of data in his face. He shrugged his shoulders and walked with the engineer to the monitors.

It wasn’t long before the race got underway again. Max made it up to third, podium position, but there were still at least 30 laps left. You started the trek through the paddock and over to the medical center. You were just a bit too late as you saw Pierre walking out down the ramp. He smiled when he saw you approach him.

“How ya feeling champ?” You asked him.

“I’m a bit sore thanks to your husband.”

Your face fell. “He sends his apologies. I promise he was actually remorseful.”

“Max? Remorseful? What did you do to him?”

You laughed. Max did have a temper and tended to be extra competitive but he had formed a special bond with Pierre these last few years. They weren’t friends by any means but they helped each other out whenever possible. This was one of the times that it wasn’t possible.

“He does genuinely feel bad, Pierre.”

“I know he does, it was a racing incident. I saw the footage.” He limped slightly through the paddock and winced when he put pressure on his left leg. “I think I should go lay down for a bit.” He took another step and lost his balance. You grabbed his arm and held him, making sure he stayed steady.

“This is it right here,” he pointed to his motor home.

“Do you want me to help you up there? I don’t want you to fall.” You said with a soft smile on your face. How could he resist your offer of help?

“Sure,” he limped over to the door and you aided him up a few stairs. “Shouldn’t you be watching the rest of the race? Last I checked, Max was doing really well.”

He sat down on the luxe white leather couch in exhaustion and you sat at the table across from him. “He wanted to make sure you’re okay. He’ll be fine.” You looked around the motorhome, observing your surroundings to seem busy. “So Anna’s nice…” you said, followed by a laugh. You had known Anna for a few months now. Their wedding was right before the season started and you really hadn’t known her much before then either. She tended to keep to herself and you wanted to respect that.

“She can be a bit…”

“Yeah, I know. I went to check on you after the crash and she looked like she wanted me dead.”

“In her defense, she caught me checking out your ass this morning. She was not very happy with me after that.”

You leaned forward to give him a light smack. “Pierre!” You shook your head in disappointment. “What did she think of the way you were practically fingering your car this morning?”

He played fake shy. “Oh, you saw that?”

“You make my heart beat crazy fast.” You admitted, putting your hand to your chest. “That didn’t help.”

“Well, as long as you enjoyed yourself.”

Enjoy yourself you did. He was in his same fireproofs from earlier and you were sure he didn’t know how turned on they made you. They were pulled down to his waist, the sleeves hanging low off his hips. His white undershirt was tight to his body, putting his abs on full display. His legs were spread wide, inviting you in. Was it hot in there? Was the air conditioning on?

He ran his hands over his abdomen and leaned his head back, staring at the ceiling. He groaned, sounding like he was in pain, frustrated, and horny at the same time.

Why did he have to be so unbelievably irresistible to you? When you were around him it was almost impossible to contain yourself. There was a magnetic force dragging you to him constantly. You moved yourself to sit next to him, earning his attention and popping his head up.

“You look really hot right now,” you giggled to yourself. He made you feel like a teenager experiencing her first love. The nerves were through the roof.

“Well, I feel hot.” He looked around the walls of the motorhome. “Where the hell is the air conditioning and who turned it off?”

You let out a sigh of relief. “Oh thank god it’s not just me.” He looked over at you examined your face. He placed his hand on your red cheeks. “You’re flushed.”

When he touched you, a chill ran through your body. Your body felt on fire and he had the power to send a freezing cold chill through it all.

“My cheeks get really red when I get nervous.” You blushed even more having to admit that. It was your least favorite characteristic of yourself. Everyone always knew flat out when you were nervous.

“I can’t tell if it makes you look cute, like I want to hug you, or if I want to fuck you.” His hand still rested on your cheek as he looked back and forth between your eyes and lips. “You look so god damn innocent. Like I could totally ruin you with just a few minutes alone.” His thumb ran over your lower lip and you instinctively stuck your tongue out to meet his thumb. He took the opportunity to put his thumb in your mouth and you suctioned around it, keeping eye contact with him. “Y/n,” he breathlessly begged, “please.”

His lips crashed to yours, feeling warm and secure the moment they touched. His hands held your neck and you moaned into his mouth, forgetting what it felt like to be touched by him.

He hoisted you onto his lap, wincing a bit when you grazed his knee. His hands fit perfectly in the curves of your waist as he pulled you closer to him, grinding your hips. “Don’t do this to me,” he said into your neck.

“Why not?” You said cheekily.

“We don’t have much time.” You almost forgot that there was a race going on right now.

“I can be quick.” You hopped off of him and locked the motorhome door as he undressed out of his fireproofs. He looked so good in his white suit but he looked even better naked. You slipped off your underwear and hoisted your sundress up to your waist before going back to his lap.

He guided your body on top of his, settling you down as you took all of him in, deep. “Shit. A condom.” You said, after the bare feeling of him inside of you set in. God did it feel good but it wasn’t right.

“I don’t think I have any in here.” He said. “I promise I’ll pull out. I need you so bad.” He lightly bit your nipple through your sundress.

“I will kill you if you’re lying to me.” You started to move your hips and moaned at the sensation. He felt so good filling you up all the way.

He took your ass in his hands and started to bounce you up and down on his cock. “That’s it baby, just like that.” He said, admiring your movements. “Fuck me like a good girl.”

Your head fell forward, the feeling running through your body getting almost unbearable to handle.

“Jesus, Pierre, you feel so good.” You pulled your hair into a makeshift ponytail and arched your back, feeling like all eyes were on you in the best way possible.

He watched you in awe as you rode his cock without a care in the world. “Your pussy is so tight baby. So tight for me.” A breathy moan escaped his lips and his face looked like he was in pure bliss. There’s nowhere else he would rather be.

“Shit, shit, I’m gonna come.” He said, panicking. You rushed to get off of him as you saw the liquid pool on his abs.

“Did you…?”

“I don’t think I got any inside of you.”

You took a deep breath to collect your thoughts. God, you hoped not.

next part

[marlena-immortale]

NSFW Alphabet (Thomas)

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

A puddle. Thomas would be a puddle after sex. All fucked out and not able to form a complete sentence. He’d just wanna cuddle up to you and stay in your arms forever. You’d have to reassure him that you'll be right back when you go get a cloth to clean him up. And he’d be on top of you, so fucking clingy, the rest of the night. 

b = body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite part of his own body is his hands. He is so proud to be able to make you feel good with his long slender fingers. And he knows you have a thing for them so he makes sure to play with them and move them around when he catches you staring. You can’t blame him either because they are just so beautiful and you want them all over you all the time. His favorite body part of yours is your hips. His favorite thing is to grip on to them while you bounce up and down on his cock. Not guiding you or moving you, just letting you fuck yourself on him while using his hands on your hips as his only tether to reality while you fuck his brains out. 

c = cum (anything to do with cum basically… i’m a disgusting person)

He would spill sooo much cum when you finally let him let go of all his pent up release. There would be thick white ropes dripping all over his chest and stomach after you jerk him off. 

d = dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

This boy’s got plenty of dirty secrets, that he’s a little bit ashamed of, that he’ll slowly reveal, knowing that you’d never judge him for anything he’s into or wants to try. One thing that took him a while to let himself indulge in with you is his desire to be totally at your mercy and completely submit to you. He wants to be tied up, blindfolded, and told he’s your pretty little bitch. But once he does tell you, it’s become his second nature to get on his knees and bow his head everytime you give him a certain look. 

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He doesn’t have very much experience but don't worry, he gets off on you teaching him. You’d have to show how to properly make someone feel good and guide his tentative hands where you want them and tell him exactly what you want him to do and call him a good boy when he does it right. 

f = favourite position (this goes without saying.)

He loves it when you’re on top riding him, setting the pace and pinning him down to the bed. He likes to feel your weight on top of him, grounding him. Or, if he’s the one getting fucked, he likes you pounding into you in missionary so he can stare at your pretty face while he lays back and takes all the pleasure you’re willing to give him. 

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Most of the time, he’s too far gone to be cheeky but when you’re just getting started teasing or if you both are wanting something more vanilla for the night, he can be very cute and goofy, always messing around and making little jokes every once in a while. 

h = hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He’s got cute little blond curls all over that you just can’t help but run your fingers through any chance you get. 

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Thomas is very intimate but still very submissive. He loves to have you closely pressed against him at all times to feel your love for him in your breaths against his skin and little kisses left on his face and neck and warm skin pressed against him. 

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He is constantly jacking off whenever he gets any alone time. Unless of course you punish him by not letting him touch himself because he's a good boy and he knows how to follow your commands even when he doesn’t want to. He knows that his domme knows best. 

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

Obviously he loves your d/s dynamic as well as bondage and pegging. But, something else he really enjoys is a little bit of pain. And not just as punishment, he likes the pain especially during sex. It drives him wild when you bite down hard on his neck or thighs, sometimes even drawing a little blood, or when you scratch your nails hard down his back, or when you fuck into him just a little too hard to overwhelm him a bit. 

l = location (favourite places to do the do)

He’d be down to fuck just about anywhere and any time you want. He loves to be pushed into the nearest lockable room. Or, maybe even a little mild public play with you softly running your fingertips along the exposed skin of his thighs or his chest or his palm and sensitive inner wrist. Or with you planting wet kisses on his neck while he shudders in your embrace, secretly hoping someone sees. 

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Literally anything you do. Seeing you lick a drop of ice cream that fell onto your hand; he’s instantly hard. You bend over to pick something up and a little more of your skin is showing

or reach up and your shirt rides up; he’s instantly hard. You innocently brush past him while walking, he’s instantly hard. This boy is obsessed with you and his body definitely makes that clear for you even if he tries to hide it. 

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn’t like to take charge but you don’t seem to have a problem with that. You love to have him under your control. 

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Always such a good boy, he’ll stay down there for as long as you like him to. And, he absolutely thrives off of being crushed between your thighs and you sitting on his face, grinding yourself on his pretty mouth and nose and using him just to reach your own orgasm. 

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fuck him hard and fast till his mind is turned to mush and he’ll be happy. In those rare times when he’s on top, bouncing up and down on your strap, he’ll be completely pliable in your hands guiding his hips on top of yours while his head rests on your chest letting out moans and whimpers and incoherent words that sound vaguely like your name.  

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Again, he’d be down ot fuck anywhere and any time and you know exactly how to make him cum so quickly. He’d be so blushy and subby afterwards too, all flustered and warm when someone tries to talk to him. He’d need you by his side the rest of the outing, clinging onto you all smiley and happy while everyone else gives you knowing looks. 

r = risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s definitely game to experiment whenever you want to try something new and puts all his trust in you no matter what. Not to mention, Thomas is such an exhibitionist and doing things in public is his favorite risk to take. 

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Poor baby can never last very long when he has a pretty woman touching him. He’ll be ready to burst so quickly once you get your hands on him. 

t = toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

His favorite toy is of course your strap and the many ...ahem… attachments you have just for him. You prefer the big pink one that takes plenty of prep to fit inside him. He also loves your more painful toys too, as much as he begs and pleads for you to stop, he knows he has a safeword to use if he ever wants to and he secretly loves the punishment anyway. 

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

He would never last if he tried to tease you. You, on the other hand, love to tease him. Seeing him get all desperate and whiny is absolute heaven. You’d give him soft little touches and kisses all over his body except where he wants them most. He’d be so desperate you’d have to pin his hands down so he doesn’t touch himself in the meantime. 

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

Thomas is so fucking loud. Such a whiny little bitch. You’d have to make sure to stuff or cover his mouth when you’re in a place where you could get caught. When you’re in private though, he would nuzzle his face in your neck and his little whimpers would reverberate through you. 

w = wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Thomas loves when you check in on him during a scene. He knows it’s just to make sure he’s still ok, but it just feels so intimate and sweet to him. You always take a second and lean down to brush the hair out of his face and wipe his stray tears away and place little kisses on his cheeks and nose and ask how he’s feeling or if he wants to continue. It always brings a smile to his face, even in the middle of a punishment. 

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

His cock is quite large. Very long but not super thick. It would feel so good inside you and would look so pretty all red and leaky, dripping all over his stomach. It would get all twitchy at the slightest touch or the feel of your breath over it. 

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is so high. This boy’s gotta get off every day, sometimes multiple times a day. Whenever you’re not fucking him, he’s getting himself off. He’s ready to go at just about any moment. 

z = zzz (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Aw, poor boy is so tired afterwards. After his last orgasm of the night, he’s already half asleep and by the time you’re done cleaning him up, he’s snoring sweetly in your arms.

[pwarkluv]

❝ what is love? - l.mk ❞

lee mark x reader | fluff | 2k words

WARNINGS | lowercase is intended, idol au, love at first sight au, 6thmemberofitzy!reader, shy!mark and shy!reader, fluff bc that’s what i’m best at LOL, another request :), just enjoy <3

REQUEST | “hii i read ur electric love fic w jisung and i really loved it :DD could you do the same for mark ? still as the 6th member of itzy ofc :D” - my lovely anon <3

SUMMARY | he wonders what is love, but finds the answer in you.

AUTHOR’S NOTE | inspired by the song “what is love” by twice (english lyrics by genius translations)! ANOTHER REQUEST HDSFKLDSJHF IM SO SO SO SO EXCITED! i wanted to change up the setting so it’s still 6th member itzy, but not in weekly idol :P ALSO this was inspired by when nct dream, itzy, and stray kids sat next to each each other in that one award show so yeah lolol. IM SO SORRY I LOST THE MESSAGE WHERE MY ANON ASKED FOR IT BUT I STILL WROTE IT FOR YOU! I LOVE YOU, THANK YOU, NEVER BE SHY TO DM ME ;)

what is love?

mark knew the general idea of it; the sappy moments movies show, the “butterflies in your stomach” feeling books portray, the pain and hardships songs make you feel. 

but he’s never been in love, at least not like this.

❝ how could it be as sweet as candy? ❞

training at such a young age molded mark into the perfect idol, and with that he was fully aware dating would look bad to the public. he accepted the fact that he might never find love, all to help achieve his dream. 

but as cheesy as it sounds, the canadian wished to be loved. 

yes he was loved by his members, his family, his friends, his fans; but the type of love he longed for was something none of them could give him. 

mark wanted to feel the sweetness of being in love, the giddiness you’d feel whenever you talk to them, the pounding of your heart whenever they’re near. he wanted to experience the overwhelming need to be with that person, like if they’re gone for too long it’s like you can’t breathe.

was being in love like making a song for the very first time? or was it like eating watermelon all the time?

so many questions with no answers, the boy left to wander in his own thoughts. 

❝ how it’s like flying in the sky? ❞

he smiled bittersweetly as the newly wed couple danced around in confetti, the sound of laughter and cheers resonating around the room. one of nct’s managers that had been with them since the beginning invited them to her wedding, to which the team obviously accepted. 

all 23 of them were happy for their noona who found her happy ending. mark could only watch in awe at the sight of the two lovebirds, the love and adoration for the other evident in the way they looked at each other.

his heart tugged a bit knowing he wanted something like that too. 

“being in love is like flying in the sky.” his manager explained to the boy as a makeup artist experimentally brushed strokes on her face. it was a couple hours before the ceremony when mark knocked on her hotel door, wanting to visit his favorite noona before she finally said ‘i do’. 

his question left his mouth before mark could fully register what he was about to say, the poor boy flushing a bit as the woman laughed at him. 

“are you in love mark? is that why you’re asking me how i knew i was in love?” she teased as mark stutterd, denying her accusation.

“n-no i swear!” he said as his manager continued laughing, the makeup artist having to pause a bit to let her get it all out. “i’m just curious.” mark said quietly trying to stop the heat from rushing up to his cheeks. 

“well being in love is a magical feeling.” the woman said, turning a bit serious. mark sat up straight as he listened intently. “when you realize you love someone, it can be a scary thing. love isn’t perfect mark, and i want you to know that. there are moments where you want to scream and rip your hair out, or cry to let it all out.”

the boy nodded in understanding, having a bit of knowledge from all the good breakup songs taylor swift writes about. 

“but it can also change your whole world.” she continued on. “it’s like seeing the world again for the very first time and the colors are more vibrant. it’s like having a permanent reason to be happy, and a reason to stay.” she explained as the mark sat quietly trying to comprehend it all. 

❝ i wanna know know know know, what is love? ❞

the poor boy’s head couldn’t wrap around the thought of you. 

his heart hammered in his chest as he secretly glanced at you, desperately trying to avoid suspicion from fans and his members. you were just too breathtaking, having the canadian looking back for more. 

the moment he first laid eyes on you, it was like an epiphany. you were the answer to all his questions.

so this is what it feels like, mark thinks to himself as he looks back on all the things he’s heard about love. 

the butterflies, the pounding of your heart, the “seeing the world in a whole new perspective”, mark felt everything and as much as he felt excited, he was scared.

as harmless as it sounds, award shows were a risky thing for idols. being surrounded by fans of different groups as well as said groups themselves always seemed to cause a bit of a stir between fans.

between dating rumors and rumors about beef between two idols, anything could happen.

but usually mark would be okay. he’s been doing this for a long time and knew how to behave.

however what he didn’t expect was to see you, the tiny rookie idol from the newly debuted girl group ‘itzy’. 

nct 127’s table was right next to yours which let mark have a clear view of your pretty eye smile as you laughed at something lia had whispered into your ear. your laugh was bubbly and contagious, the boy having to physically stop himself from wanting to laugh too. 

he was panicking, but mark couldn’t tell if it was in a good or bad way. 

❝ what does love feel like? ❞

your breath hitched as you saw the boy sneak glances at you from the corner of your eye.

the mark lee was looking at you, your heart racing as you tried to deny the fact that he was staring you down. there was no way the dude you’ve looked up to your entire trainee life is noticing you, no way at all.  

everyone has heard of mark lee even if you weren’t into kpop. he was just that iconic. 

you’ve been an nctzen since the very beginning, being there for nct u’s debut stage. in fact, nct was the very reason you decided to audition to become an idol in the first place. you looked up to the team but more importantly you looked up to a certain canadian in the group.

originally doyoung was your bias in nct when nct u first came out. but as the years passed by you found yourself more and more intrigued by mark, having him absolutely wreck your bias list.

since then you’ve been a loyal mark stan, even rapping his part in cherry bomb for your audition tape which ultimately led you to become an idol yourself. 

you refused to believe you were in love with the dude, not knowing a single thing about him. there was no way you could love him, not if you’ve never even met the boy.

but your heart seemed to prove you wrong as it beat wildly knowing mark was sitting right there on the table next to you. 

“you okay bubs?” lia asked in a worried tone, leaning in to whisper into your ear. she saw the way your leg bounced in a fast rhythm, knowing you only did that when you were nervous. 

you forced a smile as you hesitantly looked her way, knowing that she could take one look into your eyes and know you were lying. “i'm fine unnie, don’t worry about me.” you replied as sweetly as you could, wishing the elder wouldn’t notice a thing. 

though you two and yeji were the eldest in the group, all being born in the year 2000, you were the baby of the unnie line. lia and yeji knew you the best, having grown up with you after all. 

the girl only gave you a look before taking your hand in hers to give a soft squeeze. “i know you’re lying but i won’t push you. also mark lee from nct 127 is totally checking you out.” lia said, whispering a bit on the last part. she winked as you flushed, looking away in horror. 

-

johnny nudged the boy next to him with a small smirk, clearly seeing the heart eyes he was giving the girl in the table next to them. mark jumped a bit at the feeling, looking at his hyung with confusion.

“so y/n of itzy?” johnny said with a small smile as the younger immediately sat up straight. 

“is it that obvious?” mark whispered back with a hint of fear in his eyes.

if any of the fans were to get a hold of this… the boy could only shiver at the thought. 

johnny’s playful smile dropped a bit at mark’s worried look knowing how he must feel. they were idols after all.

“don’t worry, i only noticed because she was looking back at you too.” he said, mark flushing at the revelation.

“really?” he asked a little out of it. 

“i say talk to her after this?” the elder said, laughing a bit when mark jumped in his seat, immediately saying no. 

❝ will love come to me someday? ❞

“unnie why are you making me stay in the dressing room~” you whined as the end of the award show came along.

you just wanted to go home, your body worn out. not from all the dancing but from the way it viciously pounded in your chest whenever you ever thought about mark. 

lia only smirked in retaliation as she brought a hand up to squish your cheeks. “trust me, you’ll thank me later.” she said as she walked out of the dressing room, bumping into a 6 foot tall boy with a smaller boy behind him. 

“oops sorry.” she said a little playfully, as lia gave a wink to johnny knowing their plan was going accordingly. johnny only gave her a small smile, but if you looked closely you could see the mischief in his eyes. 

“hyung where are we going?” mark asked, a little weirded out by the two’s interaction. johnny only ignored the boy, dragging him by his arm as they walked down the hallway. 

“hyung i swear if this is a prank i’ll-” mark’s words were cut off as the two entered a door, only to see your confused face staring back at him. 

“oh shit.” he cursed under his breath, a little taken aback from how beautiful you were. one whole award show later and you were still as gorgeous as when he first saw you sitting down in the table next to his. 

your confused face quickly turned to an embarrassed one as you noticed the boy, turning another shade of red when you noticed he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

“hi y/n, my name is johnny and this is my band mate mark.” the taller boy said, holding his hand out in a handshake. 

“h-hi i’m y/n.” you stuttered, not expecting to see the boy you’ve been daydreaming about for the past two hours to be right in front of you. 

mark gawked at the sight of you, his mind malfunctioning as the words seemed to get stuck at the tip of his tongue.

“markie right here has something he wants to ask you.” johnny said, pushing the younger in front of him with a grunt. 

this seemed to knock him right out of his trance, a hand coming up to the back of his neck as he stared down at the floor with pink cheeks.

“do you maybe wanna-”

“yes.” you blurted out, a hand covering your mouth in shock. “i-if you were gonna ask if i wanted to hang out sometime, the answer is yes.” you said a little shyly as the boy smiled. 

all this time mark thought he was gonna find love, but maybe love found him instead. 

“i’ll pick you up at 6 tomorrow evening.” mark said with a sweet smile as he took a step back only to be pushed back up again by johnny.

“you don’t even have her number you dumbass.” the elder scolded, disappointed at how dumb the boy was. 

your laughter caught both of the boy’s attention as you put your hand out with a small smile. “you want my number or nah?”

[flightlessangelwings]

Marcus Moreno NSFW Alphabet

18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.3k

afab!reader

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Marcus is very attentive after sex, and he loves to cuddle. He’s content to hold you in his arms for as long as you want. Even after a mind blowing orgasm, nothing beats having you in his arms close and safe. And if you need anything, Marcus is right in it. Want water? He’s got you. Want a fuzzy blanket and cuddles? He’s your man.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part on himself is his arms. Marcus trained hard to keep his body in shape and that includes a lot of arm strength. But mostly he likes to wrap his arms around you and hold you close. He loves when you comment on how safe you feel in his arms.

And Marcus is a boob man for sure. He loves to worship every inch of your body, but he especially loves your boobs. He’ll spend plenty of time kissing his way up and down each mound and spend a lot of time on your nipples too. He loves to knead them softly while he thrusts into you and watch them swing when he picks up his pace. And when you’re finished having sex, he loves to hold you close with a hand on your breast and give it a soft extra little squeeze.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Marcus really likes to pull out at the last second and cum on your belly. The sight of you hot and sweaty with his cum painting your skin is a sight unlike any other for Marcus. And of course he cleans you up real well after he’s done savoring the moment; he’ll never leave you a mess like that. And he loves to watch you cum too. The faces you make are super sexy to him and the sounds are music to his ears, especially if you cry out his name when you cum. He almost loves when you cum more than he cums.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Marcus really wants to tie you up. Not only does he think you would look so sexy naked, bound and helpless on his bed, but it would show an extreme amount of trust, and that turned him on more than anything else. He’s always afraid to hurt you or try anything too wild with you, so he hasn’t asked you yet.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Marcus could count his sexual partners on one hand. He’s not the type for one night stands and he only sleeps with those he cares about. That being said, he still knows what he’s doing. Marcus likes to spend time getting to know what his partners like and what really drives them wild.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Marcus does like missionary so he can watch you while you wrap your arms and legs around him. He also likes when you’re on top and riding him. There’s just something about watching you bounce on his cock and watching himself disappear inside you that gets him off like nothing else. Marcus is a switch so he’s happy to be on top or bottom.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Oh sweet himbo Marcus Morano. He can’t help but laugh at times, and he loves to laugh during sex. Sometimes he can’t help but tickle you while he’s kissing down your body and just grin as you giggle and squirm. Sometimes he can’t resist the urge to blow a raspberry in your belly, and it especially cracks him up when you do it to him too.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps himself well groomed and he loves to be fresh and clean for you. Marcus doesn’t shave, but he keeps everything neat and trimmed. You don’t care either way, hair is natural, but he likes to go the extra mile for you. And he doesn’t mind keeping the hair shorter.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

If you look up hopeless romantic in the dictionary, you’d find a picture of Marcus Moreno. He is a king of romance, and he takes great pride in sweeping you off your feet when it comes to that. There’s nothing Marcus loves more than to spend the evening wining and dining you, and he spares no expense to get all your favorites. Then he’ll spend all night making sweet love to you. Because Marcus Moreno doesn’t just have sex, he makes love.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Marcus spent a long time as a single dad so of course he jerked off fairly often. Between leading the Heroics and being a single father he didn’t have much time to date until you came into his life. He doesn’t feel as much of a need to jerk off now since he has you, but sometimes he’ll put on a little private show just for you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise kink, both ways. He will shower you with affection while he’s inside you and he’ll tell you how beautiful you are and how amazing you feel. And he loves it when you tell him how good he is and how well he takes care of you. Marcus does short circut when you tell him how sexy he is and how hot he looks when he is fucking you.

Nipple play. Marcus loves your breasts and loves to play with your nipples. He’ll nibble and suck marks on your skin and swirl his tongue along your nipple as he savors the way you moan and arch your back. He also loves having his own nipples played with, especially with how you do it so well.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Marcus is traitional in that sense in that he likes to have sex in the bedroom. He likes the comfort and privacy. But, he’s also known to enjoy a good shower sex at times as well. And he also surprises you sometimes when he takes you to a storage closet or someplace in headquarters for a quickie.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Marcus loves when you say his name. Something about hearing it in your voice just really turns him on. And he loves when you initiate sex. And since he knows there’s a risk of his loved ones being targeted, he loves when you can defend yourself. If he’s teaching you a new technique and you’ve got him pinned, Marcus is more turned on than ever.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Marcus will never ever do anything to hurt you. He’s too protective of you to even think about anything like that. Also he does not like the daddy kink at all. He’s a father and he doesn’t want any references to that in bed.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Your pleasure really is his pleasure, and Marcus loves to go down on you. He could happily spend hours between your legs if you’d let him, and he’ll take his time to learn everything you love. Marcus will draw it out as long as he can as he works your clit with his tongue while he hold onto your hips. He’s addicted to the taste of you, and he would forgo anything in return just to spend as long as he can in your folds.

That being said, like most men he would never turn down a blowjob, especially from you. From the moment he’s in your mouth, Marcus is at your mercy, and you both know it. You work him better than anyone ever had before, and he has to physically hold himself back from cumming too soon because of how good it feels. And of course he stares in awe every time you swallow his load.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Sensual for sure. Marcus likes to take his time with you. He’ll spend hours kissing you all over before he even thinks about fucking you. Your pleasure is his pleasure for sure, and he’ll spend all the time it takes to learn what you like and what spots drive you crazy. But when he finally does enter you, he likes to start slow. Maybe just warm his cock for a little bit and just enjoy the feeling of you around him. He’ll rock out once very slowly and gently, and just watch your face contort in pleasure. Encouraged by your moans (and maybe you asking him to go faster or harder), Marcus will pick up his pace.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are part of the territory when it comes to being a hero. Sometimes there just isn’t the time Macus would like to make love to you, but he still wants you. Sometimes he’ll take you to a closet, bathroom or empty room in headquarters for a quickie when he gets back from a mission and is running on adrenaline.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Marcus is open to an extent. He isn’t into anything super kinky but if you want to try something he’ll give it a shot for you. He’s also not a super big risk taker since he wants sex to be safe for both of you. He’s got enough risk in his daily life that he doesn’t feel the need to admit to his sex life.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Usually he just goes for one long round, but sometimes he has a second round in him. Marcus takes his time with you for sure and he drags it out as king as he can. He loves to take the time for you both to explore each other and really pleasure each other. At times when he’s been away or too busy, he’ll want that second round with you, seemingly can’t get enough of you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Marcus doesn’t own any toys himself, but he’s open to using some with his partner if they’re open to it. The first time you use one of your vibrators during sex, he’s almost too in awe to even move. He just buries himself in you and watches as the vibrations on your clit make you mewl and squirm. And he can feel the sensations too, and thinks to himself no wonder you like this so much.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is a tease for sure, but he doesn’t even realize it. When he’s wearing his glasses, you can’t help but stare because he looks so damn good in them. He’s so effortlessly handsome that he doesn’t even know the effect those glasses have on you. And whenever you watch him cook, you’re captivated by his arms. Again, he’s totally unaware. Sometimes, he’ll place his hands gently on your hips as he slips past you in the kitchen and the way he touches you immediately makes you heat up. You’re flustered while he goes about his business completely unaware. But you’ll make him aware later when you corner him in the bedroom...

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Marcus Moreno is a moaner. Boy definitely gets into the heat of the moment and sounds pour from his mouth. Where a lot of men are quiet during sex, Marcus is almost as loud as you are. He grunts while he thrusts into you, moans when you clench around him, and praises and your name spills from his lips.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He is a talker in bed, and sometimes the things that spill from Marcus’ mouth surprise you both. It’s never anything too derogatory but Marcus can get dirty when he wants to. “You feel so good baby” or “You take my cock so well” or “You like when I fuck you like this.” Marcus is definitely big into dirty talk and he loves to talk you through everything. And of course he always tells you how much he loves you while he’s fucking you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Marcus is well endowed, but he doesn’t even realize it. Honestly he doesn’t even think much about it. He’s never been the macho type so he never felt the need to brag about it or even care about what he’s packing. As long as you love what he does, he’s happy.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Since he spent so long without someone, Marcus does tend to have a high sex drive when it comes to you. He’s usually up for sex about four nights a week, as long as he’s not too tired from being a hero or a dad. But on those nights, he’s just as content to cuddle in bed and hold you close.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Between being a hero and a single dad, poor Marcus is always tired. So once he’s spent for the night, he tends to fall asleep fairly quickly. Sometimes he’ll have you wrapped in his arms with you on his chest and savors the warmth of your body. Other times, he’ll lay on your chest and enjoy the softness of your breasts and the sound of your heartbeat. Especially when you play with his hair and rub his scalp, it doesn’t take Marcus long to fall sound asleep.

[jisungsplatforms]

[Chapter VI: Girl Talk! And...Uh oh.]

Pairing: Producer/Music Major! Han Jisung x Photographer! fem! reader

Genre: NSFW! Smut; non idol au, college au, strangers to lovers

Warnings: Mature Content! strong language, angst (no smut this chapter!)

Chapter Word Count: 4.5k

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It’s been a few days since your date with Jisung and you haven’t seen him since. Was this something you brought upon yourself? Yes.

Dumbass...

You stared blankly at the ceiling, thinking about the last text you sent him. ‘Sorry, I think I caught a cold’? Why would you say that to him?! You were so focused on wallowing in shame that the sound of the doorknob twisting did not register in your mind at first.

“Y/N~! I’M BACK!” a feminine voice yelled out as you watched the door flung open all of a sudden. Forgot she’s coming back, you thought as the face of your beloved roommate entered your field of sight. “HELLO~! Oh…”

“Welcome back, Lia,” you greeted her unenthusiastically, staring at her without any expression.

“Girl,” she stopped, taking in the way your body was splayed limply on the créme-colored couch. “I didn’t realize I took your happiness with me.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Ha ha.”

Lia closed the door behind her, dragging in her large grey luggage. “Looks like I brought your sense of humor too. Do you want me to go back to Canada to find it?”

Groaning, you sat up, staring at her dead in the eye, while she laughed at her own joke. She struggled with bringing in her suitcase while mumbling about ‘how hilarious she is’ and that she should do standup comedy. Once she had successfully hauled her luggage through the cramped hallway, she pushed it to the corner of the living room before walking to where you were at. She plopped down beside you with a bounce, moving the throw pillow onto her lap.

“So why do you look like...that?”

“Boy troubles.”

“Boy troubles?!” Lia said in shock. “Wow, I never thought I’d hear that from you.”

Taking her words to slight offense, you glared at her, pouting. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing! It’s just that—nevermind, continue!”

“Well, okay then... First off, Minho is a menace to society. Never go to a party with him,” you announced, adjusting your position without making any eye contact.

Your roommate chuckled. “What? Why start off like that?”

“It’s an important piece of information,” you waved her off, as if you were telling her to just listen and don’t ask questions. “So, I went to a party with him and Hyunjin a few weeks ago, right?”

“Yeah, how was it by the way?”

“Big. Seo Changbin is a rich motherfucker,” you deadpanned, snapping your neck to finally look at her. Meanwhile Lia laughed boisterously at your unexpected dryness.

“Anyways, Jinnie got DRUNK about thirty minutes later and Minho, being the dear friend he thinks he is, went off flirting with this dude with a red beanie, leaving me to babysit him.”

Lia interrupted. “Hold on, when do these “boy troubles” come in?”

You hushed her, covering her mouth with your foot. She swat your foot away from her face as you spoke. “Wait. I was getting there!” you complained. “So the red beanie dude Min was talking to, the one I mentioned earlier? I thought he was hot as hell, like if I wasn’t so busy dealing with a drunken Hyunie, I would’ve shoot my shot with him but nooo. Minho is a BITCH but it's okay, I still love him, especially since he’s the reason I have a thing now with that red beanie cutie.”

“Girl, really?! How did he do that?”

You sighed, jokingly scolding her, “Maybe if you didn’t interrupt me every damn minute, Julia, I would’ve finished my story faster.”

“It’s not my fault your storytelling skills are horrendous!” she huffed. “But sorry, I won’t interrupt now! Keep going!”

“Okay, so, after a while, I finally got Min to help me, which took like, another thirty minutes, I think? Then fast forward a little, that lazy bitch is driving us home, the drunk bitch is suffocating me with affection, and I’m just wondering why the hell those two are my best friends, but whatever. After Minho dropped me home, I wanted to text him to thank him for helping me wrangle Hyunjin, even though I forced him to, and I thought did, right?” you paused for a moment to see if Lia was still following along. After a subtle nod from her, you continued. “So I thanked ‘him’ then asked ‘him’ if he could give me that red beanie cutie’s number, which, to the total surprise of my dumbass, ended up being him.”

“Ooh...plot twist!” she randomly cheered, making you snort. “Sorry...I just had to add that!”

“It’s okay, that was the perfect commentary for that situation,” you giggled, adjusting yourself on the couch. “But yeah, fast forward again, and we’ve been hanging out, texting, and just recently, went on a date.”

“That’s great, Y/n!” Lia hugged you. She leisurely rocked you until she realized something was wrong with your story. She asked, abruptly letting go of you, “Hold on, why did you leave it at a good ending? Where’s the ‘trouble’?” Before you could answer, the sound of your notifications going off from your phone stopped you. You leaned over to see who texted you, picking it up.

(3) new message(s) from: Hannie Bear 🍯🧸

“Hannie Bear?” Lia giggled. “That’s such a cute nickname. Who’s that? Is that the boy you were talking about?” She proceeded to coo, shaking you around and making kissy noises.

You hushed her, cutely pouting, “Shut up, he gave himself that name.” You playfully pushed her face away, turning to the other side. You tapped on the notification banner to read it from your lockscreen.

Hannie Bear 🍯🧸: hey babe!

i noticed you didn’t come to class today either

are you still feeling sick baby? :( do you want me to come over?

“Huh? I didn’t know you were sick, Y/n,” Lia said slowly. You turned your head to see her looking over your shoulder, eyeing you suspiciously.

“Oh! Uh—That’s funny ‘cause—”

“Y/n, when was the last time you texted that boy?” You stayed quiet, avoiding eye contact with her. “Y/n?” she said sternly.

You sighed guiltily. “3 days ago…4 since I last saw him.” you mumbled, with the fuzz on your socks.

“3!?” she gasped, “Text that poor boy!” You hesitantly unlocked your phone, bringing your phone up to your face.

Me: Yeah, sorry Sung, I’m still kinda sick :( bleh

Please don’t come over! I don’t want you to get sick cause of me

Hannie Bear 🍯🧸: aww but i miss you :((

it’s okay. i won’t bother you now

just take care, okay? Get well soon!

i love you! ❤️

‘I love you’...There’s that stupid sentence again. Why does he keep saying that?

All of a sudden, your roommate pulled your arm towards her, forcing you to show your phone to her. She glared at the screen. “You are a terrible person, you know?” she commented after reading all your messages. You sighed, silently agreeing with her. “Why would you tell him you’re sick!?”

“I don’t know! I’m sorry!”

“Don’t apologize to me! Apologize to ‘Hannie Bear’! Tell him that you’re not sick!”

You spluttered, panicking. “NO! He doesn’t have to know that I’m not sick!” You lunged away from her to move your phone from her as far as you could. Lia payed no attention to your action, a bit confused with your reaction.

“Then why are you lying to him!? Are you avoiding him?”

“NO! I—Y-YES?! I DON’T KNOW ANYMORE!” you yelled, chucking your phone to her lap. You let out a heavy exhale, rubbing your face while you laid half your body down. Lia got up, locking your phone, and walked in front of you.

“Talk to me, Y/n,” she gently said. “What’s wrong? He seems like a nice guy.”

“He is,” you whispered. “God, he’s so fucking sweet and funny and considerate and—fuck. I don’t know…” She squeezed your arm, silently comforting you. You removed your hands from your face and sat up, looking at your sweetheart of a roommate with uncertain eyes. “Lia, I don’t know how to feel. I’m so confused! I think..everything happened so fast that... I-I’m scared...I don’t wanna fall in love with him. I don’t want to fall in love, in general. I-I’m not ready! I’m so scared that—”

“Listen,” she stopped you, moving to sit beside you again to wrap her arms around you. “I know that every single one of your past relationships weren’t the greatest. But that doesn't mean you should NOT fall in love with anyone anymore. I know it’s scary, but at least...try? And if you really don’t think it will work out, then please don’t lead him on like that. That’s just going to make the whole situation worse. It will only hurt more.”

You took a deep breath, calming yourself down. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

Lia let go, leaving her hands on your shoulders. “You don’t have to talk to him today but please go to school tomorrow to talk to him, face to face. Deal?”

“Deal.” She brought you back to her arms, hugging you tighter and rubbing your back. You wrapped your arms around her figure with the same amount of urgency. The two of you stayed like that for a few sentences until she let go first.

“Thank you for being here for me, Lia,” you muttered into her neck.

She hummed, burying her head into your neck. “Of course. Whenever you need some ‘girl talk’, you know I’ll always be there for you.”

You released yourself from her grip, sniffling. “Welcome back home, again, Jules,” you grinned. “Wanna tell me about your trip back home?”

You walked through the semi-crowded halls, anxious. I’m getting a serious case of deja vu right now, you thought, quietly snickering to yourself. You gripped your bags closer to you, walking in a quicker pace until you reached your locker. Setting the combination of the lock, you swung the door open, digging through the small storage to switch out your books for the day.

“Hey, Y/n!”

You flinched, hearing someone randomly call out your name. Slowly turning around, filled with dread, you saw Seungmin and Jeongin walking up to you. Your shoulders slumped in relief. “Good morning, Y/n,” Seungmin greeted with a warm smile.

“Morning. Wow, it’s amazing to see you early,” you laughed, referring to Jeongin.

He scrunched his face then laughed. “I’ve been coming early for the past few days already. You would’ve known if you’ve been here.”

“Oh yeah, what happened to you? Are you okay?” the other boy asked.

Your heart stopped, panic surging through you. Why are you so scared? They’re not the ones you’re avoiding! You stared at the two boys like a deer caught in headlights. “Uhm...Sorry about the sudden disappearance but I—uh—caught a cold a few days ago.”

“Oh really?” Jeongin said. “I mean, you do look tired though so I guess that explains it, but good to know you’re good now!”

“Are you sure you’re even fully recovered?” Seungmin gave you a subtle stank look. “You should be wearing a mask, or something! Did you remember to bring some medication with you today? Don’t push yourself too much! We don’t wanna be responsible for dragging you to the clinic.”

You rolled your eyes, scoffing. “Thanks, Seungmo. I knew I could always count on you.”

“I don’t like getting sick, Y/n. Please respect that.”

Jeongin laughed. “I don’t mind!” he chimed. “Come here and spit into my mouth!”

“Jeongin! What the heck? That’s freaking gross!” Seungmin exclaimed in pure disgust.

You and Jeongin roared with laughter; Jeongin hunched over, laughing even harder when he noticed Seungmin taking small baby steps away from the both of you. “It was a joke, Seungmin!” he wheezed. “Don’t run away!”

“Stop, get away from me.” He swatted the younger’s wandering hands away. Seungmin clicked his tongue, “I mean it. Don’t you dare!”

“Aw, no need to be so mean! We’re friends, aren’t we? And friends share everything together!” you quipped.

“Not ‘everything’— Jeongin, stop!” Seungmin groaned, jokingly pushing Jeongin away as the latter started to rub his chest, laughing. “God, why are both of you so irritating? Gross.”

Your laughs started to die down when you remember a key detail. You weren’t actually sick at all; you didn’t like lying to them even if it was just a small one. Eyes scanning through the halls, you checked to see if there were any unwanted eavesdroppers. “Now I feel bad,” you said, “truth is, I—”

“What’s wrong?” Jeongin asked, stopping his annoying advances. Staring at their worried expressions made you remember that these are Jisung’s friends as well-- so that means they might tell Jisung about your troubles, especially Seungmin.

“I..uh—” your voice cracked, “actually, I wasn’t that sick—I mean, I was, i guess. But it was more of a… ‘mental health’ day! Yeah…” I mean, it kinda was though?

The two boys ‘aww’ed in pity. Seungmin was the first to comfort you. “Do not worry about it, Y/n,” he spoke softly, rubbing your back in comfort, “I know this month’s been busy for you, especially with that project Mr. Kim gave you. I think a mental health day was called for.”

Jeongin stepped forward, patting your shoulder. “Yup! Next time you have a ‘sick day’ call me so we can have one together!” he grinned.

“You know, you’re too eager to skip school, Yeni.” You narrowed your eyes, chuckling. Jeongin shrugged.

“No! It’s more so to comfort you at your lowest! I also don’t wanna go to school either....”

Seungmin scoffed, “There it is…”

“But it’s true! I do also want to be there for Y/n! At least I admitted that I’m also just lazy to go to school.”

The two of you snickered at your younger friend as he frowned. Seungmin tugged on Jeongin bag in an attempt to drag him away. “Let’s go now. The bell’s going to ring soon. I’ll see you later, Y/n. Bye,” he said, waving goodbye. You giggled, the sight of him dragging Jeongin the way he was vaguely reminded you of a dog going on a walk. You waved back to the two of them, internally giggling.

“Oh! Whatever you do, please don’t tell Jisung I’m here today!” you called out. They looked at each other in confusion, wanting to inquire about your odd request. Ignoring their puzzled expressions, you turned around to finish switching out your books. Finally grabbing your Environmental Science textbook, you closed your locker, fumbling with your lock to hook it back onto the handle. Getting a strange feeling of someone watching you, you looked over to your right, catching a glimpse of dark blue hair walking away from you.

You laid in the darkness of your room, the dim brightness of your phone bouncing off of your face being the only source of light. You were scrolling through your social media when a notification banner with a message from Jisung popped up.

Hannie Bear 🍯🧸: hey y/n let’s talk

You sat up in agitation, mentally debating if you should answer him or just pretend you didn’t see his message until you were ready. In a state of panic, instead of swiping the banner away, you accidentally clicked on it. Shit! you thought in horror. You already felt guilty enough for avoiding him, leaving him on read would just make you an asshole.

Me: Hi Sung!

What’s wrong?

You drummed your fingers against your blanket, anxiously waiting for his response.

Hannie Bear 🍯🧸: hmm...nothing :))

i just wanted to check up on you

You let out a heavy sigh of relief, clutching your chest; your heartbeat now calming down. You brought your phone closer to your face, thumbs typing away.

Me: Awww you’re so sweet Sungie

How was your day?

Right as you finally calmed down, his next plethora of messages sent you back into a panic.

Hannie Bear 🍯🧸: it was good. but...uhm

hey y/n?

just know, even though we’ve only known each other for a month, i still care a lot about you

if there’s anything that’s bothering you PLEASE talk to me, okay?

that’s all i wanted to tell you. take care, okay?

goodnight.

i love you

Your anxiety levels increased tenfold. Did he know? Feeling more guilty than ever, you read his messages over and over again with a heavy heart. I don’t deserve him…He really doesn’t deserve this!

Me: Of course Sung. Thank you

I’ll see you tomorrow

Looks like it’s time to face him again.

...You had no sleep, whatsoever.

The guilt and anxiety you felt from avoiding Jisung for the past few days was eating you alive. Why am I such a terrible person? You (not so gently) smacked your head into the wooden table, concerning the other onlookers in the library. You wanted to spend your impromptu free period loathing yourself before you had to see Jisung next period; alone. However, that plan was immediately shattered the second you felt a presence behind you.

“Boo!” someone whispered into your ear, slightly shaking you. You jumped, turning around to glare at whoever bothered you, only to see the smiling face of your best friend.

“Hyunie? What are you doing here?” your eyes followed him, watching him take the seat beside you. “l thought you and Lixie were gonna go to the studio?”

Hyunjin threw his back onto the table, resting his head on the table to match you. “We were but Lix left me to help some of his old theatre buddies and I don’t like being alone so now, I’m here! Besides, why would I leave my favorite person alone?”

You gave him a cheery smile. “Thanks, Hyunjin.”

“Mhm! I noticed you looked kind of sad though. Are you okay?”

You scrunch your face with a hiss. “You noticed?”

“Uh? Of course I did!” he drawled. “I’ve known you for over ten years already, Y/n. It’s kinda hard to not notice something like that.” You sat up, grumbling, not wanting to tell Hyunjin exactly why you’ve been so weird lately. He sat up with you, now serious. “Y/n? Is this because of Jisung? Did something happen between the two of you?”

“No!” You boomed. Your face heated up in embarrassment when you noticed the nasty look some people gave you. Muttering a quiet ‘sorry’, you hunched over, leaning closer to Hyunjin. “Jisung did nothing wrong. Actually Jisung is a total sweetheart so there’s nothing to complain about him. It’s just…”

“What? Did you find out about the hentai he watches in his free time?”

“What? No? Hold up, he watches hentai?”

Hyunjin shrugged with his hands up, faking a clueless look. “I don’t really know if he does watch it, perse, but I did catch him watching a softcore hentai before.”

Your eyes narrowed. “Huh? Nevermind. It’s not important whether he watches hentai or not anyways.”

“Good. Don’t let that get in between your relationship! Don’t wanna ruin a perfectly healthy one!” he said with a slight chuckle. Your mood instantly turned sour at the mention of your relationship. Of course, Hyunjin noticed it right away. “Y/n?”

You sighed, biting your lip. “If i tell you, you promise not to tell anyone?”

“Honestly, unless you’re cheating on him or something, then of course I gotta tell someone, he’s my friend too. Other than that, I promise!”

“Okay, great. And don’t worry! I would never cheat! Only on tests though,” you jested. The both of you chuckled before the mood went serious again. “So, you know how Jisung and I went on a date about a week ago, right?”

“Yeah…?”

“That day...Jisung said the ‘L’ word.”

Hyunjin gasped. “The big ‘L’?! He said ‘I love you’ to you?” he queried, mouthing out the ‘I love you’ part. You nodded with wide eyes.

“Yup…A full on Kdrama-inspired declaration of love when we were alone at the park!”

“Y/n, that’s honestly amazing! Did you say it back?” Your face was sullen, slowly shaking your head. “Oh, really? Hm. That’s a little...huh.”

“He says it a lot too.”

“Oh yikes,” he lamented. “No pressure or anything but, if you feel uncomfortable with it, maybe you should tell him?”

“No, it’s not that I’m uncomfortable it’s just that— geez I actually don’t know!” you cried out as quietly as you could, slouching in your chair. Hyunjin pouted in pity, leaning over to pat your thigh.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to explain yourself if you can’t or don’t want to. But I still think you should talk to Jisung about your stance in your relationship. You know he’s a sensitive boy.”

“I heard,” you sighed. “But I don’t think I have the heart to tell him exactly what I think about him.”

“You kinda have to eventually? Tell him if you want to make it official or if you wanna break it off. The sooner, the better; otherwise you’re basically just leading him on.”

“God, I know, Hyunjin! You think I don’t know that!?”

He patted your head in an attempt to calm you down. “Hey, hey. I know you know. I’m just telling you,” he whispered calmly. “Jisung is an amazing person. He’s very sweet, caring, fun, and honestly just the go-to person when you need a shoulder to cry on. Anyone is lucky to be with him!”

“Yeah, yeah, I know he’s all that. He’s nice and everything but he wasn’t someone I wanted to have feelings for! Jisung was just supposed to be a fuck buddy! No love, no affection, no feelings whatsoever, why did he fall in love with me?!” you wailed. “I was not supposed to fall in love with Han Jisung. To be honest, I kind of wish we never met.”

Hyunjin stared with a sorrowful look, knowing exactly why you’re freaking out the way you are. He was about to comfort you and give you advice when something—or someone—caught his eye. His eyes widened, weakly muttering an ‘oh shit’. You turned around, following his gaze to see…

Oh shit…

You abruptly stood up, mouth opening and closing, trying to find the right words to say to Jisung, who was staring at you with an indescribable look in his eyes. “J-Jisung! I...What are you—”

“I came here to look for some books for a research paper,” Jisung said. You tried to ignore how his cold tone sent a pang of sadness through your chest.

“Oh. Okay,” you awkwardly smiled. “I-I really like the new hair. Dark blue suits you!”

“Thank you...I remembered how you said you wanted me to try dying my hair blue so...I did it...to your request.”

“O-Oh, really?”

“I wanted to surprise you,” he muttered, pressing his lips together. “But apparently you had a surprise for me too…”

“I— How much did you hear…?”

“Everything, I’ve been here since after Hyunjin came in. Listen. Y/n...I told you, if you had a problem, especially if it’s about me, tell me about it, face to face, instead of talking about me behind my back. That shit is embarrassing, you know? Being talked about like that from someone you thought you could trust.”

“Jisung…”

“I want to hear you out, I really do. But I don’t think I want to talk to you right now, ‘specially after what you said? I don’t think it’s fair to me.” Jisung’s voice was starting to grow loud and desperate, tears forming in his eyes. “I poured my feelings out to you; I told you I loved you. I knew it was too soon to tell you that but I still took that leap, cause I thought we had a connection. I knew deep down you felt the same— at least, I thought I did…I thought you’d say it eventually but not once have you ever said ‘I love you’ back, Y/n! Do you know how much that killed me? I thought I’d be okay with it but everytime I expressed my feelings for you but never got a response back, it hurt! It made me feel like I’m just wasting my time! I-I FELT LIKE AN IDIOT!”

Hyunjin stepped in, hushing the both of you. “Guys, I know this is something between the two of you, but people are watching now. You should take this outside.”

“No. It’s okay, man. I said what I wanted to say,” Jisung said, already making his way out of the library. “Goodbye, Y/n. Take care, alright?”

“No...Jisung, wait!” You forced your shaky legs to chase after him. However, Hyunjin wrapped his arms around you, stopping you.

“No, Y/n. Give yourselves time,” he whispered into your hair, kissing the top of it to calm you down. You turned around and cried into chest, clutching onto him tightly. He tried his best to maneuver you both around to a more secluded area of the library, mouthing out a bunch of ‘sorry’s for the scene that was created. Finding a dark corner between the aisles, he carefully pushed you to it, lifting your head to see your face. You looked up, red faced with tears and snot running down your face.

Hyunjin reached into his pocket to take his handkerchief to wipe your messy face. He held the cloth against your nose, wordlessly telling you to blow your nose. Despite how disgusting he found the sound was, he resisted the urge to cringe, seeing how this was no time to act dramatic. “It’s okay, Y/n. Breathe,” he gently comforted you. He left the dirtied handkerchief on his lap and securely wrapped his arms around you again. He caressed your back, softly humming a sweet song. “Shh shh. You’ll be okay. Just let it out.”

You weakly stuttered, “I didn’t want to tell him like that. I didn’t want him to think I didn’t love him back, Hyunjin.”

“Everything will be okay, Y/n. Just cry it out first, then we’ll deal with this together.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt his feelings! This is my fault! It’s because I was a fucking idiot and let my fears get in between us!”

Hyunjin just stayed silent and hugged you tighter, moving his hand to the back of your head to tuck you into his neck. He played with your hair, knowing how relaxing it was to you. He went back to humming another song and held you until you were calm again. You let go of him, still sniffling.

“Feel better now?” Hyunjin asked. You shook your head no.

“Not really. I still feel like shit but not as much as before.”

“I mean, that’s still progress?” he tried joking around to lift your spirits. The joke only went over your head though.

“Yeah. Better than crying,” you agreed listlessly, wiping your nose. He stood up and held his hands out. You took them, hoisting yourself up. “Thank you, Hyunie. I love you.”

“Of course, I love you too, Y/n. Talk to Ji when you’re ready again, okay?” He led you out of the dark aisle to go back to your table. You latched yourself onto his arm, hiding your face.

“Okay. But for now, can you please just take me home? I don’t think I’m in the right mindset now to continue the rest of the day.”

“No problem. Anything for you.”

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A/n: i apologize for posting this chapter so late! as i’ve mentioned before, i did get a little busy so i haven’t been able to work on any fics. hope you all understand! <3 AND idk if anybody noticed but i combine chapters 6&7 together instead to somewhat make up for the late update, that’s why it’s a little longer that what i usually write! hope you enjoyed!

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smut alphabet - hound dog

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

You’ll have to be patient with Ryo. Aftercare has never been his strong suit. Take some time and explain what you need after sex, especially since he goes so rough. Bite marks and scratches are going to need attention. Aches and pains require ibuprofen and heat. Soon he’ll be leaving a bottle of water and pain medication on the bedside table for easy access. He’ll get a rice heating pad and a cozy blanket for you to relax and snuggle under, watching TV till you conk out after the exercise you just went through.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes his arms and abs. The muscles are well defined and move beautifully under your fingers. Not to mention how thick his biceps are. They’re there for you to cling tight to: during sex, going for a walk, or when you’re just watching a scary movie.

He’s an ass man, through and through. And that includes the entire area surrounding it: hips, thighs, and sides. If you’re chubby, he just loves it so much more. He licks and claws and grips and bites till you’re raw. When he’s thrusting hard and fast, seeing your tummy and thighs bounce is such a turn on.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

It’s thick and bitter. He knows it’s not a tasty treat but fuck does he love seeing it in your mouth, dripping onto your tongue, down your chin. He wants the smell to sink in and mark you for hours.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

One time he howled during an orgasm. It was as humiliating as it could possibly get. At least it was a one night stand so he never had to look them in the eyes again. Since then, he checks himself, making sure it will never happen again.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Relationships haven’t been on his radar. One night stands have been. He knows what he’s doing to thoroughly pleasure you. It’s the softer stuff he lacks experience with. Pain, spanking, choking, whathaveyou, isn’t always everyone's forte. Talk about intimate positions, slow fingering, and gentle caressing. He’s a good learner so he’ll pick it up quickly. Just give him instructions and time.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any doggy style position. He likes to hold your arms, preventing you from touching yourself. It’s rough and near feral as he’s rutting you, cumming deep with bestial growls and a carnal grip. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

If you have the energy to crack a joke between his thrusts, go ahead. But don’t expect him to laugh or make one back. He has a different focus that requires his complete attention.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Not groomed… at all. It’s dark brown, nearly black, and thick. He’s never had a reason to trim up. If all the hair bothers you or you just want to see what he looks like with a nice trim, he’ll do it for you. Don’t expect him to keep doing it though. His hair grows fast and he can’t be bothered to keep up with it.

His happy trail is very prominent as well. It’s a nice sight when he walks around shirtless. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Romance is another thing he needs to learn. A candlelit dinner or a warm bubble bath hasn’t ever appealed to him. Though, once in a relationship, he will spend some time reading about what he could do better. He wants to please his partner, make sure they feel important and loved, and he’s always willing to learn new tricks.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Ryo humps pillows and uses fleshlights. He loves the movement in his hips and thighs and the gathering, dripping stickiness. He closes his eyes, rutting into a pillow, picturing he’s fucking your throat, hearing your strangled gasps as his balls slap your face, 

He doesn’t need porn most of the time. Going to a website, searching for a video he actually likes, then finally starting is such a waste of time. He just wants to jack off, quick and unbothered.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Sir, Daddy, Master- it doesn’t matter what you want to call him, but he will be the dominant one. Hearing you ask for help, whining Daddy while rubbing your legs together turns him on unlike nothing else can. He also likes feeling your body, trusting in him as your Daddy to protect and take care of you.

Sit on his lap and warm his cock for hours. It doesn’t lead to sex all the time. He just enjoys feeling your warmth and having you so close and connected to him. You can totally fall asleep with him inside, comforted by his presence, or watch TV while nursing on his cock.

Is foreskin play a kink? Because he loves it. Whenever you’re cock warming with your mouth, slip your tongue into his foreskin while he’s soft, circle his head, suck it, whatever. He doesn’t know what it is but he loves it.

He wouldn’t even consider it until you’re wearing one but seeing a cute pink collar around your neck stirs something in him. He doesn’t care much about lingerie. It’s just the collar that excites him- whether it’s a high choker, a collar with a bell or bow, or a simple lace one. If it’s pink, it’s better. If there’s a leash he can tug and control you with, it’s the best.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Really anywhere he can bend you over is fine in his eyes. He isn’t picky.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Ryo’s kind of an angry guy. When he starts a sexual relationship, those emotions get funneled into you. 

Ask to sit on his lap. It either means you want him in you or you want to slowly work him up. Whisper ‘I want you, Daddy’ or ‘Daddy, I need your help’ and his hand slides into your pants, willing to do whatever to help his baby out. Make sure you always say thank you though. Or else he’ll punish you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

While he enjoys biting and scratching, he doesn’t want to see, smell, or taste blood. He’d never want to permanently mark or scar you in any way. And blood reminds him of fighting villains, dirty, disgusting people. If he bit you and tasted metal, flashes of battles and bruises would rush through his head. He might need a minute or so to cool down or would want to stop entirely before the flashback becomes too much.

This doesn’t have a lot to do with sex but he doesn’t want to be called a ‘good boy.’ He may have a canine-like appearance and some behavior. But he is not a dog. Don’t treat him like one.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He’s constantly after your taste and smell. He wants to bury his nose in you and his tongue can reach nice and deep. But, like Gang Orca, he doesn’t have human lips and his teeth can be dangerous. They hinder the level of pleasure he can give. If one of those canines catch your skin just right, it’ll seriously hurt. To prevent any pain, he focuses on lapping your clit while fingering you. That’s something he’s more proficient at and it’s kind of required with his size.

His favorite way to lick you is to bend you over the table or to push your chest to the bed, perfectly presenting your ass for him. His fingers spread you open and his tongue will go everywhere.

Like everyone, he enjoys a good blowjob or handjob. He’d never deny one. He likes feeling your teeth graze along him. And like mentioned in the kink section, bite, suck, and play with his foreskin as you blow him. But he does prefer penetrative sex over receiving oral. He just wants to get into you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Carnal, vulgar, like wildfire, relentless, the adjectives could go on. Most of the time, you’ll be a little sore, at least. 

Like with aftercare and intimacy, sensuality never really occurs to him. Few people want hardcore, pounding-till-you’re-raw-and-sore sex every single time. It’s nice to slow down, relax, feel each other’s naked, warm bodies, and lazily move together as one. 

The more you have slower sex, the more he will want it. He realizes how enjoyable and affectionate it can be. Plus, intimacy isn’t something he’s experienced a lot of so getting to experience it with you is lovely.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

All the time. It probably happens more than ‘regular’ sex. You’ll get bent over, pulled into his lap, or dragged to the bed for a quickie. Creating an atmosphere is time-consuming. He’s just horny and wants to get right into you it as soon as possible.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Risks haven’t been a big part of his life. Getting caught doing anything sexual could ruin his career as a counselor and a Pro Hero. Though the idea of you snaking your hand into his lap, silently unzipping his pants, and lazily pumping him under a table at a restaurant is kind of arousing- the adrenal, the completely unaware people around you, your attempts to remain quiet. It’s the thought of doing something you shouldn’t that really gets him going. But he won’t actually do it. He can’t risk his career like that.

Experiments are a way to fuel the adrenal. He’ll buy toys, tie you up, or blindfold you. Whatever you want to try, he’ll try it, especially if it gives him more control over you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He’ll go and go and go until you tap out. He has good control over himself and how long he can last. It can be forty-five minutes of him rutting you until he’s close to finishing. Sometimes, one round can last for upwards of an hour. And he’s usually able to go for two but that depends on how you feel. He knows it’s hard, maybe even painful, to keep going when you’re spent.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Ryo’s had to buy so many damn fleshlights. They get taped down and repeatedly fucked. He tries not to be so hard and take care of them but they somehow always end up broken.

On behalf of his partner, he will begin to buy some toys. It depends on your tastes and what he wants to see you in. He’ll spend days scouring websites, looking for the perfect panties, vibrator, and collar for you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’ll slick himself along your entrance, thrust until you’re right there, command you to stay put until he says you can move. It's so much you’re nearly crying, sensitive, overstimulated, sweaty, stuck under him for an hour before he finally grants you permission to come.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He isn’t loud and doesn’t really groan. They sound more like grunts and deep, gruff growls that rumble his lower abdomen.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Smells affect him, like a lot. It’s great when he’s a fan of the scent; vanilla, salty, beach air, you. But when he isn’t, he may sneeze, get agitated, or not even be able to be around whatever the source is. He might come across as blunt or too demanding when telling you you need new perfume. He doesn’t mean to be. It’s just hard for him to be around any intense, artificial, or chemical smells.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

No, it isn’t a red rocket. Sorry if you’re a monster fucker or into werewolves. Ryo’s anatomy is more humanoid than canine so it stands to reason his penis follows that. But even though it is humanoid, his head is more pointy than your average human’s. And the base thickens and swells a bit when he comes. He likes staying inside you after, feeling himself empty out and throb inside.

He’s a quarter-inch short of 8 inches.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It’s pretty high. He often channels his frustration into training or sex. Once in a relationship, you’ll be one of his go-tos when he needs a release. Some weeks he wants you five or six times. It’s definitely enough to make you sore and ask for a few days off.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

From his years of working as a Hero, his stamina is relatively high. He’s able to exert a fair bit of energy and still feel fine. So after sex, he isn’t that tired, even if you went at it for two hours. He’ll let you take a nap or go to bed but he usually gets up and does something before lying down for sleep.

[blvejeanbaby]

My Mandu Man | Jung Yunho

Pairing: Yunho x reader, brief Seonghwa x reader Word count: 4.5k Warnings: mentions of sex, that’s all Summary: Seonghwa and y/n love to kiss while drunk, for some harmless fun, but Yunho gets jealous.

You were never the life of the party, not even when only surrounded by your best friends. You were always smiling and laughing and having fun, yes, but that was different than being the life of the party. The one to earn that title tonight was Wooyoung, who was even more hyper than he usually was and even more loud too. You looked at him as he bounced around the room, singing, dancing and drinking. You chuckled as he nearly slipped and fell, grabbing Hongjoong around the neck, who toppled over instantly because of the suddenly added weight.

“Is that funny to you?” Seonghwa sat down next to you on the floor, backs against the wall, and handed you the drink he had promised he would get you. “My friends hurting themselves?”

You rolled your eyes at him, taking the drink from his hands. “You’re right. I should probably get some water into Wooyoung so he won’t have a massive hangover tomorrow. And then I should tuck him into bed so he can’t hurt himself or Hongjoong again.”

Seonghwa laughed sarcastically. “Oh, you’re so funny, Y/N.” He took a sip from his drink. “You know, I’m kind of over this now.”

“What? Over your drink? I’ll gladly take it.” You stuck out your hand to him, but he quickly pulled his away. He was too fast, making the contents of the cup slosh over his hands.

He groaned, wiping his wet hand on his white shirt, leaving behind stains that he was too drunk to care about. “Over the party! I’m tired.” To illustrate how tired he was, he laid his head on your shoulder, closing his eyes.

You took your free hand and lightly patted his head. Seonghwa didn’t pull his head away, though, so you took use of the opportunity to thread your fingers through his hair. There was always this urge inside of you to do so, but when sober or awake enough, he would always be too careful. Your eyes scanned the room, trying to locate Wooyoung again. He was dancing with Yeosang in the middle of the room, who, despite the alcohol you had seen him consume, was still a little shy over the sexy moves Wooyoung whipped out. When your eyes travelled further across the room, you spotted Yunho. He was standing directly opposite you, lips attached to his cup but eyes focused on you.

You had caught him staring at you all throughout the night already. The first time was when you arrived at the door with your two best friends. Your one friend was dressed in a shirt that showed off her boobs, the other in shorts and knee high latex boots which were reminiscent of a dirty fantasy, both of which had instantly grabbed Mingi’s attention. But Yunho, who popped up behind Mingi in the hallway as if he had been wanting to answer the door instead, only had eyes for you and your simple velvet wrap top.

You smiled at Yunho, who smiled back widely. You were about to motion him to come over, but then Seonghwa’s head popped up again. Your attention was instantly pulled to him as he said: “You know what would make this party fun again? Your lips on mine.”

You laughed and set your drink down. “I’m starting to think that the only reason you offered me a drink was so you could get me to kiss you.”

“It’s been a while, don’t you think?”

You had to admit that he was right. Seonghwa and you were just best friends, nothing more than that. You could tell each other everything and were each others’ wingman if needed. You would give each other advice on friendships and relationships alike. About a year ago now, you two had drunkenly made out at a New Year’s Eve party, right at 12 AM. It had lead everyone to believe you were a couple, but even after you had spent a lot of time trying to convince everyone that wasn’t the case, you had not ceased to kiss each other. In fact, every opportunity you two got at parties - that is: whenever you two weren’t preoccupied with other people - your lips were locked together.

It was perfect, really. There were no feelings involved and you had long ago agreed to never have sex, so it wasn’t even really a friends with benefits situation. Or, maybe it was, considering kissing Seonghwa wasn’t exactly a punishment.

“You make it so romantic,” you said, wrapping your arms around Seonghwa’s neck. “I don’t know why I keep doing this.”

Seonghwa didn’t answer, instead placing a hand on your cheek to bring your lips closer to his. The kiss was sloppy, sloppier than usual. It truly showed how much Seonghwa had had to drink throughout the night, but you weren’t complaining. It was a nice change to how he usually kissed, which was a bit more held back, as though he was afraid to catch feelings.

What you didn’t know, as you were happily going up in the kiss, was that Yunho had now crumpled up his plastic cup and cast it aside, because he - in sharp contrast to you and Seonghwa - was not liking the amount of kissing you two were doing. He was one of the few of 50 people who had witnessed you and Seonghwa kiss for the first time on New Year’s Eve. He had been standing on the side of the room, near the door, arm slung around Hongjoong’s shoulders to wish him a happy new year, when his eyes had found you and Seonghwa in the middle of the crowd. You had been talking a lot all evening, nothing out of the ordinary, and then suddenly -

Yunho had been nailed to the ground, watching his crush make out with one of his closest friends. He had to be shaken out of his trance by Hongjoong, who hadn’t noticed anything out of the ordinary, and was now handing him a flute of champagne. Yunho chugged the drink at once before finding himself something stronger.

He knew he had no real right to be upset. He didn’t have a claim to you, hadn’t ever properly expressed his feelings toward you to anyone. But that was the problem; he had feelings for you. If he had ever doubted it before, he did not now.

Yunho had been watching you all night long, sure that tonight was going to be the night he was confessing to you. But there was never a good opportunity to get you alone and besides, the longer the night went on, the drunker you both became. And even though Yunho was well aware that he was drunk, he remembered that he wanted to tell you when you were both sober, or tipsy at the most. Tonight was not the night.

You let go of Seonghwa, giggling as he tried to chase your lips. “You are so drunk,” you said, running a hand through his hair again.

“Drunk and horny,” he mumbled before kissing you again.

You allowed him to pull you closer until you were on his lap. It wasn’t a very comfortable position, with your knees on the hard floor. Seonghwa deepened the kiss, you felt his hands wander to your ass and - “Stop, stop,” you said, pulling back. “Remember what we promised?”

“No sex,” Seonghwa groaned, leaning his head back against the wall with his eyes closed. “Fuck, Y/N, I hate that rule.”

You laughed, placing a last kiss on his lips before moving off of him. “There are so many girls at this party that would want to have sex with you. Go seek them out.”

“Who do you suggest?” Seonghwa opened his eyes and looked around the room. “That one? What’s her name? Haseul?”

“Yes,” you said. “She’s been with Jongho before, but it was a one night stand. Or do you not want sloppy seconds?”

“She could never be a sloppy second.” Seonghwa stood up, taking his drink with him. He blew you a kiss before walking off in Haseul’s direction, leaving you on the floor by yourself. You chuckled as you watched him approach Haseul, who was happy to talk to him. You knew she had once had a crush on him. Even if she didn’t anymore, she would probably find him attractive enough for a one night stand.

You sat for a while by yourself until you thought you probably looked pathetic and got up, in search for better company. You eventually found San and Yunho in the kitchen, on end of a beerpong table. They were playing against two boys you had never met before. You waited until the game was finished before you went up to San and Yunho and wrapped your arms around both of them at the same time. “Anyone up for a game against me?”

“I’ll do it,” San said.

“No, I will.” Yunho exchanged a glance with San, one you didn’t notice.

“I’ll be referee then,” San said, understanding the look at once. He quickly started rearranging the cups on the table, adding beer to them again.

“Us against each other?” you looked up at Yunho excitedly. “What does the winner get?”

Yunho didn’t have to think about this for even a minute. “The loser pays for the next movie night.”

“Fine,” you said, before getting in place at the other end of the table. Movie night was a big deal for all eight boys and they often invited you and your two best friends to come as well. You usually split all costs between all eleven of you, so paying for everyone by yourself would be quite the expense. But you weren’t one to back down from a challenge.

There were ten cups, placed in a triangle and filled halfway with beer. The previous teams had all been 2-vs-2, played with two balls total, but San took out one ball considering it was now just you-vs-Yunho. “Good luck,” San said, handing you the remaining ball.

Even though you usually relied on a partner to make the shots, you would sometimes get lucky. That was not the case on your first throw, however. It would take you six throws to finally get one ball in, and by then Yunho had already managed to put two balls into your cups. You lined the empty cups on the side of the table before taking your position and throwing the ball. Finally, you managed to make it into the front cup.

Slowly but surely the cups in the triangle disappeared until you only had one cup left, while Yunho had two. Even though you ought to give up now and no longer have hope, you tried every last bit to distract Yunho, hoping to make him throw badly. For a second you thought it had worked but then -

“I won!” Yunho’s smile lit up the entire room and you found yourself biting your lip as you took the ball out of the cup. You couldn’t even be mad at him winning, his reaction was too adorable. He touched knuckles with San and then watched you down your beer before coming over to your side of the table. “So when is our movie night?”

“Our movie night?” You looked up at him confused. Was it the copious amounts of alcohol you had consumed tonight that made your brain fuzzy enough to misunderstand? Or had you heard perfectly fine?

“Yes,” Yunho said. “Just the two of us.”

That changes things. You nodded. “Okay. Well... how about we meet on Saturday?”

Saturday was fine with him, so you found yourself anxiously making your way over to Yunho’s dorms. He shared it with San and Hongjoong. You had wondered whether they would be at the house that evening, but while you were out at a café with Seonghwa, you had checked the boys’ group chat via his phone and found out that the boys were both going to be at Seonghwa’s place instead.

“Why did you guys all say no to movie night and then hang out at your place?” you asked him, your head spinning with all of the dots floating around that you didn’t seem to be able to connect.

Seonghwa shrugged, downing the last of his iced americano. “Yunho just said you two had made a bet and you lost. So we’re going out to Sinkhole tonight.”

“Sinkhole?” You had to laugh at that. Everyone in Seoul knew the club’s reputation; your friends did too. “So it’s that kind of a night?”

Seonghwa shrugged. “You won’t be missing out on much. You enjoy being with Yunho, don’t you?”

His words seemed to have a second layer to them and you didn’t want to spend time unpacking that. You made your way over to Yunho, San and Hongjoong’s apartment around 7 PM, hauling takeout and snacks with you. San and Hongjoong were just getting ready to leave when you arrived. “Y/N!” San said excitedly. He peeked into the takeout bag and licked his lips. “Ah, dakkochi! You know how to make my heart flutter.”

“It’s not for you.” You pulled the bag out of his reach and kicked off your shoes. “It’s not just your favourite.” You made eye contact with Yunho, who had come out of his room at the sound of your voice. You smiled widely and adopted the best aegyo voice you could muster. “Oppa, I brought you dakkochi! Now, are you going to make me the mandu you know I like?”

You ignored the expressions on San and Hongjoong’s faces - their jaws had gone slack, their mouths making an o-shape, as well as their eyes bulging out of their heads - knowing they were surprised by your aegyo. You hated the idea of purposely acting like a child if you didn’t have to, but you knew the effect it would have on Yunho. Bright red dots appeared on his cheeks; you saw a muscle in his face twitch before a smile appeared and he nodded.

“Yay!” You shot into the slippers that actually belonged to San; he had the smallest feet out of the three boys, meaning you could reasonably fit them. He didn’t comment on it, as he normally would, instead staring at you as you followed Yunho into the kitchen.

“I can’t believe it,” San whispered to Hongjoong as they zipped up their coats and stepped outside. “Y/N never does aegyo. She hates it! What is going on?”

“I think I get it,” Hongjoong said. He grabbed San's arm and gave him a push toward the elevators. "Let’s go.”

You waited until you heard the door shut before you gave Yunho a quick hug. It wasn’t usual for you to hug any of your male friends. You only gave into Seonghwa sometimes, because he could be a big teddybear if he wanted to be, but he was in many ways like your actual brother, obviously except for the drunk making out. But with Yunho, it was different.

“Thank you,” you said to him. He had already taken out the deep fryer and was now rummaging in his freezer for the frozen mandu. It was of a particular brand that you couldn’t find in any of the convenience stores in the area surrounding your apartment, and even if they had sold it near you, you didn’t have a deep fryer to prepare them the way Yunho does. He had made it for you a handful of times before, but this time you thought you’d treat him with dakkochi in exchange for it. “I know it takes a bit of time to heat up and all.”

“It’s okay,” Yunho said. “I don’t mind if we start the movie up a bit later.”

You nodded. “Let’s have the chicken before it gets cold,” you said. You started unpacking the takeout.

By the time you had finished the bulk of it, the oil was hot enough to fry the mandu in. You stayed by Yunho’s side as he fried the dumplings. You were still hungry, but you found yourself thinking that you could wait forever on these fricking dumplings if it meant you could look at Yunho the way he was right now. His face was slightly sweaty from the heat of the fryer and he was wearing a cringy apron that said ‘Kiss the cook.’ Hm, I might...

“What?”

“What?” You looked up, startled.

“What did you say?”

Suddenly you realized; you had spoken out loud. “Oh, nothing.” You quickly averted your gaze. “What movie do you want to watch? I’ll go ahead and set it up.”

You decided to watch a comedy film, but one that included some romance as well “because I know you like that,” Yunho said. You were just glad to have an excuse to leave the kitchen. You were confused by your own thoughts. Yes, you had a soft spot for Yunho, if that wasn’t clear by now. You had wondered many times about what it would be like to have a closer relationship with him. It didn’t have to be sexual or romantic, you had told yourself many times. You just wanted to get to know his personality...

But as you set up the TV and prepared the boys’ living room for you and Yunho’s movie night, you couldn’t help but wonder if perhaps there wasn’t more to this. You would never do aegyo for anyone; no matter how badly you wanted something from Seonghwa, you would never resort to that. You didn’t get why couples wanted to match, but when you and Yunho had accidentally worn complimenting outfits to dinner with your friend group one time, and Wooyoung had teased you, you had found yourself wishing that there was something to be teased about.

Yunho turned off the fryer. He had seen you staring at him for a while, eyes drifting down to the silly apron he was wearing. It was a gift for Hongjoong from a few years back, before they had moved in together. Now, Yunho was the only one wearing it on a regular basis. The green frog with the golden crown, the white letters saying ‘Kiss the cook’... Your eyes were glued to the letters when you said: “Hm, I might.” Yunho had heard it quite clearly, had seen your lips move as you said it. And then he also saw your panic.

You had collected yourself by the time Yunho came into the living room with the mandu on a plate. He also brought the bag of snacks and drinks and the remainders of your shared dinner to have with the side dish. “Ready?” he asked, before pressing play on the movie.

It started. It was not even that good, you had to admit. But nonetheless, you didn’t dare take your attention away from it, afraid your only other option was to start wondering if Yunho had actually heard what you said, if he knew what it meant... You sneaked a glance at him, right at a funny bit of the movie. Yunho laughed, and as he did, your heart contracted. What did he have to be so cute for?

You couldn’t rely on the buzz of alcohol now...

You also couldn’t say that you had actually watched the movie. You had been too preoccupied with your own thoughts, the food and Yunho, and then you had missed the ending because you fell asleep. You were startled from your sleep by Yunho, who was gently shaking you awake. “Good morning,” he said, smiling. “Do you want to sleep in my bed, instead of on the couch?”

For a second you thought you had heard him wrong and it was your sleep riddled brain playing tricks on you. But when he repeated his question, you couldn’t deny it. “Are you trying to get me into bed, oppa?” You let your voice raise in pitch at the term, knowing it would make him blush again. The combination of your puffy, sleepy face, the implication behind your words and its contrast with the innocence in your tone of voice, made Yunho feel shy. “I’m just joking,” you said. “Is it really morning? I should head home.”

“It’s late,” he said, quickly recovering. “The underground is out of service for another four hours at least. I thought maybe you’d like to sleep more comfortably.”

“Alright.” You nodded. “Let me freshen up a little.”

As you left for the bathroom, Yunho felt his heart thump wildly in his chest. He would do anything for you, really. If you had asked him to walk you home, he would’ve done it within a heartbeat, even if you lived halfway across Seoul. He knew he was treading dangerous waters now, especially now. Really, he ought to have had woken you up in time for you to catch the last train, but he was selfish. Yunho didn’t know when he would get you to himself again and he knew he would regret not doing anything now that he had the chance. Before Seonghwa actually managed in stealing you away from him. Or before anyone else could.

When you emerged from the bathroom, Yunho was waiting outside, leaned against the wall opposite. “If you don’t mind, I’ll sleep in the room with you. I’d rather be on my air mattress than on the couch for when San and Hongjoong come back from clubbing,” he said.

“Sure.” There was nothing wrong with sharing the same room, right? No, you decided. You helped Yunho get his air mattress and sleeping bag from the messy cupboard in the hallway and went to his room next. It was very tidy, almost as if he had planned to show it to someone. The only thing that was untidy, was his desk. It was obvious he had been sitting at it before you arrived, doing assignments for college. “Oh, you were studying earlier?” You sauntered over to the desk, examining the complicated mathematical formulas.

“Attempting to,” he said, spreading out his air mattress on the floor next to his bed, blocking him from opening his closet doors. The room was small, as was expected from a bedroom in Seoul, but it offered just enough space for him. “The module is quite hard.”

“I wish I could help you,” you said, turning back to look at Yunho as he spread out his sleeping bag on top of the mattress. “But I’m rubbish at anything mathematical or scientific. You know that.”

“I do.” Yunho smiled at you, sitting down on his makeshift bed. “But thanks for the offer anyway.” For a moment it was silent, then he patted his actual bed. “Come on, you can head in. You must be tired.”

“No,” you said, surprising even yourself. “I have never felt more awake, actually.” You sank down onto his air mattress. “Are you sure you’re going to be comfortable on the floor?”

“Better than the couch,” he said. “I will be fine. Promise.” He didn’t add that it would only be better because he would be able to be so close to you.

“I don’t believe you.” You leaned your back against Yunho’s bed behind you. “But alright. Thanks, by the way. For letting me stay here. And for the mandu.” You winked.

Yunho’s smile widened. “You know, I don’t do this for just anyone.”

“That, I can believe.” You smiled at him. And that’s when you thought: wait... “So, now that we’re both still up at this hour... maybe we can talk about something a bit more intimate?”

Yunho’s heart beat erratically at your words. “Intimate?”

“Yes,” you said, thoughtfully. “I mean, like...” Now it was your turn to be shy. “...relationships and such? Are you dating anyone at the moment?”

“No.” He spoke fast, too fast. “How about you? I’ve noticed you and Seonghwa...?”

He refused to look at you, but you didn’t know because you refused to look at him. “Seonghwa and I are just friends. I wouldn’t want to date him, he’s... difficult.”

“Difficult?”

“Yes. And I already like someone else,” you said. This was the first time you admitted it out loud, and as soon as you said it, your heart beat so loudly, you were sure Yunho would be able to tell and figure out exactly who it was you were in love with. But even though that would probably be your worst nightmare, it was also a scenario that you would welcome. It was much easier for him to connect the dots, than it was for you to come to a conclusion on what to do. You had your suspicions, though...

“Are you going to tell me who?” Yunho asked. He licked at his dry lips, sure he would have his heart stomped on by you right at this moment.

“I can give you a hint? You can guess?” You felt like a middle schooler. But perhaps middle schoolers were right in this department. Just beat around the bush, why don’t you, Y/N? your mind spoke to you angrily.

“Mmkay,” Yunho said.

He sounded unsure. “Well... He makes great mandu, like you. You know that’s my favourite side dish.” You sneaked a glance at Yunho. He was playing with the zipper of his sleeping bag, avoiding your eyes. “I liked it when he dyed his hair blonde, because he looked like a prince. He’s very tall and lately, he’s been getting quite muscular too. I don’t think he noticed me noticing that...”

Was he getting it? Ugh, you felt like you were 12 years old all over again! Why was confessing so hard?

“He uhm...” you continued, when Yunho didn’t answer, “He also has a really sweet personality. People often say he’s like a puppy. But what I really like about him, is how funny he is. Sometimes he doesn’t even try. But he can also be really serious and thoughtful. And he’s really patient, he lives with one of the most annoying people I’ve ever met in my life. Besides Wooyoung.”

You noticed you had slipped up the second you said his name. You looked up in panic. Yunho had also looked up at the sound of Wooyoung’s name. You often complained San and Wooyoung were the most annoying pair of boys you had ever met, even though you loved them dearly. It only dawned on Yunho then. All of those descriptions... He should’ve known the second you mentioned the dumplings. “Y-you like me?” He couldn’t keep the tremble out of his voice.

“I, uhm-” You were about to say that you guessed so, but really, you were more sure of yourself now than ever before. “Yes. I do.”

“Good,” Yunho said. He scooted closer to you. “Because I like you too. And it was torture, having to watch you and Seonghwa kiss over the past year. Torture.”

“Why did you never say anything?”

“Why did you never say anything?”

He had a fair point.

“Well, now that you know,” you said, “what are you going to do about it?”

Yunho smiled. “Something I have always wanted to do.”

[beanst0ck]

ok but HAJSGWIEH I've been thinking bout this and is just so cute I need to see a hc of this do u know that tiktok trend, like there is a song playing and you need to kiss your partner in the sound kisses of the song (the audio name is "by the sea" if u want to check out) can I have hcs for kenma, bokuto and tsukki with their s/o randomly dragging them to a place on his room and doing this trend?? it's so soft I just need it pls 😔💖

sorry this took so long anon!! ive actually never heard of this trend, but my friend (@shou-kunn) sent me the tiktok and i combusted

THATS JUST SO ADORABLE :’))

kenma’s might be a little longer because,,, favoritism?

parings: kenma x reader, bokuto x reader, tsukishima x reader

cross posted on my wattpad

Kenma Kozume

it had been awhile since kenma started playing his games and everyone knew when he started would not stop for anything

but,, you were currently bored out of your mind and wanted his attention :(

each time you asked him when he’d take a break he’d always respond with the same thing

“im almost done.”

“just a few more minutes.”

normally you wouldn’t really care and let him do his own thing, but his eyes had been glued to his screen for a couple of hours now and you were beginning to grow concerned for his eyesight

like seriously,, this dude is staring at a screen 24/7 how is he not blind yet?? he doesn’t even use glasses?? contacts??

while scrolling through tiktok you begin to think of ways to distract kenma from his games

it was almost impossible to pull his attention away from them, nothing could do it except,, you!

well, specifically your affection

babey boy is secretly touch starved and will never ask you to give him hugs or kisses

but he desperately craves them,, he’s just too shy to initiate them himself :((

so whenever you decide to show him some love, he does not deny you because he loves it when you show him affection

you suddenly remember a tiktok your friend sent you and a literal light bulb goes off

you hop off kenma’s bed and kenma eyes you wearily as you walk over to him

“(y/n) what are you?..“

he watches as you set up your phone so you’re both in the camera’s view

“don’t mind me, keep doing what you were doing before!”

kenma reluctantly agrees and goes back to staring at his screen

but he knew you were up to something, especially with that cute smirk on your face, so he didn’t start a new game

he heard an audio begin to play and didn’t pay much attention to it

that is until he felt your soft lips touch his cheek

now THAT made him look away from his screen and over to you

he kept his head down, hoping his hair would cover the blush on his cheeks so you wouldn’t see

he didn’t even hear the audio, he was just secretly hoping you’d kiss him again because he wanted to feel your lips,, again

suddenly you were peppering his face in kisses again and his face was on fire

he couldn’t even speak proper sentences, all of his words coming out as a gibberish mess

all he could do was shyly pull you onto his lap and bury his face in the crook of your neck

“kenmaa, i needed to give you one final kiss :((“

he looked up so fast hAHAHhah

you had to hold back a little giggle bc you didn’t wanna make him turn even more did

ok yea no nvm we all wanna see kenma with a blushy face so, you couldn’t hold back and let out a small giggle

the pout that formed on his face, aDORABLE

“(y/nn)..”

oops right you’re supposed to kiss him

you gently grab his face and give him a final peck on the lips

after that he put his games down and just snuggled with you :’))

Kōtarō Bokuto

the gym was set to be at a cold temperature, keeping the players nice and cool while they practiced

you on the other hand, were beginning to slightly freeze up because you weren’t moving around

you had decided to be a nice girlfriend and wait for bokuto to finish up his practice he totally didn’t drag you there to show off his powerful spikes

but you stuck around because each time bokuto hit one of akaashi’s sets perfectly he would turn back and look at you

“DID YOU SEE THAT (Y/N)!!”

if you didn’t see he’ll get all pouty and go into one of his emo moods so please look at him :((

unless you’re recording,, then he won’t mind lmao

BUT you gotta make sure you get him perfectly, all angles!!

let’s not forget to record that cake tho-

OK OK BACK TO THE PLOT—

as amazing as it was getting to see bokuto’s amazing spikes, it was beginning to get late

and our poor bby akaashi was beginning to grow tired :((

he told bokuto he was going to go home now, which resulted in a pouty bokuto

and no one wants to see bokuto sad :(( so you suggested something you knew he would not say no to!

“bokuto! let’s do a tiktok!!”

his mood improved immediately lMAOALSM

he ran over to you and was literally bouncing with joy

“really?! which one!!”

you told him he probably didn’t know it and he went ‘🤨?’

because this boy knows about a lot of tiktoks not rlly just the popular ones like the renegade dances and stuff,, idk why i think he’s on straight tiktok?? well not straight STRAIGHT tiktok but like he knows a lot of dances

so you explain to him the rules,, which is really quite simple

“stand over here in front of the camera,, and stay still”

ok so like now he’s really confused

when you push play and the audio starts playing you can tell by the look on his face that he’s never heard this audio before

before he could ask you what’s the tiktok about you give him a lil smooch

and then you give him another one

and then another one

HE LOOKS SO HAPPY!! 🥺

he puts his hands on your hips and brings you closer as you continue to give him more kisses

once the tiktok is over he’s all happy and blushy

“is that what the tiktok is about?”

“yup :)”

“lets do it again!!”

now it’s his turn to give you kisses >:)

be prepared because this boy is about to shower you with a whole lot of kisses everywhere

and i mean e v e r y w h e r e

Kei Tsukishima

after school ended you and tsukishima began to walk home, but before you parted ways he invited you over to his house

while asking though he would not look at you like at all

“tsukki, are you blushing??”

“shut up, im not”

he totally was lmao

once you arrived he tried at all costs to avoid his brother, but akiteru was just unavoidable

apparently akiteru didn’t know you were his girlfriend because the look on his face when he saw you

“you brought home a girl?! are you his girlfriend?!”

he was so happy to see someone else other than yamaguchi tolerate tsukishima’s shit

but tsukishima dragged you away from his brother so quick,, you didn’t even get the chance to introduce yourself

you guys entered his room silently and he set down his things on his desk, telling you to make yourself comfortable

similar to kenma, once tsukishima is focused on something it’s difficult to take his attention away from it

and right now, tsukishima was focused on doing his homework

we love a studious boi uwu

ok but anyways

you on the other hand, were not studying for whatever reason

in fact you weren’t really doing anything at all

instead you were just relaxing on his bed, minding your own business because you knew not to disturb him when he was busy

but,, you were beginning to get bored of doing nothing

and you wanted affection from your salty dinosaur,,

finally thinking up of an excuse to use to steal a kiss you hop off his bed and walk over to him

he didn’t even notice you setting up the camera or beginning to record him because he was blasting his music loudly

but he did notice when your lips made contact with his cheek

he stopped writing and looked over to you to ask what you needed, then he noticed the camera and scoffed

while it might’ve looked like he wasn’t enjoying your kisses,, it was taking everything in his power to not give you a lil smile

besides,, the blush on his cheeks were enough to tell you what you needed to know :)

once the audio stopped he turned in his chair and pulled you closer to him, giving you one of his well known smirks

“if you wanted a kiss you could’ve just said so”

“shut up”

haikyuu mlist

[alreadyblondenow]

12:54 am After prom with Mark Lee - first condom (M)

condoms: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Full fic here - Prom & six packets of condoms.

...

After having a blast at prom and getting half drunk at the after party, you ended up tired and exhausted in Mark’s bed. He flopped beside you putting his right hand under his chin and admire you smile at the ceiling. To him you’re still as beautiful as the first time he saw you today even though your face is all oily and your hair is already down.

“I’m pretty sure we did everything that’s needed to be done for a perfect prom” he said, slightly whispering to not ruin the silence in his room.

“Hmm. Not everything, but yeah it’s perfect. You’re perfect” you whispered back sweetly, trying to let him know that you’re flirting.

“What do you mean?” He bounced back a question immediately and totally missed your flirting. You let out a sigh.

“I overheard Jaemin and the other boys are going to lose it with their girlfriends tonight. Because of that, their prom will be extra special you know? But Mark, you’re perfect! You made this night beyond perfect and I couldn’t ask for more” You see him smile and blush, hugging his favorite striped pillow and try to hide his shyness.

It does make him kind of envy with the others because he wants to lose his virginity too tonight, but the problem is he doesn’t have a girlfriend. The room became silent when Mark told you that. You thought of all the things he did for you today just to give you an unforgettable night and then a crazy idea hit your head like a lightning.

“You can still do it. You have me”

The idea made him speechless and excited but he’s good at hiding it. “Wow- Jeez, I don’t know what to say but are you sure? Because I want this to happen, really.” He almost confessed his feelings for you but he stopped himself before he ruins this moment.

“Yeah. I want to lose my virginity too tonight” the awkwardness is starting build up between the two of you. “Let’s just pretend we’re together. We do love each other as friends but you know, just so we could have a good time while having sex we uhm- we need to think that we’re together”

“No problem with me” he’s been pretending that you two are together ever since he developed a big crush on you. “Do you want to go to the bathroom first?” He offered.

“That would be great, yeah. I could use some time to fix myself first” you head towards to his bathroom and locked it nervously. The idea wasn’t supposed to make you nervous because it’s Mark but you caught yourself getting excited about the sex.

You found him making the bed and he made the room all dark and left his lampshade open. You walk towards the edge of his bed, Mark on the other side and you see him loosen up his tie and starts to unbutton his dress shirt. When he’s all naked in front of you, you hear your heart pound and beat so fast when you saw him crawl to your side. “Come here, I’ll unzip your dress”

You turned around and you feel his hands roam around your shoulders before he proceeds to unzip your dress. “Nice bra” he says when you faced him again.

Mark invites you to his bed to come lay down holding your hand as if you’re going to fall. It’s weird how it’s not your first time laying on Mark’s bed but this time it felt like it’s your first time.

He gave you a peck on the lips, a quick and friendly kiss. “That’s our first kiss as best friends. I want you to know that It’s me and like Im not going to do anything bad to you. I’m just appreciating my best friend” theres a slight pang on his heart when he said that because right now he wants to scream and tell you his feelings for you.

Mark kissed you again to silence his thoughts. And it was a different kiss from the first one. This kiss made your head move around his pillows, you feel your head sinking as he kiss you deeper and deeper, both of your hands are exploring as if it has mind of its own.

“And that’s our first kiss, being together” and I want you to know that I love and if you could just wait for me to man up, I will love you fiercely. But of course he didn’t have the courage to say that part to you, instead he kissed you and pretended with you.

It was hard to stop kissing Mark and be away from his incredible lips. Lips he used for singing and for his prayers, now he’s using it for kissing you. “Let’s get you naked, baby” he said in between delicious kisses.

He pull away from the kiss and once again admired the girl in front of him. “Mark, you deserve everything” you said, sitting up in front of him. Guiding his hands towards your chest just brush his soft hands against your clothed boobs and gave him your consent and honour to unclasp your strapless bra.

You smiled at him when you felt your bra fall down the mattress. He pushed you back on the mattress, kissing your lips and slowly traveling down your neck.

For a minute he just stayed above you and looked at your exposed boobs and proceed to remove your laced panties. You hear him let out a soft exhale, finally seeing you fully naked in his bed.

It’s your first time having sex and neither is Mark but you don’t know why that certain nervousness was gone. He was smiling sweetly to you when he made his way in between your legs kissing your lips again. You feel Mark’s hands roam around your naked body and his touch are just as addicting like his lips. “I’ll be right back”

In the quickest way possible, he went to his bathroom to pump dick a few more times to make his cock harder and grabbed a few condoms from the drawer.

“Mark Lee, are you planning use all six of that?” you were pointing at the condoms.

He chuckled at what you said and went back in between your opened legs and give you a kiss again. “Baby, want to roll it?” he asked, giving you a packet of condom and nod your head excitedly.

When all is settled, both of his hands are on both sides of your head, cock already lined up, he’s just taking his time with you. “Thank you, Y/n” it should have been ‘i love you, y/n’ but again he kissed you to silence his thoughts.

Pushing inside you slowly, feeling how your walls are warm around him. You on the other hand, moaned out the hurt and kissed Mark until you smile whenever he playfully thrusts in you to catch your attention and look at his eyes.

Mark was cute the whole time he was rolling his hips. Cute but fucking hot when looks directly in your eyes and intentionally goes deeper inside. It was quiet and only your moans and his, the skin slapping from Mark’s thrusts are the sounds you can hear inside his room.

You guide his hand to grip your left boob and he got the message and he kneads them. Pulling Mark’s head close to your boobs so he can suck it like the ones you saw in porn, he got the message too. All these are new to him but he’s happy you’re okay with him having the full experience using your body.

If Mark gave you the best full experience for prom, you’re going to give him the best full experience in having sex. It was not long when Mark reached his climax and shoot his cum in the condom and you on the other hand came with the help of his fingers and shivered like crazy underneath him.

Pulling out immediately he threw the condom and lay beside you, covering you with his familiar sheet that you only use to cover your eyes during scary movies. But now, he’s using it to cover both of your naked bodies.

When he pulled you close to him, you were still shivering and sensitive. So he kissed you and until you finally calm down and accept his warmth.

[volleyball-dontknowher]

Showers with Bokuto and Kuroo

WOrds: 2.5k ish 

There is a fluffy part for each of them and a NSFW part for each of them! 

Warnings: Very clearly marked NSFW parts, oral, dom Kuroo

Requests are open!

Bokuto

He likes to shower with you all the time like he doesn’t care how bad he smells (you do because omg he gets sweaty but he luckily doesn’t stink that bad so you deal with it for him) he always pulls you into the shower with him wiith something cute like Y/N I missed you and I want to spend more time with you, come shower with me and he always says it with big eyes and a cute little smile and you literally can’t say no or he gets so sad 

He is totally forgetful and will tell you everything is ready to go and it’s not, he forgot the towels or forgot to turn the water on but he is always super energetic and is willing to go fix it all while he tells you to stay put because he’s got this 

Sometimes in the shower, he is super cuddly and just wants to cling to you and tells you how pretty you are and how much he loves you and how pretty of a family you guys are going to be like he gets so sappy that both of you want to cry and sometimes he is a total goober 

Like Bokuto is going to make you laugh so hard you cry sometimes mimicking other people’s hairstyles with shampoo while doing horrible impressions of them as you roll on the floor laughing and he’s beaming at you so proud that you like his impressions it just depends on the day

Bokuto does surprisingly good impressions of everyone like he just mimics them and their hair so well that you can always guess who it is on the first try 

His hair is so fun to wash because whenever your fingers go through his hair he literally melts like his whole body relaxes and he gets super smiley and clingy like he just loves it so much, he’ll sit down and wrap his arms around you as you shampoo his hair 

He secretly loves when you use your soap on his hair like then he smells like you all day and your conditioner makes his hair so soft that he can’t stop running his fingers through his hair, he would really not spike it up if it was that soft

He is so sweet when he tries to wash your hair for you but he almost never gets it right, he’ll try and put the conditioner in first or won’t rinse it out all the way or just little things but he is super sweet about it and wants to return the favor and eventually gets it right

The way his fingers massage your scalp is so therapeutic like he is so good at it and it always feels so nice that you don’t ever want him to stop 

The more you shower together the more he wants to impress you like he goes from using some horrible 7-in-1 to now having shampoo, conditioner, body soap, and face soap because he doesn’t want you to think that he’s a little kid but now that he has it he loves it like he never knew that washing your face would make it so soft and smooth like he claims that it’s magic

When you are done in the shower he 100% shakes off like a dog before using a towel he just loves the chaos of it 

But he is also a sweet baby and loves to wrap you in your towel and give you lots of kisses 

Loves it if you put on one of his shirts afterward and just cuddle with him like showers make him so sleepy and all he wants to do is curl up with you 

NSFW

Bokuto has endless amounts of energy and shower sex is so perfect like not only is clean up super easy but it’s really hot getting to watch each other strip and you can just get right into it and there are no sheets to clean or anything 

Sometimes you know going into the shower that you are going to have sex because he is all over you kissing you and running his hands over your body slowly taking his time to rub gently at your breasts and tease your hole and sometimes in the shower, he just presses your back up against him and you feel his hard-on and you grind back up against him and from there it’s game on 

Bokuto loves sitting and having you bounce on him because he doesn’t want either of you to slip because he’s heard tons of horror stories about it and with you like that he can have one hand grabbing your butt and the other one grabbing at and playing with your breasts or clit and he enjoys the sight of you so much

He also loves pressing you against the shower wall and fucking you while you grasp onto his shoulders and leave marks on him that only he gets to see later like one time you bit into his shoulder and left a mark and he literally got hard every time he saw it because it just reminded him of you naked and pressed up against him in the shower wet and moaning his name like he can’t think of any better visual than that 

He might show off the marks though like Bokuto would be proud that he has a girl who is that sexy and that good at sex like you better be careful or all of the boys will imagine you naked and wet from how excitedly Bokuto talks about your experiences 

He looks so sexy like that like his hair is already wet and sticking to his forehead and his muscles are glistening and he has a blush on his face the whole time 

He absolutely is loud in the shower like he is going to be moaning and praising you like nothing else like he thinks that you are so hot and just getting to see you naked is so hot and he will smack your ass to just hear how loud it is and then smirk and do it a couple more times because god it’s so hot 

In the shower, Bokuto gets carried away and will leave hickeys up and down your chest because they are right there and he has to show you how great you make him feel and he also wants you to have marks to show from it all like he doesn’t want to be the only one 

He hates cold water though and will pick you up and have your legs wrap around him and carry you both soaking wet to the bedroom to finish what he started (which kinda defeats the whole easy cleanup but he wants to take his time with you if he can) and if he doesn’t have the time to spare he fucks you really hard and has you moaning his name as the sound him pounding into you echos throughout the bathroom 

He is going to love when you suck his dick in the shower like he loves watching the water drip down your naked body as you take him in your mouth like if he was loud before he is going to be damn right obnoxious like he is going to be moaning and praising you at the same time and he gets so turned on that he comes super fast that way and then always has to follow it up with sex because he is already hard again right after he finishes 

Kuroo

OMG showers with him are so hot like he is a wall of just sexy muscles and if you are caught staring at him he is going to make a sarcastic comment about it but then he also loves staring at you and does so with hungry eyes like he is going to eat you up 

I have to say it first he loves his showers super hot and if you don’t he is not going to be down to shower with you because that is a luxury that you do not come in between and he loves his showers a lot like that is his me time and he will sometimes let you in on it

Kuroo also uses soaps that are really nice and smell really good like it is how he pampers himself and is literally so heavenly to smell (I’ll talk about that more in a sec) 

So if you are lucky enough to get into the shower with him he is going to be so sweet and loving like if he needed a shower to himself he would have just taken one but he will go out of his way to have you join him and will be secretly super excited because he trusts you enough to take up some of his personal time and he loves how happy you look in the shower with him like the way that you smile up at him makes him so crazy for you 

In the shower, he is absolutely going to wash your hair for you and even will wash your body for you and he will wash himself no matter how much you offer but he will let you run your fingers through his wet hair and massage his sore muscles because you are really got at helping him get out the knots in his shoulders and back from playing 

Kuroo loves kisses in the shower like he is going to have his hands on your waist and just give you the most delicate loving kisses you can ever get from him like he is a softie for you and really enjoys getting to spend the time with you 

He loves running his fingers through your hair which is why he loves washing it so much because it’s such a sweet and intimate thing to do together like you always get him a little emotional when he gets to do this kind of domestic stuff with you like he gets bashful even and his sarcastic remarks are minimal

Kuroo loves getting you nice smelling soaps like he will be traveling for volleyball and picks up a new scent he wants to share with you in the shower like he loves getting to treat you in that way because he is going to be the only one who gets to smell those on you and it gives him a chance to wash you and see your face light up when he gets something that he really likes 

He also loves getting good smelling soaps for himself because when he smells good you literally cling to him and compliment him about it to no end and while he may tease you like crazy he really does love it and loves how close you get to him 

He gives you a lot of genuine smiles in the shower because you are both so vulnerable and he just loves you a lot and wants you to know how special you are to him like he just imagines a future with you and in these moments it’s clearer than ever 

NSFW:

Okay so for normal showers he gets a little bashful asking you to join him like he asks in some sarcastic ass kinda way but if he wants shower sex with you he is going to go “Y/N. Shower. Now/” and walk into the bathroom and get in waiting for you to get in with him 

This is not going to be loving and sweet sex like it was with Bokuto again showers = stress relief and you are about to be his stress relief and this excites you 

He is a total dom and tells you exactly what he wants you to do and makes you reply with yes sir or yes daddy to everything even if it wasn’t a question 

When you finally get into the shower with him his lips are on yours in a feverish and hungry way eager to start the action as his hands find your breasts and harshly squeeze them several times before he leaves several marks on your body claiming you as his and making sure you repeat who you belong to several times 

He always has you on your knees fucking him off for at least a few minutes like he is going to push you down, grab a fist full of your hair and literally fuck your face like there is no tomorrow enjoying the sight of you trying to both please him and touch yourself at the same time 

The whole time you are doing that he is going to tease the ever-loving fuck out of you with phrases like, “You really are a dumb whore for my dick aren’t you Y/N’ or “Those pretty lips look best wrapped around my cock” and you have to try and respond to him while he 

He is either going to come all over your face or is going to pull out of your mouth and stand you up and start fucking you really hard like he is going to be merciless 

Kuroo doesn’t care if the position is risky because if it feels good then he will make sure that it works, so this will end with your legs wrapped around him bouncing on his length or him pressing you up against the wall and as he makes you moan out his name 

Kuroo is not very vocal during sex like this like he may be getting some and calling you filthy names but he real goal is going to be his pleasure and if you don’t come before he does then you are not going to end up finishing in the shower with him (he makes it up later by eating you out until you orgasm at least three times) but this time is going to be for him like no shame about it you know that getting in with him that you are not the priority 

After he is finished then he is going to go back to you and always praises you for being such a good girl and taking his cock so well and he gives you more loving kisses and washes you off after that before either engaging in the softest aftercare or taking you to bed and fucking you for another couple of rounds making you scream his name even louder than before 

The aftercare is to die for like he sits you down and brushes your hair for you before putting up the way he knows you like for bed and he likes to sit in bed watching movies with you while his limbs are wrapped around you and he gives you lots of kisses on your cheek, head, neck, and shoulders and eventually rests his head on your shoulder and starts talking about all of the things he loves about you in a lazy way with one of his little smirks platered on his face the whole time

[dwaynepride]

staring out at the setting sun

summary: dwayne sees how close reader is getting to hamilton, and it worries him.

words: 3,845

warnings: spoilers for 3x11 and 3x24

tags: @stanathanxoox​ @pageofultron​ @6adb0y​ @thegoodlonelydalek​ @consultingdoctorwholock​ @starryrevelations​ @thebeckyjolene​ @diaryofafan17​ @specialagentlokitty​

a/n: this is part 1 of a 2-part fic. both parts are based off of ‘setting sun’ by lord huron

PART 2

I been waiting for you to come,   Staring out at the setting sun     You been running around again       With that boy you call your friend.

As the music thumps against the walls, Dwayne struggles to move through the crowd of people. Tonight is probably the most busy he’s seen it in a long while, and even the team is having trouble dancing and getting refills on their drinks.

Figures the crowd would hit after wrapping up a case.

Finally, Dwayne reaches the bar and comes around the side. And you hadn’t noticed him yet - you were much too busy pouring drinks and giving people their food. So as Dwayne gets behind the bar, he thinks for a moment that he’ll be able to slip in and lend a hand before you can notice. Pass out a couple beers and prove that his help is needed.

His plan doesn’t quite work out, though. “Dwayne? Why’re you here?” You shout at him over the music.

He winces lightly at getting caught, but there’s no use stalking around now. Dwayne quickly pulls a beer from the ice and hands it to a man while taking his money. “It’s boomin’, tonight! Figured you’d need some help up here.”

And Dwayne already knows what you’re going to say. Still, it pulls a smirk to his lips to hear you say it, anyway. “You worked all day. You deserve to have some fun, not work even more.” You move past him to grab a couple more glasses, but when he looks over, Dwayne can see your smile.

It only emboldens him.

“Nah, I’m happy to help!”

“Dwayne...”

“Don’t forget, it’s my bar. I can always order you to let me help.”

Even over the music, he can hear your snort of laughter. But you finally give in, letting Dwayne handle one side of the bar while you work the other. And Dwayne was being honest, he really did want to help. But maybe he had a hidden agenda. Maybe he just wanted to spend some time with you, even if that means working your asses off.

You and him haven’t had much chance together, lately. Maybe that’s on him.

And yeah, he’s tired. Was almost half-tempted to stay behind in the office and catch up on some sleep, but Dwayne’s glad he decided against it. Working with you again, side by side - it was nice. Sometimes, you both brush up against each other running back and forth, trying to fill out orders and keep the bar patrons happy. Once in a while, someone from the team comes up and Dwayne notices you chatting with them, yelling over the music.

Though, Dwayne needs to be conscious of how fast he’s working. It’s not truly his fault if he gets carried away in looking at you - he just glances over at all the perfect moments. Your hair’s a bit crazy and you’re only dressed in simple jeans and a t-shirt, but it’s more than enough to make him lose his focus.

Strangely, Dwayne can’t recall when he’s been this happy, recently.

It just seems like everything’s been so rough, as of late. Brody leaving the team, dealing with the FBI, learning how to work with Gregorio. And yet, none of that affects him, right now.

The rush lasts for a good few hours until the time winds down to midnight. The music is slower, the team had gone home, and it seems like the people of New Orleans were finally giving Dwayne chance to slow down and really appreciate being in your company.

He comes over to the far side of the bar, where you’re organizing the bills. “You’re doin’ a great job tonight,” Dwayne praises with a big smile. You jump a little, twist your head around, and immediately mimic his smile.

“Thanks,” you reply. “You really didn’t have to help out. I know you probably would’ve wanted to have fun with your friends.”

Dwayne just gives a light scoff at that. “Well, maybe I am having fun with a friend,” he says. You give him a teasing look and go back to counting the bills, but Dwayne really had meant that.

And he knows this isn’t the first time he made a impulsive decision to do whatever it takes to spend time with you. To try and fully understand why he gets such fierce butterflies in his stomach for the bartender he hired only months ago. And the thought of maybe trying to move things to another level....

Well, Dwayne’s much too afraid of losing a friend. And a damn good bartender.

“Chris was trying to telling me something earlier. Apparently Sebastian wants to become a field agent?”

Instantly, your quest elicits a bark of laughter from Dwayne. “Yeah, ‘pparently so,” he answers.

It’s your turn to laugh, head shaking lightly. “It’s hard to imagine him with a gun, fighting bad guys and stuff. What do you think about it?”

Your head turns once again to look at him. Dwayne has to focus on the question in order to speak, and he gives a shrug of his shoulders. “He’s smart. Quick thinker. Don’t see why he can’t be a good agent, with some training.”

“Right,” you reply slowly. And then your smile gets a bit more mischievous. “So, do you think I’d be good agent?”

Dwayne blinks once, and then a little mischievous smile of his own appears. “I don’t know. I don’t wanna be givin’ you any ideas.”

“Ideas?”

“Yep. I’m way too busy to start lookin’ for another bartender.”

Your laughter sounds even sweeter than the slow jazz music from the stage.

Dwayne’s more than happy to revel in it forever, but as the doors of the Tru Tone open up and catches his eye, his easy happiness is instantly sucked away. Leaves a yawning pit in his gut where the warm pleasure had once been.

But that tends to happen whenever Mayor Hamilton is around.

And he doesn’t have to say a word to you. Regrettably, it’s as if you’ve got some kind of radar for the dear Mayor. Always knowing and recognizing his presence in the bar, as rare as it is. Dwayne suspects he only comes here for you (pissing him off is just a bonus.)

It also makes Dwayne wonder just how much time you’re spending with Hamilton to make you so attuned to him.

Dwayne looks to you, noticing how you’ve bounced up on your toes. Trying to keep your excitement underwraps, but Dwayne can see just how pleased you are to see Hamilton. But you don’t move from your spot at the register to greet him. Nor do you call out his name and wave. Because you’re working, and Dwayne knows just how serious you take your job.

For a moment, he thinks about keeping you behind the bar. With him. Away from Douglas Hamilton and his way of poisoning everything he touches. But the notion instantly fills him with guilt - Dwayne can’t just abuse his power, like that.

So, hard as it is, he forces a smile on his face and motions to the Mayor with his head. “Go. You’ve been working hard,” he says.

The way your smile goes wide should’ve made the butterflies worse. This time, it just fills him with dread. “Thanks, Dwayne!”

He tries not to stare when you come out from behind the bar to hug Hamilton.

-

And it’s driving me insane.   Does he make you say his name?     And you can’t get it off your tongue       Little girl, you are not so young

By now, Dwayne should know better than to think he can hide his feelings from Loretta.

She’s able to sniff out the storm cloud over his head in seconds. Always has, and sometimes, it can be a little annoying. Can’t a man brood in peace without being asked if he wants to talk? But today wasn’t one of those days - Dwayne swirling thoughts sometimes makes it hard to breathe.

“What’s wrong, Dwayne?”

That’s all he really needs.

“It’s Y/N,” he says simply. “And Hamilton. She’s been spending a lotta time with him lately, and I really don’t like it.”

His gaze is elsewhere, away from Loretta and the way her brows shoot up in surprise. He misses how she’s nearly smirks, but reigns it in at the last second. And as she steps closer, Dwayne feels her hand on his shoulder. “Have you considered that maybe you want her attention on you, instead of Hamilton?”

The question makes him frown in confusion, and as he looks up to Loretta, he instantly reads her face. And he scoffs at her. “I’m not jealous.” Loretta raises a single brow. “I’m not! I’m worried about her, Loretta. I don’t trust Hamilton as far as I can throw him.”

“Dwayne, she’s an adult. I’m sure she knows what she’s doing,” Loretta says calmly. And her words cause Dwayne to shake his head and look away. “Has it impacted her work at all?”

“....No.”

“Then let her live her life. And if you’re really so worried, keep an eye out for her. Protect her, if you really think it might go that far.”

But Dwayne doesn’t need to be told twice.

If he weren’t already on the Mayor’s ass before, then you just cemented Dwayne’s total focus on him.

-

Ain’t you worried what i’ll do?   And that boy should worry, too     Can you face me for what you’ve done?       Little girl, you are not so young

Eliza’s death should’ve been the only thing that weighed on Dwayne’s heart.

It had to be enough for him that Javier Garcia lost everything he had. It had to be enough that he sacrificed him in order to nail Hamilton. Not truly getting justice for Eliza had to mean something.

But when the news of Javier’s death came in, Dwayne felt more heavy than ever.

He hadn’t told the team - that can wait until tomorrow. They deserve to have a break, but that didn’t mean he could just forget about it. He’d been uncharacteristically quiet; getting lost in his thoughts and going over the suspects in his mind. Somebody who could gain something from Javier’s death.

The one name that kept popping up was Douglas Hamilton.

And every time it did, Dwayne’s gaze finds you. Happy and vibrant as ever, laughing with strangers up by the bar. Completely unknowing of the kind of man that Hamilton really is. What he’s capable of.

He spent the next few hours mulling over what he should say. Ignoring everybody’s prods for him to go back to his room above the office and get some sleep. No, this was way more important than sleep. And for all Dwayne knew, you could be in danger, as well.

He wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if Hamilton hurt you.

You’re the one who’s chatting while the pair of you clean up after the bar closes. Talking about the day - mostly just bitching about how late one of the delivery guys was and you were left waiting for a shipment of beer for two hours. The story really should’ve lightened Dwayne’s heart.

He was just thinking too much about Eliza. And Javier. And Hamilton....

So as you’re leaving that story and melting into a new one, Dwayne finally stops you. A hand grasping your arm, keeping you in place, uncaring around the empty bottles you carry. Your eyes flash up to him, looking confused, and Dwayne reluctantly meets them. “We need to talk,” he says simply.

Slowly, you nod and move to set the empty bottles down on the nearest table. “I noticed you were kinda quiet tonight,” you tell him carefully. And when your eyes come up to meet Dwayne’s once again, careful and troubled, it makes his stomach tight. “What’s wrong?”

Such a loaded question. And even after hours of thinking about it, Dwayne’s not sure where to start.

His hand falls away from your arm, but he stays close. Keeps his eyes locked on yours, hoping to convey how serious this is. “You know the man we’ve been investigating? Javier Garcia? The man who-” Dwayne had a pause and swallow down the lump in his throat. “The man who had Eliza killed?”

He knows you never knew Eliza, but you saw him in the aftermath of her death. A sad and angry and self-pitying Dwayne Pride. Not his proudest moment.

That’s what makes you nod sadly. “He’s dead. Was killed a few hours ago.”

Your eyes blink in surprise, and then shift in confusion. “How? Why?”

“Car bomb,” Dwayne says. “And I reckon he was killed so he couldn’t tell us things. Things that we need to know. That’s the deal we struck with him.”

Dwayne can tell you’re growing more and more confused. Wondering why he was telling you all this. What this all had to do with you. And maybe Dwayne’s just putting off the inevitable. But he takes a breath to brace himself. “I think the person who had him killed was Hamilton.”

Instantly, you pull away from him in a disbelieving shock. Scoffing at his words as if what he told you was completely ridiculous. And maybe to you, it was. “Dwayne, that’s not fucking funny-”

“I’m not tryin’ to be,” he cuts in quickly. “Javier was going to give us information on a lot of bad people. High profile people. And he mentioned Hamilton by name.”

“He’s a criminal, Dwayne! Or was. He’d say anything to keep from going to jail - you should know that.”

“He gave us solid proof. And I can’t think of anyone else who even knew Javier was gonna talk-”

“You’re wrong.” Your voice is hard as steel. Cold in a way that Dwayne’s never heard before, and he’d almost preferred if you started yelling at him. Not watching him with a disappointed look in your eye. “Douglas wouldn’t just have somebody killed. Who the hell do you think he is?”

“I think he’s a man who’s afraid of losing his power,” Dwayne says simply. “A man who will do anything to keep it.”

You’re silent for a moment, taking his words in before scoffing. You take a single step away from him, and Dwayne reigns in his impulse to move closer. “Do you even have any evidence that he had Garcia killed? Or suspects? Anything?” You ask him. Though, it sounds more like a demand.

He hesitates, lips forming a line before he reluctantly shakes his head.

“Then he didn’t do it,” you conclude. “So don’t try to pin this on him.”

With a shake of your head, you finally move to walk past Dwayne, intending to leave. But it’s instinct that has Dwayne reaching out, catching your arm and gripping it tight in his desperation. And he just wishes you’d look him in the eye - make you see how serious he is. Make you see his fear. “Please, just listen. I already just lost somebody very dear to me. And I know this is all very hard to hear. But Douglas is dangerous, and I don’t wanna lose you, too.”

For a moment, you hesitate. And Dwayne thinks that he finally talked some sense into you. Made you see things for how they are.

But then you pull your arm away from him. And Dwayne releases it. “He’s not dangerous, Dwayne. But if you keep accusing my boyfriend of things he hasn’t done, then you will lose me.”

He lets you leave, and even as the doors are slammed shut, Dwayne’s legs don’t seem to want to work. He stands there in his quiet, empty bar. And as much as his motives were selfless and innocent - to keep you safe from Hamilton - Dwayne can help the sharp, piercing pain in the center of his chest at that word.

Boyfriend.

-

I’m fond of living, but I would have given it all   For the girl I loved     Oh, is he ready to die for you, baby?       Now that the deed is done?

As numb as Dwayne’s spirit is, he wishes his body would feel the same.

He can’t focus on too much of anything besides his aches and the events of the last twenty-four hours.

After everything that’s happened - after all the sacrifices Dwayne has made to get here - he was finally able to reveal Hamilton for the person he is. Finally able to bring some justice to all the wrong that man has done. And Dwayne can barely believe it, himself. He thinks he may be dreaming, but the smarting of his muscles and the light burn of his stab wound made sure that he was awake.

Though, if anything, his heart felt a little lighter. The team made sure of that.

And Dwayne was sure that one of the sacrifices he made was you. He’d been so afraid that his attempts to warn you against Hamilton might’ve caused irreparable damage to your relationship. Maybe he hurt you in some way that you can’t forgive.

So seeing you slowly walk through the sorry excuse for the doors of the Tru Tone, Dwayne knows he must be dreaming. Or at least maybe seeing things because he’s lost more blood that he realized.

Even from across the bar, he can tell you’d been crying. Red eyes and swollen cheeks and such withdrawn body language. So different from how he knows you to be, and suddenly. Dwayne’s own aches mean nothing.

You must’ve heard about what happened on the news. Because Dwayne knows for a fact that Hamilton is not man enough to call you himself.

As you approach, your eyes kept falling away from Dwayne. Looking sheepish, as if expecting him to start yelling and demanding you get out of his bar. But Dwayne says nothing; honestly, he doesn’t really know what to say. So you’re the one to speak up first. “Dwayne, I- I heard what happened. With Douglas. After what happened to the bar...” Your eyes float around the room sadly. He knows you loved the place almost as much as he did.

Dwayne does the same, and notices Loretta eyeing the pair of you.

“I didn’t want to believe Douglas had anything to do with it,” you continue lowly. “But then tonight...”

Again, you trail off. And Dwayne finally sets down the gloves he’d been holding. Cleaning the bar can wait. “You wanna talk?” He offers.

Immediately, you nod. And Dwayne leads you over to what’s left of the backroom. It reeks of smoke and he can’t hardly see much, but it’s private. Quiet. And Dwayne’s barely turned around before you’re on him. Arms around his middle, face in his chest, hugging tight as if he’d suddenly be ripped away.

The way his arms come around you - it’s instinct.

He doesn’t even have to think about it.

Holding you feels natural and right. And after today, hell yeah, Dwayne will admit that it feels good.

“I’m so sorry,” you mumble against his chest. To afraid of seeing his face to pull back and say it clearly. “I should’ve listened. I shouldn’t have brushed you off when you were just trying to protect me. I just- I really didn’t want to believe that Douglas- that he could-”

You’re crying again. Dwayne can hear it in the way the hiccups fracture your words. Can feel your jumps in breath. And his hand eventually comes up to cradle the back of your head, letting his fingers card through your hair. He leans his head down, lips brushing your temple. “I understand,” he says. And Dwayne’s voice is just barely above a whisper. As if speaking louder would break this precious moment. “I’m not mad at you, I promise.”

“...You’re not?”

Dwayne has to breathe to keep from getting too emotional. Your voice was so small. So sad. “No, honey. I could never be mad at you. Never.”

And oh, how he wishes you could really, truly understand the depth of that response. How it’s not just something he’s saying to make you feel better. Wondering if you really knew how wrapped around your finger he is. And Dwayne wonders if he really should be angry, but he finds that he can’t. There’s no hot burn in his gut - only the vicious flutter of butterfly wings.

You and resentment just don’t fit in the same sentence together.

Eventually, your tears slow. And you pull back to finally meet his eyes. Dwayne’s still running on instinct - his hand comes up to fit along the curve of your cheek. His other settles on your hip, hoping to keep you close and with him. The sensation sends sparks of electricity up his spine. And he’s barely focused on whether it’s a good idea or not to be touching you, like this. If now’s the right time.

But you’re not pulling away. Surely that’s a good sign.

And it’s hard for him to believe any of this could be wrong. Because with your arms around his waist, fingers spread over a little area of his back, you seem to be drawing even closer to him. Not pulling away, like you had before. Dwayne hardly dares to breathe.

“Dwayne?”

You breathe out his name. It sounds like heaven. “Yeah?”

“When the bar’s back up and running, do I still have a job here?”

And despite his numbing of his spirit and the effect you’re having on him, Dwayne doesn’t even try to hold back his small bout of laughter. Neither do you. “‘Course, you do. Can’t imagine this place without you with me,” he replies easily.

Honestly, those words came out without his consent. A vulnerable look into his true feelings; much too bold and honest to pretend like it was anything else. It nearly scares Dwayne enough to make him break away. To prompt him into some kind of damage control.

But you don’t give him the chance.

You’re on your toes, and you’re kissing him. Soft and slow and sweet, and it’s a gut reaction to kiss you back with the same warm affection. You just feel too good and too gentle after these last few days of being so hard and angry at everything. It feels like he lost a piece of himself in the hunt.

Now, it’s easy to believe that maybe you were just holding that piece for him.

Your fingers press into his back, holding onto him even tighter when Dwayne tilts your head up to kiss you deeper. Faintly, he hears commotion in the other room. Other people might’ve finally showed up to help. Frankly, Dwayne can’t imagine caring, right now. Because you gasp against his lips, exhale a shaky breath, and Dwayne feels like he might die if he lets you go.

For just a few more moments, he can forget about the tears still falling down your cheeks.

I’m just waiting for night   and the fading light     of the setting sun.

[urslasherbaby]

Could you do a Thomas Hewitt nsfw alphabet ?

My very first ask! Hope you like it 😊🥩🧡

Thomas Hewitt NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Oh, Tommy is just the biggest sweetheart after you two make love. He wants to make sure you’re taken care of and alright before either one of you goes to sleep for the night. He’ll especially get nervous if you guys got a little rough (no matter how many times you tell him you liked it). 

B = Body Part (Their favorite part of their own body and their S/O’s)

His favorite body part on him would have to be his arms. To him, they’re most important because they let him do what he does best. He also loves it when you trace circles over his forearms when you two cuddle. “You’re my big, strong man, aren’t you?” you’d say, and watch him blush from ear to ear.

 His favorite body part on you... well maybe it doesn’t count as a body part, but Thomas loves playing with your hair any chance he gets. When it's cut short, he’ll pet you and run his fingers through it, whispering how pretty it looks. He likes it best when you grow it out though. He’d play with it for hours if you didn’t stop him, and honestly, it’s so cute... would you? He’ll even go out of his way to learn how to braid and put flowers into it.

C = Cum (Anything to do with it really… I’m a disgusting person)

Thomas really can’t help but cum inside of you whenever you two are together. He just gets too excited and your cunt feels so good clenching around him. He apologized the first few times but got so happy when you told him you liked it too. 

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Being a part of the family means that you’ll have to help around with the chores around the farm. So when you’re gone, Thomas will sneak into your room and go through your clothes, holding the soft fabric to his skin and inhaling your scent like it’s the only good thing in the world. He always feels a little afterward, so if he ever gets super affectionate all of a sudden, you can guarantee what he was up to while you were gone.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Poor guy didn’t know anything before you came. He’d never felt comfortable toying with the women he and his family caught (they were for meat anyway). So when you expressed your “interest”, safe to say he was more than a little scared. But ease him into it all and watch him turn into an eager puppy ready to please.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying, will probably include a visual)

He loves to watch you ride him, looking up at your gorgeous body coming undone all because of him. Thomas just can’t help but paw at your chest while they’re bouncing up and down on his length. Sometimes he’ll get over-excited, grab onto your waist, and start pumping his cock faster and deeper into your pussy until you’re both cumming in a matter of seconds. Then, of course, come the apologies.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

It’s not that he’s necessarily silly in bed, but almost childlike. There are times, of course, when his needs get the better of him, but most of the time he’dn rather just hold you while you talk to him and tell him how good he is. Sometimes it’ll be hard to even get a straight answer out of him. “Bubba... do you want to play with me?” Even when he nods enthusiastically, you still have to be the one to come to him.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Thomas is far and away from a “manscapper”. He’s got some seriously unruly hair down there that you’ll have to deal with if it becomes a problem. Teaching him how to shave and take care of himself will be an ordeal since he doesn’t really see the point in it, but if you tell him how much you’d prefer it, he’ll be ready to shave in a heartbeat.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Tommy is especially soft while you two are together, and tries his hardest to be everything you want him to be. He’ll pick flowers from the gardens, let you eat before him, and won’t ever act violently in front of you. During the moment, he’ll want to be as gentle as he can, only being rough when you ask for it.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Thomas just can’t help himself, the poor boy. You’re just so pretty, and when you get undressed and ready for bed, he can see those beautiful curves of yours and... well, he has to take care of it somehow. This man gets hard just at the mere thought of you, and chasing you down every time it happens would be detrimental to you both, so he’ll just stop what he’s doing, run off to your shared bedroom, and stroke himself until he cums. Of course, this still happens about three or four times a day.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

It’s pretty easy to say how much Thomas loves to hear you praise him. Sometimes it’ll be as simple as saying he looks good while getting dressed in the morning to whispering how much you love his cock filling you up so well in bed. Either one can get him going enough to where he’s practically begging for “playtime”.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

As shy as Thomas usually is, he won’t do anything sexual unless it’s in your guys’ bedroom. On very rare occasions when you two are taking a walk out in the woods where no one can really see you, you’ll try and tease him by stroking his big arms or pressing your boobs up against him. In those very special cases, he’ll pin you against a tree and start grinding against you.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Thomas loves it when you talk dirty to him. “Oh, you’re such a good boy for me, baby... touch me right there, sweetheart... right... yes! Oh, god, I love the way you make me feel, Bubba!” He’ll come apart in no time the more you goad him on. He also loves watching you touch yourself. Sometimes, you’ll leave the door open on purpose just as you’re calling out his name while rubbing your clit. You’re literally begging him to come and join you.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t talk about, turn-offs)

He won’t ever do anything that intentionally hurts you: no choking or hitting of any kind. He gets nearly inconsolable when you have to see that side of him and wants to stay a good boy for you. He also doesn’t like talking about his family that much. He’ll be more than grateful for you defending him or patching him up when Drayton gets really upset, but Thomas only wants to keep things happy with the person who makes him happiest.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Thomas would much rather give than receive. He may not have much experience, but that tongue of his holds a lot of natural talent. He loves to watch your face as he tongues long stripes up and down your cunt. How you scream his name and roll your eyes back when he starts sucking on your clit... it’s everything to him. 

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) 

Normally, Thomas wants to go as slow as possible while being with you. He wants to revel in the experience for as long as he possibly can. That also means you’ll be writhing and begging him for more, which he is all too happy to give you. He has no problem being a bit rough with you so long as you’re willing to plead with him.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) 

Thomas would much rather have proper sex with you but will take anything you’re willing to give him. He especially likes it when you take control and give him a blowjob right in the middle of choring. Just seeing you on your knees like that, making him feel so good--it’s enough to throw you over his shoulder and take you back inside the house.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Not so much. He’s still a pretty traditional guy who just wants to make you feel good. He’s totally willing to learn, but anything too adventurous might scare him off. But the risk may be worth the rewards if you can push him. After all, that is how he learned how much he loved going down on you.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

He can go maybe once or twice before having to take a long rest, but that doesn’t mean you’ll be going anywhere soon. For one, he’ll make sure you’re well and taken care of before he even enters you. But once he does, he’ll pump into you slow and deep before losing control and going faster and faster listening to your screams of pleasure all the while.

T = Toy (Do they own/use toys? On themselves or their partner?)

He doesn’t mind you using them, in fact, he’s fascinated whenever you use vibrators on yourself. It’s so cute seeing his head tilt as you rub a wand up and down your pussy. Eventually, he will get excited and will rip the toy out of your hands, finishing you off on his own. 

U = Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)

Thomas couldn’t tease you to save his life. His childlike nature makes him show his emotions off too easily. The closest he can get is when he’s especially worked up. He’ll paw at your body and grope you everywhere from your chest to your ass. He’ll grind against your leg like a puppy in heat, and he won’t stop until you take care of him.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) 

Thomas is either very quiet or very animated. When he’s able to take it slow with you and be gentle, he’ll grunt and moan along with you. But when he gets rough and starts pistoning his hips into you, you can hear him mutter under his breath “mine...mine...so pretty...”

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Our Thomas is a pretty big guy and easily dwarfs you with his stature. One night while you two were getting ready for bed, you realized you forgot to do the laundry and ran out of nightgowns. You decided to just borrow one of Thomas’ shirts and laughed at how tiny you looked. When he saw you, he got so happy he insisted that you wore his shirts to bed every night.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what going on in those pants, pictures or words)

It’s pretty average at five inches, but it’s thick and girthy--enough to fill you up just right.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He’s basically a teenager: both incredibly horny at any given time yet inexperienced and nervous. He knows that all he has to do is ask, but years of abuse and not being able to express himself properly means that you’ll have to instigate things. 

Z = ZZZ (How quickly will they fall asleep afterward?)

Thomas usually has an insane amount of energy, but sex with you can really take it out of him. He’s giving every once of himself to you and it shows by how quickly he passes out next to you.

[stardust-ghost]

Overthinking | pt.3

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Part: 3/4

Warnings: Angsty but not horrible

Summary: Peter Parker has been trying to tell you, his best friend, that he loves you for a while now, but is terrified of rejection. When he finally musters up the courage, things seem to get in his way.

A/N: I finally finished it, polished it up, and now it’s here for you guys. Hope you guys enjoy it because the next part is the ending. 

Part 1 | Part 2

Peter had come to a decision. Monday would be the day. It’s not like you were getting out of a relationship, it was one sour date. He didn’t even have to tell you that he loved you or anything, he could just do something simple. He could ask you out. It couldn’t be that hard, and if you said no, it’s just a date anyway.

He didn’t get a chance to speak to you in the morning, so he rehearsed his lines for when he would see you at lunch. He was ready. This was it.

Walking down the hallway towards the cafeteria, his focus was broken by a laugh. Ahead of him on the left was the guy Peter wanted to tear apart. Just goofing around with his friends without a care in the world.

Peter tried to convince himself out of it. He truly did. But as he got closer and closer to them, something snapped and he just couldn’t help himself. He knew he was in over his head, but at that moment, it didn’t matter in the slightest.

“You must really be in love with yourself, huh. Because I don’t know any other person who so easily goes out of their way to hurt others and not feel an ounce of remorse.” Peter gave him the most disgusted and mean look he could muster, which wasn’t all that scary.

“Excuse me?” The guy asked, and although Peter typically isn’t a violent person by any means, he wanted nothing more than to punch him in the face.

“Y/N. You asked her out and then never showed up. Who does that to someone? Especially someone so great?”

“Oh yeah. That chick.” Damien just shrugged. Peter really had to hold himself back. He doesn’t even remember your name?

“You know what, part of me is glad you stood her up because honestly, you seem like an awful person.” He laughed bitterly at his own statement. “It would be a shame if she actually started caring about someone like you. Y/N is so perfect and you’ll never even get to experience that.” Peter felt what he liked to call ‘“word vomit” rising in his throat. He knew that it would come out whether he liked it or not, and it most likely would put him in an awkward situation. “You’ll never get to look in her eyes, or hear her laugh, or listen to her talk, and you’ll never get to feel her contagious smile pull on your lips. I feel bad for you.”

Oh, how Peter regretted his words with all his heart. It’s not that he didn’t mean them. He meant every single word. Not only did he just make a complete embarrassment of himself because of how creepy he must’ve sounded, but Peter didn’t know Damien, and everything he has seen so far hasn’t exactly been kind. What if he tells you what he said? Panic mode.

Before Damien could respond, he turned around and walked away, deciding then and there not to go to lunch once again. He wanted to smack himself. Why in the world did he say that? Peter headed straight into the bathroom to calm himself down. He really didn’t want to get all anxious in front of people, but this was way more than he was prepared for today.

Peter spent the rest of his lunch period in the bathroom, trying to come up with a solution to his situation. In his next few classes, he barely paid attention. Eventually, he was able to reason with himself. What’s the worst that could happen? If anything, he’ll get rejected. It can’t be that bad. You could feel the same way.

That thought hit him like a semi-truck. This entire time he had been preparing himself for the rejection he would have to face, he never considered the chance that she might feel the same way. Sparks of hope ignited in his chest as his nerves finally began to calm. 

A small smile rose on his face, his leg bouncing excitedly under his desk. A moment ago time was going too quick and he was running out of time, but now it couldn’t go fast enough. As soon as the bell rung he jumped out of his seat, rushing out the door, feeling a couple of strange glances land on him as he essentially flew past them.

He genuinely thought he was ready until he saw you at the end of the hall. Peter stopped his quick steps a bit too fast, accidentally bumping into some students walking behind him. After spewing a couple apologies towards them, he began walking to you again, albeit this time it was a much slower pace. His heart was pounding against his chest and his tongue felt awkwardly placed in his mouth, but a twinge of confidence kept him going.

“H-h-h-“ he cleared his throat, “Hey. What’s up?”

“Hey, Peter.” You spoke with an almost sly grin. You knew, didn’t you? “So I had a brief conversation with Damien today.” Peter tried to act as surprised as he could, but he knew you could see right through him.

“Really? That guy? Pfft, I thought you wanted nothing to do with him, so why would you even?” He shut himself up before he could dig himself a deeper hole.

“Apparently you spoke to him today too.” You let out a small laugh. Shit. You knew, you totally knew. Although anxiety was nagging at him, he held onto hope. You broke out into a huge smile. “You’re the best, I can’t believe you did this for me.” Peter was a bit taken aback. What did he do?



“I’m sorry Y/N, but I’m not really sure what you mean.” You rolled your eyes and shook your head with a smile.

“You don’t have to be the humble hero all the time Peter. Damien told me what happened.”

“Oh- I- did he really?”

“Yeah, he said you came up to him during lunch and told him off for ditching me.” Maybe this wasn’t as bad as he thought it was. “But guess what? Apparently what happened on Friday was a complete accident.” Oh no. “He said that he forgot and was too embarrassed to apologize. He actually wants to go on another date!” Why does this keep happening? He gets his hopes up just to get turned down. Every. Single. Time.

“Y/N… I don’t know if this is a good idea.” Peter’s heart throbbed when your smile dropped. “He didn’t seem that concerned when I talked to him… I think you should be careful about handing your heart out again, I mean he just stood you up and then made up an excuse. I don’t think you should go out with him again.”

“Why are you doing this?” What? He was just being… honest? “I was hoping you would be at least a little happy for me.”

“I’m not trying to be- I just- I don’t think it is smart to go through with this.” Peter cringed. He knows that sounded harsher than he intended.

“Peter… You’re not exactly being supportive here.”

“Well, how do you expect me to be supportive of this?”

“I kind of expect you to be there for me through everything as my best friend.” The frustration got through to him. This isn’t how this whole afternoon was supposed to go.

“I can’t just blindly support your stupid decisions!” He regretted everything that happened. He regretted talking to Damien. He regretted getting his hopes up. He regretted planning to tell her about his feelings. He regretted having this conversation. He regretted the attitude he used. Most of all, he regretted what he just said to you. You turned and walked away. Peter knew you wouldn’t be talking to him for a while. Whenever he upset you, which wasn’t often, the two of you would spend a few days apart. Part of him needed the separation to deal with rejection, but another part of him wanted nothing more than to be close to you again.

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Clicking through channels on the TV got boring quick when you do it alone. Peter had no idea how to spend his Fridays without you, and this in itself weirded him out. What would he do if you ever stopped being friend with him? Just sit at home and do nothing all the time? He let out a groan and threw his head back against the couch. Staring at the ceiling didn’t prove to be much more fun, so he turned his attention back to the screen just as there was a knock at the door.

Peter made his way to the door after nearly jumping out of his skin. He wasn’t exactly shocked to see you on the other side of it. Feelings of both nervousness and happiness bubbled in his stomach. He missed you, but didn’t know how to address what happened on Monday… And yet, neither did you. So you both didn’t.

“Have room for one more on your couch?”

[astarryon]

Love You, Sugar

Pairings: Klaus Hargreeves x Dave

Warnings: Language, character death, angst

Summary: There’s a reason Klaus can’t listen to Total Eclipse of the Heart anymore, and it’s got everything to do with the only man who was ever allowed to call him sugar.

A/N: Listen, this has been bouncing around my head for days and I had to write it, like it was calling to me. I was really excited to explore a relationship between Klaus and Dave and don’t ask me why Dave is southern, I just took one look at him while watching the show and the man screamed proper southern gentleman, I don’t make the rules!! I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it, and if you have any questions or comments, feel free to send them my way!

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The first time it happened, it had been an accident. Klaus wasn’t trying to take credit for anyone else’s accomplishments, nor was he trying to mislead his definite-crush-sort-of-boyfriend. The two of them were already fighting in the fucking Vietnam war; god knew Dave didn’t need Klaus lying to him on top of the humongous laundry list of shit he already had to deal with.

But... well, Dave still didn’t know that Klaus was a man out of time. Probably never would, either, if only because Klaus wasn’t sure he could explain the circumstances without sounding like a fucking crackhead. Which, okay, technically he sort of used to be, but that was irrelevant. He was two months sober now, and despite the fact that everything about his life was fucking insane, even he got concerned for his own well being when he tried to think about just how he’d ended up in 1968 Vietnam. If he couldn’t even explain it to himself, he definitely wasn’t going to be able to explain it to Dave.

Thus, the first incident.

“What’re you humming?”

Klaus popped an eye open, glancing over at the man laying beside him on the ground. It was dark, and the other soldiers part of their group were fast asleep. Klaus had been under the impression Dave was as well, but then, he also hadn’t realized he’d been humming in the first place. Turned out sobriety did absolutely nothing for his awareness.

“Nothing, sorry,” Klaus whispered, reaching over to squeeze Dave’s hand with his own. The two of them always made sure to be careful — they were close with the other soldiers, sure. War sort of demanded it. But even then, the nature of their relationship was dangerous out here. Honestly, Klaus had been a teenager in the 2000’s, and even he had never seen so many raging homophobes all in one place. Hypocritical ones, at that. Those with the loudest mouths were the same ones always propositioning him for dirty, dirty sex, not that he ever accepted. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”

“No, that wasn’ nothin’,” Dave insisted, squeezing Klaus’ hand back before scooting closer. The added warmth of his body was almost enough to make Klaus let out an obscene moan; it was god damn cold on the Vietnam war front. “There were words and stuff, I heard ‘em. What song’s that?”

Klaus would’ve loved to be able to share with this beautiful man the wonders and emotional drama of listening to Total Eclipse of the Heart for the first time ever — honestly, was there anything more defining in life? — but unfortunately, the song hadn’t technically been written yet. Klaus knew it, because Klaus was yet to be born for another twenty one years. He couldn’t just explain that quite so easily to Dave, though, so honestly... what was he to do?

“It’s not a song,” Klaus tried, hoping in vain that Dave would merely drop his questions. No such luck, as it would seem. “It’s just something that’s been stuck in my head a few days, that’s all.”

A lightbulb seemed to go off in Dave’s head. “So it’s yours?” he asked, moving his face closer to Klaus’. Oh, that wasn’t fair — how the fuck was Klaus supposed to come up with a decent cover story when the most beautiful fucking man he’d ever seen was flirting with him like some big tease? “You wrote that song?”

“I... wouldn’t say that...” A distracting hand was snaking its way up his torso, and Klaus knew his protests weren’t going to last very long if Dave wanted to get physical. They were still getting to know one another, still making sense of their feelings and their desires, but Dave seemed to have picked up on the fact that all it took was a little push before Klaus would be fully willing to give him anything he wanted. “Really, Dave, it’s nothing special.”

“Everything to do with you’s special, sugar,” Dave told him, grinning widely as his teeth flashed in the moonlight.

Klaus chuckled quietly, caught off guard at how easy it had been to laugh. They might’ve been in the middle of a war zone, Klaus might’ve been led to this place via torturous time traveling assassins, and his siblings may or may not have realized he was missing by now, but none of that mattered when he had Dave. Emotions were so easy to feel with this man that it was damn near insane.

He shook his head, breaking himself out of his own reverie. That was another thing about being sober — he had an obscene amount of space in his mind to think now, even with the ghosts who filled the trenches in waves. “Thought we talked about how you calling me that was a no.”

“We did no such thing,” Dave murmured into his ear, clutching him closer and closer. “You told me it makes me sound like some perverted small town hick—“

“It does.”

“—and I said it’s the only good name I got for you, seeing as you’re the sweetest soul I ever met.”

Oh, yes, that. How could Klaus have forgotten, considering the way those words made his stomach do flips?

“You need to go back to sleep,” Klaus whispered. He caved for a moment, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of Dave’s mouth. It wasn’t what he actually wanted to do — Jesus, it wasn’t anywhere close to what he actually yearned for — but, again. They were surrounded by other people, in the cold dead of night, fighting a war in Vietnam. Whenever they did get the chance to be together, Klaus wanted it to be as special as he could possibly make it. Special, sensual, and private. “We’re gonna have to start moving in a couple of hours.”

Dave heaved a sigh, knowing full well that Klaus meant what he said and wouldn’t be budging any further tonight. “Fine,” he mumbled, surging up to give Klaus a proper kiss. His hands cupped Klaus’ face, fingers tangling in the curls at his temples, and the whole thing had caught Klaus so off guard that he gave a semi startled moan, parting his lip. Dave didn’t take advantage of it — a proper fucking southern gentleman, much to Klaus’ mild chagrin — but he did offer Klaus one last peck before moving down to lay his head on his chest. “Will you at least hum that song to me while I fall asleep? I liked the way it sounded.”

“Anything for you,” Klaus whispered back, closing his eyes and starting from the beginning.

—

“How’s that one part go again?”

Klaus shook his head, a fast grin betraying the exasperation he was trying to express. “Which part? There are a lot of parts.”

Dave’s grin only grew wider, and he boldly pulled Klaus back by the hand a few steps only to spin him around and press him back and up against a nearby tree. It was fine, really; the two of them were out on a walk, a well traversed trail by soldiers who had absolutely nothing better to do with their downtime, and no one else was around. Still, Dave had been getting pretty forward with his moves lately. It wasn’t a bad thing, especially not in Klaus’ eyes, it was just different.

“The one about sparks in the dark and shit,” he clarified. “Sparks flying? Is that right?”

It was difficult to hold the laughter back, but Klaus managed. He couldn’t very well make fun of Dave for not knowing the words to a song that hadn’t even been written yet, but still. Had anyone ever gotten the words to Total Eclipse of the Heart so wrong before?

“‘We’re living in a powder keg and giving off sparks,’” Klaus murmured, bringing up a hand to cup Dave’s cheek. “Those are the words you want.”

“’A powder keg’,” Dave repeated, face softening. His eyes scanned Klaus’ face, seemed to trace over each and every inch of his skin. “Christ above, my boyfriend’s a fuckin’ poet.”

Klaus widened his eyes in shock. There Dave went again, surprising him in a way no one had ever been able to before. “Sorry, what was that?” he asked, fully aware that he was grinning like an idiot. Oh, if only his family could see him now. He wondered what they might have to say. “Could you repeat that? I seem to have misheard.”

“Said you’re a poet, sugar,” Dave whispered, mirroring Klaus by cupping his cheek as well. “A poet with the most beautiful fuckin’ songs I ever heard in my life.”

And, well, Klaus knew it wasn’t exactly right to take credit for the song. Ben wasn’t present at the moment, luckily — he was usually very careful to allow Dave and Klaus their alone time, lest he see something he didn’t want to. He often gave Klaus mildly disapproving looks for letting Dave think the song was his own, but then again... how would he have explained otherwise? Wouldn’t it have been more cruel to break Dave’s mind with stories of time travel and the twenty first century? Surely that would be worse, right?

So, Klaus decided... fuck it.

“You know what?” he said, glancing down at Dave’s mouth. It was pink, plump, and it had been calling to Klaus every single day since the first time he’d seen it. No matter how many times he kissed it, the allure never seemed to dissipate. “You’re absolutely right. Your boyfriend is the most poetic, musically inclined bastard you’ve ever met.”

And with that, he crashed his lips to Dave’s, letting go of his worries and inhibitions and, for once in his life, allowing himself to be happy. Dave kissed him back, fiercely and passionately, and Klaus reciprocated further. He could only think one thought as the two of them went on, getting lost in the feel of on another beneath the Vietnam sun.

Thank you, Bonnie fucking Tyler.

—

“So who was it about, anyway?”

Klaus tilted his head in confusion, letting his fingertips dance over Dave’s palms. They were sat beneath the shade of a tree just at the edge of their base. “Who was what about?” he asked, half sure he already knew.

“Your Eclipse song,” Dave answered simply. When Klaus only blinked, silent and in need of a little more clarification, he rolled his eyes and tilted Klaus’ head back against his chest so he could get a better look at his face, just to make sure he wasn’t bullshitting. “There’s that part where you say ‘once upon a time I was fallin’ in love.’ Who were you in love with? An old girlfriend”

Oh, god damn it.

Being that Klaus had been hesitantly answering questions about this song to Dave for just about seven months, he had, at this point, fully committed to the lie. Or, maybe that was a bit too harsh of a word. He didn’t like to think he was lying to Dave, he was just... not exactly telling him the truth?

“That wasn’t about anyone specific,” Klaus murmured, letting his eyes skip closed. He could hear Dave’s heart beating through the thin cotton of his shirt, and that added to the warmth of the sun against his skin created a feeling that was just short of fucking Nirvana. “They’re just words, Dave.”

Dave snorted, and Klaus didn’t think he’d ever heard anything so beautiful. “Pretty words aren’t just words, sugar.”

Such a drama queen Dave was. He was almost as over the top with his antics as Klaus was, and that was saying something for a guy who’d lived his prime through the sixties.

“You,” Klaus began, pointing a finger up at Dave’s face haphazardly. He’d been aiming for his nose, but it felt like he’d actually made contact with his forehead. “Are the only person I’ve ever been in love with.”

Dave scoffed, catching Klaus’s hand with his own and pulling it down to his mouth for a kiss. “Shut up. Pretty boy like you? Ain’t no way.”

“Trust me, there is,” Klaus insisted, smiling fondly. “I... I don’t think I was in a place to fall in love before I met you. My family thinks I’m a joke, my friends... I didn’t really have any. You’re the first one to ever take me seriously.”

He breathed a beat, thinking over his words and how saying them out loud made him feel. Eventually, Klaus decided there was only one thing left to do with this situation.

“How about this,” he murmured, opening his eyes and pulling himself away from Dave’s chest in an effort to look him in the eyes. They were bluer than anything Klaus had ever seen before, and they were easily becoming his favorite color. “It’s for you.”

Save scrunched his eyebrows, the adorable little ‘v’ Klaus had come to hold so close to his heart forming between his eyes. “‘Scuse me?” There was a hitch in his voice, making the word come out a bit rougher than they normally would have in Dave’s deep southern accent. Klaus wondered if, maybe, Dave wasn’t quite as clueless about what he’d meant as he was pretending to be.

“The song,” Klaus clarified, curling his fingers around Dave’s palm. “My song. Total Eclipse of the Heart, it’s for you.”

“Klaus, you can’t just—“

“It’s for you, Dave,” he insisted, making it clear that this was nonnegotiable. “Take it, alright? The song, the words, my... my heart, god damn you. All of it’s for you.”

Tears, crystal clear and smooth as glass, began brimming in Dave’s eyes, a red blotchiness coloring over the tan skin of his face. That was something Klaus had seen only once before, just after Dave had found out that one of the soldiers he’d been good friends with back when they were kids had been blown to death by a stray landmine. Other than that night, which had been filled with a lot of hugging and sobbing into chests, Klaus had never seen Dave cry.

To think that he was crying over this, over the fact that Klaus was opening up to him, offering him his whole heart and all of his affections, even if it was with a song Klaus was falsely claiming... well, it felt good. Someone actually wanted him to want them. It was enough to make Klaus start tearing up himself.

“What are you crying for?” Klaus whispered, shaking his head in awe. “This is a happy thing, isn’t it?”

Dave laughed quietly, shaking his head and clutching Klaus tightly. “‘Course it’s a happy thing, Klaus,” he choked out, looking for all the world like he’d been given the grandest gift of all time. “I love you, sugar. You know that? I love you so much.”

Klaus felt his heart swell, the heady feeling of such a confession producing a bigger hit of dopamine than any of the drugs he used to mess around with could’ve hoped to manage. It was scary, how weightless he felt; was this just what it was like to be in love? Would it always be like this?

God, he hoped it would always be like this.

“I know,” Klaus chuckled, giving Dave the sweetest kiss he was capable of giving. It wasn’t much, wasn’t enough to calm the storm of emotions swirling within him, but it was enough. “I know.”

—

His ears were ringing, near constant gunfire overstimulating his senses and lighting the darkness with haphazard bursts of light. Something sticky and warm had come into contact with his hands, making his fingers slick and clumsy, and he could taste ash in his mouth. Men were shouting back and forth at one another over the cacophony of bullets spraying through the air — those were the desperate ones, the ones who thought if they screamed loud enough, the world might actually care enough to stop and listen long enough for them to get their shit together. Klaus had been one of those men up until about thirty seconds ago, when he realized he was wasting the short amount of time he had left calling for a medic who clearly wasn’t coming. Now he was trying to focus on holding it together long enough to comfort—

No. No, he couldn’t say it, couldn’t even think it to himself. If he did that, then it became real, and that meant that he was accepting this as his reality.

“K... Kl-Klaus,” Dave gasped, eyes blown wide with shock and terror. His uniform was darkening at a rapid rate from a central point on his chest, blooming like some kind of horrible, bloody flower. “S.... si—“ He cut himself off with a pained cry, though Klaus could scarcely hear it. The bullets whizzing through the air were stealing away from Dave what little room there was left for noise.

“Shhh, I’m here,” Klaus told him, doing his damnedest not to sob. He could cry on his own time, not on the little that was left of Dave’s. “I got you, okay? Everything’s... everything’s gonna be just fine, you hear me?”

Maybe it was a lie, and maybe Klaus knew that, but at this point he was willing to say anything if it meant that Dave would be even the slightest bit less scared.

“‘M s-sorry,” he choked out, a spray of blood flying from his lips. There was intention in his gaze, more words in his mind than he was capable of expressing, and it was clear that he as frustrated with that fact. “Sorry...”

“For what?” Klaus asked, voice and hands and everything shaking. His body was becoming heavy, and he found that it was no longer possible to detach himself from where he was clutching at Dave. All he could do was cry and hope and — for the very first time in his life — pray. “Don’t you apologize to me, you hear me? Just breathe, just... just stay with me, please, I—“

I don’t know what I’m gonna do without you.

“Klaus,” Dave tried again. His voice was shaking, growing softer and softer with every breath he took. He moved to grab Klaus’ hand with his, grasp weak and fading, and Klaus subconsciously noted that Dave’s hands were covered in the same warm, sticky substance as his own. “L-Love... you...” He paused, trying to catch his breath but only causing himself to choke on more blood. Klaus knew in his heart that these sounds would be burned into his memory for the rest of his life. “Will you... s-song? Our song?”

It took him a minute to register what Dave was asking for. Between the shock and terror, the disorientation and those awful fucking bullets, Klaus’ mind was being pulled in a million different directions. Concentrating on anything except Dave and the blood and the fact that he was dying, Dave was dying, why the fuck was this happening — it was damn near impossible. But eventually Dave’s words came back to him like a whisper echoing through a chamber, and Klaus understood.

So, he took Dave’s face in his hands, clutched him close, and began to sing. It wasn’t pretty — god, of course it wasn’t pretty. Most of it was a lot of Klaus choking and sobbing, 

“Once... once upon a time... I was f-falling...” Klaus stopped, having finally mustered the courage to look at Dave’s face. “Baby?” he whispered, giving him a gentle shake. Dave’s skin had begun to grow cold, lips parted and eyes glassy. His color was fading, too, though Klaus was having trouble understanding how that had happened so quickly. He looked harder, searching for any sign that Dave was still in there, still fighting somehow, but...

There was nothing. Dave was gone.

“No, wait, Dave, please,” Klaus begged, squeezing his eyes shut. Some voice in his head told him maybe if he just thought hard enough his reality would alter. It had happened before, right? This couldn’t be real. “Come back to me... Dave, please come back to me.”

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been laying there. Minutes, maybe, or perhaps hours. Time was irrelevant then. All Klaus knew was that, eventually, other soldiers had been forced to pry him off Dave’s body in the dusky light of dawn. He’d put up quite the fight — one of the poor bastards had caught an elbow to the face, but he had no room to feel guilty over it — but in the end, he wasn’t strong enough to stop them.

They dragged him all the way back to base and sat him down inside his tent, not that he registered the trip or the constant stream of words flooding toward him from his fellow soldiers. Klaus couldn’t hear much of anything, in fact, except for one song on a loop in his head over and over again.

That damn song.

“Stay here, Hargreeves,” his sergeant commanded, fixing him with a pitying glance. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of dog tags — Dave’s dog tags — before dropping them over Klaus’ head and around his neck. Not everyone had known about Klaus and Dave, but there had been a lot of speculation, and Sergeant Langford had been the only one to know for certain. “You stay here until you get your shit together, got it?”

Klaus managed a weak nod, unable to do or say anything else. Sergeant Langford placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, then left in search of the field medic who had been absent during the battle. The man wasn’t three steps out of the tent before Klaus had located the briefcase that had brought him to Vietnam in the first place. He didn’t think twice before opening it, not much caring where it took him, only knew that he couldn’t stay in that place, not without Dave.

“I love you,” Klaus whispered into the darkness of the tent. He knew Dave’s ghost wasn’t present — not enough time had passed, he didn’t think, and he wasn’t sure that he was ready to see Dave like that quite yet. Still, it felt good just to say the words out loud. “I love you so much.”

He took one last glance around the tent, surveyed Dave’s minimal belongings — a spare pair of boots, his slept in cot, a paper bird that Klaus had made for him some days before. None of it looked any different than normal, and yet somehow the sights caused quite the sharp pang in Klaus’ chest.

“Love you, sugar,” Klaus whispered one last time into the silence. He collected the few belongings he had, kept Dave’s god tags close to his heart, and opened the briefcase, feeling himself be transported back to where he’d left off those ten months ago.

Klaus was returning to his own time period, to his own family, but without the one person who had ever made him feel whole, he would never be able to call it home again.