#it is completely healthy and normal to play and be loud and express yourself

[tian-gou]

It is so fascinating to me that the paradox that I am experiencing is that by rejecting your “humanity” as an alterhuman, I am infinitely more human by doing so.

[sexilene]

thinking about raising your voice at johnb and he's putting you in your place...🤐🤐🤐

yessss yummmm omgggg!!!! ᥫ᭡ᥫ᭡ᥫ᭡ warnings!! (pa!nal, orgasm denial, spitting, gagging, threats of spanking!!) ignore any misspellings lol sorry!! 🧁

when your boyfriend decides to punish you for stepping out of line he intends to see it through, most times he’s quite gentle about it, and other times he can be reaaally mean which basically means that he doesn’t give in to your whining and pouting. sure you were most likely just stressed or overwhelmed but in his eyes, that's no excuse for lashing out at him especially when you and john b had been working on using your words or expressing yourself through gentle physical gestures like hand holding, hugs, lap sitting, thigh humping…

this time around you had raised your voice at him during a seemingly normal conversation about what to eat for dinner which then somehow evolved into an argument about you being a little too friendly towards the guys you were attending to at your job.

“i hear what you're saying baby, but i hope you can see how i interpret it when those assholes put their hands on you or-or when you smile at them n’ lead em’ on.”

“no, you’re the asshole!! i’m was not leading them on i was just doing my job…but i can’t do my job if you come rushing in like some prince charming, i don’t need you to do that!”

“doing your job and flirting are two different things bub.” your boyfriend raises his eyebrows almost like he’s warning you to choose your next words wisely. completely disregarding the warning, you fire back at him.

“you could have gotten me fired! i hate you!” you shout, walking away from him and heading for the bedroom to slam the door. he knows you don't really mean it when you use those words with him but how else will you learn that speaking to him that way is just so disrespectful! not when he does everything to make sure you are happy, safe, healthy, and dicked down when you 'neeeeeded' it!

“no hey! take that back!” he growls, grabbing onto your wrist tightly to keep you from storming away further. when john b doesn’t get the answer he was expecting he decides enough is enough and picks you up n' throws you over his shoulder to take you into his room. “fine, you wanna be a brat? be a brat.”

next thing you know, your boyfriend's got your panties pulled down and he’s pushing his cock into your tight little ass without any prep. you gasp as he’s sitting you on it, “no! no more! m’sorry! i don’t wanna!” you cry and protest the punishment, digging your nails into the arm that is keeping your back pressed against his chest, sitting on his bed, split on his monster dick.

“mmm nmm, don’t wanna hear it now.” john b huffs from behind you, his cheek pressed against the side of your head. he brings his other hand down to play with your clit and give your pussy little slaps.

“said- i was sorry!” you whine, your cunt clenching around nothing.

“nope, lost your privilege to speak a while ago…” he brings his bandana up to your mouth and gags you with it, and you know better than to try and spit it out.

“such a spoiled princess, go on bubba, cry on my fingers.” he coos, now starting to finger open your sopping wet pussy with two of his insanely thick fingers. tears stream down your face, drooling and whining into his bandana in your mouth.

“so spoiled,” he groans, trying his hardest not to thrust up into your tight hole as he’s fingering you. the warmth of his body envelops you, his strength and size overwhelm you with emotions. just being close to him like this makes you want to take back every mean thing you’ve ever said to him no matter how justified.

"thaaaat's it, baby," he whispers when he hears how embarrassingly loud the sounds of wetness your cunt makes with each in-and-out motion of his fingers. “you hate me?” he asks knowing full well you couldn’t answer back with words.

“mmmph!” you shake your head and whine, gripping his big arms, nails digging into his skin. his fingers curl inside you, hitting that sweet spot over and over and all you can do is sit with his cock in your ass and take it, drooling on the fabric in your mouth.

“yeaaah i know, we don’t talk to daddy like that do we?” he coos again this time a little more condescendingly, pressing wet kisses to your cheek repeatedly. you shake your head ‘no’ and continue to chase your orgasm on his fingers. and just about when you are about to cream all over his fingers from how hard the rough pads of his fingers are rubbing your clit, he slips his fingers out of your aching pussy and stops rubbing your clit.

“mmmph!” you cry as loud as you can into the gag.

“s’a punishment bubba, can’t let ya cum.” he sighs and presses a few more kisses to your cheek. he doesn't exactly enjoy denying you in any way but he had to stick to being 'mean boyfriend' to teach you this lesson. finally, he takes the bandana out of your mouth, revealing a string of drool connecting the cloth to your lips.

“you ever talk to me like that again n’ i’ll stuff a dildo in your ass and give you a good hard spankin’ you understand me?” he whispers and grabs your face with his big hand squeezing lightly “answer me please baby…”

“i understand…” you croak out quietly, brows furrowing at the throb of your puffy cunt and the stretch of his dick still inside your tighter hole.

“gooood girl, so proud of you,” john b switches back to being a little nicer to you and brings that hand from your face to your waist, holding you gently. “wanna get up now? no- okay that’s fine, we can just stay here for a sec.” ᥫ᭡ᥫ᭡

[sodapopkiss6]

🌸LAD LIs x cancer survivor reader HCs🌸

Today is national cancer survivor day AND marks the beginning of cancer survivor month!🥳🎉 I tried my best to include all LIs for this HC list. Feel free to share your thoughts or correct me if I'm wrong!🙏💕

(Please keep in mind that this is based on my own experiences and not everyone has the exact same)

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Sylus

Would be great at massaging you when your chronic pain flares up. His hands are huge, and he's super strong. I just know a massage from him would make you feel like putty. Add in some pain relief medication, and you're in heaven. He'd be mindful of not being too rough. He knows your skin bruises easily and is more sensitive. He'd check in with you to make sure you're okay.

Zayne

Would help with all your medical stuff. Sometimes, it's a lot, managing work and all your doctor visits. He would help schedule your visits and remind you. And if you want to, he'd accompany you for them. He takes note of what the doctors recommend and gives input. However, he always lets you guide the talk. He's there for support, not to speak for you.

Caleb

Would make sure you stay healthy. He does a lot of research, spends hours trying to learn and understand. He knows your body is weak from treatment, so he helps you strengthen up. He makes meal plans to make sure you get all the proper nutrients. He reminds you to drink lots of water and makes special nutritional juices that taste horrible. But you reluctantly drink them anyway cause they're good for your health.

Rafayel

Would help lift you up when you feel down. Sometimes talking is hard, you feel so many emotions, your memories are so vivid it's as if you're back there. Back in that room, lying like a lifeless doll, the beeping, the cries of others, the loud vents, the bright lights keeping you awake. When he sees you looking lost, he gently guides you back, offering a canvas. The two of you paint, he doesn't intrupt you when you break down, tears blending into your piece. Talking can be hard. Pouring your emotions into art is easier. It can be messy, but once together, tells a story. When he asks you about your finished work, you talk. Explaining your piece, your feelings, your thoughts. Little by little, you're back, present, home. You're alive, you made it, and your lover is holding you, a gentle reminder that he's there for you, you're not alone anymore. The next canvas you paint isn't as messy. You make it with a smile. The two of you talking while painting.

Xavier

Keeps you entertained. He knows that all the treatment you had can mess with your mind. You feel bored, numb, you try to feel something. Some days are just like that. It's as if you shut down completely, you're not yourself. He always tries to help, he suggests fun activities and outings. He learns to read your body language. He takes you out to try some tasty food, and your lips twitch into a small smile? That means you're happy. One of your favorite shared activities is playing video games together. He finds different ones to play, keeping you engaged and intrigued.

Sylus

Would hold you tightly while you cry. It's late at night, and your mind can't help but drift to the past. Everything bubbles up, and he silently listens to you. He holds back from speaking, he wants to reassure you, he wants to correct you when you speak badly of yourself. He wants to tell you how much you brighten his world, how important you are. That you're not a monster, broken, defective, just because you are different. He understands very well, not being normal, not fitting in. The looks from others. He patiently waits until you are done before speaking. Expressing every single thought in his mind. His words comforting and understanding. In a world that favors "perfection," the two of you favor "imperfection."

Zayne

Would understand. As a doctor, he's seen different cases, seen different areas of hospitals. He's spoken with colleagues who specialize in oncology. It's easy to be around him. You don't need to overly explain yourself. He just gets it. It's nice not having to put your guard up, to pretend.

All LIs

You hate getting scans done, especially MRIs. They're so loud, annoying, and it's uncomfortable staying still for so long. He tries to ease your nerves before going in. He hugs you, whispering sweet encouragements. Once you're in, he sits out and waits for you. When you're back, he pulls you into another hug. He tells you how proud he is, that you did well, and it's all over. He asks you how you feel and helps you walk back to the car. The two of you go to have a treat. He does everything he can to make you smile and forget the noisy machine.

When you don't feel like getting up, he lays next to you. He analyzes the situation and the best approach. Sometimes, it's code spa day, out day, in doors day, quiet day, active day, and so on. Over time, you've gotten better at expressing your needs. You try your best to meet him in the middle.

Some days are hard, and some are easy. Life can be difficult. You don't always have control, a choice. He never judges you. He never thinks less of you. He loves you for who you are, loves every part of you. He makes sure to make it clear and known, vocally and through actions. Every day with you is a blessing. The fact that you're alive, that you survived, is a blessing. You are a blessing, a beautiful flower that survived all seasons. A flower that bloomed beautifully despite the harsh environment. A flower that never gave up and aimed up to the light. Blooming against all odds. A flower loved and admired by many.

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I'm planning on writing some more for the month. They'll most likely be Sylus focused tho. 😋

Thank you for reading!💕

[seijorhi]

Bully ~ Part II

Oikawa Tooru x female reader (+ Iwaizumi Hajime)

TW dub/non-con, bullying, slight degradation, voyeurism, filming, implied abuse, one mention of slapping, nsfw

Part I

‘Honey, it’s your choice. Whatever you decide to do, we’ll respect.’

The final whistle sounds, the team gathering up in a huddle and with a sigh you dutifully close your books and begin to pack them away into your bag. They still have to pull down all the nets and tidy up, but that never takes too long and the sooner you’re all out of here the better.

The sooner you can get away from them, the better.

It’s become routine at this point for you to slowly make your way down to the edge of the court while they duck into the locker room; the other third years acknowledging you with friendly enough smiles, the underclassmen no longer staring at you in vague confusion. 

But at this point you’re truly beyond caring what any of them think of your relationship with their Captain. 

Except instead of filing out like the rest of his teammates, Oikawa’s still on the far side of the court, trapped in a conversation with Coach Irihata and Mizoguchi. For a split second, his attention shifts towards you, lingering awkwardly by the big double doors, and you think you catch a flicker of irritation in his eyes – which is unusual, considering that he’s made this game his life and he has nothing but the greatest respect for both of the men before him. 

But it doesn’t really matter, you suppose. You’ll wait for him, whether it’s five minutes or fifty and he’ll either tell you what’s pissing him off, or he won’t and he’ll end up using you to work out his frustrations anyway.

With your parents away for the rest of the week and your house otherwise empty, you can only pray to any god that’ll listen that he won’t try and spend the night. Not that there’s much you can do to stop him, but a girl can dream, right?

The others are heading off, Makki laughing off some biting comment from Kyoutani, but you pay them no mind. Despite being the people you now spend the majority of your time with, they’re not your friends. 

You resign yourself to trudging back up into the stands to wait for Oikawa to finish up when a hand gently wraps around your arm, spinning you around. You start, every muscle in your body tensing on instinct, but as you come face to face with familiar olive eyes you relax – it’s only Iwa.

He regards you silently for a moment, an unreadable expression on his face before he glances over your shoulder to where Oikawa’s still talking with the coaches. 

“C’mon, they’ll be a while, I think. Let me walk you home.”

His place is almost a fifteen minute walk from yours, but you don’t bother trying to bring that up. Instead, you just shrug, shifting the strap of the bag slung over your shoulder, “It’s fine. I don’t need an escort, you know, it’s not that late.”

Maybe it’d be nice for once, walking home without Oikawa’s looming presence over your shoulder. You’re almost positive that he’ll still come by afterwards, especially because he knows as well as you do that there’s nobody to interrupt tonight, but you’ll take the tiny wins when you can.

Besides, you only have to stick it out a little while longer. 

Still holding onto your arm, Iwa’s eyebrows draw together into a slight frown and he bites back a sigh, “Shittykawa’ll throw a hissy-fit if I let you walk home alone tonight. C’mon.”

He’s not asking, you realise belatedly as he firmly but gently starts to lead you out of the gym, not sparing his best friend another glance. And you could probably dig your heels in and kick up a fuss and he’d probably let you go – at least, you think he would. He would, right? He’d listen if you asked him to stop – but what’s the point?

Nobody here actually cares what you want anymore.

Iwa’s different, you suppose. You don’t really know why. He’s just as complicit as the others, maybe even more so – he at least knows what’s going on, even if he refuses to acknowledge it or do anything about it… but that’s not entirely true, is it?

He’s the one to step in when Oikawa starts to take things too far in public. He’s the one to scare off your would be bullies, snarling and glaring at them from his place at your side. Iwa’s the reason you haven’t lost it completely, the one keeping your head above water. He’s a friend you suppose, or at least the closest thing Oikawa’ll let you have anymore.

He’s certainly the only one Tooru trusts with you whenever he’s not around, hence you haven’t heard any indignant shouts from the gym following in your wake despite the grip he has on you.

And Iwa is nice, in his own way. He cares about you, you think – or he cares enough to pretend for Oikawa’s sake. Either way, at least you know he won’t try to pull you down an alleyway and force you to suck his cock, so compared to your other options, he’s definitely the lesser of two evils. 

It’s quiet as the two of you walk, and you find yourself thankful for it. Oikawa’s always talking, he never shuts up, his incessant chatter shattering every moment of quiet, peaceful solitude you try to steal for yourself. 

And tonight, tonight your head’s already too full to pretend to play along with some semblance of chipper friendliness. 

Maybe that’s why you like Iwaizumi; you don’t have to pretend with him. He knows exactly what Oikawa is, and he’s too intelligent to believe that you’re content spending every waking moment by the setter’s side, much less that you genuinely love him. 

It’s a nice night, at least – there’s barely any clouds in the sky. You can see the stars glittering in the inky, midnight blue, and it’s peaceful, you think, with Iwa strolling quietly along beside you. 

Even when the breeze starts to pick up, the late summer night air nipping at your exposed skin. Your jacket’s folded up and shoved somewhere towards the bottom of your bag, but you honestly can’t be bothered to stop and ferret for it. 

“You’re cold,” Iwa states after a beat. Again, not a question.

Nevertheless, you shake your head. “I’m fine,” you reply, perhaps a little tersely, but he’s already shrugging off his own jacket and draping it over your shoulders. Oikawa would do the same thing, more out of a perverse sense of enjoyment from seeing you wearing his clothes than a genuine sense of concern over your comfort.

Still, you don’t fight Iwa on it, pulling his jacket tighter over your body. It’s warm, his lingering body heat making your own cheeks burn a little, and it smells like him, too. Musky, yes, but there’s something almost comforting about the fresh, woodsy scent.

Silence resumes between the two of you, but you feel the weight of his stare as the two of you wander along the path. Iwaizumi’s always been perceptive, more so than most give him credit for, and it’s only another few minutes before he speaks again.

“You’re quiet tonight.”

You hum noncommittally, staring resolutely at the concrete sidewalk rather than meet his pointed gaze. 

He huffs. “You gonna tell me what’s bothering you or not?” he tries again, the sheer bluntness almost enough to make you flinch.

“And what makes you think there’s anything bothering me?” you reply dully, kicking at the small little pebble on the pathway in front of you.

Iwa stiffens just a fraction, but you feel it – the shift in the air between the two of you. It’s the truth you won’t speak, the one he won’t acknowledge. Of course there’s something bothering you; this whole fucked up situation between the three of you. It’s not normal, it’s not healthy, surely he sees that, how the hell can he–

“Cut the bullshit,” he snaps. “You think I haven’t noticed how you’ve been acting lately? Something’s up, and if you think I’m the only one who’s paying attention…” he trails off, and suddenly his hand’s catching at yours, pulling you to a stop.

And when finally you drag your eyes up to meet his, your heartbeat quickens at the scowl written across his face, plain as day. 

“I’m not talking about… that. Did he–” he hesitates, biting down on his lip and you honestly don’t know whether you want to laugh or cry. “Something’s up.”

You could probably tell him to mind his own business, and part of you almost wants to. He might even listen, though he wouldn’t be happy about it, but the thing is, you’re just so tired. Tired of playing girlfriend for Oikawa, tired of being dragged along against your will, manhandled and fucked at every opportunity, tired of pretending that this is in any way okay, and you just want to finally give in and admit it out loud.

You want this to be over, and it’s so close you can almost fucking taste it. 

So you breathe deep, forcing yourself to relax. “My mom got a job in Tokyo. My parents… they’re leaving at the end of next week. Moving. It’s why they haven't been around much lately.”

Iwaizumi’s eyebrows furrow into a frown as he takes a second to absorb the information. “And… you? We only have a few months left until we graduate.”

You allow him a wry smile. “I know. They gave me a choice, I’m eighteen, I can stay here in the house by myself, finish up the year and graduate at Aoba Johsai before moving down with them…”

“Or?” he prods.

“Or,” you continue, “or I can go now. There’s some really good schools down there, I could have my pick. It’ll be a struggle, I know, transferring so late in the term, but–”

Iwaizumi scoffs, cutting you off, “But you’re not actually gonna go, right? You can’t just pack up and leave so close to graduation. You’re staying here in Miyagi.” 

He almost sounds angry– the muscle in his jaw’s twitching and as you stare at him you realise that he doesn’t sound angry; he is angry. His whole body’s tensed like he’s preparing for a fight, and it takes you by surprise. 

Sure, he’s pretty much the only person outside of Oikawa that you’d consider yourself to have any kind of relationship with anymore, but you’d never really thought he’d actually–

“Iwa,” you say gently, “I was gonna go to Tokyo after graduation anyway. Sure, it’s not exactly an ideal situation, but…” 

But it’s your chance to get away from all of this, from Oikawa, and you’re gonna take it and run. Whether or not Tokyo University accepts you, whether it means you have to work three times as hard to adjust to a new school’s curriculum just so you won’t completely flunk your final exams. 

It can’t be any worse than this.

He has to understand that. 

And really, what did he think was going to happen after graduation? You know Oikawa’s plans, and you’ll be damned if you let him ruin your life anymore than he already has, dragging you halfway across the world. You belong here, in Japan. Oikawa can go chase his pipe dreams on his own. 

He swallows tightly, and while the pinched scowl on his face doesn’t falter, his grip on your wrist eases just a fraction. “You were really just gonna leave without telling anybody?” he asks, his voice uncharacteristically quiet.

“Who would I tell?”

—

Sure enough, it’s a little after midnight when your bedroom door sweeps open and Oikawa strides in like he owns the place. You watch through half lidded eyes as he starts to shed his clothes, stripping off and tossing them haphazardly onto the floor until he’s just in his boxers. 

He doesn’t say much as he lifts the covers and climbs into bed beside you, merely presses a surprisingly gentle kiss to your cheek, murmuring a quiet, ‘Just sleep, cutie,’ when you try to shift away from him.

He sounds tired, exhausted really, but you don’t care enough to comment, relieved more than anything that tonight he doesn’t seem to have the energy for more. There’d been some part of you that was worried that Iwa might have told him about the walk home – the secrets you’d unthinkingly entrusted to him – but he can’t have. There’s no possible way Oikawa would be so calm right now if he had. 

And Iwa wouldn’t do something like that in the first place. 

It might not have been the most traditional of friendships, and you know he’s still a little pissed off with your decision and the fact you had no intentions of telling him, but Iwa wouldn’t break your trust like that. 

And so with Oikawa’s arms wrapped around your middle, the warmth of his chest pressed up against your back, you allow sleep to claim you once more.

—

You hardly see him the following morning. 

There’s no sign of him when you wake up, though his side of the bed is still warm – you know he likes to run in the mornings; he probably ran home to shower before school. And if you’re grateful to Aoba Johsai for anything, it’s for putting the two of you in separate classes. You’re spared his presence and those of his mooney eyed fangirls, and you can actually focus on learning. Or try to, at least.

Iwa regards you with an unreadable expression when you take your usual seat at the desk next to his, but at least he doesn’t seem as pissed off as he was when he left you last night. You only have a week and a half left until you go, but considering he’s the closest thing you have to a friend anymore, you’re not sure how you would survive if he suddenly decided to give you the cold shoulder.

Still, he is quieter than usual as you both settle into class, and you can’t help your gaze from flickering over to him throughout the lesson, an uncomfortable pit settling into your stomach. Iwa doesn’t so much as look your way, busying himself in copying down the notes the teacher’s scrawling on the board.

You honestly didn’t expect him to be hurt, and as he brushes past you on his way out after the bell rings you begin to doubt whether you should have told him at all. It stings, more than you expect.

Yet the moment you try to follow him, calling out his name, a familiar figure steps in front of you, halting you in your tracks. 

“Hey, cutie,” Oikawa purrs, grinning down at you as he reaches out to tuck a stray lock of hair back behind your ear. “I’ve missed you today. Come on, let’s go somewhere a little quieter.”

His fingers are laced with yours, tugging you along before you can even try to voice a protest. You both know you wouldn’t anyway, not anymore. 

Just like you don’t speak up when instead of dragging you outside to the courtyard, or even to the gym, he chooses an empty classroom, kicking the door shut behind him. 

There’s a question on the tip of your tongue, but you don’t have a chance to voice it as he grabs you by the collar of your shirt and smashes his lips to yours. 

Oikawa usually likes to take his time, to drag out your humiliation and reluctant pleasure as he toys with you, but today he wastes no time in shoving you back up against one of the desk, his fingers already yanking down your necktie and prying your lilac shirt open – buttons scattering as it rips.

“Tooru–” you gasp, panic flaring, but his lips curl into a smirk as he forces you back into another kiss.

“Quiet now, cutie, let me take care of my pretty girl, hm?” he growls between panting breaths. “You don’t want somebody stumbling in and interrupting us, do you?”

And your chest tightens, squeezing around your lungs like a vice, your gaze flickering back to the door – shut but not locked.

“Tooru,” you whisper again in a panic, clutching at the lapels of his blazer as he draws back enough to level a gaze at your chest, bare save for the virginal white lace bra you’d unthinkingly chosen that morning. 

His grin widens, but there’s something cold and utterly unflinching in his eyes as they flicker up to meet yours. “Lean back,” he tells you.

You shake your head, “I d-don’t–”

His hands are on your shoulders, abruptly shoving you backwards. “I said,” he coos as you sprawl back onto the wooden desktop with a startled squeak, “lean back for me.”

It’s been months since you’ve fought him, but as he flips up your skirt, fingers grazing possessively along the cotton of your panties and he sighs contentedly, sheer panic floods your system, overwhelming your better judgement. Before you can stop yourself your knees come up as you desperately scramble to right yourself, to put an end to this–

The slap to your cheek isn’t all that forceful, at least not compared to what you know him to be capable of, but it still takes you by surprise, the sharp, burning sting only registering as the shock of the blow fades.

Oikawa’s no longer grinning, his face twisted into a terrifying glare as wide, teary eyes stare back up at him. “Baby, you’re really testing me right now. You want to act like a disobedient little bitch, kick up a fuss, bring everybody running so they can see what a needy little whore you are, spread out on the table for me?” He snatches at your panties, harshly wrenching them down your now prone legs with one hand, the other reaching for his belt buckle, “You think you have a choice here? You think I give a fuck what you want?”

Your ears are ringing, the sound of your own heartbeat drowning out almost everything else.

It’s not the first time he’s hit you, or even the hardest, but with that one slap all the fight you have left just dissipates. You don’t even flinch when he spits directly onto your pussy, his thumb harshly spreading his saliva over your cunt – you just bite down on your lip to stifle the sob that threatens to burst.

And victory shines bright in his eyes at the sight of it. 

“Good girl, you know who this pretty pussy belongs to, don’t you?” he croons with saccharine sweetness, even leaning over to press a tender, affectionate kiss to your swollen lips. 

And you’d squeeze your eyes shut and try to imagine that you’re somewhere else, anywhere else if you didn’t know how much he hates it when you do. So instead, you lie there pliant and trembling, humiliation burning hot as he spreads your legs, pressing your thighs back towards your chest as he slots himself in between them.

“You look so good like this, you know?” he muses with a soft little chuckle as he leisurely strokes his cock, letting the flushed tip brush teasingly along your folds, nudging at your clit. “Prettiest little thing, and all mine, aren’t you, cutie.”

Tears well and spill soundlessly down your cheek, but your only answering is the hiccuping breath you draw in, your fingers finding purchase on the edges of the desk as he guides it back to your entrance.

It doesn’t matter that you’re not nearly ready for him, that his spit and the pre-cum that’s beading at his slit isn’t going to help ease his passage in the slightest. He’ll fuck you how he wants to – and you’re too broken to try and stop him.

Yet instead of savagely plunging in like you expect him to, Oikawa stills, regarding you with a tilted head and a cruel smirk. 

“Fuck,” he curses quietly, the sound almost reverent as he stares down at you. He shakes his head, another soft laugh bubbling out, “I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of seeing you like this, but if you’re going to be running off on me so soon, maybe I should take a little memento, what do you think cutie?”

Your stomach drops, dread creeping down your spine as Oikawa reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone, opening up the camera and flicking it across to video. 

“I mean if this is going to be our last time together, don’t you think we should make it special?” You jerk, your breath coming out in short, harsh pants but you can’t move, can’t seem to lift a single finger as he leans in closer, bringing his lips to your ear, “That way we both have something to remember this by.”

And as his breath ghosts the tiny hairs on the shell of your ear he laughs again, pressing another quick kiss to your flushed, tear stained cheek. “Aw, don’t cry, cutie. You brought this on yourself.”

You don’t have a moment to prepare yourself, his hand slamming over your lips to muffle your shrieks as he thrusts his hips forward, sheathing himself in your tight little cunt with a choked moan.

“F-fuck, baby,” he grits out, biting down on his own lip as he relishes the vice like grip your pussy has on his throbbing cock, “Smile for the camera.”

Your back arcs up off the table, fingernails digging into the wood as he draws his hips back slowly, letting you feel every inch of his cock as it drags along your walls until it’s only the tip that remains inside of you.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts – a sharp and throbbing pain that only grows with each passing second. 

There’s something sadistic in his grin as he angles the phone down to where your bodies meet, your lewdly spread thighs, your glistening pussy in perfect view as another glob of saliva joins the first, pooling over your sex, sliding down his cock.

“You have no idea how perfect your pussy feels, baby,” he pants, slowly filling you up once more – your own wails stifled by his hand. “You’re mine, all fucking mine, aren’t you?”

There’s no hiding from the camera as he fucks you, slowly at first, but picking up his pace as the slick starts to build, your warm, velvety walls sucking him in deeper, squelching obscenely with every thrust. And between the sounds of his balls slapping against your ass – skin hitting skin as he fucks you roughly without care – and Tooru’s own satisfied moans, your muffled whimpers and cries go unheard. 

And just when you think your humiliation is complete, he takes his hand from your mouth, his thumb returning to your clit, teasing at the sensitive nub with slow, measured circles that have you keening, shaking beneath him as he stuffs you full. Slowly but surely that searing ache gives way to pleasure, a slight shift of his hips and his cock’s hitting that sweet spot he’s all too familiar with – and another strangled moan slips out.

“You gonna cum for me, pretty girl?”

You shake your head, fingernails digging into the wood, biting down harshly to keep yourself quiet as you feel that familiar heat pooling in your core, wanton pleasure flickering through you with every swipe of his fingers, every harsh thrust.

“No? You sure about that?” he laughs at the desperate whine that slips from your lips, “I wanna hear it, baby. Cum for me.”

But you can’t, you can’t make a sound, the door’s not locked, the door’s not locked and anybody could walk in any second, but you can feel it coming, your legs shaking and toes curling as your control slips–

“Cum,” Oikawa demands, his own voice a husky, shivering growl, and this time you’re helpless but to obey.

Your orgasm crashes into you like a wave, suddenly sweeping your legs out from under you. You arc up off the table once more, white hot pleasure exploding as you shiver and quake, your pussy clamping down on his cock and gushing as he fucks you relentlessly through it, chasing his end while drawing out your own.

And you’re so lost in the bliss, the pleasurable rippling aftershocks short circuiting your system that you don’t even realise that he’s pulled himself out of your cunt, stroking his slicked up cock with harsh pants–

Not until you feel the hot spurts of his cum hitting your stomach, a choked moan resembling your name shattering the fuzzy afterglow, dragging you harshly back down to reality.

There’s a twisted, self satisfied smirk on his face as he watches the cold realisation sink in, your eyes filling with fresh tears as your gaze flickers between him and the phone in his hand, still filming.

“You’re not leaving me,” he says, still a little breathless. “You’re mine. Isn’t that right, Iwa?”

No.

Please god, no.

Blood drains from your face, the pit in your stomach plummeting as his smirk widens and he turns his head to glance over his shoulder. You don’t want to look, can’t bear to, but it’s like trying to rip your eyes away from a car crash; your body moves with a will of its own. Heart pounding, nausea churning in your gut, you follow his gaze to find Iwaizumi by the door; jaw tight, arms folded across his chest, staring impassively back at you.

And that last little piece of you breaks.

[gaydelusionaltrash]

Before You Say Goodbye (Part 3)

Summary: When y/n ends up at the Avengers tower, she thinks everything will finally be okay. She’s free from Hydra for the first time since she was a child and ready to do some good, on top of that she was finally reunited with Wanda, the love of her life (or so she thought), what could possibly go wrong? 

Warnings: self destructive activities, manipulation, mentions of sub/dom, mentions of fire/arson 

"You should leave." Wanda didn't move,

"Wanda, Get. Out. Now."

She complied, rising to her feet without a word and closing the door behind her.

You fell back onto the bed. You cursed yourself for trusting her. For letting her find out. Her words echoed in your head,

"You're a monster."

She had said it quietly but it had rang so loud. You couldn't stand being in your room anymore. You had no where else to go. You even considered leaving the tower, but Strange had warned you that if you didn't join the Avengers, S.H.E.I.L.D would arrest you and going back to a cell was the last thing you wanted.

Eventually you found yourself in the training room. You punched the bag as Wandas words played over and over in your head,

"You're a monster" right hook

"You're a monster" left hook

"You're a monster"

Punch after punch after punch until her words became your own.

"I'm a monster" punch

"I'm a monster" punch

After almost four hours, you started to rock on your feet. You heard the door open and close but too woozy to look, you just kept punching. Suddenly you felt an arm on your shoulder,

"Y/n?" You recognized the voice as Natasha's and turned to face her. You watched her expression shift from confusion to shock as she read you face.

"Y/n, Oh my god, are you okay."

"Never been better," you slurred. She looked at you with concern.

"How long have you been in here?" You shrug,

"Since I left my room." Your words were bleeding into each other. She gave up on questioning you and threw your arm around her shoulder,

"Come on, lets get you cleaned up." You tried to pull away from her,

"No!"

"Why not?"

"Cause the people!" Nat looked at you, confusion written all over her face,

"The people?"

"They'll see me." It clicked for Natasha,

"Here, lets go to my room. No one will see you."

Natasha half lead, half carried you to the elevator and into her room, then to the connected bathroom. She held your hands over the sink to wash them. She expected to find them bloody because of the state the rest of you body seemed to be in, but found nothing. The skin wasn't even red. Actually, she noticed, you looked completely healthy. A bit flushed and dirty, but overall fine. The only remnants of your tears were the tracks left in the dust that stuck to your face from the punching bags you'd broken. Natasha helped you sit on the floor and grabbed a washcloth to clean your face.

"Jarvis, how long was y/n in the training room?"

"4 hours, 28 minutes, and 43 seconds, Miss Romanoff." Once again Natasha had to hide the shock on her face. Four hours of punching and not so much as a scratch. Of course, she didn't know much about you, but this made her doubt that you were even human. Either way, something was wrong with you and she wanted desperately to figure it out.

"Are you hurt, y/n?" You shook your head, but that made you dizzy so you layed down on the cool floor. You saw Natasha looking at you with concern as your eyes slid closed.

The cold tile hit your warm skin like ice, causing you to tense up, but eventually you relaxed into it's icy grip. Natasha reached down and lifted you from under your arms so were leaning against the wall. You didn't open your eyes but when she held a bottle to you lips, you drank willingly. Eventually you began to feel more normal and tried to stand up.

You wavered a bit, but Tasha was there to catch you.

"Okay, y/n, spill." You looked at her, eyebrows knit together,

"Spill what?"

"You're not hurt physically, just dehydrated and exaughsted. With the speed and strength you were hitting the bag with, consistently for that long, you should have bloody fists and be out cold for like a week. What is up with you?"

"I- um," you didn't know how to explain your situation to her, "basically, they...experimented on me....and I guess it made it so I don't get outward wounds." Natasha nodded, thinking,

"So if you got shot, the bullet would just bounce off and you could move on with your day?"

"Kinda, I still feel the pressure of it and that hurts sometimes, like my hands hurt. Not a lot, but it's noticeable. My skin just doesnt break."

"So you've never bled in your life?"

"Not that I can remember anyway. That and the eye thing i've had since I was little, plus super strength, but that one isnt as cool."

Natasha helped you sit on her bed,

"Thanks for the help, Tasha."

"Of course." You looked up for a second,

"Clint, you saw  nothing, got it?"

"Got it, y/n." Natasha raised an eyebrow at you,

"I thought I was the only one that could do that."

"To be fair, Wanda and the boys seem incapable of it." After a bit more back and forth, you got up to leave. She stopped you,

"Y/n, just so you know, Wanda's wrong. You arent a monster." You give her a small smile, too tired to really care about how she knew. Her words seemed to battle with Wanda's like light and dark and as you feel asleep, the blackness of Wanda's words was fading to grey.

____

When you went into the kitchen in the morning, your headache compartmentalized and your confidence restored, you found it empty. Not even Clint in the vents. Slightly relived and more than a little bit worried, you grabbed a piece of fruit and sat backwards on a chair. When Natasha entered you gave her a little smile and let the relief that you hadn't been abandoned wash over you.

"Morning, Y/n."

"Morning Tasha, where is everyone?"

"Everyone but me, you, Bucky, and Cap are out on mission, helping Tony." You nod,

"Cool, I wondered why Clint wasn't in the vents....So...James and Cap are here too?"

"No, they went to LA. Apparently Sam is there and needs backup." Assessing the situation you bob your head up and down,

"Sam? Is that Bucky's boyfriend?" Nat smirked,

"You're very perceptive."

"You're not the only trained assassin." She laughed a bit and again, that strange pride rose in your chest. Making her happy made you happy, you realized, baffled. No one had ever made you feel like that before. You would do almost anything to make her smile and that terrified you. Depending on people was never something you'd done before.

____

Throughout the week the others were away, you at Nat grew closer. You would do things together, sometimes in comfortable silence, sometimes with sarcasm and mutual top energy. Either way, you became friends and for some reason, you trusted her.

When the other arrived, you were a little bit disappointed. Although you'd missed Clint in his vents, Bruce's quiet genius, and Tony's grumpy old man slim shady vibes, you'd almost forgotten about Wanda and the fight you'd had. As soon as she saw you, you started to feel strange. Thoughts of Nat slipped from your consciousness, replaced with ones about Wanda. It was odd and a bit concerning that you so easily slipped back into your Wanda related reverie. You welcomed the boys back, then headed to your room. The strange fog of Wanda thoughts followed you for a while, but when you bumped into Nat, they slipped to the back of your mind.

"Hey Tasha, wanna watch a movie?"

"Uh, sure." She followed you into your room and you handed her the remote, letting her pick the movie. Just before she clicked play, she looked up,

"Clint, you're back?" He swung down from the vent and leaned against the wall by the TV.

"Everyone but Bucky and Steve are either showering or changing out of their suits. The building we were in caught fire." At Natasha's concerned look he added, "Everyone's fine, not even a scratch. Although if y/n doesn't tell them about her hand thingy soon, they might feel a bit betrayed." You raised an eyebrow at Clint,

"You want me to tell everyone I slept with Wanda?" Clint looked taken aback as he responded,

"What? No, the fire thing."

"Oh right, that. I'll tell them after the movie, it's really not a big deal."

Nat snorted behind you,

"You're a dork, Y/n."

"Don't test me, Tasha."

"Or what?" You laugh a bit as you stand,

"Lets so the the training room, fetiță" (little girl) She raised an eyebrow at you, giving you a look,

"Oh, este pornit." (Oh, it's on.)

____

After four matches, you were tied, two to two. You stared at each other, neither willing to give in, but both of you tired of sparring. Luckily, a red robot looking man flew in at just the right moment,

"Miss Romanoff, Mr. Stark would like to see you in the meeting room." Nat nodded and swung out of the boxing ring,

"Thanks Vision. We'll call it a tie then, y/n." As the door closed behind her, you turned to the robot man, Vision.

"Hey, I'm y/n."

"Pleased to make your acquaintance. You are friends with Wanda, no?"

"I am...well was. I don't really know where we stand now." Vision nodded, thinking.

"Vis, can I call you Vis?"

"You may call me what ever you would like."

"Cool, okay, Vis, I like your cape, where'd you get it?"

"I formed it. Thor has one and he is the coolest being I know."

"Well, now you know me, so you can't say that anymore." He looked at you for a moment and them smiled,

"You are quite confident, Miss Y/n." You nodded and rolled your eyes,

"People here need to stop calling me that. It's just y/n."

"Would you prefer I use your surname?"

"Don't have one anymore, just y/n is fine." He nodded,

"Okay. Do you know where Wanda is? I would like to speak with her."

"She just got back from mission so she's probably showering and things." After once again exchanging pleasantries, Vision flew off in the direction of Wanda's room and you headed towards the kitchen to grab a snack after sparring. You were surprised to find Nat waiting for you.

"Y/n, great. Can I ask you something? Now you don't have to answer it but if you don't, I feel like that pretty much-"

"Just ask you're question, Tasha."

"Do you want to go for a drink with me tonight?"

"Yeah sure, but one condition...it's a date." She nodded,

"Meet me here in 20."

"Deal."

____

Part 4 

[potatoes-is-are-food]

no one has ever seen dabi in a romantic sense because of his scars so when you kiss his neck he freezes and hes unsure what to do

I also got an ask about Dabi being nervous so I kind of combined them and did something a little longer!

| NSFW

You’d been sitting like this for a while, straddling Dabi and entertaining yourself in his lap while he watched TV and pretended it didn’t affect him. You trailed your thumb gently along the stapled skin on his cheek, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his lips first, then his jaw, then several down his neck as you nuzzled yourself against him softly. His hands had been rubbing along your thighs but came to a halt when you kissed his neck. His body went stiff and you pulled away to ask what was wrong only to be forced back against him so you couldn’t see his face.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, immediately concerned, “Does it hurt? I’m sor-”

“No. It doesn’t hurt,” he murmured, keeping you in place with his strong arms. You slowly slid your hands up his shoulders and back around his neck, continuing to kiss his disfigured skin gently. He groaned, slumping back on the couch and relaxing, letting his hands roam along your back, sides, and hips. You thought he wasn’t paying attention anymore, letting out a small surprised gasp when he squeezed you.

“Dabi?” He finally let you pull away and look at him but you couldn’t read his expression. He just slid his hand up the back of your shirt, feeling your skin on his as he pushed, making you fall forward so he could capture your lips with his. His other hand cupped your face and you held it there with yours, leaning into his touches and meeting his slightly rough kissing with gentle reciprocation.

You didn’t know much about his past and you never asked, only listening on the rare occasions he told you anything. You knew it had to have been rough, even without the evidence covering most of his skin you could’ve been able to tell from the look in his eyes. He seemed lately like he was getting closer, caring less and less if you knew things about him.

“So fucking soft,” he muttered, easily moving you to lie on your back on the couch, sitting with your legs on either side of his hips and sliding his hands up into your shirt to grope and pinch at your chest. He rolled and played with your flesh for a moment before ridding you of the shirt, throwing it to the floor and pulling off your shorts to leave you in just your underwear beneath him. You pulled him closer, kissing him as he reached around to rid you of your bra, flinging that to the floor too.

You tugged at his shirt, pulling it up and trailing your hands along his abs, feeling the different textures of skin separated by staples on his torso. You always touched him so softly, like he might break if you breathed too hard or every touch wasn’t carefully controlled. It frustrated him. Made him nervous. No one else touched him like that or had ever touched him like that. Like something fragile.

He caved, obliging you after countless times you’d asked to see him instead of just touch him, pulling the shirt over his head and kissing you so you couldn’t look right away. He expected you to gawk at him when he pulled away, but you just stared at his face with that stupid adoring expression. He nearly groaned, compulsively kissing you as he fumbled with the buttons on his jeans, slipping them down enough to pull out his throbbing erection. It rested heavily against your stomach as he pulled your panties off, precum dripping onto your skin like hot wax, too warm as always.

You looked down, drinking in the sight of his mutilated body, still beautiful to you despite being littered in scars and discolored skin that smelled like charred flesh no matter how much he scrubbed at it. You didn’t mind, you always told him you didn’t mind, but you knew it bothered him. You sat up, easing him back up into a sitting position and climbing atop his lap again. You were surprised he let you, always demanding to be in control during your trysts.

He let you look at him, gently stroking along his staples and kissing at the ones on his chest. A low groan sounded deep in his throat and you kissed it, nearly making him sick at just how sweet your affections were. He put his hands on your hips, roughly positioning you so he could fuck his frustrated, confused feelings into your soft body. You sank down on your own, taking him to the hilt and humping against his white pubic hair.

He hated this. The lights were too bright and you could see his skin; his chest, stomach, arms, he hadn’t even thought about the white hair at the base of his cock with no explanation. He wanted to push you off and leave, ghost you and leave you to wonder what you did wrong when there wasn’t anything but he was completely rooted to the spot. Like he’d been stitched to the seat, he watched you bounce yourself like everything was normal. The look in your eyes made him nervous. No one had ever looked at him like that.

You kissed him again, and he kissed back despite the way his stomach churned and his nerves felt wrecked. It was like he had no control as he smoothed his hands up the soft skin of your back, pulled you closer and bucked his hips up. One of your hands left his face to snake between your legs and he stopped you, unable to bare the thought of even you touching your body. He wanted to be the only one to make you sigh and come undone. He replaced your fingers with his, rolling your clit and making you whine against his mismatched lips.

He flipped you down again, needing to regain some semblance of control. His hips snapped against you, eyes locked onto your face as you moaned freely without his mouth swallowing the sounds. He pressed on your stomach, feeling himself move inside your body while his thumb returned to your little nub, toying with it enough to keep your orgasm building but not send you over the edge. You cried out for him, reaching to pull him closer and he wasn’t sure why he let you but he did, pressing his chest to yours and kissing you hard.

Your fingers tangled in his hair as his pace quickened, spearing you faster and harder as your nails raked down the healthy skin of his back. He panted, twitching inside you and nearly wincing when you came around him, clenching and igniting his own release. His cock throbbed, shooting his seed directly at your cervix as you milked it from him until he had nothing left to give. As you both came down from your highs he rested his forehead against yours, sharing breath as your lips ghosted against each other’s.

Usually when you were done he’d sit or lie wherever and just let you hold him or lazily sling an arm over your shoulders, but this time when you’d calmed down and his heart wasn’t beating too damn loud in his ears he pulled you to him, inhaling your scent and keeping you tightly pressed against him. You stroked his hair, his shoulders, arms, chest, and nestled yourself contently into his body. You kissed his neck softly, and for once he hummed and relaxed, letting himself accept that you loved him even if he couldn’t say it back yet.

[itadorisgf]

— the lyre’s tune

⤷ 🦋 nonnie suggested: sending love songs to ur s/o

edit: it’s more like jjk characters as love songs im sorry 😭😭

note: im a sucker for music shit <33 send me song recs and we will fall in love.

ft. fushiguro megumi, gojo satoru, itadori yuuji, kugisaki nobara, nanami kento, sukuna ryomen.

warning: light angst, but overall it’s very fluffy

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— fushiguro megumi.

now playing: when i look into your eyes (feat. lanie) by khaki dreams

to put it bluntly, fushiguro sucks at emotions.

he’s often been told that he’s too cold or unfeeling.

it’s through no fault of his own that he doesn’t exactly have the greatest grasp on emotions and feelings.

but it is the reason why he has such a difficult time discerning what he feels for you.

your relationship is platonic, but is fushiguro content with that or does he desire more?

fushiguro isn’t exactly against the idea of love, but it’s not like he’s actively searching it out.

due to the low number of first years, you’re a tight knit group. you’re all close to one another, however your personality meshes best with nobara and itadori.

as fushiguro attempts to figure out his feelings, he unconsciously pulls away from you. he doesn’t hangout with you as often and is much more quiet than usual, which is saying something.

nobara tells you that fushiguro’s just been fushiguro when you mention how he seems more closed off than he normally is, but you’re concerned for the divide he’s creating between the two of you.

meanwhile fushiguro is undergoing his own emotional turmoil.

fushiguro pulls away so much from you that you end up confronting him. you express your worries for him and question if everything’s all right with him.

and when fushiguro lifts his head to meet your gaze, he knows where his feelings lie.

in that moment, fushiguro realizes that he wants to be more than a friend to you.

— gojo satoru.

now playing: 505 by arctic monkeys

gojo satoru is like a thorn in your side that you just can’t seem to get rid of no matter how hard you try.

you’ve known each other for so long that your relationship with the man is certainly complicated to say the least.

you’d tentatively say that the two of you are currently friends, but it’s difficult to be friends with someone who was once your everything.

you had been friends with benefits for awhile before you two became lovers. dating gojo was a natural progression of your relationship and it came so easy to the two of you. it was nice. for awhile at least. before it all came crashing down.

you became fed up with how he treated your feelings so lightly as if they didn’t matter. so you broke up with him.

the break up took a toll on you, but it hurt more seeing how gojo appeared to be so unaffected by it.

but enough time has passed since then that you can say your current relationship isn’t as bad as you would’ve thought considering you’re coworkers with your ex-boyfriend.

gojo is still as flirty and charming as ever.

you truly believe that it’s this man’s mission in life to bother you.

it’s not that you don’t still have feelings for gojo, but you don’t want to get hurt like you did last time.

your feelings aren’t something to be played with and you refuse to let gojo in again just for your relationship to wind up like it did before.

gojo knows that his actions affect you even if you pretend they don’t. he notices the way you stumble over your words before quickly composing yourself when he accidentally brushes his hands against your lower back. the way your eyes widen before you glare at him when he makes a sexual innuendo in front of your shared students.

but what gojo didn’t know is how bad the breakup affected you.

gojo never stopped loving you, but you were the one to break up with him. if you didn’t want to be with him that was fine, he would just act like he was completely okay with that. gojo was able to keep up the appearance that he was okay after you left, but he missed you a lot.

and when you break down in tears in front of gojo asking why he’s messing with your head when you know he doesn’t love you anymore, gojo’s heart drops.

a serious expression crosses his face when he gently places his hands on your cheeks to tilt your head up to meet his eyes. with his thumbs he wipes away your tears and asks, “who said i didn’t love you anymore?”

— itadori yuuji.

now playing: whoa by snoh aalegra

itadori’s crush on you is so apparent to everyone.

but it’s not like he’s attempting to hide it at all.

the way he trails after you like a puppy confirms that.

he tries to spend as much time with you as he can and hangs off of your every word.

most of the time he’s not actually listening to you though. he really does try to follow what you’re saying, but then he gets distracted by how nice you look in the sunlight and how you look really good in your uniform that he’s startled when you jog him out of his daydreaming.

he flushes and apologizes for getting distracted and asks if you could repeat what you said. you don’t get mad when that happens and just laugh it off, and itadori is so captivated by the sound of your laughter that you ask if something’s on your face with how hard he’s looking at you.

so it’s no secret that itadori harbors a crush on you. everyone is aware of that fact except one person: you.

it’s not you haven’t been told that before. nobara along with a couple of your upperclassmen have confirmed that itadori does indeed have a crush on you, but you just don’t believe it.

how could itadori have a crush on someone like you? you’re sure he doesn’t view you as anything more than a friend.

nobara bluntly tells you that itadori literally never shuts up about you, but you’re still adamant that he only thinks of you as a friend.

it’s not that you don’t like itadori, it’s quite the opposite.

you like him a lot. how could you not? he’s cute and kind and does dumb stuff to make you laugh.

it’s a bit silly, but being by itadori’s side fills you with confidence. you feel like you could exorcise any curse if itadori’s with you. maybe it’s because itadori has so much confidence in you that you can’t help but feel the same.

but you’re convinced that itadori doesn’t like you in that way and itadori can’t seem to tell you that he does.

your friends are sick of your pining dumbasses.

but before they can formulate a plan to get the two of you together, you and itadori figure it out for yourselves.

you’re hanging out like usual, relaxing outdoors after a long day of sparring. you’re staring up at the clouds floating through the sky while itadori lies beside you. he’s admiring the slope of your nose and the curve of your lips when you turn your head to meet his gaze.

your eyes widen when you realize that itadori’s already looking at you, but you don’t say anything. you part your lips open to say something when the silence lingers for a bit too long, but itadori beats you to it.

“can i kiss you right now?”

itadori looks shocked that he said that. you blink once, trying to comprehend what itadori just asked. you blink again before nodding. your voice cracks a little when you respond with “y-yeah.”

— kugisaki nobara.

now playing: cloud nine by beach bunny

nobara is confident in herself. she prides herself on being independent and never searching for validation in the form of other people.

she knows her own worth and won’t let anyone else diminish it or tell her otherwise.

but she must admit that there is no feeling comparable to when she’s with you.

others have complained to her before that she’s loud and self-absorbed. nobara’s never really cared for what others thought of her.

but she’s happy that you don’t think of her that way.

nobara doesn’t have to worry about how she comes across because you love her for who she is.

you love how blunt she can be. you love how she always sticks up for herself and how unafraid she is from backing down.

you love how she won’t let others talk bad about you either. you insist that she doesn’t have to and that you can handle it yourself, but nobara just tells you that “nobody gets to talk shit about my s/o.”

your favorite thing ever is when you manage to catch nobara off-guard with a compliment. normally when you compliment her, she replies “i know,” with a grin on her face, which makes you fall even further for her.

but sometimes when you’re feeling particularly soft, you tell her something along the lines of, “you’re so beautiful and i’m really lucky to call you mine.” nobara goes red and will only manage a shaky “s-shut up,” in response as she tries to hide her flush.

to say the least, you are completely and utterly whipped for nobara. not that you’re complaining about it.

it’s safe to say that you adore her.

nobara loves you just as much in return.

if her confidence ever falters, all it takes is you gently squeezing her hand, reminding her that you’re there beside her, for any doubt to fade away.

because when you’re around, nobara knows she can face any challenge that comes her way. she’s not alone and she has you to support her through anything.

— nanami kento.

now playing: care by sonder

nanami and you both have busy lives.

as sorcerers, you don’t exactly have a lot of down time. you make it work, though.

lately it seems you’ve been running yourself ragged.

you’ve been assigned more missions as of late and nanami’s barely seen you in the past week.

the only prolonged period of time he’s spent with you is when you’re both asleep and even then, you slip into bed late into the evening.

besides that it’s a rushed kiss here and a quick i love you there.

he’s concerned for your well-being. it’s not healthy to be working so often especially in your line of work, which requires you to be in top mental and physical condition.

so when you come home from your latest mission, nanami’s there to greet you at the door.

you’re surprised to see him waiting up for you considering it’s late at night.

he’s dressed in more relaxed clothing, and laying on the couch, thumbing through a book.

when he hears the front door creak open and sees you stumble inside, nanami places the book down and looks at you.

“i ran a bath for you already. after you get dressed, you can eat the dinner i prepared.”

you give him a tired, but grateful grin in return and cheekily ask him to join you in the bath.

nanami denies your request, but he does sit on the edge of the bathtub to keep you company. he’ll wash your hair and your back for you, and the tension in your shoulders melts away when nanami drags his hand in between them.

he hands you a towel to dry off along with one of his t-shirts and a pair of sleep shorts for you to change into.

after you change into your clothes for the night, you drag yourself into the kitchen and come up behind nanami, wrapping your arms around his middle and nuzzling your face into the space in between his shoulders.

“thank you, kento,” you sleepily tell him, pressing a kiss to his back.

nanami turns around in your hold to press a kiss to your forehead, “always, my love.”

— sukuna ryomen.

now playing: hold me down by daniel caesar

sukuna loathes how he feels for you.

it’s pathetic that the king of curses harbors any sort of fondness for a mortal.

you drive him mad. he cannot fathom what it is that draws him to you.

but sukuna finds it oh so amusing that you like him.

you’re painfully obvious about your little puppy dog crush on him.

he loves popping up while itadori is talking to you and will insert himself into the conversation.

he aims to fluster you and revels in the way your words will falter and you’ll start tripping up on what you were saying.

although he likes teasing you, sukuna enjoys it even more when you respond with a quip of your own.

it makes you even more interesting.

you’re intriguing to sukuna.

you don’t approach him with the same fear that other sorcerers do. instead, you approach him with almost a child-like curiosity. you often ask him questions that others never have before like you’re actually interested in what he has to say. you’re a rather strange human, he thinks.

once sukuna accepts that his soft spot for you isn’t going away at all, rather it seems to be getting larger, he gets so possessive. you’re his little human now.

sukuna loves hearing you say that you love him. will make you repeat yourself over and over again. it’s like a boost to his ego.

you tease that he’s your favorite curse, but sukuna’s response is something like “obviously i am.”

you’re the only thing that sukuna has any sort of attachment to so he’s very protective over you.

will not hesitate to strike anyone down that even contemplates harming you because you're his.

[lovemesomesurveys]

[joybucket @ bzoink]

What was the last song you listened to on repeat?   I’m not one to typically play songs on repeat. 

When was the last time you saw fireworks? 💥   A couple years ago. I had to watch them on TV last year cause I was in the hospital. 

Out of all the community service or volunteer work you have done, what has been your favorite, and why?   I like volunteering at the homeless shelter. I served food and organized donations. 

Would you rather visit New York or California? Why?   I’ve lived in California all my life. I would love to visit New York someday. 

Do you normally eat healthy? 🥗   No.

Which do you use more: your computer or your phone?   My phone.

Who is your favorite Disney princess?   Ariel counts, right?

Have you ever tried hard drugs?   No. All I’ve ever done is weed. 

What are three of your favorite toppings for a pizza? 🍕   Garlic, spinach, and crumbled meatballs.

What are three of your favorite ingredients for a salad? 🥗   Cheese, hard boiled eggs, spinach. 

What color was the last hoodie you wore?   I wore my black Wednesday hoodie earlier to my doctor appointment. 

Would you rather ride on a ferris wheel 🎡 or a merry-go-round? 🎠   Neither, really.

When was the last time you went to the mall? 🛍️   Oh man, it’s been so long. I think it’s been 3 years now. 

Are you comfortable with silence?   I don’t like complete silence, it makes me anxious. The silence really can be so loud as they say.

If you wear glasses, what color are they? 🤓 and what grade were you in when you started wearing glasses?   I wear black rimmed glasses. I first started wearing them when I was in 3rd grade. 

Do you express yourself better out loud or in writing?   I’ve always felt that I’m able to express myself better in the written form. Verbally, I’m a mess and it doesn’t seem to come out right. 

What are three little things that you enjoy?   Coffee, Reese’s, and cozy throw blankets. 

What was the last book you had trouble putting down? 📖   I’m currently reading, “The Girl and the Christmas Past” by AJ Rivers. It’s one of many the author has in an ongoing series and I’ve been hooked. 

What is one thing you are enthusiastic about?   Movies and TV shows I’m obsessed with. 

What is the best compliment you've ever received?   Uhh, I don’t know.

Do you believe in miracles? ✨   Yes.

Have you ever witnessed or experienced a miracle? ✨   Yes.

What color is your favorite sweater?   My favorite is my black Wednesday hoodie. 

Do you like the smell of old books? 📚   I love it.

Do you own a dreamcatcher?   No.

Have you ever made a dreamcatcher?   Yeah, I did that a lot as a kid. They were pretty popular in the 90s. 

What are three ways in which you are not normal?   I don’t know, I feel like I’m abnormal in a lot of ways.

Would you rather be able to travel through time or through space?   >> well, we're already travelling through both at all times-- <<< True, but I do wish I could travel back in time.

Would you rather eat Chinese food or Italian food?   Italian. 

How many bracelets are you wearing right now? 📿   One. 

Do you prefer tea or coffee? ☕️   Coffee. 

What are three of your favorite things to do at the beach? 🏝️   I like to just chill in my tent, look out at the ocean, listen to the waves crash in and out, and feel the nice ocean breeze. I spend a lot of time just clearing my mind and actually being able to relax a bit. I love the beach. 

Do you sing in the shower? 🚿   Yeah. It’s where I pretend I can actually sing, haha. 

What is your favorite season, and why?   I love fall and winter. I love everything about those seasons like the weather, the holidays, the smells, the colors, the clothes, the coziness... everything. 

What is your favorite musical? 🎭   Sweeney Todd. 

How many people have you hugged in the past year? 🤗   Uhh, I think just 4. 

Do you like hugs? 🤗   Yeah, from certain people. I’m not the type of person who always hugs everyone when greeting them or saying goodbye. I don’t initiate them. All that being said, hugs can be nice. 

When was the last time you painted something? 🎨   Earlier this year, actually. My aunt and I did a few art projects when she came to visit me.

What are three creative hobbies you enjoy?   Coloring, writing, making bracelets. 

Are you truly happy with your life right now?   No.

Which genre of music do you listen to the most? 🎶   I listen to variety. 

When was the last time you lit a candle? 🕯️   I don’t light candles. I’m a scady cat. 

When was the last time you built a blanket fort?   Not since I was a kid. My cousins and I used to do that all the time. 

When was the last time you took a relaxing bath? 🛀   When I was a kid.

What are three random things you are good at?   I’m not particularly good at anything. 

What types of cancer are in your family (that you know of)?   I know melanoma is. 

When was the last time you blew bubbles? 🫧   I have no idea. 

What color are your eyes? 👀 Brown.

[tipsydipsydo]

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Gender of the Reader: Female

Word Count: 1.2k

Rating: 18+

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Sexual Language; Dirty Talk; Dom-/Sub Dynamics (Switchy Kook and switchy Reader; Kook was dominant at first and slowly turns into subby! Kook 😇💕); Wall Sex; lowkey Strength-Kink; Marking; Petnames; Praising; Begging; Mentions of Pubic Hair; Teasing; soft Edging; unprotected vaginal Sex (please stay safe!); Creampie; Mentions of Face-Sitting; Mentions of Cumplay;

A/N: Like usually, my dear Sibi @borathae was my Muse again after we thirsted about Jungkook's bulky Biceps together and she gave me a lot of Inspo for this here! ♡ (It's also more like another thing to tease the shit out of her and make her feral and angy at me 😂 Sorry not sorry Babe 😇)

Her Statement in one Audio Message:

"Why do you do this always to me? I swear, I'll never gonna tell you any of my fucking kinks again because you just gonna fucking use them against me!"

....yes, I would say that's kinda accurate? I'm sorry not sorry? 🤷🏻‍♀️😁

Synopsis: You don't know why but today was the first Day you realized how buff and bulky Jungkook's Biceps are. And the fact that they look delicious when they're tensed up...

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A guttural, almost animalistic grunt leaves Jungkook's throat as he crashes with his muscular and well defined body once more into yours and pounds you against the hallway wall.

His forearms are hooked under your knees and holding you up against the wall, giving him the best access to bury his thick length with every thrust balls deep into your juices dripping cunt.

Jungkook lowers his view to the spot where you two are connected, a deep feral growl found his way out of his gritted teeths. The cute curls of your pubic hair are drenched in your arousal, in lube and probably in his precum too and glisten seductively in the dummes light of the hallway.

His almost wolfish noises send an electric shock of lust down your spine. You feel it, deep down in your chest, how a loud moan full of pleasure and primal sexual desire builds up and waits for his chance to be freed.

Your own sounds of pure and raw need joins Jungkook's audible expressions and creates a filthy and so intoxicating melody. The exchange of his deep growls and your moans and whimpers makes you even wetter and lets Jungkook's girthy cock twitch noticeably in your pussy.

You purr in delight as your lips came in contact with his soft and sweaty skin and immediatedly starts sucking harshly on his smooth skin.

A trembling and high-pitched whine escapes his so beautiful swollen lips, a noise which stands in complete contrast to that low growl before. Quickly he presses his lips together and hid his flustered face with red flushed cheeks in the crook of your neck.

At the beginning of this naughty intercourse he was surrounded by such a massive Dom Aura. He pounded the shit out of you and showed no mercy, loved the feeling to be fully in charge and used you like he desired. As if you are his little fuckdoll.

...and honestly, you loved it. Even when you're more a Switch with a strong dominant side, you truly loved it to get manhandled by him.

But his Dom starts to crumble, piece for piece he falls slowly apart and reveals his strong submissive Side. Kook's sweet whimper and his adorable Shyness about his cute noise draws the attention of your inner Dom to your sweet and shy Boy.

Your Switches works perfectly with each other. Whenever Kookie turns back into a more submissive behaviour, your own Dom comes out and couldn't wait to claim tje precious Boy as your own again.

The need to mark him, to re-new the fading hickeys and to ruin him all over again is incredibly high. Your mouth leaves a trail of dark marks behind and wanders over to your personal favourite spot, his pulse point.

Jungkook gasps and a strangled, whiny moan comes in pants over his cherry red lips. Greedy desire shoots through his veins and his hips speeds even more up, fucking into you in a rapid pace and are searching for any kind of relief.

You're lost in your own pleasure but you are still able to manage to clench around him just right. It drives him insane and he's not joking at all.

He knows this feeling, it feels like as if it's already too much but still not enough for him to cum. He gets this feeling very often since you two are in a relationship, you're almost always able to make him feel this way.

This feeling is tortourious but also unbelievable amazing and it already made him lowkey addicted to it.

You chuckles at the sight of him in front of you, he's all subby and and needy for you again. Gently you push the few sweat-soaked strands of hair out of his face before you lift his chin up to you to give him a long and passionate kiss. He mewls and his body trembles when he hears your greedy growl as your palm and fingers wraps around his buff and tensed up biceps.

"Hm? What was that? Was your inner Dom not strong enough to keep the façade of being all bossy up? Was your sweet Sub stronger than you want to admit, so you turned in my sweet precious Baby Boy again? Oh Baby, don't be shy~ being a submissive Boy isn't a Bad thing at all! You know how much I love it to have you that way, my sweet Darling~", you coo at him and make him blush even more.

Your teasing words makes him all flustered and shy but whebeveryou call him 'Baby Boy', his cock twitches inside of you and tiny whimper comes through his slightly open lips.

"Bab- Mistress! P-Please... I-I need to c-cum! I can't take it and longer...", pants Jungkook in a whiny and trembling voice, some hiccups follows and it sounds like he's near to tear up. Maybe from your teasing words or the humiliation of his own body to fall so quickly back into his submissive position.

"Oh Baby, don't cry, okay? It's absolutely okay and normal to fall back into the position you're most used to. It's fine, Baby Boy. Cum for your Mistress, stuff your creamy cum deep inside of her pussy and fill her all up to the brim~", you wisper sweetly in his ear. Pulling him with your calves on his lower back even further into your greedy cunt.

"O-Oh my God, y-yes! T-Thank you so much, Mistress, thank you! Will fill you up like the Good Boy I am!", he cry out and promises you over and over again.

It doesn't take long anymore, just a few more thrusts to make Jungkook cum deep into you. Shoots rope after rope of thick creamy white cum into your tight, velvety walls until you feel in a special way pretty full. Yes, your sweet Boy is a very healthy Boy and has huge loads to give and to play around.

"That's it, pretty Boy. Such a good Boy you are for me~", you praise him softly and smiles fondly at him while you play gently with the hair in his nape. Nevertheless, your Darling is a shy bean and doesn't dare to look up at you. Until a certain realisation hits him.

"Miss... You didn't cum. Can you sit on my face so I can make it up to you? Pretty Please? Wanna make you feel good too and wanna taste myself in your pretty pussy...", he begs and looks now into your face with those adorable big doe eyes.

Gosh, why is this Boy just so awfully cute and sweet?! You can barely say no to such loving doe eyes.

"...oh Baby, you're too cute for your own good! Go on then, get yourself what that Golden Boy desires."

[tobiosmilktea]

the love club — miya atsumu

fourteen: to late night travels

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a/n: my ability to write has been 📉poopy📉 recently, but anyway stan the miya twins for clear skin ✨🧚‍♂️

fury melted across kita shinsuke’s face the moment his eyes peered at you and the twins. his arms were braided over each other’s as the rest of inarizaki’s volleyball team stood rod straight behind the captain as they watched you guys approach. a meek smile forced itself to appear upon your visage as if it were to light up the awkward mood. it wasn’t like you couldn’t help it anyway, as you were just a mere stranger to these guys.

you tried your best to ease your nerves as the twins brushed past you and greeted their coach and team captain brightly. it certainly left a weird taste in your mouth with the way they acted as if you weren’t the primary reason of being late. god, you already felt like a burden asking them to let you go to nationals when you weren’t even in the club, but being late on top of that made you just want to crawl under your bed sheets for the next century.

despite trying your best to hide your weariness, atsumu could practically see right through you. he was the only one who could tell out of everyone else there as he watched you purse your lips into a tight line. he first noticed these nervous habits of yours the day of the project presentation. with the way your perspiring hands were dried against your skirt or how you would teeter your weight back and forth from your left to your right heel. they were all such small and discrete things that most wouldn’t even notice, but with how much atsumu liked to look at you he seemed to be to only one to even care how uncomfortable you were right now.

atsumu cleared his throat as his large palms gently rested on your shoulders.

“what are you—?”

“hey guys, this is (y/l/n) (y/n). she’ll be helping adachi-san with managerial work, please be nice to her.” the blond setter announced and was immediately greeted by loud (at least for 2 in the morning) greetings from the rest of the team.

the words to say hi back had hitched in your throat. instead, you opted to give them another smile and a bow before fishing into your eye-raisingly large duffel bag. they were completely filled with dozens of bags of macarons, all of which were colored coded by which team they were supposed to be given to.

“it’s nice to meet you, (y/l/n). i hope the twins didn’t cause you any trouble,” kita walked up to you and held his hand out. however, instead of shaking it you placed the bag of treats upon his palm as he his eyes furrowed in confusion.

“i made the entire team macarons,” you explained. “it’s basically a thank you for letting me come.”

“they smack!” atsumu shouted from behind kita.

the captain scoffs, shaking his head as he turned over his shoulder. “i know, i’m the one who told you about the bakery in the first place.” he looked back at you, “thank you.”

as kita made his way towards the front of the bus, osamu’s tall figure immediately came into view as he held his hands out eagerly. “so... about those macarons?”

a light chuckle emitted from your lips as you reached into your bag again. the moment you placed the macarons within his hands, he didn’t hesitate, not even for a second to open up the baggie of sweets. 

“thanks,” his voice muffled after he just stuffed his mouth.

you then continued on down the line giving each team member and even the coach and the manager their own fair share. eventually, everyone was piling into the bus as quickly as possible.

they even let you go on and take a seat first so you wouldn’t be ran over by the team. you opted to sit near the front of the bus at a window seat despite preferring the back. however, with your lack of sleep and your eye lids threatening to close any minute, you figured the front is always quieter than the rowdy back portion of the bus.

the moment you settled yourself, the boys were making their way in all nice and civil until the twins make their way on (go figure). 

“samu, move!” atsumu exclaimed as he pushed his brother of the narrow aisle just so he could plop himself down next to you.

a scoff left osamu as he brushed himself off, “chill, i was just joking when i said i was gonna sit next to her first.”

you stop yourself from letting a smirk to melt upon your expression as you shifted slightly in your seat. the thought of atsumu potentially interrupting your need for sleep didn’t even cross your mind as you watched the setter stick his tongue out towards his brother in retaliation.

before you could even notice, everyone was settled into their seats and the bus was already pulling out of inarizaki high’s parking lot. almost immediately did you feel your eyelids start to droop at each waking moment.

“hey,” atsumu called out next to you. your state of drousiness practically leaving your body the moment you heard his voice, “thanks for the macarons by the way.”

“no problem,” you say gently. the fatigue was evident in your voice as the usual kick in of your usual personality was practically nonexistent.

atsumu was well aware that you had been awake for far too long and he genuinely wanted you to get rest. yet that anchoring feeling of him looking forward to this moment to even sit next to you for a good six hours for a chance to vibe was getting in the way. he wanted you to be okay and healthy, yet he also wanted to get to know you better.

“who did you want to visit in tokyo, again?” he suddenly asked after a few beats of silence. it sounded a bit forced as he noticed the more he waited to talk to you, the more of a chance you were to have fallen asleep already.

your cheek rested against the palm of your hand as you looked over at him. the sky was still obsidian dark, drenching the insides of the bus to be just as dim if it weren’t for the occasional street lights they were passing by. and yet, even in the most unflattering lighting, atsumu still couldn’t help but notice the inkling of his heart beat suddenly getting irregular just by the sight of you.

“they’re competing at nationals as well and i’ve been trying to meet up with them for a while.” you answer truthfully.

atsumu lifted an eyebrow, “oh really? d’you think we’re going up against one of them?”

you shrug, placing a finger over your lips. “that’s a secret for you to find out the day of.” you teased playfully as you completely ignored the fact that you were bantering with someone you were supposed to hate.

maybe it was the lack of sleep. yeah... maybe that’s it.

“don’t tell me you’re a homewrecker now, (y/n).” atsumu shot back only for a smooth laugh to leave your lips.

it sounded like music to his ears knowing he was the reason you did that.

you lifted yourself off of your palm as you patted atsumu’s broad shoulder, “nah, i’m an inarizaki stan for life. i’m rooting for you guys.”

it was then you yawned for the first time the entire night.

atsumu found it strange how used you were to staying up late at nights. not to mention the only reason why you were even tired at two in the morning was that you had practically been awake for more than twenty-four hours already (only reason he had known was because you mentioned you were playing valorant with your friends until four in the morning the night before).

he concluded that no matter what, atsumu would always find himself in this type of tranquil silence with you, much to his surprise, and yet it was best if he doesn’t get used to it. atsumu wasn't sure how long this peace between you and him would last considering the moment you woke up—no longer fatigued and was finally thinking clearly—that you and him would be back to normal with you hating him and him annoying you.

atsumu didn’t want that to happen.

the thought was evident on the tip of his tongue. his words on the cusp of leaving his lips, a sudden weight on his shoulder interrupted his train of thought.

he turned his neck slightly, flickering his gaze towards the top of your head in which you had fallen into slumber. atsumu’s eyes were wide at the sudden contact, but he was sure as hell not complaining. he shifted a bit in his seat for you to rest your head a bit more comfortably as he couldn’t help but notice your faint aroma of peaches and freshly baked deserts.

“goodnight,” atsumu whispered, yet the feeling of saying it in real life definitely hit different rather than texting it to you.

fun facts! —

atsumu ended up knocking the fuck out thirty minutes after y/n fell asleep

kita is sitting in the same aisle as atsumu and y/n but on the other side cause he’s sitting alone

osamu and suna are sitting behind kita while aran is sitting right behind atsumu and y/n

y/n ended up waking up four hours later and spamming her gc, and since tanaka and her are the only ones travelling, they were the only ones awake at the time

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New Normal//Mark Tuan (Got7)

Request: Could you write a Mark Tuan Scenario where he starts crushing on the shy short cute girl that works at his local grocery store? I hope this makes sense and I hope you are staying safe and healthy!

Pairing: Idol!Mark Tuan x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of Covid-19

Words: 4.5k

(A/N: This is kinda all over the place so sorry about that (Also running on 0 hours of sleep for the past two days so the editing is a little sloppy). And I feel like I didn’t really execute the concept too well but this was just one of the plots I came up with that honestly stuck with me

Mark put on the fakest genuine smile he could as the two girls snapped photos, quickly pulling his mask back on as they checked to make sure the pictures came out perfectly. He was prepared to walk away as they said their thanks, bowing politely and even inching further from the area, only to stop with wide eyes.

“Wait, Mark, do you live in this neighborhood? We live just a few blocks away, I can’t believe we haven’t seen you bef-“

“N-no! No, I’m not from the area, I just had to find a fully stocked grocery store is all. Everyone’s been going crazy since the outbreak so-“

“Right!” The girls spoke simultaneously, still not moving away as they discussed how people have been handling Covid-19 so far, Mark staring intently and nodding as if he were listening but, really, he was using all his willpower to not roll his eyes in annoyance.

Mark didn’t hate his fans, he adored them more than anything, but the idea that even during a pandemic they would bother him for photos and autographs, even in a busy and buzzing grocery store, was irritating. He didn’t even want to leave his home that day, but the fact he was running low on toiletries and needed more perishables made the trip essential. But after standing in this one spot for the past ten minutes with a shopping cart filled with food, tissue, and body wash, and two girls that seemed to be in their own world as their topic jumped from Covid to Loona fancams, he was determined to make this his last trip for at least a month.

“But did you see Yves?! She’s so pretty and-“

“Excuse me, I’m going to have to ask you to move from the area and maintain a distance of 2 meters between all of you.” A man said with a cheery voice and smile that could be seen through his mask although it reached his eyes as well.

“Oh! Sorry! Thank you for the photos!” One of them said, dragging her friend along as Mark let out a sigh of relief, the man stepping slightly closer to him but not enough to invade his space.

“You don’t have to leave the area. One of our cashiers said those girls wouldn’t leave you alone and assumed you needed help. Sorry to disturb you.” He said, preparing to walk off before Mark hurried to tap his shoulder.

“Wait, which cashier?” He asked. He was tired of human contact at this point, but really thought they deserved a proper thanking.

“Oh, right there. Her name’s (Y/n).” He said, giving one more smile before finally walking off.

It seems like you had been watching the scene unfold for a while, gaze intense and focused on the male ahead of you and, even as you watched your manager point in your direction, causing him to lock eyes with you, you couldn’t bring yourself to look away. Well, not until you saw him walk in your direction with his cart ahead of him.

You didn’t mean to stare at him, it was natural for your eyes to wander to people entering the store, but to see someone this attractive? It felt like you spotted a unicorn. You would glance up occasionally to see if he’d pass by again, watching him going back and forth in the aisles as if he’d been there forever, yet you’ve never seen him before. Maybe it’s because you were working full-time now that you didn’t have to travel so far out to school, or maybe he was just new to the area. You wanted to ask, but how could you just approach someone like him? He was cool and you were…Well, you. He’d probably walk past you like you were some nobody. But once you saw him stop to speak with two girls, you knew you most likely had a chance, but you couldn’t just interrupt their conversation to start your own. So, you waited. And waited. And waited, until so much time had passed you managed to check out three customers with enough groceries per person to feed five villages, but you couldn’t shake off how expressive his eyes were. He was miserable, obviously not in the mood to stand around and chat all day, and if you weren’t going to start a conversation, you could at least help him go back to shopping and getting back home instead of lingering in the virus hotspot you called work. You thought all would be well and done once you alerted your manager, but you didn’t expect the very man you were creeping on to approach you.

You were freaking out, trying to look busy in hopes he’d go away but the sound of his cart only grew louder, a pathetic whine leaving your mouth once you looked back up, putting on the bright smile you typically did as you greeted him, not wanting to seem even more ridiculous than you did.

“H-hello, sir, are you ready to check out?”

“Uh, yeah, sure.” Mark said, clearing his throat as he began unloading his cart, eyes trained on you although your head was low, gaze focused on the items slowly approaching you on the conveyor belt.

He couldn’t see your face but he knew you were cute, your voice evidence enough of that. You were working fast but just slow enough for him to notice small quirks about you. You mumbled under your breath about how ridiculously priced a bag of rice was, making some joke about how it was probably the cure to every disease since it was so expensive. You weren’t talking to him but he could tell you had a sarcastic nature to you, your jokes making him stifle chuckles to save you from being anymore nervous around him. He didn’t like the awkwardness though, the way you avoid his eyes to continue scanning the candy he threw onto the belt in an attempt to stay in your line for as long as possible without speaking not what he had planned when approaching you. He was naturally timid, but the way you were watching him proved you knew who he was, so he didn’t have to be himself. Right now, he just had to think of you as one of the fangirls you saved him from, and his idol persona could ease the situation immediately.

“I just wanted to thank you for your help. I don’t think I would’ve gotten out of here if you weren’t watching.”

Your eyes snapped up to see his face, a blush creeping onto your own as you tried to find some excuse as to why you were staring before, nothing coming to mind except maybe just being honest, but is telling him you only noticed his distress because he was so gorgeous the right way to go? No, you had to be cool about this, maybe it’ll keep you from turning into a tomato, especially with the way his eyes went from doughy and sweet to sharp and flirtatious.

“W-well, I figured you just wanted to hurry out of here, y’know? No one wants to be out during a pandemic, right?” You giggled and Mark could’ve sworn he was having a heart attack.

He swallowed thickly, eyes scanning your entire being as you finally bagged the final item, pressing total and reading it back to him, your eye smile all he could see. He figured you knew who he was once he took of his mask earlier, but it seemed like you were completely oblivious. He didn’t want another encounter like before but, knowing he could simply pay and leave at this point was comforting, so giving a quick thanks to a potential fan that saved him wasn’t too big of a deal.

“You probably don’t have idols come by a lot, do you?” He asked, watching to see your reaction, only to find your eyes glancing to the side and brows furrow in confusion, deep in thought before gasping out loud.

“Well, not idols, but Son Heung-Min stopped by once and took photos with some of us! He was a lot nicer than he looks!” You joked, Mark nodding in both understanding and confusion.

So you were more of a sports girl? You certainly didn’t look that way. Even from behind the register, he could tell he towered above you by a good 6 or 7 inches, your introverted personality made it hard to believe you’d work well in a team, and you seemed just a bit too young to care more about sports than idol groups. Not that it was anything rare, but almost every girl in your age group knew one or more kpop group, but you managed to name a soccer player that plays six months out of a year instead of a single idol that had promotions almost year round. You treated him as if he wasn’t famous, like any other customer. And he loved it. He didn’t feel the need to repay you by making your heart flutter at the mere presence of his celebrity status, but rather as a human would another human.

Before he could think of such a way to do so, he found himself in your debt once more, your hands filled with ten bags of various items he purchased, placing them neatly into his cart before sighing in relief, giving another smile to him.

“I’m guessing we won’t see you here for a while.” You joked, his lips unable to curve upward in amusement at the statement, knowing he really had no reason to return any time soon, but his curiosity made it impossible for him to accept that.

You were strange to him. Other idols treated him like a celebrity even when they were at the same height of fame, fans treated him like some god, but you? You were instructing him to use the pin pad to complete his transaction like you did any other person to walk through your line. Maybe you didn’t care that he was an idol, maybe you just didn’t know, but to think you were someone he didn’t have to fear when leaving his home, someone he didn’t have to hide from in case they wanted to invade his privacy and risk his health. Ironically, you were the breath of fresh air he couldn’t seem to get in the outside world.

“Yeah, I guess I won’t be seeing you for a while.” He commented, watching you bow politely before diverting your attention to an elderly man slowly unloading his basket, Mark’s body reluctantly heading to the exit as he tried not to stare at you any longer. It really would be a while before he saw you again.

But a while for Mark was only three days. He made the excuse that he forgot to buy kimchi to come back, scanning the store until he spotted you pushing a shopping cart filled with cans, scanning the shelves before grabbing a few to place them into empty slots. He was hoping he could talk to you personally at your register again, but he figured this would do for now.

You didn’t sense him as you hummed an unfamiliar tune, hands busy tidying the two rows of canned corn before moving on to the canned bread, a grimace on your face at the idea of bread in a tin can.

“That sounds gross.” You nearly screamed as Mark’s voice echoed behind you, your body turning to face him as you shrank under his gaze. It wasn’t scary, just very intense despite his eyes being so soft and inviting.

“Oh. How are you today, sir?” You asked, bowing politely as you smiled brightly at him, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he tried to keep his face from going bright red, silently praying this interaction goes the way he fantasized in his head the past few days.

“’sir’? I’m surprised my hero doesn’t remember me.” He wanted to hide at how stupid that sounded, suddenly rethinking his entire plan of even showing up here, but the way your eyes grew in size while scanning the floor around you, picking apart your memories to decipher what he meant and who he was, slightly put him at ease once more.

“I-I don’t kno-“

“It’s me.” Mark chuckled, pulling his mask down just enough to give you a warm smile before covering his face once more, a relieved giggle leaving you as you realized it was only him.

“You really had me worried. I didn’t think you’d be back so soon.” You admitted, turning back and continuing to placing the cans on the shelves behind you, not wanting to slow down on your work.

Mark was anxious, not wanting to lose your attention but not wanting to seem desperate. You were most likely going ask how was his day then move on without another thought, but he didn’t come all the way back here just to have a two minute conversation with you. But that’s really all he needed, just a bit of normalcy in the now upside down world.

“Yeah, I just needed some kimchi. Didn’t realize I was running low.” He chuckled, growing worried as you remained silent, only to see you jumping pathetically to place a can of mackerel onto a higher shelf, your free hand grasping the shelf below it to hoist yourself up, a gasp leaving you as you stumbled backwards, Mark placing his jar onto the floor and catching you by your waist to hold you steady.

Your eyes were wide, flickering up to him as he set you back onto the ground, grabbing the can from you and placing it into its spot.

“How about I help you? I don’t want you to get hurt.” He said, your cheeks burning as your body felt like it was shrinking in on itself, trying to escape the tingles his invisible handprints left on you, your head low as you nodded with a meek ‘thank you’.

You stood at his side as he placed cans onto higher shelves, you working on the lower ones to keep him from feeling like an unpaid worker. It was a bit too quiet for your liking, your eyes glancing at him every once in a while to take in his appearance, hoping you could find something to talk about. He was only wearing black joggers and a white t-shirt, his hair a honey brown shade, the only thing that stood out was the beauty hiding beneath his mask, but you couldn’t start a conversation like that! It’d be too weird! You had to stop overthinking, the answer right in front of you as you noticed the jar of kimchi waiting idly by as he focused on making each row straight.

“Are you sure one jar of kimchi’s gonna be enough for you? I usually finish an entire jar with one meal.” You said, partially lying considering you could finish half a jar before feeling full.

“Uh, yeah, I don’t really eat it all that often but I was craving it today.”

“Oh.”

More silence. You didn’t bother to speak again, feeling as if he didn’t want to talk to you anymore. Maybe it’s because you’re making him do your work, or you’re just boring, that last idea causing you to feel a little embarrassed seeing as he happily came to you with the intentions of talking, only for you to have nothing to say. You wanted to just crawl back to your tiny register and hide at that point.

“You must work a lot.” He commented, your eyes snapping up as his words, body jolting when you realize he had his eyes locked on you.

“I would’ve figured you’d have a few days off since I last saw you, just so you aren’t too overwhelmed.” He added, a dry laugh leaving you as you returned to your work, crouching down to straighten the bowls of instant ramen that were suddenly mixed up and unorganized.

“Well, I could took some days off but if I don’t work, this place would be in chaos with everyone trying to stock up before this virus gets worse. Plus, it keeps me from being bored at home every day.” You admitted, not thinking the conversation would take such an upsetting turn, your mood a bit down as you finally felt weeks’ worth of exhaustion hit you, your words flowing out precariously as he listened carefully.

“I’m honestly really socially awkward, but I value human connection, so I try to stay positive and pretend nothing’s changed but, it’s like I’m always having one-sided conversations with customers. No one has time to talk when they’re busy trying to stay healthy, so I can’t really blame them. But, I was really happy when you talked to me, I finally had an actual conversation again. Talking to you makes it feel like nothing’s changed.” You giggled, finally facing the man above you.

Mark’s eyes were hard with a strange mixture of sadness and understanding. He had his groupmates to talk to, his family and friends as well, but facetime conversations were nothing like being there and present. It was comforting knowing you felt somewhat normal when talking with him, the same way he felt just by seeing you, but it pained him knowing that he could show up any day and you wouldn’t be here, cooped up in your home with nothing but your thoughts, or him staying home while you assisted customers that only acknowledged you when they were ready to pay and leave. He didn’t know why you made him feel this way, not acting on pity but a protective instinct that seemed to gnaw at his very being with every second that passed. You were his new normal as he was yours, and he wanted you to know that.

“You know, I only really came here to see you.” He admitted, slowly lowering himself until he was crouching at your level, your eyes locked on one another’s as he tried find the right words.

“When I met you, I thought you were so weird, but it makes me want to see you even more. And I hope you’re fine with seeing me too.”

“S-seeing you?” Your voice was small, the way you swallowed as you anticipated his next words was visible as he gave you a final glance before fishing his phone from his back pocket, pressing the ‘Create New Contact’ option and handing it to you, your eyes going between the device and his hidden but noticeably kind face.

“Whenever you’re working, let me know so I can at least stop by to keep you company, even if it’s for a few minutes. And, on your days off, we can talk as much as you want, m-maybe go out to any place that’s open.” He didn’t want that last part to sound like a confession, it was way too soon for that, but he was silently praying you took it that way.

It took a second to comprehend the situation, a whirlwind of emotions swirling inside of you as you slowly took his phone, typing away at both letters and numbers before pressing ‘Done’ at the upper corner. Mark allowed you to slip the phone back into his hand, a smile on his lips at the random string of numbers followed by a name he couldn’t stop thinking about since he met you. He hurriedly sent you a text before placing his phone back into his pocket, holding his hands out once more for you to take as you both slowly stood.

“I should probably get back to work. The cool manager isn’t here today.” You joked, hand cupping his as a silent plea for him to stay, but you knew he couldn’t, that’s what his number was for, right?

“You can always reach me if you need someone to talk to. But, I don’t think I’ll be back for a few days.” He said with a sad tone, your head nodding understandingly although your disappointment was evident.

“Don’t overwork yourself, okay?” He released one of your hands to ruffle your hair, your body shrinking under his touch as you giggled unconsciously.

The air around you seemed thick as you watched him collect his jar of kimchi and head down the aisle and away from you. It felt like an empty promise the way he said he’d be there for you, but you knew you couldn’t keep him there forever. It wasn’t fair.

You sighed, returning to the now empty cart to take it back outside for customers to use, but not before checking your phone. It was always on silent because they weren’t allowed to use it during work, but you never knew what kind of emergency could arise during your shifts. You took a quick peak, expecting nothing important before seeing an unsaved number had texted you, your finger quickly opening it and, at that moment, you couldn’t be happier about the sly lie you were just told.

‘I’ll stop by before the store closes :) -Mark’

Ever since then, Mark kept his word. He was always in the store whenever you told him you’d be working, he would pick you up from work and go to any available restaurant to make sure you’ve eaten, and he always text or called you on your days off to either invite you to hang out or just pass the time in your own homes, separate but together. You were two weeks into the new arrangement and haven’t felt more alive, mainly because the nervousness you felt in the presence of someone so handsome turned into a full blown crush, every interaction sending you into a fit of blushes and giggles. You both were shy but grew to be playful and a lot more flirtatious, Mark’s confidence with every pick-up line causing your once bold behavior to fade into the bashful one he experienced upon your first meeting.

He thought you were cute, he said it all the time. You thought he was cute, you admitted it just a few nights ago once you gathered to courage to explain how you ended up “saving him”. He was smart, kind, always sharing funny stories about his old “roommates” that you couldn’t get enough of. He would sing songs softly as they played from the speakers in his car, his voice soft and angelic just like the smile he adorned, everything about him screaming perfection. You never wanted someone more than you wanted him and, tonight, as you finally settled into the passenger seat of his car after an eight hour shift, his free hand in yours as he steered out of the parking lot, you know he felt the same.

“You’re a lot touchier lately.” You joked, your free hand playing with his fingers as his eyes flickered between you and the road.

“What? You don’t like it?” His lips curled into a smirk, your heart stuttering in your chest.

“It’s not that. I just didn’t think you’d be into awkward cashiers.”

“And how do you know I’m into you?” Luckily there was a red light so that Mark could give you his undivided attention, a wave of contentment washing over him as you looked away, still flustered by his simple acts.

“I don’t know. I guess the same way I knew you were a k-pop idol.”

“So you knew?” He chuckled, giving a quick glance to the light that had yet changed.

“You were really obvious about it. You asked me about it when we first met, you sing like an angel, plus you kept saying ‘your friend BamBam’ and, knowing he’s already pretty famous just for being hilarious, it wasn’t hard to find a simple picture of you two with the rest of your group.” You said smugly, almost as if you decoded a million piece puzzle that no one else dared to touch.

“I’d honestly spend hours daydreaming you weren’t an idol, just because the thought of dating a regular person is easier. But you’ll always be an idol, and daydreaming about dating an idol is no different than actually dating one; you’d never have time together so it’d never really work.” It was such a strange confession, almost as if you were pushing him away but begging to be by his side. Your eyes were low, voice filled with sadness at the realization this was all unreal and all fairytales had to come to an end, but Mark didn’t think it had to.

He didn’t expect to be here with you, not this soon or this fast, but the last few weeks felt like months to him. You were his biggest weakness now, a constant fear that his desire to be with you would cause a slip up. Maybe a tabloid will discover your yet-to-be relationship and expose who you are, maybe some fans will catch on he lives in the area with how often he visits you at work. He was scared by how reckless he was being, yet he didn’t care. For every reckless act he was met with a bright eye smile, a warm hug only for you to scream ‘2 meters apart!’ and launch yourself away from him, and the sound of your giggles. You were the best risk he’s ever taken and he’d be damned if he’d give you up after jumping through so many hoops to get to this moment

You looked at your joined hands, his fingers weaving between yours until they were firmly intertwined, your eyes slowly ascending to his face that held no amusement or playfulness, just sincerity and a sternness that demanded you take in his every word.

“(Y/n/n), I could be a million miles away or right next to you every day and night, and I’d always have time for you. And if I don’t, I’d find a way. I promised you that.” You felt like you could faint with the way his eyes bore into yours, or that you could melt with the way his voice was so gentle yet firm, but you damn near died with the way his face slowly inched closer to yours, heart hammering against your ribcage as you silently applauded yourself for taking off your mask earlier so that nothing would slow him down.

Your eyes fluttered close, waiting for the impact of his lips on yours when a sudden honk brought you back to reality, Mark’s body withdrawing from yours reluctantly before facing forward once more, the green light causing him to immediately step on the gas, both of you hot faced but at ease. Mark might not have gotten his kiss, but he got the confirmation he needed that he wasn’t crazy for feeling the way he did, that it wasn’t a one-side attraction. The weight on his shoulders finally gone as he was free to enjoy the night with no awkwardness, no tension, just you. It truly felt like he could breathe freely again.

[sunshineandaisies]

Tuesday

Words: ~3.3k

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: language, mentions of blood/injury, a tad bit angsty?

Note: I haven’t written anything new in the marvel fandom for 4+ years now, so this is me dipping my toes back into it before I start working on new series that I have planned. And because I hate myself sometimes, I decided to write something for a character I’ve never written for, our smol bean peter. Hopefully I did okay???

A typical Tuesday for you was, well, normal. 

You’d go to school, mildly pay attention in class, and do your best to stay out of whatever drama was currently overtaking the halls of Midtown High. When the final bell of the day rang, you walked home with your headphones in, playing loud music to drown out the sounds of the city. You’d get home from school, maybe have a less than healthy snack, and watch a random television program until your mom was trying to pull you away from the couch for dinner. After dinner was eaten - and the dishes were cleaned and drying, because you needed that weekly allowance money - you shut yourself in your room to work on homework and to subsequently procrastinate that homework by playing mobile games on your phone. Usually, you’d end up falling asleep with one of your textbooks open to the page you’d been in the middle of reading and with your phone slowly dying in your hand because Candy Crush was lighting up your screen and draining the battery.

Pretty uneventful, right?

This Tuesday, however, was anything but uneventful. 

You should’ve known from the moment that Peter Parker spilled chocolate milk on your white top at lunch that the day was going to be anything but your typical Tuesday. It only got worse when he shoved a handful of napkins onto your chest, dabbing at the stain while stammering and blushing and being so frustratingly cute that you couldn’t bring yourself to yell at him for practically pawing at your chest in the middle of the cafeteria.

It didn’t end there. 

Your locker jammed between fifth and sixth period, preventing you from grabbing the calculus assignment that you had spent hours trying to complete over the weekend and making you unable to turn it in on time. The worn strap of your backpack finally broke on your walk home from school, and you were forced to carry the heavy bag in your arms, making the limbs numb and tingly by the time you finally reached your apartment. Your mom had picked up a rare night shift at the hospital at the last minute, leaving you to fend for yourself for dinner – which, in normal circumstances, would have been fine, but the Moroccan place down the street that you ordered from had given you the wrong food and you were too hungry to call them and have the order corrected.

You figured that would be the end of it. You figured that there was absolutely no way that anything could go wrong as you spent the rest of your evening actually working on homework, sprawled lazily across your bed, and bopping your head in time to the music coming through your headphones.

Oh, how wrong you were.

It had to be nearing midnight when you were startled from your chemistry homework by the sound of banging on the fire escape outside your window. You paused your music, slightly startled and more than a little confused. Sure, there were occasionally stray cats that somehow found their way to the metal platform outside your window, and sure, sometimes those cats where assholes and pushed each other around every now and then – but this…that thump either came from a very, very large cat, or someone was outside your room.

You got your answer when a very sweaty, very tired looking Peter Parker stumbled through your window and landed face down on the floor, groaning softly. Your mouth soundlessly opened and closed, opened and closed, opened and closed as you tried to find your words, but the Spider-Man suit that he wore and the red mask clutched tightly in his hand had left you absolutely speechless.

You easily stared at him for five minutes, trying to process what had just happened. Did Peter Parker really just crawl through your window and then pass out on your floor? Was Peter Parker fucking Spider-Man? Was Spider-Man – the Spider-Man – in your bedroom? Did Spider-Man touch your boobs today?

“What the fuck?” you finally spoke, startling Peter as he looked up at you with wide chocolate eyes before panic sunk in and he jumped up to his feet abruptly, which in turn only served to startle you more and make you repeat, “What the fuck?”

“Y/N?” he asked, as if he wasn’t sure that it was truly you that sat in front of him. “Shit, shit, shit,” he muttered as he started to pace, pulling at his hair nervously. “Mr. Stark is gonna kill me.” He glanced back up you, eyes still wide. “This isn’t what it looks like.”

“It looks like you’re Spider-Man,” you countered, eyes flitting over the tight suit before focusing on the mask in his hand. “You’re Spider-Man, Peter.”

“Okay, so- so maybe it is what it looks like, but I-” He cut himself off, and you could tell that he’s struggling to explain the entire thing away. Finally, he sighed. “Okay, yes. I’m Spider-Man, but you can’t tell anyone. Please, Y/N. No one else can know about this.”

You nodded slowly, abandoning your textbook and sitting at the edge of your bed as you stared at one another awkwardly. “Don’t tell anyone. Got it. But, like… Are you- Can I ask questions?”

“Um, yeah, I- I guess.” You watched him scratch the back of his neck nervously as his checks tinted pink. “Ask away.”

“First question – why are you in my room?” It seemed like the obvious question to ask. If Peter – Spider-Man – hadn’t crawled through your window in the first place, you wouldn’t even need to ask him any questions at all.

You had to bite back a laugh as you watched his eyes widen momentarily as he finally took in his surroundings, his gaze lingering on the few photos you had of you and your friends hanging on the walls and the stack of books that sat on your desk just waiting to be read. “Your room? I, uh- To be fair, when I crawled through the window, I thought it was my room.” You opened your mouth to interject, but he continued, “I live here. Well, not here, here, but in this building. With my aunt May. We live here. In this building. I must’ve swung to the wrong fire escape.”

“Swung?” you asked, his explanation providing more questions than answers. “Like with your webs?” He nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. “And you swing around the city and fight bad guys?” Another nod. “You’re Spider-Man.”

He paused, as if thinking his answer through. “Yeah.”

“This is wild,” you commented more to yourself, leaning in closer and poking at the material of his suit. He stayed completely still as you prodded the suit some more, feeling the thick fabric beneath the pads of your fingertips. You let out a short laugh and looked up at him, repeating, “You’re Spider-Man.” You laughed freely then, and the little smile he gave you was enough to make your heart pound wildly in your chest. “Don’t worry,” you assured him once the laughter died down, “your secret’s safe with me, Parker.”

You could almost feel the tension and nervous energy leave his body, and you watched as his shoulders slumped forward, finally relaxed since he first realized that you saw him as Spider-Man. “Thank you, Y/N. I know I’m asking a lot, but I- It’s really important.”

You smiled. “Don’t worry about it, Parker. My lips are sealed.” You mimed zipping your lips and locking them before throwing away the key, and it made a small burst of laughter escape his lips. “Besides, you have more things to worry about than me telling the world that you double as a superhero after school hours. Like our Spanish test in first period tomorrow.”

“Spanish test t- Shit!” You watched his eyes widen again at the reminder of the test that you both had to take in eight hours, and you couldn’t help but laugh as he quickly scrambled towards the window. Halfway through your window, he glanced back at you with a soft smile curling his lips. “I, uh- Thanks again, Y/N.”

“You’re welcome, Spider-Man.” You winked, and he was gone, crawling up the wall to the fire escape above yours. You crouched down at your window and listened for a moment longer as the sounds of Peter hauling his body over the rails of the fire escape and the opening of a different window – presumably his – echoed through the alley between your apartment building and the building next to it. Knowing that he’d be able to hear you, you called out, “Goodnight, Peter,” and shut your window.

After that night, your typical Tuesday was anything but normal.

Your mom started to regularly work night shifts on Tuesdays, and while there were no more mishaps with incorrect takeout orders, no more chocolate milk spilt on shirts, and no more jammed lockers, there was Spider-Man.

Peter was quick to realize that every Tuesday night, you would leave your window slightly open just for him regardless of how cold the autumn air outside was. Some nights, he crawled through your window as early as eight. Other nights, you didn’t see him until nearly midnight. Some nights, you would spend hours going over chemistry and calculus homework with him – because, seriously, Peter Parker may just be the smartest sixteen-year-old you’ve ever met – and discussing his latest superhero escapades. Other nights, you simply sat together on your bed, sharing candy as you talked about school, friends, family, and everything else that happened to come up in the course of your conversation.

The easy friendship you had formed with Peter had confused a few people, to say the least.

His best friend, Ned, had openly stared at you with wide eyes the first day you sat beside Peter in the cafeteria, and your friends looked at you with confused expressions before quickly following suit and taking a seat at the table. MJ – who you thankfully already had somewhat of a tentative friendship with thanks to a history project during freshman year – simply lifted her gaze to you, shrugged her shoulders in greeting, and returned to the book she was reading. Flash was quick to make a mean comment about Peter once he noticed you and your friends sitting at the table, but after you made a passing threat of sharing his Spider-Man fanfiction with the school, he scurried back to his own table with his tail between his legs.

Peter, though. Peter looked at you with such a tender expression that made your heart flutter uncontrollably in your chest and your cheeks flood with warmth as you settled into your seat beside him. You playfully knocked your shoulder against his and made a quip about Spanish class that made him laugh before falling into easy conversation with the others, though your mind never drifted far from the way that your thigh was pressed against Peter’s or the way that his pinky finger would occasionally brush over yours.

That first day you sat with Peter in the cafeteria had a domino effect. Over the course of a few weeks, you spent an increasing amount of time with Peter, both during school and outside of school hours. You walked home from school with Peter every day (or at least every day that he didn’t disappear for Spider-Man duties); you joined him, Ned, and MJ for movie nights on Fridays; and you even had dinner with Peter and May on the rare nights that you spent hours studying in Peter’s bedroom rather than alone in yours.

But the domino effect didn’t stop at just changing how you typically spent your days.

Without any warning, you found yourself falling painfully in love with the nerdy boy that lived in the apartment above yours and that masqueraded as a crime fighting superhero in the evening and on weekends (though you knew that if he were really needed during school hours, he would find an excuse to disappear from class for as long as Spider-Man was needed).

You thought about telling Peter, you really did. Every time he crawled through your window, a wide smile on his face and his cheeks tinted pink from the exertion of swinging through the city, you thought about telling him how he made your heart race in the best way. Every time his fingers brushed against your arm as you walked home or across your fingers as you sat in the cafeteria, your thought about telling him how he made your skin tingle pleasantly with just the slightest touch. Every time he appeared at your place with sandwiches from Delmar’s and spent hours on your couch watching old sitcoms, you thought about telling him how moments like that were what made you happiest.

You thought about telling Peter, but you never found the courage to speak up.

Your friendship with Peter was too valuable to risk losing it because of your feelings, and you didn’t miss the way that he would look at MJ when she wasn’t paying attention, the way that he would go out of his way to speak to her in the halls between classes, the way that he seemed so in tuned to everything that she was doing and saying. Your feelings would fade eventually, so you kept them to yourself and told yourself you were content with just friendship.

It was only fitting that it was a Tuesday night when everything changed nearly three months after Peter mistakenly crawled through your window.

Despite the December chill and the light dusting of snow on the fire escape outside your window, you left the window cracked open just enough for Peter to easily pull it open and crawl inside. It may have made your room almost unbearably cold, but it was nothing that fuzzy socks, a comfy sweatshirt, and a heated blanket couldn’t fix.

It was later than usual when Peter finally arrived, stumbling through your window when he finally managed to open and it, and it didn’t escape your notice that his fingers had left bloody streaks on the glass pane of the window.

“Peter!” You heart leapt to your throat as you scrambled from your bed to support him, and he slumped forward, struggling to stay on his feet. “Pete, c’mon. Talk to me. What’s wrong?”

“Stabbed,” he mumbled into your shoulder. “He had a knife.”

You were not prepared for this. Absolutely not. No one had ever told you that being friends with a superhero would mean them stumbling into your apartment at two in the morning with a fucking stab wound. “Okay. Uh…” You led him to your bed, helping him lay down before scanning your eyes over his body. And just as he said, there was a large slash across his abdomen, his red suit staining an even darker red as he bled from the wound. “Shit, I- Pete what do I do? Tell me how to help you.” You tugged at his suit with shaking hands, trying – and failing – to pull the material away from his body. “How do I take this fucking thing off?”

You stepped back as his hand pressed against the spider symbol on his chest, and the suit instantly enlarged, allowing you to pull it away from his body and to bunch the material around his hips. (If it hadn’t been entirely inappropriate given the circumstances, you most certainly would have taken your time appreciating the sculpted muscles on Peter’s chest and abdomen).

You inspected the damage, your eyes burning with unshed tears and the fear you felt increasing exponentially the longer you looked at the gash that marred his skin. It wasn’t too deep, but it was deep enough to nearly send you into a panic. “We should call 911, Pete,” you told him once you found your voice, though it was still thick with fear. “I- I don’t think I can help you. I don’t know how to-”

“Hey,” he whispered, his warm hand curling around yours and squeezing reassuringly. “I know you can. I watched you stitch that pig up in biology at the end of the dissection a few weeks ago.”

“I just didn’t want to leave it cut open like that,” you defended, though you knew there was really no need to. “But a dead pig is much different than a living human, Peter. I don’t…” You took a deep breath, squeezing his hand even tighter. “I’m scared, Pete.”

“It’s okay, Y/N. I promise.” He let out a hiss of pain, his jaw clenched tightly. “Your mom has a first aid kit, right?” You nodded. “Get it.”

You did as you were told, grabbing the first aid kit from the cabinet in your mom’s bathroom before returning to Peter. You worked slowly after you had cleaned his wound as well as you could and threaded the needle. Your hands shook as you started stitching the wound back together, careful to not make it any worse than it already was. Peter hissed in pain each time you poked the needle through his skin, but he whispered reassurances to encourage you. Soon, his abdomen had been stitched together, and while it certainly wasn’t pretty and would definitely scar, it looked stable.

“Thank you, Y/N. I don’t know what I would do wi-” he began, but you cut him off.

“Don’t,” you hissed. “Do you have any idea how fucking terrified I am right now?” The tears you’d been holding back while you stitched him up finally spilled from your eyes. “Do you have any idea how much it fucking hurt to see you like this?”

He sat up on the bed, bracing himself on his elbows. You didn’t miss the way he winced in pain from the movement. “Y/N, I-”

“I’m not done talking, Peter,” you snapped, wiping your tears away with the sleeve of your sweatshirt. “I get that you’re Spider-Man, that you feel responsible to protect the city and do whatever it takes to stop the bad guys, but- Fuck, Pete! You could die!”

“But I won’t!”

“You don’t know that!” you shouted, your lip trembling as you sat next to him on the bed. You lowered your voice to a whisper and repeated, “You don’t know that, Pete. You just don’t. Tonight, you got lucky. But what if next time, instead of a knife, they have a gun, and you get shot.”

He glanced up at you sheepishly, his chocolate eyes pleading with you to stop crying. “I heal fast,” he tried to reason, but it wasn’t enough to appease you. You looked away, but a gentle hand on your cheek brought your attention back to him. “Besides, I’m pretty motivated to not die. I can’t take you on a date if I’m dead.”

You opened your mouth to argue with him before promptly snapping it shut. Did he really just say that? Was it the pain and the exhaustion talking, or did he really mean it? “Date? Did you just- What did you say?” It was definitely the pain and exhaustion talking, right? It had to be.

He leaned forward and rested his head on your shoulder, and you froze, concentrating on the way his warm breath ghosted over the skin of your neck. “A date, Y/N. Uh, if you- I mean, only if you’d want-” You giggled as he stumbled over his words, tilted your head slightly to rest atop his. The action must have soothed his nerves, because he took your hand in his and confidently said, “I wanna take you on a date, Y/N.”

Your lips curled up into a wide smile, unable to contain how absolutely giddy you felt in that moment. “I’d like that, Pete,” you told him. “But we really need to have a conversation about superhero safety.”

He laughed, but it was cut off by a groan of pain. “We can probably do that.”

And unsurprisingly, your first date was on a Tuesday.

[writing-imagines]

Truths and Tattoos // An Ellie Williams imagine

Possible warnings: blood, gun use, reader feeling guilty (?)

Request: If your requests are still open can I get Ellie from last of us with a creative and quiet s/o whos covered in tattoos everywhere but her face and palms and Ellie finds out in one way or another that her s/o is also immune to cordyceps? Maybe the reader gets bit and doesn't turn or something??

You leaned against the counter of the abandoned supermarket, your sketch book open, and revealing your newest drawing of what used to be the bakery section. Even though you hated patrol duty with a passion you loved getting to see places and drawing them. Patrol also gave you the freedom to imagine what the world used to be like before everything went to hell.

Of course, you couldn’t enjoy the imagery of people walking around, not worrying about infected, because it always caused an ache to form in your chest. While being immune to the cordyceps was a huge weight off your chest, you couldn’t help but feel guilty. You had been bitten a dozen times and never even developed a fever, but the second someone inhaled spores they would be sentenced to death. It wasn’t fair and your dozens of scars and the tattoos that covered them were a constant reminder of how unfair life was.

You let out a sigh and closed your sketch book, unwilling to let your guilty thoughts interfere with work. You picked your backpack up and slid your sketchbook inside, making sure it wasn’t in a bent position. Once you threw your backpack over your shoulder, you made your way to what used to be the produce section to look for your girlfriend.

“Ellie? Where’d you go?” You called out as you rounded the corner. That section of the store was pretty dark, the only source of light came from a medium size hole in the roof. You couldn’t help but notice the debris and snow on the floor underneath the hole, you could have sworn it wasn’t there on your first sweep of the building.

“Ellie? Come on, where are you?” You called out again as you looked around the room. Normally, you would be freaked out about not being able to find your girlfriend, but you knew Ellie liked to pull pranks on you, especially when it was just the two of you on patrol.

You decided to play along with her possible prank and moved to the middle of the store. The center of the store had to be one of the creepiest places you had ever been to. Unlike the produce section, it was pitch black thanks to there being absolutely no windows. You turned on your shoulder flashlight before making your way past aisles.

“Ellie, come on. I’m getting a little tired of this.” You continued walking, an eerie feeling settling over you with each passing second. As you reached the remains of the frozen section you heard a heart stopping scream and crash. Without hesitation you quickly pulled out your pistol and aimed it in the direction of the crash, your flashlight only revealing a few feet in front of you.

“Who’s there?!” Your mind started to race as you tried to make sense of the situation. Had someone really managed to get in the store and evade you and Ellie? Another scream echoed through the empty store, causing your heart to nearly pound out of your chest. Against your better judgment you slowly started walking down the nearest aisle, trying to listen for the scream again.

When you reached the end of the aisle you pointed your gun around the corner and slowly moved out into the open. Even though your heart was racing you pushed on, fully determined to find out who managed to get past you. The blood curdling scream grew louder and louder the closer you got to the front of the store. Once you reached the remains of the checkout area you found the culprit of the scream and the cause of the crash.

Lying underneath a large metal shelf was a runner. He was desperately clawing at the floor in an attempt to escape. You felt a twinge if sadness at the sight, even though the runner could tear you to shreds. You took a few steps closer, causing the runner to swing his arms at your ankles. Once you saw he was completely stuck under the shelf you lowered your pistol.

“How the hell did you get in here?” You mumbled to yourself. The runner continued to reach for your ankles and let out a grunt. A pain formed in your chest as you continued to look at him. He was a healthy living person at one time and now he was a near mindless monster trapped under a grocery store shelf, completely at your mercy. You didn’t want to kill him, but you also couldn’t go searching for Ellie knowing he could possibly escape. With a shaky breath you aimed at his head.

“Sorry. I hope-" You were swiftly cut off by another loud scream behind you. You turned around just in time to see another runner sprinting towards you. It was only a few steps away, leaving you with no time to react. It knocked you to the ground, causing you to let go of your pistol.

All you could do was throw up your arms and scream. You couldn’t scream any words, just loud animal like howls. You fought hard to keep it’s jagged teeth away from your neck. In the midst of keeping it away from your jugular, your right hand and forearm suffered several deep bites. The runner’s teeth shredded right through your winter coat. Just as the runner bit down on your wrist, several gunshots rang out above your head, causing a loud ringing in your ears. You watched the runner fall off you before closing your eyes in pain. Not only did your arm hurt, but your ears felt like they were going to explode.

You felt two hands grab your shoulders and shake you. You forced yourself to open your eyes again. Much to your relief it was Ellie kneeling beside you and shaking your shoulders. Her lips were moving but you could only hear muffled sounds.

“Ellie.” Your eyes widened and you scrambled to hug her. She wrapped her arms around you, not caring about the uncomfortable position.

“Are you okay?” You were relieved to hear her voice instead of the ringing. Ellie pulled away from the hug and quickly looked you over. It only took a few seconds for her to notice the bite marks that pierced through your tattoos and the blood rolling down your arm.

“No, no, no, no.” She held your wounds in an attempt to stop the bleeding. You looked down to see blood rolling down Ellie’s hands and pooling on the floor.

“Fuck!” Ellie let go of your arm and walked over to the fallen shelf where the runner was trapped. The runner was dead and surrounded by blood. Ellie put her hands behind her head before quickly dropping them to her sides and kicking the metal shelf.

“Ellie.” You said, your voice barely above a whisper. Ellie turned to look at you, tears running down her cheeks. You forced yourself to stand up, trying to ignore the sting of the bites.

“I can’t believe it. I’m so sorry, y/n. I should have been with you.” Ellie attempted to hold back her tears, but failed as they continued to stream down her face. You felt a lump form in your throat as Ellie fully broke down in front of you.

“I don’t want to lose you.” Her voice was shaky as she looked at you, her eyes locked on your wounds. You stepped towards her and cautiously held her hands.

“You’re not going to lose me.”

“Your arm is covered in bite marks.” She whimpered.

“I-I’m immune. I can’t turn.” You looked down at your feet, noting a few blood droplets sat on the toes of your boots. After noticing Ellie stopped crying you looked up to see her confused expressions.

“What?”

“I’m immune. I’ve been bitten a dozen times, walked through millions of spores, and I’m still alive.” Ellie’s jaw dropped a little and her eyes widened. If it would have been any other situation you would have laughed.

“Oh my God.” She looked at all your tattoos, slowly putting the pieces together. You nervously bit your bottom lip, silently hoping your confession wouldn’t change things between you two.

“I should have told you sooner, but this isn’t exactly something I can just drop on someone and hope they can keep it a secret.” Ellie didn’t respond, instead she looked at you with a bewildered expression. After a few seconds of silence you spoke again.

“Please say something...” Ellie allowed herself to blink, somewhat pulling her out of her daze. She looked down at the ground, letting out a sigh before looking at you again.

“I’m immune too.” Now it was your turn to be shocked. You raised your eyebrows at your girlfriend and let go of her hands.

“W-What?”

“I was bitten by an infected when I was fourteen and I didn’t turn.” Ellie frowned and rubbed her tattoo, making you connect the dots in your head.

“Holy shit. We’re both immune.”

“We’re both immune.” She mumbled, holding her tattooed wrist close to her body. You could feel her change in demeanor, but didn’t think much of it. Ellie always acted weird after revealing personal stuff.

“This is great, right? Since we’re both immune that means we could find a cure and-”

“There is no cure.” Ellie mumbled before taking a small step away from you. You frowned at her response.

“How do you know?”

“Because-” Ellie stopped herself to find her words. You watched as she nervously twiddled her fingers.

“Joel brought me to the Fireflies. They did a lot of tests and there’s no cure.” Ellie let out a sigh and glanced at the ground. You frowned, mainly out of disappointment that there was no cure, but also because she had never mentioned Joel taking her to the Fireflies.

“Oh...you never told me that.” You said with a shrug.

“There’s a lot I haven’t told you because of...you know.” Ellie ran her fingers over the raised skin on her wrist.

“There’s some stuff I haven’t told you either.” You shrugged again, this time putting your hands in your coat pockets. Ellie looked up from her wrist and looked you in the eye.

“I guess we have some talking to do then.” Ellie said, the faintest smile tugging at her lips.

“I guess we do.” You couldn’t fight the small smile that crept up once you saw Ellie’s smile.

“Come on, let’s get you patched up and back to Jackson.” Ellie walked over to you and protectively wrapped her arm around your shoulders. You leaned into her side as the two of you made your way back to the horses.

“Hey Ellie?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for saving me.”

“You can thank me later by washing my clothes. These are my favorite jeans and they’re covered in blood.” Ellie smirked and you elbowed her in the side, eliciting an exaggerated groan.

The rest of your journey home in silence. You knew Ellie was probably thinking of how she was going to break the news to Joel that she told someone else she was infected. Joel loved you so it probably wasn’t going to be a big deal. All you could think about was how you weren’t alone in the world anymore and how happy that made you.

[blvejeanbaby]

4 times we almost kissed + 1 time we actually did

Pairing: Seonghwa x reader Word count: 2956

i. cabin

The cabin was almost completely silent, there were just a few snores from the boys’ room. Somehow the log cabin lended itself to a perfect split between the girls and the boys, the common area being in the middle of both dormitories. It was in this common area that you found yourself, the clock having just struck 3 AM. The kitchen was dark but you didn’t bother turning on the light solely for tea making purposes.

Perhaps it was for that reason that you jumped at the light switch being turned on. You spun around, ready to use your tea spoon as a weapon, only to find an equally as shocked Seonghwa. You relaxed and lowered your spoon. “Sorry,” you chuckled, a little bit embarrassed. “I thought you were an intruder or something.”

“Did the ghost stories scare you?” Seonghwa opened the fridge and grabbed a milk carton, leaning against the counter top as he drank from it. You had felt his eyes on you earlier that evening, while all of you were gathered around the bonfire to exchange ghost stories. Normally you were all down for a good ghost story, but the proximity of the cabin to a forest that was suspected to be haunted, hadn’t sat well with you.

“A little,” you said, shovelling sugar into your tea.

“That’s not going to help you sleep,” he said, his eyebrows raised.

You shrugged. “I think my sleep rhythm is beyond saving anyway.” You stirred your cup, setting it a little further away from the edge to wait for it to cool down a little. “So what is keeping you up? If you want to share, of course?”

Seonghwa crumpled up the empty milk carton and threw it in the trash can. “I don’t know. New environments, maybe.” He shrugged and spun back around to face you. “Do you want me to read to you?”

“Read to me?” you raised an eyebrow at him. Was he kidding?

There was something that on other people you would have described as a blush, but seeing as you had never seen Seonghwa blush before, you weren’t sure if your eyes were playing tricks on you or not. “My mother always used to do that when I was little. It would help me sleep.”

“I don’t think there’s any bed time stories in this cabin. Just the Bible.”

“Doesn’t matter. I’ll make something up.”

You looked at Seonghwa, his sincere expression and how cuddly he looked in his pyjama’s; checkered pyjama bottoms and a fuzzy sweater. So you nodded, taking your tea with you to the couch, where Seonghwa built you both a comfortable space on the couch, with blankets and pillows. You wanted to sit on the opposite end of the couch, but he softly pulled you near him, so you were laying in between his legs, your head resting on his chest. You weren’t sure this was necessary for his bed time story to lull you to sleep, but you didn’t complain, happy to be in his arms, his body heat and the blanket instantly making you sleepier than you had been in your own room. You had never been as close to him as right now and it was making your head spin.

“Once upon a time,” Seonghwa started, already making you giggle. “What?” he said.

“Does the story really have to start with ‘once upon a time?’”

“Don’t you like fairytales?”

You weren’t sure what to say. This moment sure felt like a fairytale to you, and if not a fairytale, then a ridiculously cheesy romcom. You didn’t think this was your life. You shifted a little bit in Seonghwa’s arms, now facing him. “I think they could never be true.”

“How could I prove you wrong? Certain fairytales can come true.”

You shrugged. “Be creative.”

“I’m trying.” Was Seonghwa’s face always this close? Was he always this beautiful? No, not beautiful - handsome? Breathtaking? You were sure something was about to happen, something past friendship and telling you bed time stories, when there was a loud cough.

“I didn’t think I’d wake up to this.” It was Wooyoung, standing on the threshold of the boys’ dormitory. He followed that up sarcastically with: “Oh no, don’t stop on my account.”

You groaned, no longer feeling comfortable enough to be in Seonghwa’s arms like that. “Good night, Hwa,” you said, standing up and taking your tea into the girls’ bedroom.

ii. convenience store

After the time spent at the cabin, it was safe to say you were a little uncomfortable around both Seonghwa and Wooyoung. It was only when the weather turned sunny and warm and the air smelled like blooming flowers again, that you could handle being around either of them on your own.

To celebrate the good weather conditions, your friend group had decided to go out for a picnic in the park. Yeosang had been in charge of getting blankets and cutlery while everyone else brought food and drinks. Eventually the sun started going down and it was decided that you were going to order pizzas to the park. You deemed it coincidence that you ended up being the one to accompany Seonghwa to the convenience store to get the group more drinks.

“Do you know what brand Hongjoong likes?” you asked. Seonghwa had already secured the fizzy drinks for those who didn’t want alcohol while you were attending to those who liked a healthy amount of alcohol once in a while. You had already grabbed the soju and now you were contemplating what type of wine to get. You knew what you liked yourself, but you were trying out 30 days of sobriety and was sticking to fizzy drinks today. You didn’t know the brands your guy friends liked.

“That one.” Seonghwa grabbed it from the shelf and put it in your cart. At this angle, if he looked up, you were sure you were going to be imagining all sorts of things for decades.

“Need anything else?” you asked, scraping your throat lightly. His close proximity to you made you slightly uncomfortable.

He straightened up. “Dessert?”

The previous flicker of a thought compared with Seonghwa’s intense gaze made you gulp. You knew the day was hot, but had the airconditioning in the convenience store suddenly cut out? “U-uh, what kind of-” You nearly tripped backwards over the cart in your attempts to shuffle away from Seonghwa’s intensity. He caught you before you could crash into the shelves behind you and bring down all of the bottles of wine, avoiding a tragedy. But now he was even closer to you.

You gulped and lightly pushed him away. “Thanks. Let’s get mochi.” You spun and almost ran down the aisle, Seonghwa following at a distance.

iii. party

The top you were wearing was downright scandalous and you knew it. Or at least, it was scandalous to your standards. There were other girls at the party who were wearing next to nothing, covering up even less of their bodies than you. And you applauded them for their confidence.

“Another drink?” Yunho held up a bottle of wine, his cheeks rosy with intoxication and his smile wide.

“Sure,” you said, holding out your glass for him to fill up again. You had been drinking a lot tonight, having given up your streak of sobriety - mixes of liquor and soda at first, but now that all of the liquor was gone, you had switched to wine.

“Pour me one too.” Seonghwa suddenly popped up at Yunho’s side, his smile wide. You watched as he held out his glass for Yunho to fill, your attention staying with Seonghwa. If your outfit was scandalous for your standards, then his was too for his standards. The majority of his blouse was see-through, he had layered necklaces on that caught everyone’s attention, judging by the way you had seen some girls pull on them before, trying to lure him in. But he had been too busy hanging with his friends.

“I’m grabbing another bottle,” Yunho announced, holding up the now empty bottle and his own empty glass. He was gone before you could say anything, leaving you and Seonghwa by yourselves in the kitchen.

For a moment it was silent, safe for the noises from the living room flooding in. And then Seonghwa spoke up: “Was it fun?”

“Was what fun?” You brought your glass to your mouth, not really drinking from it, but instead taking the rim in between your teeth.

“Making out with Jongho?”

You cocked your head to the side, looking up at Seonghwa. It was very obvious that he was drunk, more so than you had suspected before. You could see it in his body language, as well as there being something about his face that betrayed it to you. You bit your lip, deciding whether or not to play a little with Seonghwa, teasing him about kissing Jongho. It had been fun, yes, but you weren’t really attracted to Jongho and he wasn’t to you. It was just a passing of drunk time at a party.

“Hmm... he’s the best kisser I know.”

Seonghwa’s face clouded only for a split second. His glass of wine discarded to the counter top beside you, his fingers curling around your belt loops to pull you closer. “I think you should re-evaluate.” He tilted his head slightly and you were very, very sure that this was the moment the tension between you and Seonghwa would finally break when-

“I got another bottle of wine!” Yunho excitedly came into the kitchen, making you and Seonghwa nearly spring apart. “Anyone need a refill?”

v. hallway

“Y/N,” this was San, his enthusiasm clearly visible on his face. “Since you chose truth, you’re going to have to tell us why you don’t have a boyfriend.”

“We’ve gone over this,” you said, exasperated. This was a hot topic whenever any of the guys got tipsy enough to ask. And every time you kind of wanted to tell them to fuck off. But they were your friends and you just couldn’t - but this kind of situation was like going to your family dinner party and being bombarded with the same types of questions over and over again. “I’m just waiting for the right person to ask me.”

“What’s your ideal type?” Jongho asked. The serious look on his face and the lack of alcohol in his body, considering he was on a diet, made you wonder what exactly his motivations were for asking.

You eyed him suspiciously before answering: “I’m not telling.”

“Please!” Wooyoung looked at you with puppy eyes. “If you’re not going to tell, I’m going to assume your ideal type is me.”

“Well, it’s not,” you said. “We’re done discussing. Next. Who’s next?” You looked around the circle of your friends. Yunho looked at you sympathetically,  Wooyoung looked a little hurt at your comment, the others seemed to want you to continue on talking. Even Seonghwa looked as though he wanted to know the truth. You sighed. “Fine. My ideal type... Someone who always has my back and is there for me, who makes me feel comfortable.”

“And physically?” Mingi leaned forward.

“Ugh, really, guys?” You looked around the room again, this time in disbelief. “Y’all are really annoying. Fine. Physically - dark hair, tall. Strong build. Now, who was next?”

“Me,” said Yunho, quick to save you. You sent him a grateful smile. After his turn, you excused yourself to grab another drink from the kitchen. You were surprised to see Wooyoung jump up and offer to help you carry drinks and snacks for the others as well.

“You know, Y/N,” he said as you were safely in the kitchen, “you just described Seonghwa word for word.”

“Did not,” you said, cheeks already heating up at the suggestion.

“So he’s not tall? Doesn’t have muscles? His hair is blonde?”

You glanced over your shoulder at Seonghwa, who was perfectly visible from your spot in the kitchen. He was laughing at something Mingi had said, both of their smiles contagious even from this distance. “Technically, his hair is steel blue, which I wouldn’t consider dark,” you said, turning back to grab a new bottle of vodka. “Why do you care so much?”

“I only care about the truth. And the truth is that you’re head over heels for Seonghwa.” Wooyoung grabbed a bottle of some fruit juice to mix the vodka with. “I don’t know how no one else has noticed that you two are having a little thing going on. I’ve seen you cuddling on the couch at the cabin and I’m not going to let you live that down until you two get together.”

“Which will be never.” You tried to keep the disappointment out of your voice as you said so, going back into the living room. “Vodka!” You waved the bottle around as San flocked to it. Jongho looked wistfully at the bottle.

“Hey, Y/N, can I talk to you for a second?” Seonghwa asked.

You heard a snicker behind you from who could only be Wooyoung. “Sure,” you said, following Seonghwa out to the hallway again. You weren’t entirely sure what he was going to say. Did he want to talk about your ideal type? Or about your almost-kiss at the party the other day?

“This is actually a dare,” Seonghwa said as soon as you were out in the hallway. “Yeosang dared me to tell one of us a secret. So I thought I’d tell you.”

“A secret?” You frowned a little.

He nodded. He didn’t even seem remotely nervous, but you were sure it was the alcohol in his system. “I have a crush. And the longer I don’t act on it, the crazier I go.”

You felt your heart beat at least five times as faster than normal. Was this the result of the confession of your ideal type? Or was this something entirely different? “So act on it,” you said. “Act on that crush.”

“Okay.” Seonghwa said, his voice breathless. You gulped as he leaned in closer to you. He was going to back you up against the wall, his face was as close to yours as it had been the night at the cabin and -

“Oh, I’m sorry.” It was Jongho. You groaned as Seonghwa stepped back hastily. “My bad. I-I’ll leave again.” He spun around and was back in the livingroom within a second, but whatever had possessed Seonghwa to try and kiss you, had vanished and you were left with just an awkward situation.

vi. kitchen

“Today we’re making Oreo cheesecake,” you said, holding up your package or Oreo cookies and the mix for the cheesecake, acting like you were in a cooking show. “It’s my best recipe. Also the only recipe I know.”

“Luckily she has me.” Seonghwa bent down a little so he could get his face in frame as well as he waved at Hongjoong.

“You wouldn’t be able to distinguish cheesecake from cheese if you tried,” you said, rolling your eyes at Seonghwa, who shot Hongjoong a look that said “This girl drives me crazy!” “Don’t listen to him, Joongie. He doesn’t know what he’s saying.”

“Just make sure the cake’s finished when we all get to your place. Otherwise Yeosang doesn’t have a cake.”

“Don’t worry, Joongie,” you said, flashing him a smile. Seonghwa bent down again to wave goodbye to Hongjoong as he hung up and then it was just the two of you again. In your kitchen. “Okay, so we have to start with separating the cookies- Is there a reason you’re staring at me like that?”

Seonghwa blushed heavily and tore his eyes away from you, grabbing another package or Oreo cookies. “Separating the cookies. Okay. Scraping the white off?”

“Yes...” You got to work on the other package and soon enough the ingredients were all mixed together and in the baking mold, ready to spend a few hours in the fridge to firm up. “I can’t wait to taste it,” you said excitedly, shutting the fridge - and getting pushed up against it almost immediately.

“I can’t wait to taste you,” Seonghwa said, his head dipping to the side, suddenly so close to yours. At the feeling of his breath hitting your lips, your breath hitched. There was nothing and no one to interrupt you now and whereas before you might have pushed him away, there was no hair on your body now that would have dreamed of that. Instead you wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him in, lips pressing together softly.

The kiss started off annoyingly innocent, as if you were two five year olds experiencing a crush for the first time in your lives. Soon enough however, the kiss transformed into something more. It suddenly seemed a lot more plausible that Seonghwa could put his words into action.

A heat spread from your lips, throughout your body, all the way to your toes, lifting you up like a balloon drifting to the skies. It was Seonghwa’s arms around your waist keeping your feet on the ground, pressing your body against his. He was warm and his body was sturdy and so different from the way you had always imagined.

When Seonghwa pulled away you chased after his lips, but he stopped you. “Did I overstep your boundaries?”

“Would I have kissed you the way I did if you had?”

“I guess not,” he said, a hint of shyness on his face.

“Does this mean you’re finally going to ask me to be your girlfriend?”

“Only if you’re going to say yes.”

“Yes.” The smile that broke out on his face was mesmerizing.

[sheerfreesia007]

Front Row Show

Title: Front Row Show

Fandom: Kingsman

Pairing: Whiskey x Reader, Slight Tequila x Reader

Author: @sheerfreesia007​

Words: 3,009

Warnings: Smut, Oral (Female receiving), Cursing, Voyeurism

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711, @fioccodineveautunnale, @phoenixhalliwell, @synystersilenceinblacknwhite, @linkpk88, @weirdowithnobeardo

Author Notes: This was brought about because I watched the first Kingsman the other day and the end scene of the movie got me thinking about how this would play out with Whiskey and Tequila. Of course Tequila’s an opportunistic voyeur you can’t change my mind! But consent is key folks, had to get that in somehow. Feedback is always welcome!

   He had a one track mind as he quickly hopped out of his truck once he had parked it in front of his house. The sun was slowly beginning to set as he made his way quickly up the front steps of the wrap around porch.

   It had been a grueling mission and all he wanted to do was wrap his arms around you and sink into your intoxicating presence. He had imagined you smiling down at him often nights while trying to stay alive on this last mission.

   Nothing had gone according to plan and there were often times that Jack didn’t know if he was ever going to get to see your pretty face again. Or hear your bright laughter ringing in the air around him. It was lucky that they had managed to finish the mission at all. And Jack was just grateful to be home now.

   Walking through the front door he let the screen door slam shut behind him not even hearing the slam of the door as he searched the house quietly looking for you.

   “Jack?!” Came your call from the back bedroom and his eyes immediately focused on you as you entered the hallway. Your smile lit your face with a glow that was almost effervescent. Jack felt his heart skip a beat before it began to pound in his chest. He grinned brightly and relieved to finally see your shining happy face.

   The two of you raced each other down the hallway and met in front of the open archway of the kitchen. Jack swept you up in his arms and held you close to his chest. Your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms went around his neck tightly as you buried your face in his chest.

   “Oh how I’ve missed you.” You cooed to him as you looked up into his eyes.

   “No more than I’ve missed you sweetheart.” Jack said softly and you beamed under his kind words. Sunlight shone under your skin with your happiness and Jack felt like a flower gravitating towards your rays needing to feel them again. “I’ve missed you so much sweetheart. More than words can express but I’m gonna try.” He said to you in a loving hush.

   He watched as your eyes dilated with understanding of his words. He grinned as he walked back down the hall to your shared bedroom. With every heavy step your body shifted against his and he could feel you squirm against his muscled body.

   “I’m gonna show you every way that I thought and dreamt about you while I was away.” He husked to you in such a low tone that he felt your thighs you tighten around his waist. He smirked at you shifting his hands from around your waist to slide down your back and over your ass to cup it in his large palms. Your gasp was loud in the otherwise quiet home and Jack felt in his bones. Your soft chuckle fell on his all too eager ears as your hands came up and swiped his Stetson from his head. You placed it on the tall dresser as Jack walked into the bedroom and your fingers ran through his chestnut colored hair making him groan low in his throat. It had been too long since he had felt your hands on him in any way. Just as your fingers were carding through his hair your arm brushed against the glasses on his face and you smirked at him.

   “I like the glasses.” You tell him sultrily and he grins at you. “Makes you more distinguished.” Jack chuckles softly at your words until you speak again. “Leave them on.” you whispered and Jack is suddenly choking on air.

*-*-*-*

   Tequila plops down into his desk chair and removes his light tan Stetson and sets it down on top of his desk. This last mission was an absolute train wreck. Too many things went wrong while they were on mission. Sighing softly Tequila let his head fall back against his desk chair with a soft thud. His whole body was exhausted but he could feel himself growing restless. He had some pent up energy that wasn’t easing with him relaxing.

   Rubbing a hand over the lower half of his face Tequila knew of a way to work off this energy but as he rolled his head towards his desk phone it just seemed so far away. Sighing again Tequila knew he was being childish but he couldn’t help it. The bad mood the mission had created in him was making him whiny and childish.

   Just then the standard Statesman glasses he was wearing flared to life and a split screen opened up in his view. Tequila sucked in his breath as he got a clear view of you giving him a sultry look. It took Tequila a second to realize that you had probably activated Whiskey’s glasses and it was confirmed with your next words.

   “I like the glasses.” You husked at Whiskey most likely but the way that you were staring into the glasses screen made it easy for Tequila to pretend you were talking to him like that. “Makes you more distinguished.” You cooed at him and Tequila felt his cheeks heat with a blush. Just then he heard the deep chuckle coming from Whiskey and Tequila felt his lungs deflate a little bit.

He was living in a fantasy and one that he normally wouldn’t conjure up for himself but with the view he had of you he found it easy to fall into. You were Whiskey’s lady, off limits, and Tequila respected you completely to not even want to try anything with you. But that didn’t mean that he never thought about you. There were times when you would be the star of his dreams late at night, not that he’d ever tell Whiskey or you that. It was just normal healthy curiousity about a beautiful woman.

“Leave them on.” You whisper daringly to him and Tequila chokes on his spit as his eyes focus on you. You’re propped up to where your face was even with the glasses and Tequila could imagine himself holding you up in his arms as he moved you to a more comfortable position.

Just then he watches as the slight glimpses of Whiskey’s bedroom moves and your body is tipped back until you fall delicately onto a large bed. You huff out a soft breath before your lips tip up into a brilliant smile that dazzles him. Your hair is flared out around your head and you bite your bottom lip making Tequila groan at the pretty picture you make.

“Well ain’t you a pretty picture?” Comes Whiskey’s husky question and Tequila feels his eyes widen. You’re moving then as your bare feet plant on the bed and you begin to unbutton your blue jeans hurriedly. Your face shows how impatient you are to get down to business but suddenly Whiskey’s hand comes up and stops your movements. “Oh no sweetheart. We’re going to take our time. I’ve waited this long you can wait a little bit more.”

You and Tequila groan simultaneously, Tequila freezes wondering if Whiskey heard him and suddenly he feels dirty. He shouldn’t be watching this. This isn’t right.

“Sweetheart” Whiskey says suddenly and Tequila watches as you look at him confused. Your eyebrows pulled together in that cute way you have when you’re confused on what’s going on. “Remember our last conversation we had in bed before I left on mission?” Whiskey asked seriously and Tequila furrowed his own brows at where this was going.

“Hmmm, you mean us sharing our fantasies?” You ask coyly as you stretched your arms up and arched your body up towards Whiskey trying to entice him. Tequila watched as Whiskey’s hands slowly trailed up your body from your waistband and cupped your breasts over your shirt making you hum at him with a satisfied smile on your face.

“Yep that conversation. You remember that one fantasy of yours I’d try to make happen?” Whiskey asked as his tone deepened and you gasped when his fingers tweaked your nipples through your shirt.

“Mhhmmmm, Jack please.” You moaned out loudly to him as your body arched back up towards him. But suddenly Whiskey was pulling his hands slowly down away from your breasts and Tequila could feel him breathing heavier as you whimpered softly at the loss of his touch. “Yes I remember. Where’s this going?” You ask impatiently as you stare up at Whiskey with a soft glare.

Just then the screen that held you jolted twice as if the glasses were moved or jostled and Tequila felt his heart plummet. Whiskey knew he was watching and now as he watched your face clear with understanding you knew also.

“Holy shit.” You gasped out softly and grabbed your breasts tightly in your hands as you moaned. “Please Jack. Can we let him watch?” Tequila sucked in a breath at your question and he almost moaned loudly.

“Told ya I would talk to him about it didn’t I? This just makes it easier.” Whiskey said softly and you moaned underneath him. “Wanna do the honors?” Jack asked you and you bit your bottom lip nodding your head.

Jack shifted so that you were framed perfectly in the screen of his glasses and Tequila couldn’t help but watch as your hands gripped and released your breasts over your shirt. You were still biting your lip as you stared up at him through the glasses. Suddenly one hand slowly slid down your stomach to slip into your pants and you gasped loudly.

“Tequila, wanna watch while Jack fucks me?” You gasped out softly as your hand moved under your pants obviously pleasuring yourself.

“Only if this is alright with the both of you.” Tequila says unbelieving this was actually happening.

“What’d he say?” You ask Whiskey and Whiskey chuckles softly.

“Only if it’s alright with us.” Whiskey answers and you instantly moan as your hips jerk upwards against your hand.

“So okay.” You moan out softly as your hand speeds up. Whiskey moans softly as he watches you move and Tequila can’t help but to follow with his moan. His hand falls to the tent now formed in his pants and lightly grinds his palm against himself.

“Fuck, Whiskey. You lucky dog. Get her naked.” Tequila husks out and Whiskey chuckles again.

“What?” You ask with a wicked grin. Your eyelids are fluttering as you pleasure yourself and suddenly Whiskey’s hands come up to undo your jeans and slide them slowly down your body.

“He said I’m a lucky dog and he wants to see you naked.” Whiskey responds huskily and Tequila watches as you grin wickedly up into the glasses before winking saucily. You sit up and Whiskey helps you remove your shirt easily. You lean forward and press a quick kiss to Whiskey’s lips and Tequila takes that time to undo his own pants and slide them along with his boxers down his thighs. His semi hard cock stands out from his groin and Tequila groans lowly as he grips himself firmly and focuses his eyes on the view of you now topless and only wearing your pretty pink panties.

Whiskey’s hands slide up from your waist to cup your heavy looking breasts making you moan loudly as you squirm underneath his hands. Your hands are starting to grip the sheets and Tequila begins to slowly stroke himself as he settles back in his chair.

“Tweak her nipple Whiskey. She liked that before.” Tequila says softly and he watches as Whiskey’s fingers tweak your nipple. Your responding gasp and arching body fills Tequila’s vision. He groans softly as his hands picks up a little bit and then slows back down, his motions following the response of your body.

“Please.” You moan out softly and shake your head from side to side. Jack’s hands knead your breasts and Tequila imagines it’s him that’s giving you this pleasure as you whimper and moan.

Then the line of sight travels down your body and Tequila feels his own body heat up as your pink panties come into view. Your legs are splayed out around Whiskey’s knees and Tequila can see a wet spot darkening your panties. He sucks in a breath as one of Whiskey’s hands comes down to rest on your pubic bone. His thumb slides downward in a thick stripe and your hips jerk upward at the sensation.

“You’re so wet sweetheart.” Whiskey says huskily as his thumb travels back upwards over your clothed slit. Your mewling loudly in the air and Tequila can just catch a glimpse of your head shaking back and forth. “You like knowing that Tequila’s watching don’t ya?” Whiskey teases softly and you whimper loudly before you cry out in pleasure. Whiskey’s thumb has slipped under the sodden material of your panties and is rubbing softly against your clit. “She’s so wet knowing you’re watchin’.” Whiskey says lowly and Tequila groans loudly letting his hand tighten around his hard cock as Whiskey pulls the panties to the side to show Tequila how wet you’ve gotten. “Look at how wet she is Tequila.”

“Fuck Whiskey take them off her.” Tequila grunts softly as he begins to stroke himself with a steady rhythm. “Fuck she’s so gorgeous. Look at her.” Tequila pants out his rhythm slowing down so he watch as Whiskey begins to pull your panties down your legs.

Your legs fall open and Tequila has an uninhibited view of your shiny slick core. Whiskey’s fingers come to slide around your outer lips and your moan is loud as you try to grind down on his fingers. He slides his fingers between your lips and gathers your slick and pulls them away. He separates his fingers and Tequila can see how your slick connects his fingers together.

“Fuck that’s beautiful.” Tequila husks out as he begins to stroke himself quicker building up his orgasm before he slows down again and reigns in his orgasm.

“What do you want me to do to you first sweetheart?” Whiskey asks huskily and Tequila sighs softly as he watches you whimper in a high pitched tone.

“I want your mouth to get me off and I want Tequila to watch me as I come undone.” You pant out as Whiskey’s fingers continue to stroke your clit slowly.

“Dirty girl.” Whiskey says with a rumbling chuckle.

“Fuck me.” Tequila pants out as he watches Whiskey position himself between your legs and gets situated. Before he moves in to place his mouth on you he spreads out your lips and gives Tequila a look at wet core making the younger man moan loudly. “Do it Whiskey. Eat her out until she’s screaming your name.” Tequila instructs as his hand tightens again around his cock.

“Fuck Tequila.” Whiskey says in a gravelly tone and then dives into your core. Your body jerks a little at his sudden movement and then suddenly you’re moaning and undulating your hips against his face. Tequila is helpless as he watches your hands come down and card through Whiskey’s hair keeping his mouth pressed to you as you moan.

Tequila’s vision is only filled with your body arching and undulating under Whiskey’s ministrations. Your mouth falls open and loud moan fills the air as your eyes shut tightly. Pleasure is obviously etched across your face and Tequila feels his orgasm beginning to grow inside of him. He moans along with you as he watches your skin flush with arousal and heat. Sweat is beginning to form on you and Tequila picks his strokes up as he watches you shake your head from side to side.

“I’m not gonna last long. Make her come Whiskey.” Tequila pants out as his hand slide from base to tip. His thumb circling the red swollen head of his cock as he watches you throw your head back screaming out as your orgasm washes over you. “Oh shit!” Tequila gasps out as his orgasm slams into him and his come spurts out of him onto the edge of his desk. His hips jolt upwards and his hand tightens around his cock trying to draw out his orgasm. “Fuck, that’s it.” Tequila pants out as he sits back down in his chair as he slowly comes down from his high.

You’re not he screen panting and moaning salaciously as you come down from your own high. Your fingers slowly uncurl from the bed sheets and your head lifts slowly to grin into the glasses.

“That was amazing.” You pant out and Whiskey’s deep rumbling chuckle answers you. “Fuck that was so good. How was it for you Tequila?” You ask and Tequila chuckles softly still panting.

“So good babygirl.” He says softly still trying to catch his breath.

“He said it was so good for him. He also called you babygirl.” Whiskey teased and your eyes widened at the nickname.

“Babygirl huh? I like that nickname. Maybe next time we’ll let him watch you fuck me huh Jack?” You coo at Whiskey and Tequila groans loudly as his softened dick twitches.

“If Tequila’s alright with it I’m alright with it sweetheart.” Whiskey answers truthfully.

“Fuck yes.” Tequila says a bit too loudly and Whiskey chuckles knowingly.

“What’d he say?” You ask.

“Fuck yes.” Whiskey answers and you laugh brightly and happily.

“Good can’t wait for the next time. But right now I need to take care of my man.” You purr to Whiskey and Tequila knows that his little show has ended as you wink at him through the glasses and shut them off with a tap to the side of the glasses.

Tequila sits there for a few moments gathering his thoughts before he stands and tucks himself away in his pants and begins to clean up his mess. He suddenly couldn’t wait for his next front row show that you and Whiskey would put on for him.

[writing-fool]

mlqc | think of you somehow

I recently thought to start incorporating Shaw too. So, here is his debut on my page! I’m currently working on a fantasy!au for Kiro, a harrypotter!au for Victor and a couple of other things. Unfortunately, those will have to wait a little, since I have an entrance exam coming up next week. I have another thing queued up for the day after this, so stay tuned!

Someone in the discord group had to help me for Gavin; I didn’t have too much inspiration for that one...

As always, enjoy!

Love,

R.

Warning(s): profanity, kinda. slight suggestive content

Victor

we all know Victor’s a huge tsundere who never learnt how to express his feelings in a normal way that doesn’t give you a headache.

i swear, why do i love him so much 

he never gets needy, or so he says he sulks when you don’t give him his goodbye kiss after handing over a report at LFG

aaaand he needs a morning kiss before leaving for work anyways Victor doesn’t get needy

you’re his little recharge mechanism though, his little charging pod i’m currently imagining a roomba pfft

even he, a magical, genius CEO, gets exhausted sometimes

it’s not always fun. sure, he’s a total capitalistic tool, but business meetings with old men who think they can earn investments while ‘subtly’ looking down on him for his age aren’t a doozy.

don’t get me wrong, Victor never loses his composure, and due to being an extrovert (he’s not loud, but he’s not a person who gets energy from being alone perse, imo. besides, he’s a good leader, so extrovert seems likely, although he has a lot of introvert traits too.) he’s genuinely good at socialising

doesn’t mean he always likes it.

you often notice when he’s tired 

when he gets home, you’ll usually be there already because your work just ends sooner on most days. he’ll set down his suitcase, hang his coat in the little closet by the door, take his shoes off, and prepare dinner

you’re probably kind of just there, chatting with him about his day while he cooks

he doesn’t allow you to work with knives at home because he’s overprotective you hurt yourself once

you might help a little, or get some work done by the table. Victor also had a piano put in the living area of the open complex penthouse, so you’ll play a tune sometimes. seems like he likes classical the most

Victor’s at-home appearance is a little different from his usual one. he still looks pretty clean and put-together, but he sheds his blazer (and vest) and socks. you two have matching slippers, so Victor wears his grey slippers with little cat faces on them (you have little beige slippers with dog faces on them)

when cooking, Victor rolls up his sleeves or switches to a v-neck sweater (during winter). his hair’s a bit fluffier than it usually is. all in all, a relaxed look.

after dinner, he’ll disappear for a little bit, doing some work before he it gets too late because he wants to spend time with you

usually, you’re lounging on the couch, reading or watching tv unless there’s a deadline then you’re a total mess working until late at night AND VIC HATES IT

he’ll come back into the living room from his home office, come up behind the sofa and just hug you while leaning down

“Hey handsome, you tired?” you ask. You reach your hand up, scratching the soft hairs at the nape of Victor’s neck while a relieved sigh passes through his lips.

Victor moves to the couch with you, and you know he’s Done with work for the day. he doesn’t even say anything, just relishes in your presence

he gets a bit touch-starved on occasions like these, so he’ll sit on the sofa and just pick you up and plop you on his lap. 

but like, in a koala way. that makes very little sense, huh. you’ll be straddling him, pressing your chest up against his and put your chin on his shoulder. your hands are around his neck and his are somewhere around your waist. 

you just sit there, maybe kissing a little, most likely pressing little kisses on each other’s collarbones/neck no hickies because you guys are pretty important people with quite the image well, can’t say it never happened before though, can you~

Victor’s totally in his safe spot here, so if he does say something in this moment, it’s not some guarded/sarcastic comment. he’s vulnerable and honest, so “I love you”s are not rare at all here. 

he might purr if you scratch his head. maaybe. don’t ask whether author Ré sees Victor Li as a cat...

10/10 Victor will carry you to bed like this. brush your teeth before because there’s no way this man is letting you go. 

Lucien

uhh to this day, i don’t think anyone really knows the extent of Lucien’s thoughts

like, in a sense, he’s a lot more guarded than, say, Victor, but they do say the best lies are ones shrouded in truth so the feelings he shows outwardly may actually resemble his actual ones atm

so...i wouldn’t say he gets very needy at all. not according to the standard definition, anyways

if he wants a kiss, he steals one from you. if he wants a hug, he’ll fluster you by backhugging you. if he wants to make out, he’ll push you against the nearest surface and steal your breath away. if he wants something more, he’ll make sure to rile you up until you’re in the mood for ehem. my fingers must’ve slipped...

Lucien’s modus operandi is definitely ‘take what i want when i want it’ in your relationship WITH CONSENT. HE’S NOT AN ASS.

he comes on strong, he’s smooth and he’s devilishly handsome. as a result, he’s often initiating any affection you guys have. 

so, while he’s not necessarily needy, he can’t shake the idea that maybe you don’t want him like he wants you. Lucien get that thought out of your head you two are domestic goals. he was stuck in a period of unrequited love for a while, sort of, so he thinks that he could handle being the one in the relationship that loves the other more. 

but the thought of you not loving him as uncontrollably, frighteningly, irrevocably as he loves you scares him to the very core of his being. because he’s in deep. 

there’s also the factor of him knowing that he doesn’t deserve you after all he’s done. but yet, you’re here with him.

so...Lucien knows it’s childish when he drops his head onto your lap while you’re reading on the couch Lucien: *sees your lap* it’s free real estate

he pretends it’s because he wants to take a nap. but actually he wants to see whether you’re affectionate when he’s not the one instigating it. 

either you’re just too embarrassed to do so when he’s taking initiative, or you’re not all that into him. i wrote about Luci’s love language being touch, so he probably sees you not touching him as a sign that you don’t love him

i’m not saying it’s a dealbreaker if you don’t like physical affection, but it’d take longer for him to open up to someone who’s not comfortable with his touch

anyways, almost immediately after he closes his eyes, you thread your fingers through his soft hair, raking them lightly over his scalp.

“You must be truly tired, falling asleep like this. Poor Lucien.Take care of yourself, my foolish professor.” and his heart shatters in Soft™

slowly, you shift to bend down, and Lucien feels your soft lips kissing his forehead, his nose, his cheek and finally landing on his lips. he smiles in that last one.

it’s not a sensual kiss, just an innocent, loving one. and Luci realises that yeah, you’re just as gone for him as he is for you. Maybe, you’re not the caged butterfly in this relationship...

he actually dozes off to the feeling of your hands in his hair, sometimes moving to gently brush a thumb over his cheek, sometimes pulling away to flip a page in your book. 

when he wakes up, there’s a blanket covering him and a soft pillow under his head

the hazy, irrational part of him makes him jump up, thinking you’ve gone after all. maybe it was all just a dream. one too good to be true.

but the melodic humming in the kitchen and the mugs filled with piping hot tea on the coffee table tell him you’re real, and you’re here with him

afterwards, Lucien naps on your lap more often. they’re his favourite treat

sometimes, you read to him, lulling him to sleep with your voice

honestly, domestic moments like this almost make Lucien want to cry out in joy because he never thought this was something he’d ever have.

well, they did say to treasure the little things in life...

Gavin

i’d say Gav’s a good 6.83 on the needy scale

he could be a 7.91 to be honest, so he has needy potential, but this man’s too shy to be needy

i mean, if you ever kiss him or hold his hand in public, his ears turn red and he’s an incoherent mess for like 10 minutes.

proceed with caution. or not. muahahaha

i think in a way, he grew up with the notion that he was a nuisance too yes, yes, we all want to deck Gavin’s dad in the face so he’s afraid to be vulnerable and needy with you.

MC: *pats Gavin’s hair.* this bad boy can fit so many daddy issues in it

ANYWAYS, the most this baby does is call you when he misses you

“I-I just wanted to hear your voice, okay?”

doesn’t really initiate a ton of affection either. 

again, he could...but he holds back. also he’s just so respectful of your boundaries and would rather have you indicate what you like in the relationship.

honestly he loves it when you snuggle up to him anyways soooooo...

but there are times when even Birdcop completely breaks and just needs you to be there for him

Gav does value communication, so he will actually ask for cuddles if he’s THAT needy such a healthy relationship dynamic

doesn’t happen a lot, but when it does...

you’ll be at home when he comes home from a mission. he’s had a pretty intense day, and now he just wants to unwind with you

this darling sheepishly walks up to you.

and as you turn around to greet him, he’ll ask 

“Can...I hold you?”

you drop EVERYTHING you’re doing because the moment he asks for hugs, it’s serious.

cuddles with Gavin are a 100% engagement kind of thing. you can’t do anything else, you’re stuck in his arms for a while

you guys usually move to the rug in the living room. not the sofa, which seems weird, but Gavin’s a tall gangly boy, measuring at 181 cm or 5′11″ I’m using the imperial system for you guys *grumble*

the sofa is just not big enough to fit his long legs comfortably when he’s laying down, and his neck hurts 

also, it’s not optimal for big bear hugs

Why not use the bed? i hear you ask. BECAUSE IT’S NOT RIGHT.

anyways, on extra effort days, you’ll make a pillow fort, but usually he just takes a pillow, a blanket and flops on the floor

cuddle hours are spent talking. no phones, maybe some music, but all-in-all they’re just times to open up, which is kind of rare for someone so rough around the edges

he turns to absolute putty when you start rubbing his stomach under his shirt this is canon don’t @ me

“Mmm...don’t do that,” he whines groans.

“You seem to be enjoying it, though?”

“Mm...no.” you liar.

honestly in like a realistic, domestic setting, a relationship with Gavin would be one of the healthiest ones within the five boys. 

he cherishes you so much, and definitely tries his best to be open with you, even though he’s experienced things that make trusting others difficult.

because if there’s one person in the whole wide world he would trust, it’d be you. 

Kiro

needy? you mean, Kiro all day, every day?

this boy loves you with all he has and the day he doesn’t show you how loved you are and how much he literally worships the ground you walk on is the day hell freezes over.

kissing, hugging, being cutesy, gifts, matching clothing, fun outings, food. ANYTHING

to be honest, he likes being with you in general, and would probably never leave your side if he didn’t have to

Kiro trusts you enough to share his entire world with you, fully knowing that he’s taking the risk of exposing himself like this. he knows that if this doesn’t work out, he’ll never be able to enjoy his world again because you’re so ingrained in it.

but the thought of not committing to you with his entire being doesn’t even cross his mind obviously, y’all are endgame so don’t even try to break up with this pupper

he tries to make up for your busy schedules with extra affection most of the time too

but actually, Kiro doesn’t just resort to hugging you in his arms, peppering kisses all over your face and not letting you go for hours when he’s lonely although he does do this. it’s just not something he does when he reaaally missed you. 

when he’s having a bad day and needs you the most, he’ll drag you out for some hotpot at night

it sounds silly, doesn’t it? but over a steaming pot of broth with various dishes, he sees your face and he feels at home. i mean, he loves food, he loves you. what’s better than a combination of both?

you laugh, chat and be as loud as you want. Kiro doesn’t have to disguise himself in the little shop at 2 am

the restaurant owner loves you guys, and gives you free beef on many occasions

he thinks you guys remind him of him and his wife when they were younger, although he jokes that Kiro’s a just a tad more handsome than he used to be~

Kiro likes feeding you and loves how you used to be so embarrassed about it. nowadays, you laugh and accept the food like you’re used to it, and somehow, that makes his heart soar

you take the long way home, walking back to your large shared flat under the night sky

Loveland City’s never fully quiet, but at least the people at that time don’t bother him. they’re either too drunk, or too stuck in their own thoughts. let’s face it, people who have their life together don’t wander around sober and alone at 3 am.

Kiro sometimes misses being invisible, but he also knows that he’s doing good by being who he is in this life. being a celebrity is tough, but intimate moments like these do kind of make it bearable

he holds you by the waist, enjoying the view with a serene smile and a full stomach by the view, he means you for the most part

“Hmm...Miss Chips, do you know how beautiful you look right now?”

your lipstick’s worn off, sweat’s cooling down on your face and your makeup’s smudged, but in that moment, Kiro thinks you’re the most ethereal being in the whole universe.

because you’re the only one who he would want to do this with. you’re the only one who would enjoy the night with him, stranded in this strange, thick atmosphere of melancholy and happiness.

one time, maybe a few months ago, it rained when you two exited the hotpot joint

instead of buying umbrellas at a nearby convenience store, you ran down the streets, jumping in puddles and laughing your asses off

Kiro swears he fell in love with you all over again that day.

Shaw

yah...i never really know what to call Shaw’s personality

he’s kind of a tsundere, but not in the way Victor is? he teases the shit out of you when he has feelings for you, but he’s also kind of a douche about it

and he’ll probably never admit how precious you are to him also he probably thinks he doesn’t deserve you

i love this little bastard but i get SO fed up with him

this boy doesn’t even actually take you on proper dates

like, it’s either university café, impromptu graffiti trips which to be honest might be an actual date or going to a club which could be a date but when you’re in a relationship with Shaw it kind of isn’t bcs he’s there 7/7

anyways, he doesn’t do the whole ‘love’ thing very well. he’s fine with PDA, so he’ll full on snog you in the club or reach over the table to lick whipped cream off of your face last time you’re ordering a frappuccino with whipped cream 

but he does it mostly to get a reaction

it’s not insincere, but he also doesn’t view PDA as a loving gesture perse

will not be honest with his words. don’t expect it. he’s built a shield around himself and therefore literally doesn’t know how to talk to someone kindly.

but...he tries.

Shaw’s most vulnerable and needy moment is the early morning

it’s not at night, cos he spends nights out partying or having a one-night stand what? he’s a healthy, viral boy!

his one-night stands never saw him in the morning because he’s honestly the type to hit and run i’m sorry how was i supposed to say this or alternatively to kick his partner out at 4 am

but you’re his first actual love, and even he knows you don’t kick your lover out if you give a damn about the relationship 

it was a big step for him to feel comfortable with you...but he doesn’t regret it one bit he probably won’t tell you that though

anyways, Shaw’s groggy morning voice makes you delirious BUT that’s a little besides the point

you wake up in each other’s arms

if you wake up first, you’ll probably stare at his face for a while until he does and inevitably says “What? Am I that handsome, huh?” secretly thrives off of your compliments 

if he wakes up first, he’ll probably wake you up by tickling you or touching you in some way ehem innocently Minor made me clarify it

any way it happens, you guys participate in some good morning spoonage

Shaw loves burying his head in your neck to press kisses and love bites there, smell your scent and hide the blushing face that is so very rare

finally one thing the brothers have in common

he’s aware he’s being a little too sappy for his own liking, but it feels wrong to ruin the morning mood with a snarky comment when you look so soft under the beams of sunlight flooding his bedroom

so he says nothing, and keeps you wrapped in his arms

in a moment of serene bliss, you hum and say “I love you.” 

as a response, this boy squeezes you a little tighter, buries his head a tad deeper in the crook of your neck

“Shut up.”

you know him well enough to know he’s feeling embarrassed, so you wriggle out of his grasp and turn around

Shaw whines a little when he’s forced to loosen his grasp

you look straight at his face, finding him even cuter when his mischievous smirk is replaced by a pouty scowl

“I love you, I love you, I love you I love you I love you love you loveyouloveyou,” you repeat, watching his face grow redder and redder

he groans audibly. “Shut up!” but he can’t help but smile at your gleeful giggles

“What? I do! I love you so much, Shaw.”

he kisses you to shut you up, but it’s not one of those fast, rough, wild kisses

it’s...tender. 

he cradles you in his arms, trying to convey how he feels through a kiss

“‘Love you,” he mutters against your lips.

“What was that?” you tease him.

“Nothing.”

“Aw, come on! One more time?” 

“Nope.” yup, he tries. 

I’ve been doing a lot of picture editing for all of my posts...but I think these will be the official ‘character separators’ since I don’t have the energy or will to make new ones for every fanfic...post banners are still a thing for every post though.