#js the push and pull of his affections:)

[rexhya]

Idk if ur requests r open, but im feeling real bad for Anul 😭🙏 bro never became king in these shorts so could I request him finally becoming king? With any version of Y/N…

yandere!prince who's now 3 days away from his conornation snd couldnt be more excited.

not just for you, who he's been dutifully been courting since you stepped inside the palace walls and who is set to be his bride after the main ceremony but for the complete and total acess he'll have, he's hungry on power to say the least.

you on the other hand have been stressed to no ends, only told two weeks in advance that you would be marrying the man, completely unaware his affections would go so far, but who were you to refuse the prince, and now, soon to be king?

the maids had been helping, teaching you basic  etiquette and simultaneously making preparations for everything you would need. you almost felt like a real noble untill you saw the prince, returned from a trip, glowing. ethereal.

you wanted to cry, how was your face surgery to stand next to that? his obsessions weren't supposed to go this far.

anul didn't think so, the moment he saw you he scooped you up in his hands, twirling you around like he'd been gone for a month. (to him it felt like he had)

"oh my sweet, i missed your scent." he snuggled into your neck, his breath sending shivers down your spine.

"and you, my prince." he pulled away, smiling the widest you've ever seen.

"don't you mean king?"

you looked at him, a soft puff od air leavijg your lips. "not quite."

anul only smiles, trying not to squeal at the thought of his forever with you, his endgame.

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when the day finally comes, your nervous to say the least. you body is wracked with emotions you can't explain but you know ones things for certian, you walk down this isle, and you life changes forever.

anul is crying when you get there, it's soft and impossibly sweet, and unoticable to anyone that wasn't you or the officiant.

he shaking as the man speaks, "and do you Anul Lamour The IV, take [First Name] [Last Name] to be your lawfully wedded wife."

he almost says yes before he finishes, he's never been so excited and nervous to kiss you before, and then it's final, bonded forever souls intertwined like they were never meant to be apart.

and they werent.

[iamdkayyyyy]

Always -K.mg

for my girl @rosiemain , hope you like it bbg ☺️ (2nd fic will be out tmrw if my parents don’t take away my phone , teenager struggles 😔)

Shadows of Jealousy

The rain drummed against the windows of your apartment, a perfect match for the turmoil brewing inside you. You stared at your phone, heart racing as you saw the latest photos from the fan meet where the members of Seventeen were all smiles, but what caught your eye was Kim Mingyu, his broad smile aimed right at another girl. 

She was beautiful, with laughter that seemed to echo in the ears of the fans around her. It felt like betrayal twisted in your chest. You knew how close you and Mingyu had grown, how he always called you "baby" or "darling" in those quiet moments when you shared laughter and whispered secrets. But seeing him with someone else, even if it was just for the fans, twisted your gut into knots.

That night, you texted Mingyu, keeping your message short and vague. 

Y/nieee💕:

“hey, can we talk??”     

sent 12:02

read 12:02

mr klein 🎀✨:

"Always. “

sent 12:02

read 12:03

Y/nieee💕:

“ no haha , js miss you “ 

“ can i come over?”

mr klein 🎀✨:

“ you act like i can say no 😏”

“ofc bb, come over”

Your heart fluttered at the thought of his affection, but the jealousy gnawed at you.

When you arrived, you found Mingyu lounging on the couch, his usual comfy clothes making him look effortlessly appealing. He flashed you a warm smile, but the warmth didn’t reach your heart. Instead, it felt like ice was settling there, blocking out whatever happiness he could bring.

“Y/n!” He  jumped off the couch, pulling you in for a hug. “I missed you , What’s with the gloomy face?”

You tried to smile but it felt forced. “Just tired, I guess.”

He let go but pulled you down next to him, his arm draping over your shoulders. “You know you can tell me anything, right? I’m here for you.”

“Yeah… I know.” Your voice was a whisper, heavy with unspoken words. 

He noticed, the playful smile fading as concern crept onto his face. “You’re not just tired, are you?”

You hesitated, the picture of him with that girl flashing in your mind. “Did you enjoy the meet today?”

It was painful to see him beam with excitement. “It was fun! After all that time, the fans were so great. Oh, and there was this girl—”

A fire ignited in your stomach. "Right. The girl.” Your voice dripped with bitterness before you could stop it.

Mingyu's brow furrowed, confused. “What do you mean?”

“You two looked good together. Like really happy,” you said, looking down at your hands. 

“hey.” He turned you to face him, his expression sincere. “I’m happy because of my fans, but you have to know that you’re the one I care about. You’re MY baby.” He looked intently into your eyes. 

The weight of jealousy and longing surged within you. “But it’s hard to believe that when you’re like THAT with someone else,” you murmured, voice trembling.

“Sweetheart, I’m only like that with you,” he confirmed, his hand gently caressing your cheek. “I don’t want anyone else. Whenever I’m with you, I’m at my happiest.”

You felt your resolve faltering, the tension cracking under the weight of his sincerity. “Mingyu…”

“Please, don’t doubt what we have, y/nie. I wouldn’t trade you for anything.” 

His words wrapped around you like a warm embrace, pushing back the cold shadows of jealousy. You searched his eyes, searching for any hint of insincerity, but all you found was love. 

“Really?”

“Really,” he affirmed, leaning forward, the space between you closing. “I want you to be by my side, always.”

The gentle press of his lips against yours melted away your insecurities, banishing the jealousy that had held dominion over your heart. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer. 

“I guess I overreacted.” 

He chuckled softly. “Just a little, baby. But I can’t blame you; it’s cute.”

Rolling your eyes, you leaned your head against his shoulder, feeling more at ease. “I guess I just love you too much.” 

“Not as much as I love you, darling.” He kissed the top of your head, making your heart flutter.

The storm outside began to calm as you found solace in each other’s embrace, knowing that no shadows could linger when love illuminated your hearts.

[n0vazsq]

Not ever | Marc Bernal x Reader

pairing . . . marc bernal x gf!reader

summary . . . Marc was always somehow clingy, but after his injury, he became a bit too clingy

request . . . yes!! based on this request!

word count . . . 1.6k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . died also idk anything about ACL injuries so i js treated it like a broken leg

taglist . . . @barcapix ,, @f1lover55 ,, @ilovebarcaaa ,, @notm4d1 ,, @httpsdana ,, @paucubarsisimp (lmk if you want to join the taglist!)

. . . Marc Bernal was a stubborn man, but you’d learned by now that stubbornness came in many forms.

Before his injury, it had come in the form of determination; hours on the field perfecting his form, late nights reviewing game footage, and a strong power to push through any challenge.

But now? Now, his stubbornness was all about you; keeping you within arm’s reach, clinging to you like his very life depended on it.

"Amor," he called softly from the couch, his voice laced with despair. He was propped up on a fortress of pillows, his leg elevated and wrapped securely.

Despite his injury, he still looked annoyingly good, hair slightly messy and those brown eyes glinting with mischief. "Where are you going?"

You paused mid step, holding his empty water bottle. "To the kitchen. You drank all your water, remember?"

"But what if I need you?" His eyes widened, and he gave you a look so pathetically sweet that you almost felt bad for him. Almost.

"Marc," you said, trying not to laugh. "I’ll be gone for two minutes."

"Two minutes is too long," he protested, holding out his hand. "Come here. Just for a second."

You sighed, walking back to him. The moment your hand touched his, he pulled you down onto the couch, his arms wrapping securely around your waist. "Marc! You’re supposed to be resting your leg!"

"I am resting," he said, nuzzling into your neck. "See? I’m very comfortable now."

"You’re impossible," you muttered, but you couldn’t stop the smile creeping onto your face. His arms tightened around you as if you might disappear if he let go.

"I’m injured," he reminded you, his tone almost whiny. "I need my girlfriend to take care of me."

"I am taking care of you," you replied. "That’s why I need to go to the kitchen, so I can bring you water and snacks and everything else you’ve been demanding all day."

"I haven’t been demanding," he said bitterly, though the effect was ruined by the way his lips were brushing against your shoulder. "I’ve been… asking nicely."

"Uh huh. Sure."

Marc pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Kiss me, and I’ll let you go."

"You’re bribing me with kisses now?" you asked, arching an eyebrow.

"It’s not a bribe," he said, leaning in closer. "It’s motivation."

You rolled your eyes but indulged him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He hummed in satisfaction, his hand coming up to cradle the back of your head as if to keep you there forever. When you tried to pull away, he pouted.

"That was too quick," he complained.

"Marc, your water…"

"Stay," he murmured, his voice dropping to that low, intimate tone that always made your heart flutter. "Just for a little while. Please?"

You sighed, knowing you were fighting a losing battle. "Fine. Five minutes. But then I’m getting your water."

"Deal," he said quickly, his grin triumphant.

He pulled you closer, his lips finding yours again in a kiss that was slower, deeper, and so full of affection that it made your chest ache. His fingers laced through yours, holding your hand tightly as if to attach you to him.

"You’re so clingy," you teased when you finally broke apart.

"Only with you," he admitted without hesitation. "You’re my favorite person, mi amor. Why wouldn’t I want you close?"

Your heart melted a little at his words, and you couldn’t resist brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. "You’re lucky you’re cute," you said, and he laughed softly, the sound warm, making your heart beat slightly faster.

"I’m lucky to have you," he corrected, his voice serious now. "I don’t know what I’d do without you."

"You’d survive," you said lightly, but he shook his head.

"Not like this," he said, squeezing your hand. "You make everything better, even when I’m stuck on this stupid couch with a torn knee."

You opened your mouth to reply, but before you could say anything, he shifted, pulling you fully onto his lap. "Marc!" you yelped. "Your knee!"

"It’s fine," he said, his hands settling on your waist. "You don’t weigh anything. And this is much better, don’t you think?"

You glared at him, but he just smiled up at you, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "You’re ridiculous."

"Ridiculously in love with you," he countered smoothly, leaning in to nuzzle your neck. His lips brushed against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

"You’re impossible," you muttered, but you didn’t move. You couldn’t bring yourself to pull away when he was looking at you like that, his gaze so full of love and adoration that it made your heart skip a beat.

"Maybe," he admitted, his smile softening. "But you love me anyway, right?"

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at your lips. "Yeah, I do."

"Good," he said, pulling you down for another kiss. This one was slower, sweeter, and so full of emotion that it made your chest ache. When you finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, his eyes fluttering closed.

"I love you," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "So much."

"I love you too," you said softly, your hand coming up to cup his cheek. His eyes opened, and he looked at you with so much tenderness that it took your breath away.

"Stay with me," he said again, his voice pleading. "Just for a little while longer."

You knew you should get up, that he needed his water and you had other things to do, but in that moment, nothing else mattered. You nodded, settling against him as his arms wrapped around you securely.

"Just for a little while," you whispered, and he smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"That’s all I need," he said, his voice soft and content.

For the rest of the afternoon, you stayed there with him, his arms holding you close as if to remind you that you were his, and that he wasn’t letting you go anytime soon.

As the hours passed, you found yourself completely wrapped up in Marc's presence, your body nestled comfortably against his. It wasn’t just the physical proximity; there was something about the way he held you that felt so secure, so comforting.

He didn’t want to let go, not even for a second. It was almost like his need for you was more than just emotional; it was something deep. You could feel the way he’d tighten his grip on you when you tried to move, pulling you back toward him with a quiet insistence.

"Amor, you’re not going anywhere, right?" he murmured into your hair, his lips brushing against the top of your head. The soft sound of his voice, laced with a quiet desperation, made your heart flutter in your chest.

You looked up at him, giving him a soft smile. "I’m not going anywhere, Marc."

He gave you a small, satisfied smile, but it didn’t last long before his lips were finding yours, the kiss gentle at first, testing, almost as if asking for permission.

His hand came to rest on your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. When you responded, kissing him back with the same tenderness, he deepened the kiss, his body pressing closer, his knee injury forgotten in the heat of the moment.

The kiss was slow, deliberate, as if he was trying to savor every second. You felt his breath quicken as his hand moved to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair, holding you in place as he kissed you harder.

There was no rush, no urgency, just the overwhelming feeling of him needing to be close to you. His lips were soft against yours, his kisses lingering as though he couldn’t bear to pull away.

When he finally did, it was only to breathe, his forehead resting against yours, his eyes closed like he was memorizing the way you felt.

"I just… I need to be near you," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. "I’m not letting you go. Not now. Not ever."

You smiled, tracing his jaw with your fingers, the simple act of touching him grounding you. "I’m not going anywhere, Marc. I’m right here."

His arms tightened around you again, pulling you onto his lap, despite the injury. You felt his breath hitch as he shifted carefully, but he didn’t let you go.

"Good," he murmured, his lips brushing your neck in a tender, slow kiss that made your heart skip a beat. "I’m so lucky to have you."

"You’re lucky to have me?" you teased, lifting your head to look at him. "I think the luck’s all on my side."

Marc laughed softly, his hands gently caressing your back as he settled you more comfortably on his lap. "You have no idea how much I love you," he said, his voice filled with a sincerity that made your chest tighten.

He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, his lips lingering there for a moment before he pulled back to look into your eyes. "You’re everything to me. And I want you to know that. Every day, always."

You could feel your heart swell at his words, your own emotions rising with every touch, every kiss.

You cupped his face in your hands, pulling him in for another kiss, deeper this time, as if you could convey everything you were feeling without words.

Marc kissed you back with equal intensity, his hands moving to your waist, gently pulling you closer.

"Stay with me like this forever," he whispered between kisses, his lips tracing over your skin. "I never want to let you go."

You smiled, kissing him again, more passionately this time. “I’m not going anywhere, Marc,” you repeated, as if your words were a promise, a vow.

And he believed you.

[qkopi]

LINK UP (2)

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pairings: prowler! miles x fem! reader

cw: cheating, profanity, TOXIC milo, VERY suggestive (atp it’s light smut🤷🏻‍♀️)

summary: three weeks. you have been meeting up with milo behind miles’ back for three weeks. miles was bound to find out one way, right?

a/n: u guys r gonna hate me @ the end but i’m sorry i had to do it😭🙏🏽 dw i’m like halfway finished i stg and for the ppl who wants to be in my tag list, i’m sorry i js can’t ts takes way too long i can’t🙅🏻‍♀️

pt 1 <- pt 2 -> pt 3

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“miles but-“

“sorry mi vida, just give me a few minutes okay? i’ll be back before you know it!” miles cut you off as he rushed out of the apartment, leaving you disappointed that your date with him was canceled once again.

you wanted to spend the whole day with miles but it looks like you were now going to spend it with milo.

“well..” milo grinned as he walked over to you.

“looks like we’ve got the place to ourselves, huh?” he had a triumphant look in his eyes, and he couldn’t help but show a condescending smile as he spoke.

“milo, stop. im not in the mood.” you sighed, turning away to not face him as you rubbed your temples.

he raised an eyebrow, coming to a stop a few inches behind you, his right knee bumping one of your left’s. he set a hand on your shoulder, grinning at you.

“something goin on, ma?” milo asked in his signature drawl, a small smirk breaking through his facade of apathy.

the last few days, you had been thinking about ending the affair between you and milo. you felt bad for meeting up with him behind miles’ back, but you couldn’t help it, being with milo felt so good that you seemed to forget everything.

but then, the guilt started to eat you up, feeling horrible to miles as he didn’t know anything that has been happening. you were planning to confront milo tonight after spending the day with miles but looks like time had other plans for you.

“you know damn well what’s going on.” you spat out, still not sparing him a glance.

it went on for 3 weeks, almost a month, this affair with milo had to stop before it could lead to more trouble.

milo let his hand fall to his lap, his smile growing as he moved up to you side, his arms wrapping around your waist loosely and his chin resting on your shoulder.

“how did you come to this conclusion?” he teased, chuckling under his breath before kissing your cheek.

“stop.. stop..” you tried to push him off, knowing his affection were your weaknesses, but it only made his grip around you tighter.

he smirked, a few gentle nibbles to your ear earning a grunt out of you.

“nah, im comfortable.” he chuckled, gently nipping at a portion of your earlobe.

“but do tell me more about what’s up.” milo teased, his smirk broadening as your protests were cut off by his playful affection.

“y-you..” you tried to focus on what you were going to say to him but his kisses distracting you.

“me, and?” he whispered into your ear, a small chuckle escaping him as he kissed your cheek again. milo could feel your body shiver at the sensation, his free hand running up your spine.

“and…? speak up, mami.” you couldn’t speak, even if you wanted to, you melted onto his touch as your mind became hazy from his affection.

a chuckle left him as he could hear your breathing grow heavy. it made his smirk grow wider.

“still nothing? aw….” milo teased in your ear, his voice a low whisper as he landed a soft kiss on your cheek once more

he pulled back enough to look down on her, letting her take in a deep breath before speaking again.

“how about now…?”

“w-what? why did you stop?” you asked with confusion contorting up in your face.

“i never stop for long.” he said.

“now are you gonna talk to me, mami, or should I shut you up and keep going?” milo teased, his smirk growing wider.

“keep going..” you mumbled, lowering your head in embarrassment. damn it, this boy knew how to get to me and now, i couldn’t confront him anymore!

milo chuckled, his hands squeezing more at your waist, keeping you tight against him as he laid another kiss on your ear, cheek and, neck, letting you soak in the feeling of his kisses.

“now, tell me about why you’re upset.” he whispered into your ear, the smell of his cologne bringing a faint sense of security to you, his warm breathe heating the side of your head.

“because..” you couldn’t continue talking as you felt his lips on your neck, kissing the one spot that he knows that makes you go feral.

milo chuckled into your ear, his lips finding the soft flesh of your throat and nibbling at it gently as he ran a hand through your hair.

“you’re so cute when you’re flustered.” he teased, pulling back and giving you a gentle smile as his hand returned to your waist.

“go on..”

“you..” you tried to hold onto something as you felt his euphoric touching all over your body.

“me, what?” milo chuckled, nibbling at your earlobe again.

“you can’t keep me guessing forever, mami.” he said, his hands wrapping around your waist again as his mouth stayed near your ear. his hand cupped your chin and slowly pivoted you to face his gaze.

“come on, say it.” milo teased, pulling away with a smirk. his hand ran from your chin to the side of your face, tilting your head so you can see his smirk.

“what’s bugging you?” he gave you a chance to talk.

“we can’t keep doing this, milo.” you finally managed to let him know.

“i can’t keep doing this.” you said sternly, trying to seem serious.

milo froze for a moment, his eyes widening just a little before he broke into a smile.

“you’re still on about that?” he teased, his eyes twinkling playfully as he looked over your face.

“c’mon, mami. doesn’t my affection make it feel worth it?” he teased, his hand running over her cheek.

“yes but..” you began to melt in his touch again.

“no, no! stop.” you softly smacked his hand away, not wanting to fall for his tricks again. you look away from him, sensing that he may distract you to confront him again.

milo didn’t flinch when you smacked his hand away, a smirk gracing his face. a small chuckle left him as one of his hands wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer.

“that never works, mami.” he said, his breath leaving his mouth warm on your skin as he placed a soft kiss on your shoulder.

“you’ll talk eventually…”

“it’s been almost a month, milo.. i can’t keep doing this to miles..” you said, feeling his chest press against your back as he hugged you from behind.

a small chuckle left him as he kissed your neck again, the feeling of his lips against your skin, making you gasp. his free hand squeezed at your waist gently, caressing you while his other held your hip.

“come on, y/n.. what miles doesn’t know won’t hurt him..” he teased, leaning in near your ear and placing another soft kiss in the center of your ear before stepping back.

“milo.. he’s your brother, for gods sake..” milo only smirked, leaning further in.

“yeah, he’s my brother but..” *he chuckled, his hand on your hip squeezing a bit. he looked into your eyes playfully as he kissed your cheek.

“i liked you first.” he teased as he kissed at the other cheek.

“but i’m his girlfriend..” you mumbled under your breath, feeling disappointed at milo and you.

“dont worry, mami.” milo kissed her once more, pulling back.

“besides, if you didn’t like what we have, you would’ve stopped meeting up with me.” his smirk broadened.

“but you didn’t. you know why?” he teased, his voice dropping low, a teasing grin on his face.

“cause you like it..”

“i… i don’t.” you glared at him, trying to appear as if you hated this.

“you sure bout that, ma?” milo smirked as he moved closer towards you. he pressed up against you a little bit more with his hands trailing down your body, caressing you sensually.

“cause if you really didn’t like this shit, then you would’ve stopped from the very beginning.”

your breath hitched, knowing that milo was fully right about what he said, but before you could deny and protest, he had kissed you to shut you up.

milo’s lips were soft and passionate, his body pressing against yours tightly. he didn’t give you a chance to escape as he kissed you deeply and passionately. his hands were slowly trailing down your body as the feeling of his touch made you weak in the knees. you couldn’t resist him, and he knew it. with his touch, he would make you forget about everything else…

milo smirked in the kiss when he felt your arms snaked up to his neck, pulling him even closer. he continued to kiss you passionately, clearly taking advantage of your weakness, but you didn’t care, you were lost in the moment of the kiss. his lips were soft and tender against yours, and you couldn’t help but savor every bite of it. he took it to another level, deepening the kiss and making it more intense.

he was making sure that you forgot about everything else, and focused only on him…

milo then took your legs, wrapping them around his waist as he carried you to his bedroom as the both of you continued making out. he placed you on the bed, and he was already on top of you, kissing you passionately. his lips were gentle yet firm, as they pressed up against yours. he wasn’t going to stop until he had you completely under his control.

the two of you slowly pulled away to catch your breaths as both you and milo looked into each other’s eyes.

milo looked at you intently, as he brushed his fingers through your hair. his eyes had a knowing look in them, as if he could see right through you. he began to nibble on your neck. his hands were already on your blouse, unbuttoning it slowly.

before milo could even get to the 2nd button, milo’s door had suddenly opened, making both you and milo stop.

“milo, have you seen y/n-“ miles immediately stopped as he saw the scene unfold in front of him.

“what the hell..” miles was in disbelief.

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[seneon]

★ 𓂃 KISS ME UNTIL MY LIPS FALL OFF.

some thoughts my mind wondered off to when i think about touya on a daily. contains fluff, tiny suggestiveness, and a lot of yapping¡ part two 🕷️ some hcs already has a fully written oneshot so you can indulge furthermore¡!

ONE .𖥔 ݁ touya definitely sits at the edge of a high-rise building, looking down and pondering upon the city as the cool air hits and plays with his hair. based on that one scene where he jumped down to burn toga's old house, if you're on the building with touya, at some point he definitely pushed you off the building. ok listen that sounds out of pocket and straight up mean but listen kay? he'll slither his arms around your waist and pull you close to him, then he'll just grab you and push you while he too, jumps off the building. it's definitely a guilty pleasure for touya to gamble his life along with the life of another person in his hands. for some reason, it's pretty romantic too... the way he'd hold you so close to him as you both fall. touya always lands perfectly with his blue flames, creating a cool effect and overall a thrilling experience for you ( you definitely did not almost shit your pants or cry your eyes out yeah ) ★ come around

TWO .𖥔 ݁ joker x harley trope. this guy might just probably love joker a ton, probably even a hugeee fan since joker's first debut in dc. he a lil crazy, js like joker for realz. and y'k what's perfect for a joker lover? a harley quinn girly. a bright, insanely cool and probably secretly obsessive possessive and just a tad bit insane girl ( that's not me tho 💔 ) ugh just imagine saying you'd die for him then you jumped into literal freaking acid and somehow still living and breathing when you don't melt off and he gets sick n tired of your shit and jumps in the acid pool to rescue and harshly kiss you after allat acid burning shi. miraculously you both survived and are reborn as whoever you guys are... living as the now psychotically villainous couple. ★ let the world burn

THREE .𖥔 ݁ touya gets the line "that boy is a real pussy pleaser" and you get "that girl is a real crowd pleaser" and it definitely matches the two of you. likeee do i even have to say anymore? oh i do? kay. you're pretty and nice and everything, often being a pleaser of the crowd and loving the attention people give you when you're in public. while touya is always behind you, following you around and scaring people with his intense sneer alone like a guard dog. in secret when you're both alone, he pleases you instead, telling you over and over again that he doesn't like it when you wear that one mini skirt in public which is only for his eyes to see. he's jealous and a bit angry, but he won't really hurt you. just a few fueling in his touch from his flames n that's all.

FOUR .𖥔 ݁ he's the one who ties and zips every single of your dresses. yeah... whether it be a corset or just a simple zip up top or something needed to do with ribbon that you can't reach. all you have to do is just walk up to him and turn your back to him. he'll immediately settle it for you, pulling you close by holding your waist then gently tying or zipping it up for you. of course, he often resists the fact that he could've just not done all of that and burn your bare back with his piercing turquoise eyes. touya makes sure to slide his fingers down your spine everytime after he's done tying your dress or zipping it up, just to give you some chills and tease you. ★ silky ribbons

FIVE .𖥔 ݁ this guy doesn't really talk or show that much love cuz he's edgy and probably wanna come off as mysterious and uncaring. but when he needs some comfort and affection, he just... puts you on his lap and hugs your entire form like you're his little teddy. touya will not utter a single word but will instead hold you tighter around the waist and lean his entire form on you. you can obviously tell a difference by his breathing when he first set you on his lap and after a few minutes in of embracing you. he'd calm down so fast with doing this. touya probably wants you to talk a lot too, just to hear your voice and perchance.. rest his eyes on your shoulders as you quietly yap about your day.

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[strawberrygyuuuu]

𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐘!𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐱 𝐅!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 —> 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 —> 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 —> 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐂. 𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐧 𝐱 𝐂. 𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐂. 𝐁𝐞𝐨𝐦𝐠𝐲𝐮

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 —> 𝐣𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐩𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝 & 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 —> 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞. ➽───────────────❥ ⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ ⠂⠄⠄⠂☆

This is such chaos

Especially if you match their energy; specifically Beomgyu's

You, gyu and Jun are so loud and chaotic together I just know Soobin sometimes gets a headache

But it's funny cause he's also the one fondly and lovingly staring at y'all even if he complains

"aigo, so noisy.." as if Soobin is actually annoyed 🙄

Just kiss him n he's all smiles and shy

He'd never change it for the world tho; having y'all being loud and laughing together is weirdly not only entertaining

But also a sense of comfort: home.

He'd never wish for it to be different even if it does cause him headaches lol

Boy is just whipped as hell dudes 🤷🏻‍♀️

They are ALWAYS bickering; bg n yj

Yj will full on palm on bg's head and push hard bc why TF does he keep pulling his beanie down, covering yjs eyes?

Then bg wants to complain to one of yous

"soobinnie!!!! Yeonjunie hit me!! Put him in time out!!!>:(" and that cute little pout

Like...what do you want us to do about that?

"babyyyy!!! Junnie-hyung said he wanted to break up with me!!!>:( finish him!!!!" with a cute little pout and you're like ????? No?? wha????

He just told bg to stop tugging on his hair ??? Hello??😭

Yeonjun def remembers everyone's likes, dislikes, especially in food, snacks n drinks

He remembers y'all's favorite meals, drink orders and snacks

He KNOWS what to put on all of your guys plate and never gets it wrong, he js cares enough to know hey! let's not put mushrooms on y/ns and bgs plate !

So hopelessly in love idk dudes

Tom & Jerry: yk & bg

Bg sulks and pouts and gets grumpy when y'all eat without him

This boy just really wants to spend time with his lovers and eating together, having fun and talking or watching sum

Quality time is def Beomgyu's main love language

Gift giving & acts of service for Yeonjun

Quality time & acts of service (physical affection maybe?) for Sooby boobie

The princess treatment in this relationship is real dude

Like....Bro's will tie your shoes for you, buy you n e/o stuff all the time too

"hey, you like these, right, y/n?"

Ex; yj getting bg gummies he always eats without hesitation and then suggested to get every flavor

"I got you three something, go look in your bags, loves."

And it's matching onsies

My melody for bg, pompompurin for yj, pochacco for Soobin and you're prob hello kitty or kuromi

And yj's ears are bright red he's so bashful but is glad you guys liked it

Y'all wear them every night for bed now

Yj is the one spending the most money in this relationship tho, the running joke is he's your guy's little personal sugar daddy lol

It's cause he wants to spoil you guys tho

All of you's do more than enough for him already so there's no need to stress (that's what he says anyways.)

Beomgyu loves testing y'all's patience but dw he'll make it up with smothering wet kisses !!!

He's giggling while you're fuming cause he's so annoying 😭

But it's worth it, loving him, I mean

He prefers to be more private with physical affection so not a lot of pda for yall

Js wants the moments to be between you two four only n for no one else to see or try n judge

Soobinnie loves doing this thing where he sneaks his cold hands underneath your shirt and keep them there while giggling and nuzzling his nose in your neck/shoulder

While you're fighting for your life against his cold hands, mind you 🧍🏻‍♀️

Soobin and yeonjun cook mostly, together usually too

If you get hurt they are soooo concerned and worried but caring and gentle and so loving

Bitches will squeeze and smother the sadness and hurt out of ya

[syntheticsymp]

I've got a silly blurb i wanna share, so I'm imagining for a long time niktos 'pet' slowly loses their shit and it shows. In like different ways.

Maybe nikto finally lets them handle the hunt he bought in after months of keeping them way from knives and all u can hear is the aggressive chopping of the meat

Or or they bite off nails/pull hair/Peel their lips to the point of bleeding, and the occasional spacing out for hours tto the point of losing sleep

(Sorry I js like to imagine how it affects reader's mentality being kidnapped n all :3!)

oh ho HO YES. I AM OBSESSED

Nikto thought that after you got used to him, the worst of things would be over. That maybe you'd accept him. That you'd be the doting little pet he wanted you to be.

But instead, he's making you more like him. Something twisted, broken, and so close to snapping. He destroys everything he touches, but he can't lose you. So he decides to ignore what you're going through. He doesn't want to accept that he had finally pushed you to the point of no return. All the while you keep getting worse, numb to the point that hurting yourself comes naturally. Small bits of pain to prove you are in control of your own body, of your own life.

You don't even notice the blood in your mouth from your chewed lips or the tears in your eyes until you're standing in the kitchen with absolutely no clue how you got there. Your mind is churning in on itself, purging memories that are better left forgotten at a rate you couldn't keep up with. You're scared, so scared, that you're going to lose yourself entirely. But then Nikto finds you and guides you back to bed, shoving his fingers in your mouth as you tried (and failed) to sleep so you wouldn't bite yourself anymore.

Things were supposed to get better with time. But as your hope of escape slowly burns out and your old life passes you by without you in it, you were starting to become just as crazy as Nikto.

Thank you for sharing your blurb with me boo I love it <333

[inhabited-n-baked]

Junkrat x reader hcs + small fic !!

~{Hi hi I finally got to it !! I suck at writing these but I’ll get better soon enough, fics are js easier !! (,,>﹏<,,) I have been working on it so expect some hcs for other characters too !!}~

Junkrat’s life is full of chaos, and when you start dating, he’s thrilled to bring you along for the ride. Whether it's pulling off a heist or getting into trouble with Roadhog, you’re always tagging along. Junkrat absolutely loves showing you the ropes of his "business" and just how much chaos he can create (silly goober activities Fr)

Underneath all the chaos, Junkrat has a surprising soft spot for you. He's always eager to make sure you're safe, even though he often forgets to show it in the usual "caring" way. For example, he might toss you a piece of candy in the middle of a job and say something like, "Eat this, love, I don’t want you faintin' in the middle of a job!" or grumble when you’re too close to an explosion, "Oi, I said get back, what if I blow it up the wrong way?!"

Junkrat’s idea of a gift? Well, it’s likely going to be something explosive or dangerous, but it’s the thought that counts, right? He might give you a homemade firecracker or a small dynamite package and say, “Found this, thought you might like it! Keep it safe, alright? Don't go blowin’ things up without me.” He sees it as a romantic gesture, and honestly, that’s just how he is—adrenaline junkie and all !!

If you're ever hurt or in danger, Junkrat's protective side comes out. He might not know the best first-aid methods, but he will always patch you up the best way he knows how, using whatever supplies are around (including some questionable "medicinal" items). He’ll grumble and act all tough, but his concern is real, and you'll always hear him mutter something like, "You’re lucky I can’t blow you up, love… you'd be *way* more dead than you look."

Roadhog and Junkrat have this strange dynamic—Junkrat loves to push Roadhog’s buttons and always acts like the loud, chaotic one, while Roadhog is the quieter, more stoic presence. But in reality, Roadhog is surprisingly protective of both you and Junkrat. If anything were to happen during a job, Roadhog would likely step in, making sure you’re not in harm’s way. Junkrat might whine, “Oi, I had it under control! But, uh, thanks, big guy.”

Roadhog is never far behind, and while he’s intimidating, he’s surprisingly chill about Junkrat’s antics. He might not understand your relationship with Junkrat at first, but he’s used to Junkrat’s random bursts of affection. The two of you often banter with him, and sometimes Roadhog even has to step in to stop Junkrat from taking things too far. Roadhog will often just grumble, “If you blow up that place, I’ll leave you both behind.” But deep down, it’s clear he cares about Junkrat, and by extension, kind of looks out for you too.

Romance, for Junkrat, is unconventional. He might not bring you flowers, but he’ll likely create a bunch of mini explosions in your honor, lighting them up in the shape of your name (or something embarrassing like "I <3 U"). His version of "sweet nothings" is far from smooth, with lines like, "You’re like a bomb in my heart, love, ready to explode… but in a good way, yeah?" You’ll never be bored, and his version of romance is full of surprise (and often, danger)

Despite all the violence, mayhem, and crime in your life with Junkrat, there’s a lot of joy in the madness. Junkrat’s genuine affection for you is wrapped up in all his chaotic tendencies. It’s clear he’d go to any lengths to keep you safe, and even if his methods seem out of control, there’s no one else he’d rather be with on his crazy adventures.

♫♪.ılılıll|̲̅̅●̲̅̅|̲̅̅=̲̅̅|̲̅̅●̲̅̅|llılılı.♫♪

The fire crackled as you, Junkrat, and Roadhog settled around the campfire a few miles outside of junkertown. The heist had gone off without a hitch—well, almost. Junkrat had blown up a few things he wasn’t supposed to, but what’s a heist without a little explosive touch? You couldn't help but chuckle as he waved his hands around dramatically, recounting his side of the story.

"So then—BOOM!—I throw the grenade in, and they didn’t even see it coming!" Junkrat laughed, his voice wild and unrestrained as he slapped his knee, clearly pleased with himself. "The whole place went up like a birthday cake! A big, fiery, delightful disaster!"

You couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm. His hair, wild and untamed as always, framed his face with an almost innocent look, despite the fact that he had just left a trail of destruction in his wake. "You really need to work on your timing, you know," you teased. "Next time, maybe don’t blow everything up in the middle of the plan."

Junkrat shot you a playful glare, squinting one eye like he was sizing you up. "Hey! What can I say? I bring the *spark* to the party! It’s not a proper heist unless half the place is in flames, right?"

Roadhog just grunted from his side of the fire, the gruff noise a typical response to Junkrat’s antics. His mask hid most of his expressions, but you swore you could hear a hint of amusement in his growl.

"Yeah, well, someone has to keep the explosives under control," you said, leaning back against a rock and watching the fire flicker. "You’ve almost blown us up twice this week."

Junkrat leaned toward you with a mischievous grin, eyes glinting in the firelight. "That’s just me showing enthusiasm for the job!" His voice dropped to a dramatic whisper. "I’m an artist, mate. And you—" He pointed his thumb toward you, "—are my perfect muse.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes. "An artist, huh? Maybe one who needs to work on their timing.”

He shrugged with a carefree grin. "Timing’s overrated. A little chaos makes everything better. You know you like it!"

You shook your head with a laugh, knowing it was true. There was something about Junkrat’s reckless energy that was strangely... charming. He was a bit of a mess, but that was part of his appeal. You leaned in a little closer to the fire, watching as the flames danced and crackled.

"Alright, alright, I admit it," you said, breaking the playful silence. "You do know how to make things... interesting."

Junkrat puffed out his chest, proud of himself. "Told ya! I’m a masterpiece in action."

Roadhog let out another low grunt, but this time, it sounded like a chuckle. You exchanged a glance with Junkrat, both of you sharing a knowing smirk.

"Guess we should head out soon," you said after a moment, glancing at the horizon. "Can’t stay out here forever."

Junkrat’s eyes lit up with mischief again. "Or we could just blow up the road and never leave!" He laughed at his own joke, leaning back with his arms behind his head, enjoying the night as though he hadn’t just stolen half a vault's worth of cash.

"Yeah, let’s not do that," you muttered, shaking your head but smiling.

As the night settled in, the three of you continued to talk, joke, and enjoy the rare peace that followed a successful job. Even if the world around you was chaos, for now, it felt right.

~{*swallows him whole.*}~

[xxlady-lunaxx]

your fav kamado siblings and giyuu anon here! ill sign off w a purple heart from now on haha 💜

i have another request! setting and context up to you, just giving you some tags!

hurt/comfort (giyuu gets the comfort), fluff, nightmares, literal sleeping together! :) im sorry cant stop thinking about those three 💜

yaay ! ooh okay, purple anon then <3 (i took so long to write this that i js realized it prolly seemed random to any1 else that youre 💜 anon 😭 IM SORRY) it's nice to see you again :D and of course :O i'll do my best cw! nightmares?? idk just a little panicky at the beginning featuring giyuu and his forcefully adopted siblings, and no particular timeline lmfao... also this is short argh

It must be strange for a Hashira to get nightmares. But then again, they had all faced so many horrors, it would be even more pecuilar if they didn't experience them. Even so, Giyuu felt childish. Waking up in a pool of cold sweat, mind racing with the flashes of blood and deattached limbs strewn about. His chest heaved as he desperately drew in air, trying to catch his breath. He pressed a hand to his fast-beating heart, pushing gently, trying to control it. He hated it. He hated the nights when he was given a break from his duties to rest. It seemed to always end up like this.

As he slowly lowered himself back down, his dream came back to him in full force and replayed in his mind, no matter how much he tried to force it away. Panic rose in him again and he shot back up, almost toppling out of the bed, his arm hitting the wooden floor loudly. He flinched, though he was glad for it as it distracted his thoughts from his dream and he focused on making sure he hadn't broken his wrist (which, of course, he hadn't, but it was a better thought than the ones that threatened to take over).

There was a pattering of footsteps and he tensed, hand straying to the katana that sat by his futon. Then Tanjiro and Nezuko entered the room and he relaxed slightly. He had nearly forgotten.

They were staying over at his house tonight, having been too far from any Wisteria Houses after Tanjiro's mission. They must've heard Giyuu's distress because now they were all bunched up under his blanket, snuggling closer to him. Giyuu decided to let them stay, finding the warmth of their presence comforting.

"Are you okay, Giyuu-san?" Tanjiro asked quietly, after everyone had adjusted.

Giyuu nodded slowly. "Ye-ep," he mumbled, internally slapping himself at the crack in his voice.

"We heard you fall, or something, and got worried. Also it was dreadfully cold alone," Tanjiro hummed, scooting closer and wrapping his arms tightly around Giyuu without a care in the world.

Momentarily, Giyuu tensed, unsure how to take this sudden bit of affection. Yes, they had abruptly slipped into his bed, but he wasn't used to this, it had been so long. He didn't even realize he was crying until Nezuko's sillhouette appeared above him as she gazed at him, eyes tense with worry and scrubbing at his cheeks with the sleeve of her kimono. Giyuu flushed, embarrassed. In his shock, he must've let down his guard. God, he had to pull himself together!

Tanjiro, noticing now, tightened the embrace, burying his head in Giyuu's chest. "Don't cry, Giyuu-san. Do you want me to sing you a song? I used to sing lullabies for my younger siblings," he said, his words muffled by fabric.

Giyuu gave a start. A lullaby? "No... No, I'm okay," he said, voice thick. He cleared his throat several times, tugging Nezuko back down and wrapping and arm around her almost protectively. "It's okay."

Tanjiro's head popped back up to look at him. "You sure? It's not bothering us, if that's what-"

"No," Giyuu repeated, nudging him back down. "I'm fine. I'm sorry."

Tanjiro frowned slightly but settled back under the covers. "Okay. Did something happen earlier? Or did you just hit something?" he asked, after a moment of silence.

"I had a... dream. And I sat up too quickly and... yeah," Giyuu said, trailing off. He didn't really want Tanjiro to know him in his weak moments. This was embarrassing enough.

"Was it a nightmare?" Tanjiro asked.

Giyuu hesitated before answering. Tanjiro didn't sound mocking, at least. Well, yeah, he was Tanjiro... but still. "You can call it that, I suppose," he mumbled, tucking his chin down to his chest.

Nezuko, who had fallen asleep at some point, nuzzled closer, her form shrinking slightly and fitting into Giyuu's arm like a little bundle. A smile softened Giyuu's lips, though nobody could see it, and he held her close, wishing he had met the Kamados in any other circumstance.

"It's okay to have nightmares," Tanjiro said quietly, as if sensing Giyuu's reluctance. "I have them too, sometimes. Everyone has them and being a Demon Slayer basically guarantees nightmares—it's like it comes as part of the job. So don't feel bad!"

Giyuu mulled on this. It was probably true. Nevertheless, he still felt like shit about it. If he was a so-called Hashira, shouldn't he be able to fend off something as stupid as nightmares?

"Okay," he said anyway, wanting to please Tanjiro. he paused, a thought occurring to him. "How often do you have them?"

Tanjiro shifted, not answering for a minute. "It's not really... consistent? They just come and go," he said quietly, reaching over Giyuu to cup Nezuko's hand in his own.

"Oh." Giyuu glanced down. Tanjiro's eyes were closed but he was still awake, slowly tilting to the edge of sleep. "If you... want to talk about them? You can come to me. If you want."

Tanjiro's eyes opened by a breath and he smiled at Giyuu's vague direction. "Thank you, Giyuu-san. You can talk to me too. About anything," he murmured, closing his eyes again.

Giyuu lifted his hand, running it through Tanjiro's short hair. "Okay," he said again, closing his own eyes and resting back against the pillow.

Their quiet breaths became the only sound in the tranquility of the room, slowly pacing into sleep. This would become almost a habit, talking quietly to one another when Tanjiro visited until the conversation lulled into a gentle slumber—the warmth of other presence comforting them until they could finally relax.

I'm so bad at endings, it's not even funny anymore

[altxts]

- too loud

- pairings: taehyun x beomgyu

- content: smut , dom top taehyun , btm beomgyu , rough sex , anal sex , face fucking , messy sex , semi-public sex , nipple play , blowjob , cowboy beomgyu , fingering , usage of f slur (i can reclaim) , degrading

- note: been wanting to write a taegyu smut for agesss theres js smth abt these two. wrote this at 3am so if my grammars bad sorry

beomgyu had just finished recording his lines for the upcoming comeback, happy that he’s finally done he sits down on the couch outside the studio, right next to taehyun who’s waiting for his turn after yeonjun.

beomgyu felt uncomfortable next to the younger man, earlier that day they both got into an argument which led into both of them to avoid any contact.

“so how’d it go hyung?” taehyun asks, arms crossed on his chest, manspreading with his blue jeans looking over at beomgyu who’s on his phone, obviously avoiding any type of contact with taehyun.

beomgyu notices his attempt to start a conversation before looking up from his phone and over at taehyun, his attention going right to taehyun’s posture. “it- it was fine” he says awkwardly obviously affected by taehyun’s presence before going back to using his phone.

minutes pass and quietness fills the room, both of them sitting there awkwardly. beomgyu stands up and starts walking over to the exit before feeling a hand grabbing his arm, pulling him into an empty room. beomgyu couldn’t even react before he was pushed against the wall, before opening his eyes he felt lips against his own, it was taehyun.

taehyun moved his hands around beomgyu’s body as he kissed him aggressively, grinding their bodies together before positioning himself against the door.

beomgyu couldn’t think. he didn’t care if it was a bad idea. he didn’t care if he was mad at taehyun anymore. he wanted his touch. “you’re so sexy” he said grabbing taehyun’s hair pushing his body against him, feeling taehyun’s now erect cock in his pants against his thigh.

“wanna fuck you so bad right now” taehyun spoke in between messy kisses, moaning into beomgyu’s mouth, exploring the other’s mouth with his tongue.

beomgyu quickly pulled up taehyun’s black shirt, exposing his muscular torso as he kissed his neck moving down to his nipples licking them playfully as he looked up at taehyun with his puppy eyes.

taehyun smirked looking down at beomgyu, throwing his head back in pleasure letting out a soft moan before looking back at beomgyu who’s licking and kissing his defined abs.

beomgyu quickly moved down to taehyun’s pants, stroking the noticeable bulge before removing his belt throwing it to the other side of the room. he swiftly pulled taehyun’s pants down exposing his huge cock bulging through his black tight underwear. without hesitation already craving his cock he pulls down taehyun’s underwear, his cock hitting him in the face, he shoves it in his mouth, bopping his head back and forth.

taehyun groaned as he took him whole. staring at beomgyu’s mouth moving around his dick. sloppy and messy sounds coming from his hyung, he moved his hands through beomgyu’s hair, caressing it slowly as he kept on moaning.

beomgyu almost choked right there, taehyun’s whole length hitting the back of his throat as he kept on sucking and moving his head up and down.

“fucking whore..” taehyun moaned softly, panting softy as well. his grip tightened on beomgyu’s hair as he started to thrust his cock down his throat, making him gag relentlessly. he forced beomgyu’s mouth to meet his crotch, pushing him down aggressively making him cough on his length.

beomgyu’s eyes started to water as he kept on taking taehyun’s cock. looking up at him again as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, causing him to gag even more, almost losing his breath.

taehyun pulled beomgyu away, saliva keeping beomgyu and his cock connected. he slapped beomgyu’s face, leaving a huge red mark whilst smirking seductively. he turned beomgyu around swiftly, pulling his pants and boxers down as he separated his asscheeks with both hands before spitting around his hole, without a warning, he shoved his middle finger in beomgyu’s tight hole fingering him as he inserted another two fingers.

beomgyu, now pushed against the wall, standing up, moaned loudly when he felt fingers around and in his tight hole. “taehyun.. please fuck me..” he begged eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“yeah? you want me to fuck you?” taehyun said standing up behind beomgyu, whispering in his ear. one hand moving down to beomgyu’s slim waist whilst his other hand moving to beomgyu’s head, pushing it against the wall before shoving his thick cock in beomgyu’s tight hole thrusting slowly at first before picking up his speed.

beomgyu moaned loudly against the wall, stuck in taehyun’s grip as he felt the younger man’s cock pushing deep around his walls. “you’re so big” he was able to say mixed with his moans, mumbling.

taehyun didn’t stop picking his speed up. his two grips on beomgyu’s body tightened as he fucked him harder and faster. they were both a moaning and groaning mess, beomgyu making the most noise. “you’re all mine slut..” taehyun whispered seductively in beomgyu’s ear.

“i- wanna ride you” beomgyu moaned loudly against the wall, breathing heavily as he took taehyun’s cock.

“beg.” taehyun demanded as he removed his hand from beomgyu’s head, holding his waist with both his hands for support as he moved inside beomgyu with an animalistic pace.

“please.. i wanna ride you terry.. please.. give it to me” he begged whining as he looked back at taehyun who’s all sweaty, muscles moving as he kept on thrusting.

“good boy..” taehyun smirked as he got down on the floor, resting his elbows on it for support, groaning and grunting loudly as beomgyu lowered himself onto his cock before he started to bounce.

as beomgyu started to bounce he started moaning louder than ever before, feeling his hole being destroyed by taehyun’s monstrous size. “so fucking biggggg” he whined as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

“i know im big bitch.. you’re just a tight fucking fag” taehyun couldn’t stop groaning as he watched beomgyu’s bubble butt clapping against his crotch area, making him even more turned on as beomgyu arched his back.

beomgyu was so turned on by taehyun’s dirty talk he started to bounce even faster, feeling his climax building up. “fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck” he moaned as he came right up in the air, making a sticky mess.

taehyun felt beomgyu tighten around him which threw him over the edge, making him groan as he came right up into beomgyu’s hole, filling him up as cum dripped down his shaft.

both of them being a breathing mess they quickly got dressed and got out of the stall, taehyun walking over to the studio while beomgyu struggled to walk correctly to the exit, needing support grabbing the walls.

but what they didn’t know was the noise they made that day would’ve been recorded in yeonjun’s parts.

[listofwhyyouloveher]

Summary: (character switch!!!) After a while of being apart while Bob was crossroad-ing, he's finally back.

Warning: Smut, fingering, comfort, p in v, unspecified protection

Author's note: first example of prompt switching, which is where I take a character that's been requested that I dont feel comfortable answering and js switch it with a similar personality, same actor. Check my notice for more

Each day without Bob dragged longer than it should. It felt as if time was pulling you back as you were pushing forwards, minutes felt like hours until you could see your junkie boyfriend again.

The door swung open suddenly and the sun glared through your house ad you smiled. You ran to the door, enveloping him in a hug.

"Hey, doll, how's it been?" He chuckled, smacking your ass lovingly. You scoffed at this display of affection and rolled your eyes.

"Maybe it was better without you," you joked, he grinned and pushed past you to the couch, on which he lazily flopped down onto.

"Glad to know you missed me" He winked before patting his lap, inviting you to straddle him. You rolled your eyes but complied, hands splayed out against his chest as a balance point.

"Need to stop getting in trouble with Gentry," you murmmured, placing kisses against his face, he chuckled.

"You thats not going to happen," he pressed his thumb against your lips and your tongue darted out to kitten lick the pad of his thumb.

"Doesn't stop me from trying," you pressed his hand against your cheek, basically making him cup your face. His hands found purchase at your hips.

"Bob.." you started, breath catching in your throat as if you were embarrassed to ask for something you yearned for so badly.

"I know, doll." He smirked, he knew how restless you could get after him being gonr for a long time. You sighed, pressing your core against him, eyes fluttering in pleasure you sought after all these days but could not find.

Bob clicked his tongue, unbuttoning your pants and sliding them down til his hand could press against your soaked underwear.

"If this is how I'm rewarded everytime I come back, maybe Nadine should throw that damn hat on the bed more often." Bob joked, playing with your cunt.

You groaned, grinding against his fingers helplessly.

"Don't you dare, you know that's gonna get you killed," you muttered as Bob picked up the pace. You gripped the hem of his shirt tightly, throwing your head back in pleasure.

"I know," he said, pulling his fingers out with a wet pop. You kiss your teeth in frustration at your ruined orgasm before grabbing at Bob's belt. The belt fell to the floor with a clink, and he wasted no time, pressing into your cunt with desperation.

Your walls constricted, and Bob grunted in frustration.

"C'mon, sweetheart, relax a little," His thumb found your clit, rubbing it in smooth soothing circles. Slowly, you sank down on Bob's length, the overwhelming pressure on your abdomen pricked your eyes with tears but you still lowered yourself.

You sighed when he fully bottomed out, sitting comfortably on top of him.

"Feel good?" He asked, a hint of concern poking through his tough demeanor. You nodded, slowly circling your hips around him. His hands gripped your hips and started fucking himself up into you.

"There we go, miss this, huh?" He said, breathlessly. You whined at his dirty talk and he continued.

"Made to take this fucking cock, hm?" He whispered, pressingbyour face close to his. You sighed with pleasure as he continued.

Soon you felt your orgasm approach, you were teetering over the edge but you didn't bother saying anything about it. You just laid against Bob's chest, letting him finish while you bit the back of your hand to silence the stream of noises you were letting out.

He followed not long after, climaxing against the insides of your thighs, leaving you a sticky mess. It was a moment before either of you talked.

"Hey look, dollface..been thinking about getting on the M Program,"

"Really!? You would?"

"Ehh," he trailed off, laughing. You rolled you eyes, slapping him lightly, a small grin on your face.

It was good to have him back.

[cainrising]

So sorry if this is a double send, my WiFi is bugging

Hiiii! I absolutely adore AOI & the general lessons in nihilism-verse. Lando’s love for Oscar always bubbling to the surface but him pushing it down hurt me so bad 😭😭 Js let urself be in love / be loved bro 💔 My fav scenes r the pool scene (casual affection!!!) and Lando’s beach fantasy (so sweet 😭 + just tell Oscar your loving ideas bro please)

I kept hoping Oscar would yell at Lando to just get his shit together already & it seems like if Lando was just able to say his genuine thoughts to Oscar they’d be a much healthier relationship. So, question about relationship possibilities: if Lando did, in fact, get his shit together, do you think they’d manage to actually have a proper boyfriend relationship? And also, would Oscar ever confront Lando?

I will not lie in my head I am just picturing a rain confrontation scene and then a domestic slow-moving healing journey for both of them (Lando slowly being able to say more of his true thoughts to Oscar 🥺),,, but they’re f1 drivers there is no room to be slow 💔

Love u for writing this 😘 I read AOI first and crashed out and then TV twisted the knife. Desperately praying for their happiness 🙏 Also this is my first time doing a tumblr ask so I’m rlly sorry if I’ve accidentally been rude / overbearing - def don’t mean to be ;-;

to answer your questions: if lando pulled his head out of his ass, he and oscar COULD have a healthy relationship. i think to get to that point, he'd have to get the wakeup call of a lifetime, some sense knocked into him, and maybe some time away from the environment of f1 (think summer/winter break), but it's possible! oscar also has a few issues to work through, so it wouldnt be a magical "i love u and u love me, ok we can be together now" thing. they'd probably have to have some time apart. pretty hard when u work together LOL

i too am guilty of daydreaming abt dramatic rain scenes 😭 i listened a lot to back to friends whilst writing AOI, and i dont smoke whilst writing TV, and dramatic confessions/"but i love you!" (read that in elena gilbert's voice) scenes are my guilty pleasure 💔 i dont have an outline for further instalments, but i do intend to write myself out of this knot of feelings at SOME point. they'll get a happy ending! maybe.

[deansbeer]

picking up the pieces ・ DEAN WINCHESTER. ៸៸៸ 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ! ♡ pinned library

eighteen plus. minors do NOT interact.

SYNOPSIS. a heated argument with dean leads to a vulnerable confession of your long-held feelings.

WARNING(S). angst | arguments | fem!reader | implied sexual tension | mild language | s1!dean.

KARI NOTES. rewatched supernatural after the season fifteen finale. team free will deserved sm better & thinking ab it js pisses me off. but as i was writing this i had stairway to heaven on repeat for hours on end. led zeppelin is my childhood.

you stared out the window of the impala, watching the roads and scenery fly by as LED ZEPPELIN played softly in the background. the familiar rumble of the engine and the comfort of the leather seats usually provided a sense of peace, but today all you could feel was tension.

you and dean had gotten into a nasty argument earlier, one that had been brewing for a while now. it was about his careless flirtation with other women, even when you two weren't officially exclusive. you couldn't help the feelings you had harbored for him over the years, feelings that only seemed to grow stronger the more time you spent together on the road. and it hurt to see him so freely give his attention and affection to anyone but you.

you tried to push those thoughts aside, to focus on the music and the drive. but it was impossible to ignore the way dean kept stealing glances in your direction, the way his hand would occasionally graze your thigh in a move that had become comfortable and familiar between the two of you. each subtle touch sent a jolt of electricity through your body, a painful reminder of what you couldn't have.

as the familiar chords of the song played on, you closed your eyes and tried to will yourself to sleep, to escape this tense situation, even if just for a little while. but just as you felt yourself starting to drift off, dean's hand suddenly landed firmly on your inner thigh, sending your eyes flying open as your heart raced.

without a word, dean pulled the impala over to the side of the road, putting the car in park before turning to face you. the intensity in his green eyes made your breath catch in your throat, and you found yourself unable to look away.

"we need to talk," he said, his voice low and serious.

you swallowed hard, every fiber of your being telling you to run, to avoid this conversation at all costs. but you knew it was inevitable, that the tension between the two of you had been building for too long to ignore any longer.

"okay," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

dean studied you for a moment, his gaze searching your face for something you couldn't quite decipher. finally, he let out a heavy sigh and ran a hand through his short, spiky hair.

"look, i know things have been...tense between us lately," he began, his eyes never leaving yours. "and i know a lot of that is my fault."

you opened your mouth to interrupt, to argue that it was his fault, that his reckless flirting had hurt you more than you cared to admit. but he held up a hand, silencing you.

"please, just let me say this," he pleaded. "i'm not good at this whole...feelings thing. you of all people know that. but i've been thinking a lot about what happened earlier..." he paused, his brow furrowing as he struggled to find the right words.

"i'm sorry," he said finally, his voice sincere. "i never meant to hurt you, i swear. it's just...old habits die hard, you know?" he hesitated, his gaze dropping to his hands, which were fidgeting nervously in his lap. "i guess i was... afraid."

your eyes widened in surprise at his confession, and you couldn't help but lean forward slightly, your curiosity piqued.

"afraid of what, dean?" you asked softly.

he let out a humorless chuckle, shaking his head. "afraid of this," he said, gesturing vaguely between the two of you. "afraid of... of letting myself feel something real, something that could actually last."

your heart ached at his words, the raw vulnerability in his voice cutting you deeper than any of his careless flirtations ever could. you knew, deep down, that dean had been through more than his fair share of pain and loss in his life, and the thought of him being afraid to open himself up to you only made you love him more.

"dean..." you began, your voice trembling slightly. "i... i had no idea."

he looked up then, his green eyes meeting yours, and you were struck by the raw emotion you saw there. "i know," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "and that's my fault. i've been pushing you away, because i'm scared of what this could be. of what we could be."

you felt your heart skip a beat at his words, hope and fear warring within you. "what are you saying, dean?" you asked, fiddling with your thumbs.

he reached out to you, his calloused hand coming to rest on your thigh again, his thumb brushing against it in a gentle caress. "i'm saying that... i care about you, more than i've ever cared about anyone. and i'm tired of pretending that i don't."

you felt your breath catch in your throat, your eyes flooding with tears as the weight of his words settled over you. "dean... i care about you, too. so much," you whispered, your voice shaking.

a small, tentative smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and he reached up to gently brush a stray tear from your cheek. "i know," he murmured. "that's what scares me the most."

you nodded, understanding dawning on you. "because you're afraid of losing me, too," you said softly.

he nodded, his hand moving to cup your face, his thumb caressing your cheek. "yeah," he breathed. "i've already lost so much in my life, sweetheart. i don't think i could handle losing you, too."

you leaned into his touch, savoring the warmth and comfort of his hand on your skin. "you won't lose me, dean," you whispered. "'M not going anywhere."

he studied your face for a long moment, his green eyes boring into yours, before slowly leaning in. your heart raced as his lips brushed against yours, soft and tentative at first, before deepening into a passionate kiss.

when you finally broke apart, you were both breathing heavily, your foreheads resting against each other. "i love you," dean murmured, his voice barely audible but you heard him clear as day.

"i love you, too," you whisper, your fingers tangling in the short strands of his hair.

for a long moment, the two of you simply sat there, lost in each other's embrace, the tension and pain of earlier melting away. but then, a thought occurred to you, and you pulled back slightly, your brow furrowing.

"what about sam?" you asked, your voice tinged with concern. "i mean, we're on our way to pick him up from stanford, and i don't want him to feel... i don't know, awkward or anything."

dean chuckled softly, his thumb tracing the curve of your jaw. "don't worry about sammy," he said, a mischievous glint in his eye. "he's been rooting for us to get our heads out of our asses for years."

you couldn't help but laugh at that, the tension in your shoulders finally starting to ease. "i should have known," you said, shaking your head in amusement.

dean grinned, pulling you in for another kiss, this one deeper and more passionate than the last. when you finally broke apart, you were both breathless again, your hearts racing.

"so, what does this mean for us?" you asked, your voice soft and uncertain.

dean's expression turned serious, his hand moving to intertwine with yours. "it means that i'm all in, baby," he said, his voice low and sincere. "no more flirting with other women, no more pushing you away. i want this, us, more than anything."

you felt your heart swell with emotion, tears of joy threatening to spill over. "me too, dean," you whispered, squeezing his hand gently. "i'm in, too."

he smiled then, a genuine, warm smile that lit up his entire face, and you couldn't help but lean in and kiss him again, savoring the feeling of his lips on yours, the warmth of his body against yours.

as you pulled apart, dean's expression turned mischievous once more. "so, what do you say we give sammy another day and find us a nice, secluded spot to... celebrate?" he asked wiggling his brows, a hint of suggestiveness in his tone.

you couldn't help but laugh again at what you were hearing, playfully swatting his arm. "dean winchester, you are such a hornball," you teased.

he grinned, his grip on your hand tightening. "maybe so, but you love me anyway," he said, his voice filled with a quiet confidence that made your heart flutter.

"that i do," you murmured, leaning in to kiss him once more.

as the impala rumbled back to life and dean guided the car back onto the open road, you couldn't help but feel a sense of peace and contentment wash over you. the tension and hurt of earlier had been replaced by a deep, abiding love and trust, and you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you and dean would face them together.

you nestled closer to dean as he drove, your hand still intertwined with his, and STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN filling the air, you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to bask in the feeling of pure, unadulterated happiness.

[kissingrhi]

give thoughts on reader being cute with Coop and js wanting to hold his hands all the time 🙏🙏🙏

i am a coop girlie so this is actually the greatest day of my life!

coop gets astronomically flustered whenever he is shown any sort of attention. he isn't sure if it's a weird, complex issue, or if his mind literally goes into overdrive after being the center of attention for more than like 10 minutes

he'll always push the spotlight onto someone else as soon as possible

so whenever you two first got together, your growing affinity and affection for him made him consistently stumble and stutter - to the point where he had to excuse himself to the restroom to beat his face with cold water

the first time you ever held his hand, it was only around 2 weeks into your relationship (which is apparently very soon to him).

it was moments before a championship game, and he was gripping the edge of a bench so hard you were sure his knuckles were turning white. his gaze was sinking further and further into the ground

without thinking, you slid your hand over to lightly cave around one of his, making eye contact as you pressed a gentle squeeze

he choked on his spit, of course, and looked at you with an expression you couldn't quite decipher

"thanks." was all he could awkwardly stutter, giving you a very odd pat on the back before going out to play

you could tell that he wasn't used to any sort of romantic affection, so you were empathetic. knowing it was something you had to ease him in to, much like every other aspect of his life.

from that point forward, pinkies barely touching turned to one of your hands over his, to fingers interlocking and clamping so hard you were sure your fingers were numb

he eased more and more into your relationship over time, as one does, and with that he eased into the gentle kindness of holding hands with you. it easily became his favorite form of affection

he loves fidgeting with your own fingers instead of his own.

like if his mind is preoccupied with something while he's cuddling with you, he'll just grab your hands and swing it across his chest and start paying attention to every detail of your fingers, while muttering about what's on his mind.

he'll be like, "and then - god, this bitch - he doesn't even pay me what he owes?" while pulling at your pinky, "i mean seriously, who does he think he is?" while cracking your knuckles

whenever he's especially stressed, needy, or anxious, pressing your hands against his face is his kryptonite

his eyes soften and he scrambles to put his hands right on top of your own, melting into your touch

loves holding pinkies when you walk together because he thinks it looks funny

"it's like two tiny dicks! interlinked!"

loves comparing hand sizes and curling his fingers over yours to make fun of you, especially during half-serious half-joking arguments

"yeah, you see that? your fingers can't even beat mine. beat it, twerp."

one time when he was blackout drunk he got ass-naked and made you stick your finger in his mouth and take a polaroid photo of him while making the goofiest seductive face you've ever seen

very silly man!

[lightaflme]

— ☆ neulshua being svt’s soulmates (youtube compilation)

˖࣪ ∗‪‪ ˖ going seventeen: insomnia zero

haneul is “sleeping”

joshua starts talking first

js: you guys know how haneul is usually avoiding affection on camera??

sc: especially with me he’s always grossed out and tries to get away from me when i hug him 🙄

js: well he’s always hugging me and he gets sulky when i leave him

the members go :O and haneul rolls onto his side and smiles

dk, to hn: U HAVE FAVORITES!!!!! even though dk is one of haneul’s favs hehe

sc: I AM BETRAYED??

js: one time i tried to get up and grab a snack, but haneul just pulled me back and hugged me even tighter lololol

sk: you two are GROSS you’re like a married couple 🙄

js: shhhhh anyways 🤭 he literally acts cute to me and doesn’t talk to me if i ignore him, he’s like a kid

the members: HE LITERALLY NEVER DOES THAT??

then the timer goes off

hn: all of it is true. *does a handshake with joshua*

then haneul proceeds to make fun of and roast the shit out of joshua. shua was Not happy

js: i let the members and fans know that you also have a cute side and this is the treatment i get back 🙄 we are breaking up 🙄🙄

hn: wow okay 🙄 it’s my way of showing love 🙄

wz: you two were together?? 😭

˖࣪ ∗‪‪ ˖ going seventeen: best friends

joshua’s character was like a cool kid

and then haneul’s character was kinda like an athlete/jock

sk: woahhh sebong high’s best athlete going up against sebong high’s future rapper!

hn: you’re gonna get absolutely destroyed, hong!

js: think you’re talking about yourself, kang!

members: WOOO THE TENSIONNN

seokmin starts doing that hiphop thing he was doing in the best friends goses 😭

it was a close game though. like a point off but joshua won

always targeting each other in the dongaseu game 😭

haneul is always mocking shua and sticking his tongue out at him like a kid LMAO

hs: HAHA look at haneul hyung!!

hn, to js: >:P

but then they ended up sitting next to each other after joshua betrays seokmin 😔

*who do you want to sit next to?*

hn: hm. the hong jisoo kid.

js: i like the kang haneul guy, cool vibe

˖࣪ ∗‪‪ ˖ neulshua on running man (svt pls go on running man more i had to make this up)

went on running man together during fear era

doing introductions together obviously!

mcs: they’re both so handsome! the song is so good!

mcs: is there anything else you would like to show us?

js: haneul is actually very good at sexy dances, i say he does the choreography the best out of all of us

everyone gasps!! like “woooahhh!!“ and of course everyone is curious because haneul is a very charming man indeed!

hn: i’m mostly in charge of sexiness 🤭 *running man cast is excited for haneul’s sexiness!*

haneul goes to the front and immedietly gets into the mood once the music starts playing

you can see joshua smiling in the corner 😭

and of course. being haneul, and just like every sexy dance, he does the typical body rolling + pushing his hair back LMFAOOOO and you can hear joshua laughing in the background

the captions, repeated scenes, and sound effects make it so funny too 😭

then he goes up to joshua and even joshua joins in and everyone starts screaming HAHA

two very handsome men doing a sexy dance together and they are INTO IT.

they even went viral the day it aired because of it. literally two pretty best friends

and the fact that it was during fear era, a darkteen era, didn’t help

˖࣪ ∗‪‪ ˖ “that one neulshua live” (this one is a bit longer but i made this one up :P)

haneul went live during hot era and this live has gone down in svt vlive history

basically to set the mood here 😁 haneul and joshua were bored in haneul’s room so haneul was just like “wanna go on vlive” and shua was like “sure” so here they are! barefaced and looking a little bit too good… promoting hot just by their looks bc they are HOT 😩

js: “hello carats!”

and ofc comments were going absolutely insane and losing their minds

“oh my god i want both of them” “MY BOYFRIENDS” “NEULSHUA LIVE I AM ASCENDING”

finding funny comments and laughing, asking carats how they are and how they like the album, etc

until

joshua starts reading the comments and carats notice haneul staring at him a bit too intensely andhesslightlysmirking 😳 HE’S LIKE “damn… shua”

and of course carats notice

“haneul is just like me i would be staring at shua like that too” “oh my god KANG HANEUL JUST TELL HIM HES HOT”

and shua notices and looks back at him

haneul is stronger than me if barefaced black mullet hot era shua looked at me i would’ve died

they meet eyes and haneul being the flirt he is when he’s with shua, he obviously winks 🙄

and joshua gets flustered and goes back to reading comments LMFAOOO AND NOW HANEUL’S CACKLING FOR LIKE 10 MINUTES

hn: *winks*

js, flustered: “anyways…”

hn: “DID YOU JUST START BLUSHING”

js, now with a hand over his face: “NO….”

hn, smug: “it’s just my charms 🤷‍♂️”

that was just one example of neulshua’s flirting throughout this whole vlive 🙄 haneul’s pickup lines, calling each other pet names, etc.

one word. tension

one funny part that became an iconic neulshua moment was when they read a specific comment and just start laughing super hard for no reason

js: “a comment just asked if we were dating”

hn & js, in unison: “no!”

then they just start absolutely CACKLING. FOR LIKE 10 MINUTES STRAIGHT AGAIN.

the amount of edits that were made bc of this vlive…

they aren’t beating the dispatch allegations. they’re fighting them. they are teasing them.

masterlist

a/n neulshua bestest boys 😔

[stellaricwriting]

Good timezone

kiss anon here with hurt/comfort on the mind, a pretty long one

Evil X is a incredibly private man, he is always on edge and is ready to fight and kill - that's how Hels usually is, a dangerous place where it IS kill or be killed. so he has every part of his body covered, whether with armour or a simple shirt, he has no skin shoving (not even his eyes, the helmet's visor pitch black that shows his eyes completely red, kinda like a TV screen type of thing).

It takes a while for him to open up to you, even though you've been together for a little while now. you still don't sleep in the same bed - not even in the same room or house, because EX just can't make himself to do it. he's afraid of getting backstabbed and used when he's the most vulnerable. you don't force him, of course, because you know how hels residents usually are (thanks to Xisuma and Wels' insight), so you let him to take baby steps, showing small affection and trust to make him feel safer with you.

it's starts out small, like I said - he starts to take his gloves off. when he eats, cooks or does anything in specifically your house. his arms feels incredibly warm when you first touch them and take them in your own (if it's from the gloves he wears all the tike or the fact that hels is LITERALLY hell/the nether and thats how the residents are, you don't know). he then slowly starts to take off his armour, he says its because of the strong summer heat, but you know its because he's starting to trust you more.

the time he took off his helmet was a stressful one - for you and him. he had gotten in a fight, a really bad one, and had multiple injuries. he said he can take care of himself, but you forced him to relax and let you help him (to his dismay..we know how he feels about being vulnerable around others). you took your time, not rushing anything. before you could even ask him to take off his helmet to see if there are any injuries - he's already slowly taking it off himself. you think you can hear his heart pounding when he fully takes it off and drops it on the floor. both of you lock eyes in that moment, your shocked one's with his worried and stubborn one's. know you know that the whole "brother" thing isn't just with how X and EX dress - he has the same face shape, same eyes that look a little bit more tired, different and even more scars littered on his face instead of the huge X shaped scar on Xisuma's. eyes a ruby red, hair a bit longer, full on white and skin incredibly pale - basically a complete opposite of his brother. when he speaks up, his voice isn't that robotic voice that it usually is - its similar to Xisuma's, but a bit more deeper.

you put a hand on his cheek, warmth going through you and him. he subconsciously leans in to the touch, and you tell him "your eyes are incredibly pretty " which makes his pale face turn a bit red. you look over the scars on his face - only old ones that are already healed. you tell him that everything js fine and that he can put the helmet back on while looking down and taking the helmet that's on the ground, but when you look up back at him, he has his hands holding your face and he smashes his lips onto yours, pulling you into a desperate and passionate kiss that gets a moan out of you. he pushes you down so that you're laying on the bed and he's on top of you, still kissing you like his life depended on it. he's wanted to kiss you and feel you so badly all this time and now he finally gets to do it, still feeling in control, but at the same time so vulnerable in your hands, especially when one of your hands tangles in his hair and the other holds on his bicep - which makes him groan into the kiss.

when you both pull away from the kiss to catch your breaths, he's looking down at you, eyes full of hunger and love - his red eyes even seem to be glowing. he slowly lays down next to you and pulls you closer to him, burying his face into your neck and shoulder, holding you tightly and not saying a word. you let him, slowly making yourself comfortable and petting his hair, holding him close.

he fell asleep first, surprisingly, but you guessed it was because of the tiredness he felt after being in a aggressive fight - which he won by the way. he kept boasting about it even though he was bleeding out on your floor. when you woke up, he was still sleeping peacefully, him ending up as the big spoon and you - the little one. you stayed there for a while, enjoying the closeness before he goes back to not wanting to sleep together with you.

a day later, he asked you to move in with him, trying to hide his intentions by saying "it gets annoying and tiredsome to move between to places," but you quickly catch on that it's because he want to be closer to you, because the moment you fully move in, he removes his armour (and even his clothes sometimes) even when you're in the same room.

you're definitely using him as eye candy when he trains or does anything remotely counting as working out, you decided the moment you first saw him shirtless