#my head just exploded this is so damn adorable and now my brains are on the floor

[yangkitties]

giving them flowers ✩ skz

pairing: ot8 x gn!reader || word count: 1.7k genre: 100% fluff 🫶 || warnings: none, vaguely proofread 😁 synopsis: skz when you give them flowers out of the blue! note: i am so sorry for taking so long with this post, i js got so caught up in so many things 😭 anyways i hope y'all enjoy it <3<3 also abby i hope you're happy its finally out, now plz get out of my walls 😘

Chan: 

cries a little for sure 

the ‘for me? rlly? rlly? rlly?’ kinda guy

kisses you so much like for real

takes the BEST care of the flowers, they survive for a whole two weeks somehow 

even dries and presses them after they wilt and frames them <3 

Disbelief washed over Chan’s face, his brain slowly processing what had just happened. He slowly drunk in the fact that you had brought him a bouquet of flowers, just because you could. 

He watched silently as you presented the flowers to him him. Gingerly taking them from your hands, he observes in awe at the multitude of colours. 

‘Are these really for me?’ He looks up at you with glossy eyes, head tilting to the side. You can only giggle, adoring his cute habits. You lean in to place a chaste kiss on his forehead, your actions speaking more than an essay of reassuring words ever could have.

‘I was walking back home and the bouquet reminded me of you.  I had to get it, it would be a crime if I didn’t.’ 

The simple action warmed Chan’s heart, love and affection coursing through his veins. He hugged you suddenly, nuzzling his head into your neck. You smiled into his hair, enjoying the contact. 

‘I love you, so dearly.’

Minho

dying and crying and wailing on the inside 

he’s so damn grateful, he rlly can’t believe someone loves him like this 

will not admit it, but tears up like 100% 

‘thank you baby, but you’re prettier’ manages to pull an uno reverse and fluster you 😁 

looks at them fondly from the couch

Usually when you picked him up from the airport, Minho could spot your face right from the get go. But today, all he could see was a large bouquet of colourful flowers, accompanied by a sign that read ‘Lee Minho’. As he approached the sign, the flowers shifted to the side to reveal Minho’s favourite view, your smiling face. 

Giggling, he engulfs you in a tight hug. 

’So who are these for, baby?’ He examines the bouquet, observing the bright hues. 

’They’re for you silly!’ You hand him the bouquet and take his back pack from him. He stands agape, shock drawn over his sharp features. 

‘Me.. me??’ His stuttering sends you into a fit of giggles, enjoying the rare moment where you got to see your boyfriend flustered. 

Quickly regaining composure, he pulls you to his side, whispering in your ear, ’The flowers are pretty sweetheart, but they’re not as pretty as you.’ You gently slap his chest, hiding away into his jacket. 

‘Oh, shut up.’

Changbin:

almost dies in a giggling fit 

hugs them so tight the stems almost snap off T-T 

appreciates it more than he can even tell 

picks one out and puts it behind you ears :) 

brags about it to the rest of them what an amazing partner you are

The shock etched on Changbin’s face when you reveal a bouquet to him sends you into a small fit of giggles. Accepting the flowers delicately, he marvels at the colours and types of flowers. 

He smiles, pulling you into a hug. He squeezes, tighter and tighter, afraid his love for you might explode out of him. He whispers, softly against your ear, 

‘I love them so much. So so so much.’ He hugs you tighter, and suddenly, snap. The sharp crunch of the stem of one of the flowers breaking cuts through the confession, startling the both of you. 

‘Oh no… oh man.’ You cautiously examine the bouquet, worried it might fall apart. Changbin quickly identifies the broken flower, carefully picking it out of the bouquet. 

‘Don’t worry baby, now I can do this.’ He deftly tucks the flower behind your ear, brushing away the hair on your face. He admires your face quietly, enjoying the fact that your cheeks are almost as pink as the flower. 

Hyunjin

bawls. a lot. like uncontrollably 👍 bros a bit emosh if you will 

babbles a million thank yous while kissing you 

paints them so he can keep them forever!!

like chan he dries and presses them and makes a pretty craft work with it:) 

makes you a better bouquet in return

When you sent flowers over to Hyunjin’s apartment, you really hoped he’d enjoy them. You knew how much he loved them, and when you saw the most delightfully beautiful bouquet of flowers, you knew you had to buy it for him. 

When you received a photo of the bouquet with the text ‘they’re perfect’, you knew your job was done. 

What you didn’t expect when you returned to the apartment was a painting of the exact bouquet you had given him. In the short time you were away, Hyunjin had managed to set the flowers in a vase and capture their exact likeness on a new canvas. 

‘It’s the prettiest bouquet I’ve ever seen. I just think its beauty should be appreciated forever.’ He smiles simply as he walks over to you, long hands circling your waist. 

He places a chaste kiss against your ear before whispering, 

‘And so should yours.’ 

Jisung

jumping with joy !!

he’s twirling around the room really, he loves them so damn much 

also brags to the members, definitely the happiest of them all 

almost kills them within the first two days but miraculously keeps them alive for a whole week 

smiles until his face hurts every time he sees them 🥰

The pure joy on Jisung’s face was enough to compensate for all the struggles you had to deal with to get a bouquet of flowers for him. 

You watched him as he twirled around the room, practically bouncing off the walls in happiness. The little pink tulips bounced along with him as he ran to you. 

‘THANK YOUUU!!! I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!’ He screeches into your ears, giving you a soul crushing hug. 

But it’s worth it. The near deafness, cracked ribs, and painfully happy grin on your face, becomes insignificant when you watch the gleaming smile on his face as he prances around the room, bursting with bliss. 

Felix

So cute and lovely about it, thanking you continuously !!

Takes like. 1 million pictures. 

Giggles like a school girl because the note says ‘sunshines for my sunshine’ 

Gets you a bouquet of your favourite flowers that very evening 

Now it’s a competition and you keep getting each other bouquets… until the house starts attracting bees so you have to give them all away ☹️

When you heard about Felix bagging another modelling gig, you knew the perfect congratulatory gift would be a bouquet of white lilies. And as expected he loved them. He took about a million photos and gave you a million more kisses.

But what you didn’t expect was that when you got your big promotion, he would gift you with a bouquet of white tulips. Eventually, this started happening back and forth, each of you getting more and more extravagant bouquets for the other. It soon evolved into a symbol of affection and pride, the both of you showering each other in bouquets. 

Sometimes it would be for actual reasons, and other times it was just because you wanted to. Staring at the umpteenth bouquet of the month, you swear your house had no more vases for it. 

‘Lixxie… baby I think we’re all out of vases…’ You exclaim as he laughs, shocked at your behaviour. 

‘Well, I just thinks we love each other so much more than what we can handle.’ He smiles at you, radiant as always.

Seungmin

dies. like. he really thinks he’s died and gone to heaven when he sees the bouquet 

so quiet you think he doesn’t like them, but is quick to reassure you 

bros like so damn speechless until you begin to start apologising and suddenly he can’t shut up 

literally will not stop rambling about how grateful he is for them and how much he loves you until you kiss him 

his ears are as red as the roses man he’s so down bad <3 

When you showed up at the restaurant with flowers for him, Seungmin knew he would do nothing short of everything to keep you his. 

With your dazzling smile, and honey sweet voice, you told him that the flowers for him, and in that moment his brain short circuited. A spiral of thoughts danced around his head, almost as chaotic as the butterflies in his stomach. The keyword was almost, because he was pretty sure the butterflies in his stomach had done cocaine. 

He watched your smile morph into a frown, lips curling downwards. 

‘Oh… do you not like them? Oh my god wait, are you allergic? Oh, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!!’ You frantically tried to remove the bouquet from beside him, afraid of triggering an allergic reaction. Your actions were quickly halted by Seungmin’s slider fingers around your wrist, eyes wide. 

‘NO! No, no I mean no. I love them. SO much… I just. I love them so much I don’t know what to say.’ He smiles softly before taking your hands in his, holding them gently. 

‘I love them, but I definitely don’t love them more than I love you.’ 

Jeongin

becomes a tomato !

bros FLABBERGASTED! giggles and kicks his feet and my god is he blushing

kisses your cheeks a lot he just loves them very much :D 

almost accidentally undoes the bouquet while arranging it, thank god you’re there to help him- 

now he expects one bouquet per week or he WILL pout and whine 😁👍

When Jeongin opens the door after hearing the bell, he expects to see your smiling figure, wearing a stolen hoodie and a bright smile.

Instead, he’s greeted with the sight of the most wonderful bouquet of flowers, a burst of almost every colour in the rainbow. Purples and yellows accompanied by splashes of pink and red greet him, as he gapes in shock, awestricken at the sight before him. 

‘Hi Innie! Are you gonna let me in or am I going to have to stay here the whole day?’ Your voice piques from behind the flowers. 

‘Oh god, yes, come in.. baby, are these.. for me?’ He questions awkwardly, shuffling around to let you in. He takes the flowers from you as you reach up to kiss his cheeks. 

‘Well yes silly, who else am I going to get flowers for?’ You laugh at his stunned face, ears almost as red as the flowers in the bouquet. 

You carefully take the flowers back from him, looking for a vase to place them in. You adore the way he follows you like a lost puppy, smiling fondly at the bouquet in your hands. 

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[yawnderu]

Parenthood — Miguel O'Hara x Reader

I love putting this man in situations.

Content: You kidnap a wombat and force Miguel to play house with you.

fluff, idiots in love, mutual pining.

"You brought a living wombat into my office." Miguel notes bluntly, staring at you dead in the eyes with an unreadable expression as his slow-moving platform lowers.

"I wanted you to see it." You retort, shooting him a playful smile as you put the heavy creature on the floor, trying not to cringe at the pain on your back from carrying it. You crouch down next to it, petting it like it was a domestic pet, and it lets you.

"You could have sent a picture." Miguel sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as he mutters in Spanish, not knowing what to make of the situation. Why was it always up to him to handle all this nonsense? He deals with timelines and the multiverse, what the hell does he know about wombats?

"Why on earth did you think you should bring this to my office?" He asks, jumping down from the platform and staring down at you and the not-so-tiny creature, hands on his hips.

"He was so miserable at the zoo! Now he's smiling and laughing— well, not really, but you get what I mean. He looks happier." You retort, looking up at Miguel to give him a sheepish grin.

"You're telling me you kidnapped a wombat just for this?" He looks between you and the wombat, who is now chasing you around. He's... both impressed and amused now. Impressed because you actually managed to do something like that, and amused because you would do something like that.

"What's his name?" He internally punches himself for falling for the bait. He knows he should have sent you away, maybe even have you arrested for stealing a zoo animal, but... you kidnapped the animal to show it to him, and it's playing with you, looking happy. It's... kind of endearing.

"I was thinking about naming him Miguel O'Hara." You answer teasingly as you lay down on the floor of his office, allowing the wombat to climb on top of you as your hands cover your face, feeling its tiny and gentle scratches on them.

"No— that's my name." Miguel says. This is adorable in the most unhinged sort of way, and he can't help but ignore the way the corners of his mouth tilt up slightly.

"Fine, then he'll be... Miggy." You poke your tongue out at him, sitting up as the wombat stays on your lap, being surprisingly calm. You made him tired by running around and letting it chase you.

"You call me that." He answered with a raised eyebrow, glancing between the wombat and you. He can feel his brain leaking out of his ears.

"Are you too selfish to share a nickname with a wombat?" You grin up at him, enjoying teasing him, just like every single time you're together. His reactions are the best, and he's so funny without even realizing, like a grumpy cat.

Miguel simply rolls his eyes, walking over and crouching down in front of you. He stares at you dead in the eye before disengaging his suit on his hand, reaching down to gently pet the wombat. His hands easily dwarfing the head of the animal, yet he's surprisingly gentle.

"Tell you what— this is my child, I'm its mother, and you'll be the father." Yes, you're trying to play house with the damn animal and Miguel. No, Miguel will not stop you, despite the way he rolls his eyes.

"I didn't sign up for this." He replies, yet he keeps petting the animal, scratching behind its ear. This girl could probably kidnap an entire herd of these if she so pleased... and he'd probably join in on it.

"You're insane." He tells her casually, though his words lack the usual bite they carry. "Actually insane." He loves her.

"You still have a huge crush on me, though." You retort teasingly, ignoring the way he's blankly staring at you, burning a hole through your head. He's probably making your head explode in his imagination.

"I don't." Miguel is a horrible liar and he knows it, yet that doesn't mean he won't defend himself against your horrible— but true accusations.

"You totally do." Your smug tone only makes things worse, forcing Miguel to try his best not to roll his eyes so far he could see his own brain. He simply sighs, ignoring you as he starts petting the wombat's tummy.

"Don't speak when I'm petting the baby. Cállate." It seems Miguel is getting a chance at parenthood with you, even when the "baby" is a 30kg marsupial. The thought of it makes the corners of his mouth slightly tilt up, looking down at the animal to hide it, yet you can still see it. The image of it puts a smile on your own face, yet this time, you keep quiet about it.

[leohamatoblog]

What They Text You: Applies to any...cause they're all a bunch of dorky teens and i dont care what anyone says.

Leo:

• look at my new plant

• would you like to have tea tomorrow?

• you look so pretty �� leo you cant see me and? i bet you do

• am i really an old man???? 😭😭😭

• be honest, do you think raph can beat me in an arm wrestle? if you dont answer in 5 minutes, i will assume it's yes and i will prove you wrong.

• good morning honey. have a wonderful day today! ❤️

• are you still mad at me...? LEO YOU SET MY MICROWAVE ON FIRE. so is that a yes?

• have you eaten yet? you need to eat...and drink something other than (your favorite drink)

• i got benched because i can't stop throwing up. i'm fine! leo...you threw up blood literally 10 minutes ago. it was only a little 🙄

• i'm in desperate need of a kiss right now.

• check out my new katanas

• remember that i love you 🥰🥰❤️

• for the last time, i wont download tik tok. you know how bad i hyperfixate 😠

• stop playing candy crush and pay attention to me

• keep it up and you won't get the knots worked out of your shoulders.

• mikey just called me a boomer...i feel like i should be offended. you are a boomer. I DONT KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS.

• y/n, i love you, but for the love of god, PLEASE PICK UP YOUR SOCKS.

• *drunk* im in a relationship why do i have your name as my love cause my girl/boyfriend/partner will definitely not like that and i dont know who you are but they will kick your ass and i dont even feel sorry cause you arent love leo...you're drunk. NO IM TAKEN

• call me cause i would like to hear about your day and i miss you

• i love you my love ❤️

Raph:

• come watch me bench im bored

• can you please come get mikey before i hit him?

• wear that giant sweatshirt to our date. ya look adorable in it

• why did you ask donnie to help you with your homework?? um...cause it's about neurons and receptors in the brain. i could've helped with google! 😒

• YOU NEED TO COME KILL THIS COCKROACH RIGHT NOW.

• hey babe. how was your day? ❤️

• have i ever told you how beautiful you are? what did you do. nothing...? i just think you're beautiful. raphael. fine..i broke casey's nose. AGAIN!?!

• i'm so tired...wanna come nap with me?

• facetime me so i can show you this cool trick spike can do

• remember how i said i was going to be more level headed? well donnie's new robot almost broke my arm and it's no more. you lasted 1 day more than the last time.

• *you sent a selfie* yeahhhh that's my baby 😍😍

• eat or im fighting you.

• jokes on you ive always been completely unhinged and it's bold of you to think i cant be worse.

• im sick. can you bring me some soup? 😣

• i miss you like a lot and i hate when you're gone

• i love you a whole lot 😘

• im just gonna start carrying you everywhere if you dont stop tripping over NOTHING. im just gonna trip harder. Y/N NO.

• mikey said we're his parents just an fyi. he's always been my son

• i made waffles. you better come eat some

• damn babe you're fine 🤤

Donnie:

• no i wont do your homework for you

• tell shelldon to stop talking back to me before i ground him for eternity

• im in a house of IDIOTS. technically it's a lair. not now y/n.

• you look like a pile of swans in that sweater 🥰

• i can't sleep. wanna play online scrabble?

• sweetie you need to eat more than a bag of gummy worms and a bag of doritos

• you need to come sit with me while i work because i need an extra set of eyes. you just miss me 😏 don't start.

• don't call a plumber! i know how to fix the sink. i got this 😎 donnie the pipe exploded the last time you "had" this.

• *you sent a selfie* you look nice

• im gonna blow up. a person, a thing, a place, all of the above? yes.

• you need to drink straight broth, it'll help soothe your stomach ache

• im dying. you have a cold.

• i love you but please stop trying to assemble ikea furniture on your own.

• good luck on your exams/work project! 😘

• TELL RAPH TO STOP PICKING ME UP TO MOVE ME.

• leo just called me an asparagus. i didn't know how to respond so his phone will self destuct in 5 minutes. DONNIE.

• you're so pretty 🥺

• i made you something and you have to come get it right now. im literally about to have my wisdom teeth out. reschedule it

• listen to the playlist i made you or else im disabling your pirated tv show service

• thanks for listening to me 💜

Mikey:

• babe come snuggle with me

• i made you brownies so come eat them with me while we watch crognard

• i haven't seen you in so long 😭 you saw me this morning. BUT THAT WAS HOURS AGO

• angelcakessssss i love you

• look at this cat video i found

• FACETIME ME THERES A PUPPY

• are you awake? mikey it's 3 am. good, so would you still love me if i was a worm? go to sleep.

• i bet you look like a cuddly bear today 🥰

• im so hungry. can you bring me ice cream?

• raph wont stop being mean to me. can you beat him up? cause a (your height) tall human can beat a 6ft turtle's ass 😑 i believe in you.

• im coming over with my new call of duty game and we're having a game a thon!

• i found a cat. mikey no. his name is gerald. MIKEY WE ALREADY HAVE 10 OF THEM. HALF ARE NAMED GERALD.

• i made you a mixtape i cant wait for you to hear it

• how mad would you be if i crashed the shell razor in a derby and broke my arm? very. then i did not do that.

• im sick. come help me feel better 😭

• call me cause april just told me something about casey that's wild

• i found this cool rock that i think you'll like

• it's so cool i can date you. you're for real the coolest. you broke my coffee table again didn't you? no...maybe.

• im bringing you lunch cause my baby needs to eat!

• this song reminds me of you 💕

[mr2swap]

Dungeons and Dragons

-Jacob! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?! - the childish and strident voice of a child made the gang of friends leave their wooden swords, their plastic shield and their "magical" scepter that was actually a broom on the floor

Among all the "kids" there was one that stood out from all the others, a 35-year-old man, shirtless, holding a large metal sword that would normally decorate the Johnsons' game room, he fell on the grass, The muscular man and Shirtless froze in terror instantly upon recognizing that shrill and annoying voice-Ups! Damn, we met-

A scrawny 8-year-old boy walked into the garden, his angry look turning to surprise as he saw the group of children staring at him in silence. -oh Fuck- those words escaped from his mouth with an adorable tone. -Hm… Hey… Dere- I mean "my" dad needs you to help him move something… from his niece.-

-Hey!… Uncle Dick, don't worry, I told my friends about the amulet, I saw you asleep on the sofa, so I thought you wouldn't mind if I took your body to play and I…- Uncle Dick He slowly approaches the children and takes the huge, hard hand of his little thief of his nephew.

-Yeah! Come on Uncle Dick! Just let me play with my friends for 15 more minutes!...- the rejuvenated Uncle Dick sighed and placed his soft hands on his head to give himself a little massage to prevent his brain from exploding from all the anger and anger. accumulated stress in this. Little time.

-Listen Jack... you took my body without my permission, you told your friends our little secret and you left me locked in your room while I slept with a note that said "I'll give you your body back at dinner time, it would be great if you did my math homework” -How the hell do you think I feel?!-

Jack winced and a couple of tears formed on his face which was covered by a freshly cut beard, he rushed to the grass and started crying as he yelled -SORRY UNCLE Dick I JUST WANTED TO PLAY DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS WITH MY FRIENDS AND KENNY NEVER LET ME BE THE KNIGHT BECAUSE I AM THE SMALLEST OF MY FRIENDS AND ALSO I…-

Now the thunderous voice of his nephew was heard throughout the neighborhood, The Man in the body of his weak nephew looked to all sides worried that one of the neighbors would look at the muscular man throwing a tantrum -Okay, okay! Only 15 more minutes! You're not in trouble! But stop crying for the love of God!-

The tears stopped, Jack using the hideously long fingers of his new hairy hand wiped the tears from him, wiped his nose and stood up. -Thanks Uncle Dick! You're the best! - The children continued their little game while their uncle Dick supervised them, from time to time he checked his text messages so he was not having such a bad time in the skinny body of his nephew Jack.

"I just hope Uncle Dick doesn't mind having to spend another day in my body. When he finds out that I gave my friend Clarence the magic amulet so he could take over his stepfather's body, he's sure to try to kill me. But what?" could I do in my puny body of only one meter? I guess I'll keep the amulet for now, I don't know what planes my brother had with this thing, but I have big planes for his body tomorrow.

We have big planes for tomorrow! We will drive, go to the bar and even buy our first cigarettes! Maybe if we have time we'll play Dungeons and Dragons, maybe we can both be knights now!”

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[seungmonggg]

TAKE ALL I GIVE YOU’

Warnings: fem!reader, dumbification, penetration, unprotected sex, breeding, choking, degradation

Pairing: reader x Draken, reader x Mitsuya, reader x Rindou

WC: 732 (not proofread)

DRAKEN was a buff man. Big, strong, bulky. Just everything you could wish for. Not only did his strong arms keep you warm and safe, his high statue and immense strengh made it easy to drive you completely wild. When he has you underneath him, whimpering and crying out to him to have mercy on your poor cunt.

He had you in a mating press. Driving his rockhard cock into you faster than usual, harder than usual. You didn't know what you did to tick the normaly so calm man off. All you could think of was the tip of his cock hitting the spongey spot inside of you again and again. You were shaking from pure pleasure, blinking up at him, reduced to a babbling and drooling mess.

"Look at you, fuck, dumb fucking slut taking me like a champ huh? Been waiting to fuck you all night. Shit." He muttered gruffly against your ear, making goosebumps raise over your skin from hearing the names he called you. Your moans sounded like a heavenly call to him, lurring him in, making him pound away at your poor cunt even harder if even possible.

"Gonna make you take everything, Slut. Pump you full of my cum, thats what you wanted, huh?! Wanted Daddy to breed you like a little bitch?"

MITSUYA was feeling lightheaded. His head was spinning, mind messy and thoughts cloudy. All he could concentrate on was the needy pull of your plush cunt sucking him back in. 

He had you in the back of the library you two often met at. His sweet little girlfriend, bend over a desk far far away from the other people, desperately trying to muffle her moans. 

Now, Mitsuya was normally not the guy to do this kind of stuff, even more not in public. But with you l,ooking like a dream today, wearing your and his favorite dress, that he personally designed for you, he just could’t resist the urge to fuck you stupid on his Cock.

He was slowly, but surely turning your Brain into mush, only being able to babble incoherent words, or slurs of how good he was fucking you. Mitsuya, the sweet sweet boy your mother adored so much, fucking you like a filthy whore, whispering dirty and mean things into your ear.

His hand snaked around your throat, gripping it just right and pulling you upwards in a fast motion. Your pussy involuntarily squeezed around his cock from the feeling of his big hand choking you, making a moan almost slip out from his lips before saying:

“Look what you do to me, fuck. Walking around in that damn dress all day long, should’ve fucked you as soon as i saw you today.”

RINDOU could get really jealous really fast. Especially seeing you laugh at some stupid Joke, his older Brother made. You knew he hated when you were away from him for too long, and seeing you spend the time you weren’t with him, with his Brother? Oh, he was about to explode.

So it was to no surprise that when you two entered your shared home, you were pressed against the nearest wall in mere seconds. Rindou gripped your jaw to make you look at him, “Now what the fuck did i tell you, slut? Laughing with my own brother like that. Fuck” he groweled lowly in front of you.

Of course you weren’t as dumb as Rindou sometimes thought you were, you knew exactly where and when to push the buttons to get your Husband to get like this. Jealous, Angry, Rough...

He was pounding into now for what felt like ages, it was long ago that you started turning into a dumb mess unterneath him. But he didn’t care if it was ‘too much..’ like you said, in his eyes, you deserved every second of it, being reminded that no matter how you laugh at his brothers jokes, he would never be able to make you cry like Rindou did.

He could slowly feel another orgasm beginning to build in the pit of his stomach, groaning at the familiar, yet so good feeling. Beginning to messily rub sticky circles on your overstimulated clit, making you scream out to him. 

“See what you make me do, Dumb Slut? Do i always have to remind you of who this fucking pussy belongs to? Fucking whore.”

[jasntodds]

kaylee advanced happy birthday!! <3333

— i'd like to request steve harrington, please! just him being caring. noticing every part about you and all that casual dominance :)

Thank you so much!! 💕

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Words: 685

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: This is my first Steve piece which is pretty exciting!! I hope you like it!!

Steve. Everyone always talked about him being a player, he can’t commit to one person. He just liked to fool around and maybe that was true…before. Before you.

The Steve you know is caring and gentle and kind. You swear he’s never even looked at another girl since he’s met you, let alone since you started dating. You’re not sure if those rumors were ever true, you just know, that now and with you, he only cares about you and it’s everything he does.

Steve’s heart beats slowly and calmly as your head rests on his chest. He’s looking down at your with his arm draped around you, holding you as close to him as physically possible. The smell of your shampoo fills his nose and it’s something he can only swear he’ll never grow tired of, even if sometimes you’re sick of the smell.

“What?” You ask, a gently laugh flowing from your lips, barely tilting your head to look at him.

A lazy but serene smile graces his lips, hair a dishelved mess you’ve grown to adore. “Oh,” Steve chuckles, looking ahead of the two of you, eyes falling on a Polaroid of the two of you you have hung on your bedroom wall. “Uh, nothing.”

“I can feel you staring at me, Steve.” Your voice is delicate, goosebumps blooming on your skin as he starts to rub your air with the tips of his fingers.

“Uh,” He chuckles softly. “I just love every part of you.” He’s quieter this time, but not shy, just quieter and serious.”

“Do you?” You sit up, doe-eyes and sweet smile on display.

Steve smiles, eyes bright as he nods. “Oh, yeah.” His brows furrowed with the words, smile never budging.

“Did you want to be more specific?” You bite your lip, almost teasing him.

Normally, when you teases him, he teases back or plays coy. Not this time though. His brain rambles everything he loves about, it’s like s file cabinet inside his head with your name in it, just explodes. Papers flying everywhere with every single thing about you that makes him love you more and more every day. Even the things you do that drive him nuts go into that cabinet file because they’re a part of you and that’s something to love.

You turn to fully face Steve, legs crossed as you wait, almost anticipating him to ramble off things that don’t matter or silly things but then he takes yours hand.

“I love your hands.” He kisses the top of your hand before interlocking your fingers with his, “How they fit with mine,” He gives you a cheeky grin.

“Well that’s just cheesy,”

“Yeah, well.” Steve let’s out an airy breath. “You made a cheese ball, so that’s on you.” Steve chuckles.

“I think you’re just like that.” You joke, squeezing his hand.

“‘I love that you didn’t freak out when I told you I want 6 kids.”

“You're an only child and you always end up being the babysitter of six kids, can’t really blame you.”

“Yeah, uh,” Steve looks down to your interlocked hands and back to you. “I love that you’re understanding of everything.” His eyes widen as he sucks in a breath, thinking of the mess the upside down has lead you both into.

“What else?” You ask softly.

“Your smile and your eyes and,” His brows knit together as he starts listing more things he adores about you. “You’re smart and sometimes you’re funny,”

“Sometimes?! I’m always funny.”

“Mm,” Steve hums, earning him a joking glare. “You laugh at your own jokes which is pretty adorable.” Steve scoot closer to you, his face just a few inches from yours. “And you are so damn beautiful.” His words are low as his eyes dart to your lips and back to your eyes. “And I love that,” He pauses kissing your lips softly and then kissing your cheek. “You’re mine.” You feel him smile with his words as he kisses down your cheek to your neck.

“All yours.” Your voice matched his while places chaste kisses to your neck

Birthday Blurb Week

[renneiscent]

Two Sides of The Same Coin

Note: Just little explanation before we are going to action part. I made up some stuff and it somehow doesn’t make any sense in my head, but we love artistic liberty, don’t we?

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Chapter 9: Dot the i’s and cross the t’s

I’ve been awake since 5 in the morning. I’m still amazed about the fact that I can wake up without the help of annoying sound from my alarm clock. It’s either because my body already make the pattern for me waking up every weekdays or because Jake is sleeping in my place and I didn’t want to bother him with my annoying alarm.

Weirdly enough, I did already clean up my flat, wash and dry my clothes and Jake’s, take a shower, and brew some coffee which is I only managed to finish all of those tasks inside my head. What an improvement. I kind of wonder what motivates me to be so this diligent in the morning which is once in a blue moon kind of event that rarely happens in my life before.

“Mmh,” Jake moves a little.

Yeah, this is what motivates me.

It is already half past 8 and I’ve been sitting and staring at Jake who is lying in front of me for like an hour, he is sleeping on his stomach with both of his arms are wrapping and embracing beneath my favourite pillow. His massive figure is invaded whole side of my bed but I don’t complain, while his face is so peaceful and it lures me to take dozen pictures of him sleeping like that. But I didn’t do it. Instead, I’m watching every feature on his face, caressing his hair, stroking his spine, keeping all of these moments in the folder that named ‘Precious Treasure’ inside my brain.

“MC,” he calls me. Half-asleep. With both of his eyes still close.

“Jake,” I call his name too. Smile shyly. Blush a little. Hearing his deep and husky voice calling my name first thing in the morning when he’s half-awake make my heart skips a beat.

He rolls onto his back and slowly gets up. While sitting down, he rubs his eyes with the back of his fist and stretch up his arms. I hold my breath. “Good morning,” his sleepy smile greets me.

God, he is so adorable but also hot. How can someone be so contradictorily attractive like this?

“Good morning.” I smile widely, still enjoying the view in front of me.

“What time is it?” he asks, blinking several times before looking at me.

“Almost 8,” I choose to sit beside him and ruffle his fluffy morning hair. “You slept like a baby so I didn’t want to wake you up,” I explain which is true because Jake slept so deeply and peacefully as if he is a born baby that just come out from womb and rest on his mother’s arms. You clearly don’t want to bother that baby, do you?

“I see,” he nods in approval. “I have never slept that well in years,” he explains softly.

“How does it feel?”

“Feels like home.”

I blush. Try so hard to ease my ego that boost up because of his words, try so damn hard to calm my heart that almost exploded because of the soft smile that forms on his face or even his alluring gaze that makes me hold my breath again. “It’s not fair,” I quickly change the subject, try to not stutter. “You slept whole morning even though I did almost all of the work last night.”

He chuckles. “You little… come here.” Then he reaches my wrist and pulls me closer, brings me to his bare chest and embraces me tight.

I rest my head on the crook of his neck with my arms around his back, tracing onto his skin. The scent of him that is filling me makes me serene as I close my eyes and feel the warmth of him that invades me. He is truly my home.

“Aren’t you supposed to be working?”

And my home, my comfortable and safe home, just remind me that I have work to do which now in 10 minutes it will be 8 and I’m still here… in my bath gown, clutching onto his toned body for expecting more warmth, feeling nothing but staying here for all day. “I am,” I sigh; not wanting to move for an inch in hoping that Jake won’t pull away, which is, annoyingly he did.

“But?” he looks at me; patiently waiting why I am still here in the need of cuddling him, rather than being drowned with pile up of articles that I need to read and edit.

“But.” I exhale sharply. But I don’t want to when I finally have you in my arms, on my bed, inside my place, after years. I have been waiting for this moment and it’s finally happening. But then I have to give up this domestic-adorable-moment-first-morning-after-sleeping-together kind of troupe because we are living in the capitalism world and we are separated because I need to pay my bills. “But I’m afraid you won’t have breakfast. Go take shower, I already prepared new toothbrush. The red one. And your clean clothes on top of the coffee table. I will get change soon.”

I immediately go to the small room which I crafted to be my dressing room where I put my clothes and shoes and bags. Luckily, I already prepared my outfits for today so I don’t have to waste more time. But I still stand still, watching my figure in the reflection that is now wrapped in only bra and panties. I really don’t want to work today.

So instead of wearing linen shirt and a pair of paper-bag trousers that I already prepared, I’m wearing my oversized shirt and short pants. I quickly grab my phone from my purse and start typing a lie, an excuse, a deceit, a fraud. After all, it’s my first absence after working in Racounter for year and half. It won’t cause pretty big harm in the environment. I hope.

“You are not going to work?”

My eyes shift from my phone screen to Jake who is now standing across me, with damp hair and unfortunately clothes on. I bite my lower lip nervously, avert my gaze from him, “I’m not in the mood for working.”

He walks slowly toward me then put his big hand against my forehead, I flush. “Are you okay?”

I look up to stare at him, feeling his figure that towering over me invaded me and I feel nothing but safe. I nod my head slightly, still enjoying the warmth that he delivers through his palm. “I’m good,” I say it again, feeling like Jake didn’t quite catch my nod.

His hand is still there, on my forehead, while he is making that ‘you look okay but I still want to make sure’ kind of face. “Really?” he lifts one brow.

“Yup. Really.”

His hand then moves from my forehead then to the back side of my head, stroking my hair gently. He is staring at me for a while before plant a peck on my forehead. “Good,” he says in completely relief tone. “I thought I hurt you somehow.”

“Why did you think that?” I laugh, slipping my arm on his arm and clutching onto him.

“I don’t know,” he shrugs. “I thought I was kind of rough last night.”

My heart beats even faster and my cheeks are warm all of sudden, until at first I believe I’m really sick and not just faking it. But of course no, it’s just my body reaction that suddenly remembers about what happened last night. And to answer that, no… Jake is far away from rough. He is such a gentle and good and sweet, he is very far away from that as if it’s such an impossible seeing the word of rough and Jake is next to each other. “No, not at all.” I release my arm from him and make him coffee. “You were such a gentleman, which is I’m surprised after hearing the last time you did it was… 10?”

He nods, taking the coffee that I already poured into his mug. He takes a sip before answer me, “10 years, yeah.”

“Right. After hearing that, no doubt that I was kind of terrified since it’s such a pretty long time,” I sip my own coffee, recalling the small talk between thrust from last night. “I thought that I need to handle a wild beast.”

He chuckles, “you little—”

“But apart from that, you did really hurt me though.”

His smile faints, studying my expression if I was joking or being serious. “MC—”

“Jake,” I put away my coffee. “Can we talk about the reason why you left me?”

There is silence between us, his expression is quite unreadable and the mug around his grips looks like it can scream; asking for help to be released from his fist. “MC.” He stands up from the dining chair and walks toward me; closing the gap and once again, invading my personal space which is I never hate it when it comes from him. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. What can I do to make it better, to make you better?” he takes my hand and put it between his big and warm hands.

“Continue the conversation from yesterday,” I say calmly. “You promised me.”

He inhales deeply and exhales sharply; his shoulders drop as if there is this huge weigh fall down on him. “Of course,” he closes his eyes and rubs the back of his neck while another hand still holding me tightly. “You deserve it after all.”

I nod, waiting patiently for him to continue.

Jake opens his eyes and his gaze on me is like when my parents told me they are going to get divorce, or when my mom is going to marry again, or when my dad said he cannot go to my graduation. My body stiffens.

“Come here,” he pulls me gently to the sofa and makes me sit down next to him. “Okay, where should we start?”

“The day you left me,” I say. There is a sting inside my chest.

“The day I—” he swallows hard. “Okay.” He takes a deep breath, squeezing my hand not too hard and not too soft. “When I was in the mine, I barely managed to escape. The fire was too rapid and disastrous. The way-out seemed unattainable. I was in bad luck that day.”

I clench my jaw, squeeze his hand around me. I understand what he meant by ‘bad luck’ is. I have noticed, shit… I have noticed some scars on his back but I didn’t realise. “The scars on your back,” I whisper painfully. “I’m sorry… it should be me.”

“Hey.” His fingers brush my face, his warm smile hurts me. “Did you forget that I would never allow you to put yourself in danger? I have made the decision to protect you at any cost. Even if you were there with me, I would do anything to forbid you join me.”

“What would you do, if I was there and ruining you plan?”

“Hmm,” he leans on to the sofa with his gaze is still on me. “I probably instruct you to do something which not in any way related with the plan, but I insist that it’s important just to keep you safe.”

I chuckle, didn’t realise my eyes are teary and it makes me drop single tear brushes my cheek. He notices that and gently wipes it with his thumb. “Which is unlikely since you are annoyingly quite observant. You will know when I hide something, you always know.”

“That’s what you got me for,” I smile. “Then, how could you get out?”

“Just when I thought I ran out of luck, while I kept walking and trying to find way out, I found this secret passage that weirdly not showing up in my maps.” His voice sounds so far as his eyes are looking somewhere else, over my shoulder or something. I’m not quite sure. “I managed to get out, thankfully. But there was an agent that unfortunately there and he saw me when I was just trying to get out from the mine.”

He clenches his jaw, his body is tense, but his thumb on my wrist is still gently caressing. “We fought and I managed to take his gun. But my back ached because of the burn and I suffocated because of the smoke. I barely processed everything…” he trails off. “I thought I will not be able to see you again.”

I bite my lower lip, trying so hard to not burst any tears. “But you managed,” I say quietly, trying so hard to not choke. But my voice sounds weird and it feels like there is some gravel in my throat.

“But I managed,” he presses his lips against my forehead. “Hannes luckily there to save me, if it wasn’t because of him, I don’t know anymore.”

“Hannes?” I’m puzzled, never heard about that name before.

“The guy you saw in the restaurant,” he says. “Oh and you might see him in the motel as well.”

“Your mom’s friend?” I frown, still not getting any clear with this. “Wait, who did I see in the motel? I only saw Athena though.”

“Oh,” he smiles. “You didn’t realise. The receptionist yesterday was him. He keep praising himself about how he is good con-artist, he might be more arrogant after seeing your expression.”

“What? The motel from yesterday… is that his building too?”

He shakes head. “No, an old lady is running the building but he applied for the job there—just another part of the plan.”

“The restaurant, is that part of the plan too?”

“No, it’s really his family restaurant that he inherited.”

My mouth escapes a soft “oh” as I keep nodding with every explanation that Jake just said. It’s just the tip of iceberg that I want to dive inside Jake’s little secret. “Then, how could this Hannes found when you were in the mine?”

“When I was on my way to the mine, I told you that I have been on the run for four years. Remember?”

I nod.

“I lost everything in a single night. My home. My identity. Every single person in my life. There was nobody I could trust and I did not want to. I cut off my interaction with everyone that I know. But…” he clenches his jaw. “But that night when I was about to the mine, I was kind of scared with what will I face that time.” He scoffs, feeling humiliated with the fact that he also could feel fear. “Then I contacted Hannes, tell him everything in one message. Hannah’s story, our relation, and even my location… I was hoping if he could lend some hands.”

“Where was he before?”

“He was in the Canice Hill, on his way to Duskwood.” I cannot help myself but gasp, feeling surprised. He notices it and smiles. “I know. I also surprised. But then, apparently my mother told him about everything in her life when she was alive, especially the fact that he also know about Donfort’s family and the relation we have with them.”

“What did he have in Duskwood? Why did he go there?”

“He said that he always look for me since I was on the run. But he didn’t find any trace about me, so he changed his plan and went looking over Donfort family, which he found out that Hannah already missing for few days. He was kind of father figure in my life. He is always there. He taught me how to shave, talk to a girl, and assemble a simple computer. He taught everything about life, about everything.”

I bite inside of my cheeks, feeling complicated over the fact that Hannes is replacing Jake’s real father’s figure; the empty room that’s supposed to be filled by Mister Donfort, now it’s filled because of someone else. Frustration? Pity? Rage? I don’t know, but for now I’m thankful with Hannes’s figure in Jake’s life.

“I was lucky, because of him.” He strokes my hair gently.

I hum in approval; I need to send my gratitude to this old man. “Was it Hannes who took care of you all this time?”

“Yes.” He nods. “After that, he asked me to join him so we can have each other’s back. I owe him and don’t have any chance to repay it back yet, that’s why I choose to join until now.”

“Did he ask you to cut the contact with me too?”

“No,” he sighs. “It was me. I decided to do that because…” he opens his mouth but there is no word coming out there. He straightens his sitting position and his gaze occupies me. He wets his lips before continue to speak, “I was afraid, MC. I was scared to the death if I pull you into something that will harm you and I wasn’t capable to be there and take care of you. It drives me mad. You are always my priority. Your safety is what I’m wishing for and I will do anything if that means to keep you away from me. But I have realised now that I couldn’t do it. It feels like no matter how much I’m trying to evade, every road I take always lead me to you.” He rubs my hand and plays with my fingers; his gaze never escapes from me. “I’m really sorry. Tell me, what should I do for you to forgive me?”

Wow. My brain cannot even process about what kind of response that I should give to him since it’s not working properly anymore with the amount of sincerity Jake pour on his words. I have noticed that Jake is such an alpha male, the protective side of him and how he is way more relaxed when he is in charge of the situation, when everything is under his control. It’s on his DNA and he cannot help it. But I wonder did Hannes teach Jake how to speak with woman this good or is it just Jake’s pure talent?

“I always thought that you left because of my safety,” I say quietly as if I’m scared the wall will hear me. “But it’s a lie if I said it didn’t hurt. It just felt like it is unfair when I always put you into danger while I’m living my life blaming you while you are struggling like this. So, Jake… will you forgive me?”

His eyes sparkle and his shoulders weren’t tensed anymore as if the burdens there already disappeared. He smiles then lean closer, stealing a ton of light kisses from my lips. It makes me giggling till I need to cover his mouth with my hand. “How old are you actually?”

That’s too sudden, I know. I cannot help but asking. I know too little about him.

His brows furrow as he didn’t expect my question, but he still answer calmly. “Twenty-nine.”

My eyes widen, that’s unexpected. I never have any assumption about his age; is he younger, older, or same age with me? The thought of his age never cross in my mind. But hearing the exact number of how old is he still giving me confusion. “Wow. I’m still twenty-five.”

“Still?” he chuckles. “Why did you ask? Having problem being involved with older guy?”

What did he just say? I look at him, bewildered. “Did you mean that… we are dating?”

“I’m yours, aren’t I?”

I bite my lower lip, preventing myself to not smile from ear to ear. “Yup. You are attached with me, sir.”

He leans again and makes me laying my head on the armrest, kisses me, this time it’s more passionate. This is a great temptation, but I am trained to be great journalist, I need to hold it little longer. As I push Jake gently, breaking our kisses, I can see his expression is showing that he’s disappointed. How adorable. “I still have questions,” I grin.

“Okay.” He sighs, trying to sit in the good posture as he puts my legs on his lap.

“Is Jake your real name?” I poke his belly.

“Of course,” he draws circle on my thigh. “Is MC your real name?”

“Of course,” I chuckle. “Why did you give me your real name back then? Aren’t you supposed to hide your identity?”

“I felt bad to put you, the random stranger, into the bizarre situation of Hannah’s disappearance. Telling you my real name is what makes me feel better. And my name is really common, so I don’t mind about it.”

“Why Orion?” I ask, intrigued with the story behind it.

“I used to be alone all the time, that’s why pseudonym and such things, I don’t really need that. But now I’m joining Hannes, then I need to find something like code name. I was clueless. I really couldn’t come up with anything. Then Athena just joked around like, ‘why not Orion? He was great hunter and a beautiful constellation’ such things. All of them agree, I just follow the majority since I really couldn’t think about anything else.”

Knowing his code name is chosen by Athena makes me little bit jealous. How immature of me. “Yeah, the constellation is clear and so beautiful. But Orion himself wasn’t good person.” I shrug, talking as if I have known the Greek hunter for so long. “I have read somewhere that he had so many affairs.”

“Then I should change it,” he smiles. “Tell me when you have an idea in mind.”

“I never say you need to change it,” I frown.

“But you look you don’t like it either.”

My hands reach his shoulders and pull him closer to me, making him to be on top of me as he presses his body against me. He grins as I pull him then his lips trace my temple then to my neck, and to my collarbone. I can smell the scent of my floral shampoo through his hair, never I been grateful with that shampoo in my life.

“Jake,” I call his name between my heavy breaths.

“Hmm?” he hums, still busy giving mark on his land.

“The language that you used back then in the restaurant with Hannes,” I play with his hair. “Was it Deutsch?”

“Correct,” he smooches below my ear.

“So, you are German?”

“I am,” he smooches again.

“Can you say something to me in Deutsch?”

He looks up, staring at me who is now beaming full of hope. It takes short pause before he is smiling at me then pokes my nose with his finger. “Wenn ich trotzdem weiß, was Liebe ist, so ist es deinetwegen,” he says then lean closer to kiss my forehead. His voice is much richer and deeper from his usual voice. “Dich habe ich lieben können, dich allein unter den Frauen.” He sends a tiny peck to my nose. “Du kannst nicht ermessen, was das bedeutet.” He caresses my cheek as he looks at me. “Es bedeutet den Quell in einer Wüste, den blühenden Baum in einer Wildnis.” Then he lays his lips and kisses me deeply.

I have no idea what the hell Jake has said to me, I thought he will just say Ich liebe dich or another simple phrase that saying he loves me. But this whole level of paragraph that makes his eyes gleams and shines on me, it gives me a hundred shades of red colour over my skin.

I wrap my hands on his neck while his hand is slipping on my shirt and stroking my waist. The kiss is soft and gentle as if he wants to deliver his feeling to me and I gladly receive it. I have no idea about what he said earlier, but the way he expressed it already managed to grow spring inside me.

Just after I put my legs around Jake’s waist, I can hear the vibration across from us who are lying on the sofa. I guess it’s coming from Jake’s phone. I abruptly break the kiss and stroke his cheek. “I think it’s coming from your phone.”

“If you excuse me,” he says while he’s about to stand up from his position as I immediately let go off my arms and legs from him. After checking the screen, he immediately picks up the phone call. With his back is facing on me, he answer the phone call with short replies such as yes, okay, I know, I’ll be there, as if to make people who overhear couldn’t catch the thing they are talking.

I sit up while hugging my knees, my eyes not leaving him as I try to listen and observe him. I wonder what it is about. As the phone call is over, he put his phone inside his pocket then turns at me. He walks toward me and kneel down, making our eyes in the same level. “So it seems that I have some tasks to do. I have to leave.”

“May I know what is this about?” I try to find the answer from his eyes.

“Once the right time has come,” he stands up and kisses the top of my head. “I will write to you when I have the chance, okay?” he takes his stuffs and walk to the front door. His hand already pulls the door knob and opens it; but he still stands in the door frame, not walking away. “Okay?”

I give him my comforting smile, knowing he won’t leave without hearing my response gives me butterfly inside my belly. “Okay. Just be careful.”

“I will, love.”

And that’s how he left; leaving the empty space between my ribs, presenting me in absolute astonishment with the fact that Jake just called me with petname.

Wenn ich trotzdem weiß, was Liebe ist, so ist es deinetwegen. Dich habe ich lieben können, dich allein unter den Frauen. Du kannst nicht ermessen, was das bedeutet. Es bedeutet den Quell in einer Wüste, den blühenden Baum in einer Wildnis. If I still know what love is, it is because of you. I have been able to love you, you alone among women. You cannot fathom what that means. It means the spring in a desert, the blossoming tree in a wilderness.

Note: The German words that Jake said is poem from Hermann Hesse with little bit of change.

[mistertf2xreaderfluffballcake]

How the mercs feel when they see their crush (s/o) complementing their smile or laugh. (one thing is clear, I think they are all a bit flustered to receive such a nice compliment.)

Scout

When he first received the compliment it took a hot minute to realize those compliments. Oh boy, when he did realize the compliment he reflected the compliment and also gave a nice compliment about his crushs smile/laugh too :)) That night he was so happy about the compliment he could not sleep for while...and that whole week too. He tried his best to be a big man but after that compliment for a whole week, there was a tint of pink on his cheek whenever meeting his crush. Yeah, he is a dork.

Soldier

When he first received the compliment he just probably reacted like Thank you maggot!! he may feel okay on the outside but deep inside his heart, he was absolutely honored to receive such a lovely compliment. That compliment was like an imaginary gold medal for him ( ｀ー´)ノ🏅Here is a medal soldier!

Pyro

You probably complimented their laugh since it is so god damn cute, even if you can't really hear it. You could see them use body language to express their happiness you are their happiness When they got their compliment they were overjoyed! Such a sweet thing for their crush (s/o) to say! Let me give them some flowers~ maybe some dead bones anyway~

Engineer

Ohhhh boyy He is absolutely happy to receive such a compliment. Just like scout, he will reflect the compliment back. But oh boy you better expect a gift the next day. Yep...he either gave you hand made gift or some flower. He was so god damn happy that he even talked about it to pyro :)) He sometimes remembers about the compliment while working and randomly blush furiously. awww

Heavy

His brain froze for a moment. Wait did little s/o just compliment heavy? Then he just smiles gently and says a small thank you :)) From that day forward whenever he has a bad day, he always remembers how nice and supportive s/o is. Thank you for the compliment s/o!

Demoman

He was probably drunk when he received the compliment. Do you really mean it, s/o? He teared up when their crush says yes with such a bright smile. Awwww, thank you, love. :)) He then shares his scrumpy with you. (it is okay if you no, then he will give you a nice heat pat pat pat)

Sniper

Oh boy oh boy oh boy His brain did a whole ass lockdown in his head. error happiness and cuteness overload He was yet again a blushing tomato. He probably could not even form any words out of his mouth. o-h um oh um *in a really really small voice he says a tiny thank you* Oh boy his performance in battle was just blushing mad the whole time. He respawned so many times due to not being focused. He will forever cherish such a beautiful memory.

Medic

He was yet another flustered mess inside his head. He just said a quick thanks and is suddenly busy on something (hiding his beet-red face oh no). Thanks for the compliment s/o! um bye, then~! In his head, he had just right now had a massive explosion. Why is his crush (s/o) so god damn cute :)) Just like the engineer he could not focus on his work for 3 whole days...for those whole 3 days he kept on talking to his birds about how cute and awesome s/o is *the birds are taking notes about this in their head lol*

Spy

Oh, no. Did you just compliment my snort-laugh? Ummmmm head just exploded, but of course, on the outside, he was okay tho! maybe He was exploding in his head but still was perfectly fine on the outside, he just compliment their crush's smile/laugh too. He found his crush's blush to the compliment was absolutely adorable. That is another bang in his heart bang bang! lol. Anyway, he was really happy to receive such nice and kind words from s/o. Andddd, of course, he gave you an extra nice fancy gift in your room the next day. (I wonder who it is...?)

Oh god...this was so cheesy! I had such a fun time writing this lol. Hope you enjoyed this~~ Have a good day :)) I will now go back into my cave and write more. ('◇')ゞ

[tonguetiedraven]

surprise yukishima engagement?

I wasn't sure which party you wanted to be surprised, so I went with the first idea that popped in my head. I hope you enjoy! <3

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Renzou’s first response is a laugh, because how could it not be? 

“I—that—I didn’t meant to say that.” Yukio stutters, teal eyes going huge as he gropes for words. That’s when Renzou’s laugh kind of trails off and his own eyes go a bit wide.

“You mean you don’t want to marry me?” He teases, mostly because teasing is his default and the rest of his mind is too busy trying to make sense of what Yukio’s words mean if they’re not a big joke. 

Not that it makes sense even as a joke. This isn’t the first time they’ve watched a ship explode together, isn’t even the first time it’s a ship they caused to explode. (Though he thinks it might be the first one that was for True Cross and not the Illuminati. It’s fun when things change.) But usually they joke about the mission, tease each other for their mistakes, and plan on someplace to eat. Yukio will goad him into doing his paper work, Renzou will shove most of it off on him, and they’ll eat entirely too much before Renzou will pass out on Yukio’s sofa (or bed, if he can swing it.)

This doesn’t fit their usual flow at all.

“I-er, no. Yes. That’s not— I mean to say—” Yukio’s ears join his cheeks in going a dark red. Yukio doesn’t blush often, but when he does, his entire face gets involved. Renzou has found it adorable from the first moment he saw it. (That had been the highlight of the entire training camp. Not that there was a lot of competition there. Ugh. Far too many bugs, and the wrong kind of drama.)

But blush aside, Yukio isn’t exactly taking back his words. His marriage proposal words. His marriage proposal words to Renzou. Who has mostly thought Yukio likes him, and has been teasing the cute boy in hopes of eventually getting a date. Afterall, it’s been nearly a decade since Yukio took his hand to climb into a helicopter (one they didn’t actually explode) and everything about their tentative relationship had changed.) Renzou can read signs, even if Yukio is damn subtle in every sign he’s ever given, and the signs had all said interested in you. He’s entirely open to that, honestly can’t imagine ever doing better than Yukio (and has mostly thought he wouldn’t even get that because this boy is entirely out of his league even if he’d never say that out loud.)

But an engagement hasn’t really crossed Renzou’s mind.

Yukio is still stuttering, and that more than anything makes Renzou realize that Yukio is serious. Or had been. Yukio might not have meant to ask Renzou to marry him, but he wants to. Yukio means the words.

“Holy shit,” Renzou breathes as another blast goes off on the ship they’re watching and it starts to fall through the sky. They're far enough away that they don’t have to worry about being caught in any kind of damage, and usually Renzou enjoys the show (explosions are pretty), but now he doesn’t even see it happening. He just sees freckle and mole covered cheeks turning a darker and darker pink and gapes.

Yukio’s teal eyes aren’t looking at him now. Now Yukio is frantically scanning the falling ship and the abandoned mountain like either will offer him an escape.

Yukio hasn’t run from his problem in ages.

“You’re serious,” Renzou adds, because his brain is still muddling through all of this. 

“I—” and Renzou sees the snap. He watches as Yukio straightens to his full (and once daunting) height and steels with resolve. Yukio’s resolve is usually unbreakable and either annoys Renzou or makes him feel alive. He isn’t sure which end he’s on right now. Not when this ridiculous, brave, determined, studios, kind, attractive, wild boy has just asked him to marry him and is getting that determination here and now in the wake of that.

Because the thing about Yukio is that he doesn’t make decisions on a whim. He thinks everything through — even the things he really shouldn’t, like which topping to get on a sandwich — and when he does make a decision, he sticks with it come what may. It takes a lot to make him change his mind, and it takes a lot to even make him act.

Renzou’s good at both, and apparently he has done this and didn’t know it.

“Yes,” Yukio says, and Renzou feels like the entire mountain rocks under his feet. It doesn’t, at least not yet. The airship is still falling and that’ll make a hell of a thump when it does. But Yukio doesn’t wait for it to crash. He doesn’t like giving excuses. If Renzou’s world feels like it’s rocking, Yukio wants it to be clear it’s because of him.

Asshole.

(Renzou kind of always adores that about him.)

“Yes I was. Am. I hadn’t intended to say it, not that way, but I do mean it. I think I’d very much like to marry you.”

“You know,” Renzou says, because holy shit, this boy was serious, “most people start by asking for a date.” His voice is higher than he wants it, and he’s pretty sure the dizzy feeling is because his heart is racing.

“Yes, well,” Yukio adjusts his glasses and that’s an old tell. Renzou hasn’t seen that since they graduated. Since Yukio got past most of that self-loathing (shit Renzou had seen but never done anything about because even if he would never admit it, he had been scared. He wishes he had been braver and done something, anything, to help. Yukio shouldn’t have spent even a day with that weight and he wishes, wishes, wishes, he’d helped in some way, even if it did work out), since Yukio had gotten past that and healed so many of the deep cracks in himself.

They left scars, even if they healed over, and Renzou can kind of see them now. See them in the way Yukio is standing straight, watching the sun set and the place where the ship crashed (how had Renzou not felt it? Then again, the earth hasn’t been steady since Yukio asked) and not Renzou. He’s already laid his heart out, hasn’t he? He’s shown his heart and despite how easily Renzou can step on it right now, Yukio trusts that he won’t. Yukio, despite the obvious scars and wounds, still trusts, and he’s doing it with I’m-a-spy-Renzou.

“Well, I think most people aren’t in quite such dangerous jobs.” And now Yukio does look at him, and Renzou isn’t ready, and it’s strange to feel his heart physically jump in his chest at the sudden contact. 

“I mean it, Renzou,” and Yukio reaches across the space between them and brushes his thumb over Renzou’s cheek while his long fingers easily curl around his jaw. There’s a slight sting, and Renzou realizes he’d gotten cut during that last fight. Yukio’s probably cleaning some of the blood. He does that a lot. Just not like this. Not with slightly chilly fingers (Renzou wants to warm them and has for so long. It’s weird, but then again, maybe not.) and not with that gentle affectionate look in Yukio’s eyes that is more familiar than he expected.

“Surely you know,” Yukio adds, stepping closer and drawing their heads together easily, because Renzou is entirely pliant in his shock and the world still doesn’t feel quite steady because how? “How much I care for you? That I love you? And have for quite some time?”

“Yeah?” Renzou squeaks —squeaks! — and grabs hold of Yukio’s arms. Not to push him away, not to pull him closer, kind of just to hold because he feels like he could fall and they are on a mountain.

“Yes.” Yukio’s eyes don’t close, but they kind of flutter a little like they want to. The weight of his head against Renzou’s is nice, just a small pressure. Something to kind of anchor, like Yukio’s hand wasn’t enough for that. It’s his left hand. The hand he’d have a ring on. Would it be cool against his cheek? Cooler than Yukio’s fingers? Or—no, knowing Yukio and his (endearing) practicality, it’d be silicone and would just be slightly smooth. 

What does it mean that he’s thinking that? That it makes his heart feel like it’s twisting and flaring in his chest?

“I—” and now it’s Renzou stuttering as he tries to understand. “I—”

“Shh,” Yukio’s eyes do close and his hand falls from Renzou’s cheek to hold onto his upper arm. “No. It was wrong of me to spring it on you like that. You don’t have to—”

And that is what does it. 

Renzou doesn’t get a lot of choices in his life. He’s been bossed around since he was born, ordered to be this and do that, and he hates all of that. Hates being cornered and made to do things, and hates when people just make assumptions about what he will or won’t do.

Yukio has also been forced into a lot of roles in his life, and Yukio also hates it. Yukio also has people bossing him, and very few choices that are his to make.

Yukio had made an offer, and Yukio wants an answer, but Yukio is giving him a choice. Yukio isn’t pushing. In fact, Yukio is trying to take back the question because it comes off as pushing, and that? That weirdly pushes Renzou.

To hell with it. They’re on a mountain, they exploded a ship, they’ve got miles to hike to get back, and they’re going to spend at least half of it kissing if Renzou’s got anything to say about it. He’s had dreams about those lips, dreams about those hands on him, and now… well, might as well embrace the impulsive streak that got him up here to watch (miss) the explosion.

“Why not?” Renzou asks, laughs, “Sounds like fun.”

Yukio’s eyes spring back open. “What?”

Renzou shrugs and grins because it’ll always be fun to make Yukio wrong footed and now… Now there are so many possibilities and he can’t even imagine them all.  

“I’ll expect a ring, of course,” he adds, grinning wider and wider as a look of shocked wonder takes over Yukio’s handsome and familiar face. “Something expensive. And you know, a few dates.” 

There’s a pause. Yukio’s eyes aren’t quite so wide, but they’re just as delighted, wrinkling a little at the corners. “I’m free tonight.”

“What a coincidence, so am I.” Renzou steps back, breaks the connection of their heads and reaches for Yukio’s hand instead. Yukio lets him have it. Looks down at it in a kind of quiet wonder even as his chilled fingers curl around Renzou’s too warm ones.

“And obviously,” he continues, as they start on the long trek down the mountain, “we’re not getting married in Kyoto.”

“God no.”

Renzou laughs again, hand in hand with his fiance—holy hell—and wonders who they should tell first. He imagines the shock on his family’s faces, the glee on Rin’s, the confused acceptance from Konekomaru and Ryuuji, and he grins all the wider. 

“I can’t wait to start planning the honeymoon.” He lets his eyes drag over Yukio, earning a full face blush and a stuttered Renzou! that has him laughing until Yukio grabs him by the shoulders and hauls him into a kiss just to shut him up.

Renzou has no complaints, and is pretty sure he won’t for a long while.

[londonspirit]

Incoherent ramblings about TLOU(s last episode)

Wednesday... About to get ready for another hard day of adulting and making decisions I do NOT wanna make but have to. But before that I need to get some thoughts out of my head or my brain will explode.

Sunday was the last episode of my new fav show. I knew it would be hard and devastating. It always has been so far. And boy did they deliver the most emotional rollercoaster so far. 

Once again, that show is hitting highs no other show will ever get to. Everything else pales against the most genius writing/filming/editing... it’s the most perfect thing out there right now (yes, OFMD is still a VERY close second, I love that one dearly but right now TLOU just is THE show).

Week after week Im blown away by the whole thing, but particular by Pedro’s and Bella’s insane acting!!! Those two are so fuckin’ talented. Bella is just ... GOD, that kid (I mean, they’re NINETEEN!!!) *shakes head* How they’re doing this, playing a CHILD like this?!?!? It’s fucking MINDBLOWING!! Ellie’s carefree giggles compared to the devastating delivery of ONE FUCKING WORD at the end is incomprehensible to me!!! I know I keep saying this, but if they’re not getting ALL THE FREAKING AWARDS come award season, there’s something SERIOUSLY wrong with the whole damn thing. Im sure they know how amazing they are, they  must be seeing all the love and adoration and praise all over the place and yet I wanna yell it into their face, let them know how very much they’re changing the landscape of ACTING!! UGH!!

And do NOT get me started on Pedro. That man. *shakes head* I’ve spent the past weeks in Pedro heaven. Watching (my way through) all his work, interviews, scrolling though instas and pinterest sides, doing the deepest dive I’ve done when coming in new into a fandom that’s pretty much existent for over a decade!

It’s so insane to me, that the man who’s doing the loveliest/funniest/silliest interviews and being the dorkiest, most lovable human being under the sun, is capable of bringing to life one of the most complicated character i’ve ever witnessed. His Joel is stunning. (again, I don’t know the game so I have NOTHING to compare to - Im sure others can speak on that) but BY THE GODS, his range is fucking unbelievable!!! He goes from being the coldest, most closed-off human being to the softest and gentlest dad and it’s a fucking JOY to witness that. Seeing him open up, bit by excruciating bit, letting his heart love again... just to have to become the cruelest, most fearsome man in order to save his Ellie? My heart shattered into a million pieces watching him going on that rampage in the hospital - im still getting chills just thinking about that. Playing someone like that isn’t easy, getting into the headspace of it, preparing to convincingly portray someone who’s entire world just came crashing down on him AGAIN? I can’t even imagine how one does that.

Pedro makes it look like it’s the easiest thing in the world!!! Which makes it even more insane when you KNOW what a soft, sweet and gentle goofball he seems to be in real life!!!

Words still fail me here. So yeah, if you’ve watched it, you probably know what I mean.

The SOFTNESS of him in that episode, trying to get Ellie to talk, to engage, knowing what she’s went through - the reversal of their dynamics from back in the first epis: Ellie chattering about all day, and Joel being all silent and grumpy is incredible. His face when he talks to her about things he LOVES? Goodness me, my heart was aching. He was trying SO HARD!!!

And poor Ellie was traumatized and yet she’s doing her best to reply, to be present. 

I am in love with all of Joel’s facial expression around her. (his face must HURT from all the smiling he’s done in this episode. That man was MADE to smile - it’s like the fucking SUN and how dare they to deny him that!) He’s so SOFT and sweet and embracing the love he has for her. Telling her the truth about the scar? GOSH, my heart was beating out of my chest when I realized WHAT had happened. But then, of course he tried - his purpose was gone. (Which in return makes me wonder, WHY he didn’t try again??? So many questions. Joel’s such a complicated, complex person and I can’t wait to try my hands on him in writing!)

I LOVE LOVE LOVE when they give us such tender moments (even though I  KNOW they won’t last). Even when they’re painful like ‘I’ll follow you anywhere you go’ or ‘wasn’t time that did it’. ASDFGHJKLÖÄ. These two (actors and characters) are soo soo dear to my heart by now and I would go to the ends of the fucking universe to protect them!!!

They deserve some peace and quiet... but of course they won’t get it. Well, at least we have around 2 years I guess until they’ll be back?!  I wonder how unspoilered I can stay. (I know too much already but Im still not looking for it, even though Bella (probably unconsciously) may have spoilered...some things (again, I’ve seen things so that wasn’t a hard leap to make). I don’t know.

I just know, I hope to see her and Pedro together again for events and award season, being their beautiful, adorable, lovely selves around each other, making me smile til my face hurts and help me get through anything shitty real life throws at me. Their real life chemistry is insane and I love their love for each other so very much!! It oozes from every look they share, every touch and I’ve never seen a more perfect team than these two!!! *sighs happily*

So what I’m trying to say here is, that I love this show! Every single frame, every single second of pain and heartbreak, love and joy it brought me in the last nine weeks. EVERYTHING about it is perfect to me, every choice they made, be it music (ASDFGHJKLÖ), lights, cameras, locations... it’s just overall the most beautiful, perfect and epic thing i’ve watched since OFMD last year!

I might add some more incoherent thoughts once I’ve rewatched it with a bit of space between now and then. I KNOW I will def try my hands on writing some TLOU fic (not exactly sure what).

[bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky]

Brave Face | Bucky Barnes x Reader

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With a solid thud, your work bag fell to the floor. You were certain that your work computer had probably cracked as it hit the ground, but you didn’t have it in you to give a shit. Every cell in your body ached. If the world ended at this very moment, it wouldn’t have been a second too soon. Your body begged for rest as you let your forehead rest against the cool, smooth surface of your front door. The relentless throbbing in your skull pounded with a vengeance, almost as though it were mocking you.

“Hey, sweetheart!” Bucky jogged toward you, ready to sweep you into a massive hug. A wave of dizziness knocked you sideways as you spun around to greet him, forcing you to slump against the nearest wall. Bucky’s sharp reflexes caught you before you could slide to the floor, and his strong arms supported you while you found your footing. “Not feeling any better, huh?” he supported your weight and walked you to the living room, setting you down gently on the couch.

“No…but I think I broke a record- six days is pretty impressive,” your exhausted form sunk into the couch, looking almost pathetic. Bucky quirked an eyebrow at you. You watched the gears turn in his head, and it became glaringly obvious that you’d just fucked up your own lie.

“Six days?” Bucky sat down next to you, cradling your face in his large, warm hand. “Why did you tell me it just came on yesterday?” But he already knew your answer. Bucky spoke with you, the two of you answering his question in unison.

“I didn’t wanna worry you!”

A huff left your chest as Bucky imitated you- he knew you way too well.

When Bucky moved in, you made it your personal mission to create the calmest, most serene environment possible for him. His life was full to the brim with stress and anxiety, and you promised yourself you wouldn’t add to it. No matter how many times he begged you to be honest with him, you couldn’t.

“What am I gonna do with you, baby?” he let his thumb trace lightly over your cheek bone, using the gentlest touch he could manage. A tiny laugh left your lips as he stared down at you with a faux-angry expression- but you regretted it instantly.

An intense pressure pushed against the walls of your skull, threatening to make you brain explode. Bucky watched you try and fail- miserably- to hide the sharp wince that broke his heart. “Baby, what do I always tell you when this happens?” His expectant eyes refused to leave your face and he cocked his head to the side, waiting for your answer.

You paired a dramatic “UGHHHHH” with an eye roll that turned Bucky’s lips into a smile he couldn’t fight. Yes, you were stubborn, but damn, you were adorable. “Don’t UGHHHHH me, doll”, he teased, “come on, what do I always tell you?” He crossed his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes at you, refusing to speak until you conceded.

“…that you’d rather me tell you the truth than hide it, cause now you’re just gonna worry more”, you mumbled almost inaudibly. His lips pressed gently against your forehead, careful not to add to your already crushing pain. “That’s my good girl”, he helped you from the couch and left a slap on your ass as he told you to go change into comfortable clothes. His eyes followed you as you padded down the hallway with slumped shoulders.

Bucky hated seeing you like this- he hated when you were in pain. If he could take every ounce of discomfort you felt and shoot it into his veins, he’d do so without a second thought-just to give you some relief.

The moment he heard you making your way toward the kitchen, he began filling the largest glass he could find with water. “Stupid question, but have you taken anything?” he handed you the water and made you finish the whole glass before answering. Bucky knew how focused you could get at work, how you often forgot to hydrate when working on a big project.

“Tylenol, Ibuprofen, and two different pain meds from my neurologist”, you told him , out of breath from chugging, “nothing worked”. Bucky slumped against the counter. He hated how fast and loose you played it with pain medication, and wished you worried about the side effects as much as he did. "Are you supposed to combine those? Doesn’t sound safe…”

You shrugged, and Bucky narrowed his eyes at you. Sometimes your apathy about your own well-being made him nervous. You worried yourself ragged over every injury he received while out on his missions but couldn’t seem to have that level of concern for yourself.

“What? Don’t gimme that look, Barnes-I googled it and the internet said it’s probably fine”. A pang of anxiety raged through Bucky’s chest at your use of the word ‘probably’. He took the glass from you and filled it again with the hopes that the water would offset the kidney damage.

“And you know what’s absolute bullshit?” you said, pressing the heel of your hand against your forehead, “they tell you that the endorphins from exercise act as natural pain relievers, but that is definitely not true in my case”.

Bucky covered his face with his hands- sometimes, he couldn’t believe you. It was almost as if you did the exact opposite of what was good for you. “You. went. to. the. gym?” he let his hands slide down his face and land on his hips in total exasperation.

“Yeah… you left for your briefing this morning and I was desperate! I couldn’t get any relief from the meds, and I read the thing about endorphins, so-”

“Yeah, but I don’t think hip thrusting two hundred and something pounds while blasting Lady Gaga is what they meant, sweets”.

You scoffed at him, “I think that’s exactly what they meant”. He pulled you into his embrace and wrapped you in his warmth, shaking his head all the while. Your sense of humor was one of the things he loved most about you, but part of him wished you’d take your health seriously for once.

“Is there anything I can do for you? Are you hungry?” Your silence made his heart sink.

“Let me guess…” he said with a sigh, “you didn’t eat today?” You shook your head against his chest, prompting him to pull your face up to meet his. He frowned down at you, concern evident on his face. The worry lines he wore for you decorated his features, and all levity dissipated from the room.

“Baby, you have to eat. Not eating is only gonna make your migraine worse-”

“This isn’t technically a migraine”, you chirped, “It’s only like a seven and a half out of ten for me- it’s just persistent!”

Bucky refused to accept your excuses and qualifiers. It was ingrained in you to lessen your struggles, to put on a brave face and make the things you experienced seem less awful than they were. And he hated that you put on the charade of being fine for four days before admitting to him that you were in pain.

“I could either eat during my lunch break or try to nap in my office, so I chose the latter”, you shrugged. It was a perfectly fine explanation to you, but it made Bucky groan.

He didn’t want to ask, but knew he had to, “doll, have you not been sleeping?”

With a sad smile, you shook your head. The motion made you dizzy and had you reaching for Bucky, balancing yourself against his broad chest.

“I know I should be getting extra sleep, but this fucking headache keeps me awake…” Bucky watched your lighthearted façade crack and crumble before him.

“And I know what you’re gonna say, Buck, but I can’t wake you-” the despair in your voice strangled your words, forcing you to push your way through, “you just started sleeping through the night- I can’t do that to you. And if there’s nothing you can do for me, there’s no point in me waking you”.

He watched you trace lazy pattern on his chest with your finger as you avoided his gaze. His gentle touch lifted your chin and made his eyes meet yours, “so, what, have you just been sitting up all night while your head throbs?”

One nod from you and Bucky’s heart shattered completely.

The image of you laying in the dark, dealing with your apocalyptic pain all by yourself made Bucky’s chest ache. He never wanted you to deal with things like this alone.

“I don’t care if there’s nothing I can do- I want you to wake me, sweets. God knows how many times I’ve woken you up”. He stared down at you unflinchingly until you gave him a reluctant nod.

His lips met yours in a soft kiss that almost distracted you from the pain pushing against your skull. “What can I make you to eat? You gotta eat something” he was determined to make whatever it was that you wanted- but you didn’t want anything. Nothing sounded appealing. The pain had your stomach churning with nausea, and even thinking about food had you on the brink of throwing up.

But Bucky wouldn’t take no for an answer. He used his old reliable ‘Please? For me’ to get you to agree. It was a tactic that he often used to get you to take care of yourself, and found it to be infallible. Even if nothing sounded good, you knew you needed to put some kind of food in your body before you collapsed at Bucky’s feet. He sent you to the couch as he prepared the meal you requested: plain toast.

Bucky watched you eat with a smile on his face, happy that you’d allowed him to take care of you for once. He took your plate when you finished, returning from the kitchen with another glass of water. When your glass was empty, he gently pulled you close to his body and let your head rest on his chest. “See? Letting me take care of you isn’t so bad, hmm?” his large, warm hand stroked up and down the length of your spine in the way he knew you liked while his cold hand rested against your forehead. The cool sensation made you sigh with relief as it made the throbbing subside ever so slightly.

He loved knowing that the thing he hated most about himself could bring you some comfort on your bad days. He couldn’t make the pain go away, but he was going to make sure you were as comfortable as possible.

“Thank you, Buck…you’re the best” you murmured as your eyes fluttered shut. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and continued rubbing your back as he felt your muscles fall slack in his arms.

It was only six o’clock, but you were passed out completely in the warmth and safety of his embrace. Bucky smiled to himself, listening to the quiet sound of your peaceful, rhythmic breathing. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but he’d sit there all night if it meant you finally got the rest you needed.

The sun set and the apartment darkened around him, wrapping the two of you in the quiet safety of the shadows. Your warmth in his arms pulled him into deep sleep, and neither of you woke until morning.

[odetojeons]

Until It Feels Like You’re In Heaven — Jeon Wonwoo

request:  Hello do you still take requests? Your writing is amazingggg!! Thank you for existing 😭💕. Can i req a whipped dom!wonwoo x fem reader where he has a size kink and a smol gf please? I think that will be a cute concept 🥺

tags: fem and sub!reader, dom!wonwoo, size kink, tattoed and pierced jeon wonwoo just because, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex (uh idk why but I never write sex with a condom help), established wonwoo x reader, a tiiiny bit of spitting kink, very light verbal humiliation, aftercare, this goes from fluff to horny really quickly, fluff if you squint (or not?), a frankly unrealistic amount of cum, OH AND, stomach bulge 🥴

a/n: so haha I am back? with more filth? I tried adding fluff (even tho I completely forgot that the person who made the request asked for whipped wonwoo, good thing this is always in my agenda every time I write so I didn't have any problems lmfao) but I'm too much of a horny bitch and a simp for this man so,, idk? tell me what you think later! I hope you all perish— I mean, like this!

Word Count: 7826

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“Nope,” Wonwoo answers, giving you that kind of smile which makes you almost, almost feel less annoyed at the fact that you’ve been trying to reach something in the upper shelves for the last five minutes and he doesn’t move his ass to help you at all. “You’re just too cute trying to reach something.”

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There’s heat creeping up your neck, cheeks tinting red, and Wonwoo's smile gets bigger, shining and full of fondness. It leaves you stunned in silence for a while. It’s hard not to be in love with him. But it’s not like you try anyways.

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“J-just hurry up, aren’t you hungry?” you cough, looking away solely because you can’t stand the warmness in Wonwoo’s face without feeling like you’re going to combust any time soon.

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Wonwoo stares at you for a second too long, eyes a bit dark, and gets up to get the jar, without breaking eye contact. You instinctively make yourself smaller when his bigger and broader frame hovers over you, large enough to swallow your tiny body. The size difference has always been something you both feel incredibly turned on by.

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“Here it goes, little girl,” he says, going back to his chair to complete the task which he has been doing for at least ten minutes now. The way he says little girl has you dumbfounded, heart hammering against your chest. “Are you just going to stand there? Do you like being called little that much?”

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“Shut up,” you admonish, blushing furiously as you turn on your back to continue what you were doing.  You just hate how everything Wonwoo does affects you so much. You’re sure this must be bad for your health.

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The two of you continue your journey through cooking and eating after you’re both done with the preparations. Things with Wonwoo are always so easy, everything feels natural and domestic and the bubbling feeling of happiness you feel whenever you’re with him lulls you to fall in love with him even deeper than before.

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The way he teases you when you’re clumsy and spill sauce over yourself, but still cleans you up with the most fond smile ever, like you’re so completely adorable he can’t help himself. Or when you put more salt in the food than you should and you know it’s not that good, but he still compliments it and tells you he loves it so much, the sincerity in his eyes makes a surge of something pull at your lower stomach.

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If Jeon Wonwoo isn’t the love of your life, you don’t know who is.

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But right now you just want the ground to eat you alive and swallow you whole, because you’re standing right in front of the bed. The one bed. To which it suddenly doesn’t look big enough, not as you remember.

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Well, it’s not like you have never shared a bed before, you have even had a shit ton of sex in this exact piece of mattress, but the thing is, it’s been a while since you last saw Wonwoo. His job required him to spend three months away, and this is the first time you came to his house ever since he came back two days ago.

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You consider throwing yourself out of the window and into the dark, miserable night, thinks your poor heart will explode otherwise.

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“I’m not going to eat you.” Wonwoo’s voice carries over from the bathroom door, startling you into action. You jerk toward the bed, jumping on it and face flushing. You had showered before him, now dressed with one of his big shirts.

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It fell all the way to your mid thigh, the size difference between the two of you making you almost drown on the fabric of his clothes. It smells nice, smells like Wonwoo, and your cheeks burn when he drinks the sight of you in with dark eyes, not even trying to hide.

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“Unless you want me to,” he adds, not helping your situation at all.

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BSHANDJAJSND?, your brain supplies.

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“Oh my god,” you admonish, yanking the blanket off the bed and just as you get in, your eyes hone in on the ink swirling up Wonwoo’s right biceps. You have seen the tattoo through the pictures he sent you before, the snake crawling up to his shoulder, head stopping at his right chest.

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This is, however, the first time you’ve seen the metal bar through one of Wonwoo’s nipples — to which you already knew the existence of, but looking in person is totally different —, heat winding in the pit of your belly as you realize the snake is looking right at that same nipple. Unfortunately for your poor heart, he’s wearing nothing but a pair of sweats, hanging low on his hips, slim waist on display.

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Wonwoo is… hot.

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There’s no other way to put it despite your best efforts. He looks like one of those Greek statues, rippling muscle and hand carved abs, the cut of his jaw too sharp to be real. Your mouth waters and you can’t look away.

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And Wonwoo has been changing. He always had the thin type of body, being slim and tall, but in the end of last year he started exchanging the lazy hours he spent gaming with animated workouts at the gym — something about the way he was wasting his precious time of life and he could be acquiring knowledge and being healthy instead of sitting in front of a computer for hours —, and holy fuck if the result wasn’t quite the damn view.

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You draw the blanket right up to your chin, back very purposefully to Wonwoo’s side of the bed as you’re still trying to stop the mild heart attack you have going on. You don’t want to see him climbing into bed for safety purposes but that doesn’t mean your heart rate doesn’t spike up when the bed dips. When Wonwoo settles down under the same blanket, your brain very enthusiastically — and meaningfully — points out that you’re only a few centimeters away and that there’s nothing separating you.

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His abs flash behind your eyes and you nearly throw the blanket off, ready to storm out of the room and sleep on the sofa instead. You let out a breath you don’t even know you’re holding when Wonwoo flicks the flight off, the room disappearing into darkness, before he turns on the red leds from under his bed.

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You feel warm all over with the fact that he still remembers you don’t like sleeping in complete darkness.

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You try not to tense too much when he drapes an arm around your waist, locking you in. Your legs tangle together as he adjusts himself better, the other arm coming behind your head to serve as a pillow. Now you’re not only dying from the closeness but as well essentially drooling over the bulge of his thick biceps.

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Congratulations universe for managing to make you even more desperate.

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You’re not sure how long you just lie there, staring out the window, unable to fall asleep. Your brain doesn’t want to shut off, a blaring alarm of Jeon Wonwoo going off in your head.

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“I missed you so much,” Wonwoo says as if he read your thoughts, voice soft and filled with warmth, and you find yourself immediately melting in his arms despite your nervousness. “Thought I was going crazy without you, munchkin.”

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There’s a hard squeeze in your heart. You just love so much when he calls you that.

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“Missed you too,” you admit with a smile, the tip of Wonwoo’s nose dragging through your hair as he inhales the smell of his own shampoo. “Missed your smell.”

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“Just my smell?” Wonwoo teases with a light tone, caressing his free hand on your inner thigh. It was supposed to be a feather-like gesture, but the closeness between the two of you made your body oversensitive, and you find yourself moaning softly as your skin rocks with a shiver.

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Wonwoo tenses immediately when he hears the sound, hand stuttering to a stop. There’s a beat of what you call the most painful silence you ever had — your mind swirls with the thought that you just ruined the mood, face heating up uncontrollably at your own neediness —, before his fingers sink into the flesh of your inner thigh, startling you with the strength behind his grip.

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“Answer me.”

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You whine louder this time, the realization of his change of tone going from fond to an irrevocable order sinking wanton deep within your lower stomach. You try to close your legs, but Wonwoo’s leg stops you where it rests right in the middle of them, dangerously close to your throbbing core. You wonder if he could feel the heat emanating from it.

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“N-no,” you begin, voice already shaken up. Wonwoo’s breath caresses the helix of your ear, making goosebumps surge all over your skin. “Missed y-your bed too.”

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“Is that so?” he hums, chest vibrating where it presses against your back. “What else, munchkin?”

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“Missed—” your voice gets caught up in your throat when he licks your helix, teeth pulling the lobe of your ear. The soft drag of his lips all over that place is making your job difficult. “M-missed all of you, hmmm.”

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Wonwoo hums again, pleased with your answer, and leans so close to you your body gets half pinned to the bed. This way his bigger frame completely engulfs your smaller one, the difference between your sizes getting even more overwhelming now that he’s bulked up.

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And you’re not the only one affected by it, because as soon as Wonwoo realizes how he almost swallows you up in this position, he downright moans right by your ear.

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“So fucking small,” he tells you appreciatevely, voice one octave lower as his fingers presses on your inner thigh harder. “Missed touching you.”

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There’s a shift in Wonwoo, his leg rising up between yours and stopping centimeters away from the heat of your cunt, and you can’t hold back the shiver, wants Wonwoo to press down there. When you attempt to slide Wonwoo’s hand up and off of you so then you could turn around, you’re met with a growl instead, Wonwoo bodily pinning you to the bed.

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“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks, and it makes you feel like you’re a prey just ready to be caught by the big, bad wolf. You whine softly at that thought, hand coming to grab at Wonwoo’s wrist reflexively.

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“Wonwoo,” is your answer, like that would explain everything. Wonwoo chuckles softly, embarrassment burning on your cheeks.

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“When we called and I saw your face,” he says, barely above a whisper. “I wanted to fuck you so bad.”

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Suddenly, you can’t remember how to breathe, Wonwoo’s mouth on your neck, planting a soft kiss just under your ear. He nuzzles into the same spot, kisses lower and your heart shakes loud enough you think the neighbors might hear, hyperaware of every inch of your bodies touching.

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“I know I couldn’t, so I did it all from behind,” Wonwoo admits, sending your mind into a little haze. Of course he has been jerking off to the thought of you, but hearing him say it out loud has your panties getting soaked. “Sticking my dick in…”

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Wonwoo hasn’t stopped nuzzling you, in some kind of daze as he inhales your scent. There’s a hand on your hip now, holding you down, liquid heat pooling in your belly, spreading outward.

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“…and fucking you mercilessly…” he continues, voice getting deeper and rougher with each word, his breath labored. “…and watching you cum endlessly… I thought I would be fine just imagining it.”

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“W-Won—” you start, breathless, the sound of your own voice sounding so airy leaving you embarrassed. But then finally, finally he presses his thigh into your core, your hips immediately going down to rut hard against the muscle.

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“Fucking drenched,” Wonwoo snarls lowly when he feels the wetness of your soaked panties dirtying the fabric of his sweatpants.

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The sound makes you writhe on the bed, fists balling in the mattress.

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“But seeing you, so small…” the trace of Wonwoo’s hand in your skin is light, almost like a gentle whisper as it makes a burning path up, up, up until it stops by your neck, fingers closing softly around your throat. “Makes me want to rail you, carve the shape of my big cock inside your walls.”

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Wonwoo’s teeth sink into the skin just at the base of your neck. It’s hardly a bite, you know he could leave worse, but then Wonwoo laps at it afterwards, tender, surrenders you into moving your hips obscenely on his thigh. The way he says, knows his cock is big has heat licking your insides, and if it were anyone else saying the same thing you would be cringed, but there’s just something special about Jeon Wonwoo doing this that makes him look like the hottest man alive.

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“You’re addicting,” Wonwoo admits with a growl, the feeling of his touch turning possessive as he helps you ride his thigh better by a hand on your waist. “Once I get a taste I can’t stop myself from wanting more. Wanna have my way with you until you’re all mine.”

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Need seeps through your bones, body trembling as you try to scatter the air it has been knocked out of your lungs when Wonwoo fits his cock in the curve of your ass.

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“Y-you’re hard,” you comment, as if it’s not obvious, but it has been so long since the last time you felt his bulge pressing against you that it makes you desperate. “You’re so hard.”

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“Who’s fault do you think it is?” Wonwoo questions, groaning when you sway your hips from side to side on his cock.

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“Can we…” you trail off, hiding your face in the pillow. “Y-you know?”

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“Nope, you gotta be more specific,” he says with a teasing smile, and you smack him in the arm. Wonwoo laughs before his voice gets serious. “Say it.”

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This switch of him turning on and off between a sweet boyfriend to the man who doms you never fails to give you a whiplash.

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“Can we— Can w-we fuck?” you ask shyly, wanting the ground to swallow you whole. You have no idea why you are being this shy.

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“Hmm, it depends,” Wonwoo hums like he’s considering the options. You turn to look at him, mortified, but he only laughs at your indignation. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

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You blush furiously at the question, face turning to look away as you mumble a yes, but then Wonwoo’s grabbing at your jaw and yanking your head back in place until you’re staring right in the deepness of his eyes, the intensity of them stunting you into complete silence.

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“Look at me when I’m talking to you,” he orders, leaving no room for arguments, and you nod your head quickly at that. “Out loud.”

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“Y-yes,” you hurry to obey, watching satisfaction curl all over his face. “‘M always a good girl.”

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“I don’t think so, munchkin,” Wonwoo grins, wicked and teasing, and you brace yourself for whatever is going to happen this night. “Sometimes you’re so desperate and impatient you can’t even wait for me before fucking yourself with those plastic toys of yours.”

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“Wonwoo,” and you’re unable to look away even when shame burns all over your body. “H-how did you—”

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“How did I know?” your sentence morphs into a moan when Wonwoo presses his thigh so hard against you cunt it has your body jumping a little. “You think I wouldn’t feel how you’re more loose when I fucked you? You think I don’t notice the way you look at me?”

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Wonwoo is mercilessly dragging your hips up and down his leg, your whines sounding high and sweet in your own ears.

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“You’re oblivious even to yourself,” he tells you, tone rough as he ruts against your ass. Your heart lurches in your chest, Wonwoo’s words like a hot coal in the pit of your belly, erupting into flames. You want to squeeze your eyes shut, cunt pulsing with arousal. “Even today, the way you were staring at me…”

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But then, Wonwoo’s touch is gone. His hands leave your hips, thigh frees you from the pressure, and the warmth seems so far now. You turn, complaint already at the tip of your tongue, but Wonwoo’s faster, rougher as he manhandles you on your back and hovers over your body, caging you in with his arms.

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“You looked like a prey who has just been caught into the wolf’s den,” he smiles at you, wicked and cruel as he grabs your jaw and pushes your head back. “Like you wanted me to break you in until it feels like you’re in heaven.”

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There’s a breath against your bare neck, his groan hitting your skin when he bites it.

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“Or eat you up until there’s nothing left in you that doesn’t belong to me,” you’re definitely not expecting the moan that escapes Wonwoo’s mouth, so affected and deep it’s got all the hairs in your nape standing up, every fiber of your body telling you to submit. “Fuck, and it turns me on so much.”

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You make a sound out of neediness, hands reaching for Wonwoo. He goes easily, body pressing into yours as he crashes your lips together. Wonwoo kisses you like he wants to conquer you, licking into the seam of your mouth and teeth scraping at your bottom lip just so he could soothe the pain later with his tongue. Your head spins with the intensity of it, it’s messy and there’s too much spit and teeth, but that only makes it even more addicting.

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But Wonwoo doesn’t kiss you enough today. He almost never does when he’s feeling like that — possessive, mean, wicked even, when he needs you to know your damn place —, wants to ebb the pleasure away when you’re starting to get hotter until it’s replaced by pure desperation and you can’t do anything else other than beg for him to give in to you.

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So that’s what you do, staring up at his eyes trained on you as if you’re a prey.⠀

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“Please,” you start, voice caught into a moan when Wonwoo’s fingers sink into your jaw and his mouth falls ajar, like the sound of you saying this particular word gives a physical stroke to his cock. “P-please, fuck me. Wanna— Wanna belong t-to you.”

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And that’s enough. That’s enough, that’s enough, Wonwoo wants, you want, and he’ll give that to you since he has always been a weak man for your begging. There’s a fraction of seconds that he thinks he might pass out with all the blood rushing from his head to his other head, cock throbbing in his sweatpants.

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“Don’t know how so much eagerness fits into this little body of yours,” Wonwoo murmurs against your mouth, his hand squeezing your face. You find yourself parting your mouth open, whining, pliant and overwhelmed as Wonwoo slips his tongue in again, kissing you filthy. The scent of his familiar cologne is so sharp, surrounding you and leaving your mind dazed until all you can think is Wonwoo, Wonwoo, Wonwoo. When he pulls back this time, Wonwoo pushes his thumb into your mouth, eyes half-lidded as he watches you swirl your tongue around it, sucking it further into your mouth.

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You moan around it, watching Wonwoo’s every reaction, the way his breath hitches, shoulders tensing. There’s a shift on the bed, Wonwoo moving up and up and up and you can’t breathe because now the bulge pressing against the fabric of his clothes is standing proudly right in front of your face, Wonwoo almost straddling your chest. You let the realization that he’s going to fuck your mouth sink deep within your core, and try not to show how deeply affected you are by the idea.

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You fail, of course, hips lifting off of the bed and falling down again, biting around the finger inside of your mouth that keeps you from taking a better look in the place you are dying to see.

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“That desperate to suck me off, baby?” Wonwoo asks, and you flush, hate how you love the humiliated burn, how it makes you wetter. You’re too embarrassed to throw something back at Wonwoo, gaze dropping to his erect cock the best you can. He pushes your head back up, making you look at him instead. “Do you wanna see it?”

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“I do,” you reply, a little too fast for your own good, and it only serves for Wonwoo to laugh at your neediness. You debate if you’re as red as you think you are, the burn in your cheeks spreading all the way down to your neck.

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“Are you sure you’re ready for that?” Wonwoo’s tone is almost condescending, still playful, like he doesn’t think you can even handle the sight of his cock, and you like how it makes your cunt twitch and ache. It’s as if you enjoy the belittlement, enjoy the way Wonwoo wants you to prove yourself.

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“I’m,” you start, swallowing, “I’m ready.”

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Wonwoo’s smile is a touch dark, nearly a sneer, but his hand leaves your mouth to hook a thumb in the waistband of his pants. You nearly drool. He pulls on the fabric until his cock is free, slapping against your left cheek and smearing precum on your face. Your head spins, realising that even this part of Wonwoo’s body seemed to have grown bigger. Maybe it’s your imagination, haven’t actually seen it in real life for the past three months, but the thickness is intimidating.

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The best intimidating possible.

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Your heart thuds in your chest, unable to look away from his cock. There’s spit collecting on your tongue, embarrassment fighting against your desire to please. Leaning forward, you suckle the tip into your mouth, making a pleased sound when you taste the salty tang of precum.

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Wonwoo leans back a bit, wanting to assess your face better, and the taut lines of his body contorts in an even hotter way with the new position. You moan again, staring at the piercing in Wonwoo’s nipple and the head of the inked snake looking at it, and sucks on the head, tongue pushing along the underside. Your body throbs with your own heated desire.

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You wrap a hand around the base, gut twisting hotly when you realise you can’t even get your fingers all the way around — no matter how many times you notice this, they all make you feel equally needy. And you’re not the only one affected by it, Wonwoo’s hips kicking forward and cock thrusting inside of your mouth, the growl he lets out going straight to your core.

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“Fuck,” he says, breath audible enough to echo inside the room. “I will ruin you.”

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The confession has your body arching for a few seconds, sucking hard on the tip of Wonwoo’s cock until he’s moaning at the feeling. He takes a fistful of your hair, but you push against the hold so you could take more of it into your mouth.

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“Quit it,” Wonwoo demands, your displeased whine making his hold grow firmer. “Do as you’re told or you might not get my cock at all tonight.”

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He pulls you off, your pants loud and labored.

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“Did I make myself clear?”

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“Yes, sir,” you add just for the teasing — but mostly because you want Wonwoo to punish you for making him lose his beloved control —, feeling pleased as you watch the clear change of expressions going on in Wonwoo’s face. His eyes darken impossibly more, eyebrows frowning and then there’s a hand on your neck.

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Your mouth goes dry as soon as his fingers close around your throat, body writhing and mind going into submission mode.

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“Filthy little slut,” Wonwoo snarls, face suddenly close, and then he’s spitting into your open mouth and you feel like you will come very soon. You flinch, eyes shutting on reflex, and then moan. “Want me to punish you, don’t you?”

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You don’t say anything, can’t say anything, but you hope the look in your eyes answers his question. It probably does, because there’s a tiny little smirk playing on the edge of Wonwoo’s lips before he kisses you, softer than you could ever imagine he would be in this moment.

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“I love you,” he breathes, the sudden confession making a different kind of burn itch your throat. You know very well that when Wonwoo tells you that I’m the middle of sex then it’s because this will be a passionate fucking. One of those that he keeps your body so close you think you might become one with him, one of those he kisses you so gently one moment only to treat you roughly in the other, one of those he wants to make you fall apart, crumble and cry and even so, it will be full of love and care and sweetness. “I love you so much.”

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Wonwoo doesn’t wait for your answer. Doesn’t need to, he knows your heart belongs to him.

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“Say ah for me, sweetheart,” Wonwoo instructs and you obey, mouth hanging open, tongue out. Wonwoo slaps his cock against it, precum dirtying your tongue as the slap slap slap of his cock hitting your mouth fills the heavy air of the room. He even traces the tip over your upper lip, smearing precum along your cheek when he slaps your face with it before placing his cock right back on your waiting tongue. “Put this mouth to better use.”

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You do, eager to do as you’re told after Wonwoo’s confession, blood singing from his praise and his disparagement alike. You sink down onto it as far as you can take it, nearly gagging when it hits the back of your throat. Wonwoo drowns out a broken “fuck” above you, stroking your cheek and moving further in the bed to lessen the awkward twist of your neck.

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“You look so good with my cock in your mouth,” Wonwoo breathes, voice strained as you suck him off, head bobbing. He brushes your hair back, little groans and growls escaping him every time his cock hits the back of your throat, you swallowing around it, or when you speed up, fucking your mouth on Wonwoo’s length. “Such a pretty little cocksucker, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

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You blush, heart hammering in your chest with the compliment, but he closes a fist in your hair and makes you stop all movements.

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“Gonna fuck your mouth,” Wonwoo starts, holding your wrist with his free hand and putting your fingers above his thigh. You know that it means if you want me to stop, tap twice, and it makes heat coil in your belly. “until you gag.”

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You moan a bit uncontrollably around his cock, legs kicking in the bed at the affirmation, and Wonwoo is staring at you with a look you can’t quite describe. It makes you ashamed of being so eager but at the same time proud of being his little cockslut.

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Wonwoo holds you in place, hips bucking into your mouth. He goes slow at first, wanting you to get used with the feeling because it has been a while since the last time you sucked him off. It is short lived, as soon as you look up at him and nod — the best you could with your movements being kind of restricted —, his thrusts turn sharp and fast, your jaw aching from how long you had Wonwoo’s fat cock in your mouth.

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You moan, one of your hands still working up and down along Wonwoo’s shaft as he fucks into you, tears beginning to prickle at the corners of your eyes. He falls a bit forward when you start gagging a little, throat convulsing around his thickness, and he sprawls his fingers in the wall for support.

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“Fuck fuck fuck, shit,” Wonwoo breathes, voice gravelly, his grip in your hair getting tighter and tighter. Tingles spark down your spine, wetness pouring out of you and soaking your panties even more and you want so desperately to come, to be fucked, but you want to please him first.

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Wonwoo’s thrusts begin to turn erratic as he fucks your mouth, a growl erupting out of him on a particularly hard thrust, and then he’s pulling away. You look at him, mind in a haze, but still dumbfounded. His breath is labored and he looks like he’s having a hard time keeping together, hips thrusting into the air. It boosts your ego to see him this messed up because of you.

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“Did so well for me, sweetheart,” Wonwoo tells you, voice strained from effort but still full of fondness, and you feel butterflies dancing in your stomach at the praise. It seems like he wants his orgasm to ebb away. At the look you’re giving him, he adds: “Wanna cum with you.”

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You mewl at the thought, watching him position himself between your legs again and kissing you slowly. Wonwoo caresses your cheek with a gentle thumb, other hand tracing a feather-like path down your body. His fingers brush against your nipple, the whine you let out being swallowed by Wonwoo’s greedy mouth, and he sneaks his hand under your shirt just as his kisses fly to your neck.

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And then Wonwoo’s sucking. Hard.

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It caughts you off guard, hips lifting off of the bed and thigh pressing tightly against Wonwoo’s cock, his groan being muffled by your skin. He bites, suckles and kisses the particular spot underneath your jaw, so far up your neck you won’t be able to hide it, especially because it’s summer. And you feel warm all over, how he always remembers exactly your pleasure point, the place that has your head spinning with pleasure.

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Your hands fly to his hair, cunt throbbing with need when he tongues at the purple hickey, and it’s throbbing, pulsating with how hard he sucked. It leaves you breathless, not having time to recover when Wonwoo pulls your shirt up until he can get one nipple into his mouth.

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“Wonwon, fuck,” you whimper, body oversensitive with all that has been going on, and Wonwoo growls at the nickname, hand coming to pinch your other nipple like he’s telling you how much this affects him. “Please—”

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Wonwoo bites at it, tongue coming to soothe the pain later, and you’re sure the grip you have on his hair must be painful, but he says nothing; only looks more intent on making you moan. Wonwoo busies himself with sucking hickeys all over the place as one of his hands continues to descend down your body, thumb pressing in a spot by your hips that has your back arching and a desperate whine being pulled out of you.

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Down and down, his fingers then slips inside your penties, brushing across your clit so lightly that it has your whole body rocking with shivers.

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But then, Wonwoo’s body goes completely still. You feel him tensing under your palms, heat already flooding your face when you know he feels it, feels the way you’re already stretched open for him.

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“You—” he starts but stops himself, pushing a finger inside for great measure. Wonwoo growls when he meets almost no resistance, face lifting from where it rests on your chest to look at you. “When?”

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The intensity of his voice leaves your mouth dry.

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“E-earlier, in the— in the s-shower,” you confess, voice quiet, and you can’t look away, Wonwoo’s eyes pinning you to your spot.

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“Hah,” he states simply, a sound of pleasant surprise, and adds another finger inside. Wonwoo pushes them to the hilt, until his knuckles brush your pelvis. You moan, head thrown back at the sudden, but welcomed intrusion. “Acting all nervous around me but this is exactly what you wanted, isn’t it?”

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He gyrates his hand, pushing hard and without mercy, right before he adds another finger, this time more slowly. It burns a little, his fingers way bigger than yours, but you love the slight pain.

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“Did you come into my house knowing I would fuck you?” Wonwoo asks, knows the answers but does it anyway. He moves his hand a little, waiting for your to be more comfortable with the sensation of his fingers, but as soon as your frown turns upside down, Wonwoo has no restrains whatsoever, fucking into you fast and sharp. “Fingered yourself knowing that I would split you open on my big cock?”

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You can’t even think straight, hips rising off of the bed, but Wonwoo holds your waist with his free hand and pins them down hard. Your upper body lifts with this, back arching and legs kicking everywhere as you can’t stop the loud moans slipping through your lips, doesn’t even care about the neighbors as your nails sink into Wonwoo’s back to the point it might leave tiny crescent moons all over it.

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“Did you come back then?” Wonwoo continues, pace unforgiving even when tears well up into your eyes. He trusts you to use your safeword if needed as much as you trust him to use his. “Did you?”

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You struggle to answer, voice being surrendered to moans and whines and whimpers and it’s hard to focus when he’s hitting your sweet spot with the tip of his fingers.

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“Ah! Ah, hmmm, f-fuck, please Won— Wonwon,” you try, can’t even understand how you still manage to get red when you realise Wonwoo is looking at you with so much desire. The point you both most like about your relationship is that Wonwoo is the dom, but he knows you have him in the palm of your tiny hands. “I, ah, d-din’t. Di— Didn’t want to, fuck, please— c-come without you—”

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Wonwoo pulls his fingers out at that, your cunt clenching around nothing as he goes lighting fast to take both of your clothes off, grab your waist and flip you on your stomach just as he reaches for the nightstand to grab what you know very well it’s a bottle of lube. He pulls your hips up until you’re face down, ass up on the bed, the hurry in all of this only sending desperation all over your body, and the sound of the cap being opened has butterflies in your stomach.

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“Yeah? Fuck,” Wonwoo sounds a mess, fingers hurrying to close a fist on his cock and jerk it off furiously to spread the lube better, the wet head nudging against your rim. “Fuck, shit, I wanna fuck you so bad.”

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“Do it,” you beg. “Please.”

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And who is he to deny what you want?

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Wonwoo pushes inside you slowly despite his hunger, knows he’s big and there’s an alarming size difference between the both of you.

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Your hands clench into fists and it feels like you’re being impaled onto Wonwoo’s cock, going deeper than any cock you ever taken before. Tears cling to your lashes as a small jolt of pain runs up your spine, the lube easing Wonwoo’s way in. Overall you’re proud of yourself, haven taken him before, more times than you can count, and you accommodate his cock like a pro.

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Your chest heaves, no amount of air feels like enough as Wonwoo’s cock all but punches everything out of you. You’re biting at the pillow by the time the last of it pushes into you, a haze surrounding your mind because it feels so good.

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Wonwoo’s groan transforms into a moan once he’s buried all the way into you, hips flush against your ass and spreading you open so wide and so deep, you would think you might break if you didn’t know any better. You gasp, back arching downward as you take your time to adjust to the large intrusion.

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Wonwoo kisses your shoulder tenderly, waiting for you to grow used to the feeling. He can be rough when it comes to bed, but he always is mindful of you no matter how impatient and desperate he is. There’s this soft feeling going on inside you, mixing with your pleasure and it only serves to make you more needy.

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Wonwoo doesn’t move for a while, hot breath falling against your neck as he stands behind you. You feel surrounded — his scent everywhere, the pulse of the hickeys he carved on your skin, the press of his long fingers on your waist —, your submission for Wonwoo’s eyes only.

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You nod at him.

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A lick at your neck is all the warning you get before Wonwoo pulls out so very slowly, cock dragging against your walls and rim. It feels like forever, you whining at the sensation, and then you’re being slammed back into.

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“Ah!” you gasp, eyes blurry as you struggle for air. You moan as Wonwoo drags himself back out again, and thrusts right back in and groans at the feeling. “Y-yes—”

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“So good,” Wonwoo growls, close to inhumane as he continues with that pace. “So fucking good.”

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Eventually, Wonwoo doesn’t seem to be able to go slow anymore, thrusts turning sharper and harder, his pace unrelenting. You find yourself almost screaming through it, so overwhelmed by the size of him — a good overwhelmed, the best overwhelmed —, but the way you feel so full and the exponential pleasure leaves you numb to any other thought.

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Wonwoo, Wonwoo, Wonwoo, your mind seems to chant, fucked open mercilessly by your boyfriend.

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“Taking cock like a pro, aren’t you, sweetheart?” Wonwoo says, stops for a second, adjusts his hips, and then slams back right into your sweet spot, like he knows where it is by heart. Your body lurches forward, bed slamming against the wall. Hands reaching to hold onto something, you scramble against the sheats until one of them fists it and the other holds the pillow for dear life. “You’re gonna wake the whole hall, screaming like that.”

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You have enough of a decency to feel ashamed about it, but it’s not like neither of you actually care. If anything, Wonwoo fucks you harder, hips jamming inside you until your throat hurts from all the noises you’re making.

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“Please, p-please— I wanna— I h-have to— Fuck, ah!” you’re not even sure about what you’re begging for, Wonwoo pulling your hips to meet his thrusts half way. You love this, feeling like a ragdoll, being thrown around and only able to take what he gives to you.

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“Good little girl,” Wonwoo croons, his voice rough. Your skin glistens with sweat, the shimmering red light reflecting on it. “Looking so beautiful taking my cock.”

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You’re not sure what compels you after he says that but you reach down, hand smoothing down your abdomen because you feel like Wonwoo is spearing you open. But you go completely tense, squeezing Wonwoo so hard he stutters with a moan, because under your palm there is the outline of his cock protruding against your lower belly. The feeling makes you so overwhelmed that you can’t hold it in, whithe pleasure flooding you as you end up coming, eyes rolling to the back of your head and you’re crying all the way through it.

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“You’re coming?” Wonwoo deadpans, sounding surprised and angry at the same time. “Holy shit, you’re coming untouched and without my permission? What were you think—”

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Wonwoo’s complaint immediately dies down when you bring a trembling hand to grab his wrist and put his fingers in the cause of your orgasm. There’s a beat of silence, the both of you completely still, and then Wonwoo is growling the most animalistic growl you ever heard him do, the sheer intensity of it rocking all the way to your bones. He presses his hips so tightly into yours it has you sobbing.

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“Fuck,” it’s all he says, tone two octaves lower and sounding dangerous, doesn’t even have it in him to punish you. “Fuck.”

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It’s like the caged beast he keeps so carefully locked deep within himself started to surface. Wonwoo pushes your head down on the mattress, the other hand still on your belly. He pulls out until the tip and then slams back inside, as hard as he can, and you downright scream at the feeling, the oversensitiviness adding up to your pleasure.

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There’s another few seconds of silence, and then Wonwoo is fucking you brutally. His moans echo through the room, so completely desperate that it has you wailing, sobbing, crying desperate pleas for more.

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“Look at that,” Wonwoo says, hand pressing harder against the bulge in your stomach. “Pushed my big cock into you until your insides were forced to make room for it.”

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He grabs your arm and yanks you up, your back pressing against his chest and an arm circling around your waist. The other comes up to squeeze your left breast as you practically sit on his thighs. You moan at the feeling of his pierced nipple dragging against your skin every time he fucks up into you, your body only held in place because of the firm grip Wonwoo has on you.

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Sobbing, you feel like you’re losing yourself in the sensations, Wonwoo’s cock pounding into your cunt and his voice by your ear and the burn of his hips hitting your ass — by now it must be all red, the marks probably going to linger for some time. You can’t hold yourself together anymore, mouth open and drooling, tears clinging to your lashes, staccato moans falling from your lips that break on every thrust. You’re limp against Wonwoo, can’t even fuck back, letting him have his way with you.

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“Drooling all over yourself for my cock,” Wonwoo says, fucks in deep against your sweet spot and mouths at the side of your neck. “Because of me, right? Tell me.”

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“Y-you— yours, yours, please,” your head falls back on his shoulder, hand pressing tightly in the shape of his cock in your stomach, and at this point you don’t even know what you’re doing anymore.

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“I’ve broken you in, fuck.”

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And he did, really. He has broken you in, has you crying on his cock.

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“You belong to who?” Wonwoo pressed his hips flush on your ass, grinds hard enough for your body to be sent forward. A short few seconds so you can take a breath — or at least try to. “Hm? Who’s fucking you this good?”

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“W-Wonwoo, Wonwon, you, please,” you cry out as he starts to fuck you mercilessly again, the brutal pace punching moans out of you. “Ah, ah, ah, p-please, haaah, I’m y-yours— yours, b-belong to, hmmm, to you only, please!”

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“Yeah,” Wonwoo echoes, thrusts turning erratic and groans morphing into moans. “Mine.”

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“I can’t — I’m g-gonna—”

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“Come for me.”

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And it’s enough for you. Your muscles tense, toes curling as hot, white pleasure surges through your body and floods you until you fall limp on the bed, hips only up because Wonwoo is holding them tightly. You clench around his cock involuntarily, his groan muffled by your hair and he’s coming, Wonwoo’s cock twitching inside you as thick spurts of come fill you to the brim. They seem to be endless, his spunk filling you up until it’s dripping out and down your thighs.

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You don’t remember much of what happens later. Your mind spins and then you fall into a most needed slumber.

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You wake up a bit disoriented, having no idea how much has passed since you fell asleep, but you realise you’re all cleaned up and dressed, head resting in Wonwoo’s — thankfully, for the sake of your precious pussy — clothed chest as he uses his cellphone. He smells clean too, hair still a little bit wet, and you smile thinking that the shower you both took before going to bed was useless.

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“You’re up?” comes Wonwoo’s question when he feels your lips moving against him, placing his phone somewhere on the bed and circling his arms around you. You move your head, looking up at him with fondness.⠀

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“Hey, baby,” you breathe out, reaching to peck him in the lips once. He smiles, that kind of smile that leaves you breathless with love.

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“Hey, my love,” Wonwoo laughs when you blush at the pet name. It’s so sweet and endearing, you always feel warm whenever he says it. “I see you still get all red when I call you that.”

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“Shut up,” you swat at his arm, Wonwoo’s following laugh sounding like the best music you ever heard. “How much did I sleep?”

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“Not much,” he presses you tighter against him. “I think one hour? Something like that.”

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“Thanks for taking care of me,” you say, legs tangling with his and the smile never leaving your lips.

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“Of course, my love. Always will take care of you,” Wonwoo nuzzles your hair and inhales. “Got kind of surprised that I managed to fuck you into unconsciousness.”

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“Wonwoo,” you mortify with a laugh, hitting his chest, but he only giggles at you. He giggles. Your heart might explode soon.

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“What? Can’t I be happy that I pleasured my tiny girlfriend the way she deserves to?” Wonwoo says, and it sounds like a joke, but when you look up at him again to make a retort, the reverence in his eyes surrenders you speechless.⠀

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He stares at you with so much admiration and love, like you’re the most beautiful thing ever.

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“I love you,” you say instead, cheeks hurting from the way you’re smiling, and Wonwoo seems to be caught off guard because he’s blushing. Wonwoo’s blushing. He’s so cute you want to die.

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“Shut up and go back to sleep,” he coughs, pushing your head against his chest and you laugh at this shyness. “I love you too.”

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Yes. The warmness of his hands, the beat of his heart, the rise and fall of his chest, the love in his eyes, the sweetness of his words — you missed everything about Jeon Wonwoo.

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[whatanoof]

A Push in the Right Direction

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Cal Kestis x Reader

Word Count: ~7.6k

Warnings: fluff, smut, swearing, sexual tension, rough sex, sex pollen so by default it's dubcon, pining

Summary: Healing injured patients? Psh, easy stuff. Force healing? A little more tricky. Confessing your crush to your very close friend? Damn near impossible until a flower bush shoves you in the right direction.

A/N: Happy birthday my friend @marvelassassin221b!! I hope you are staying safe, and that your birthday will bring happiness and wisdom to your life. It's been a blessing talking to you and laughing at memes together <3 Thank you for giving me the push to get this fic done and posted, I couldn't have done it without you. Enjoy some of our favorite redhead Jedi ;)

You’ve always been terrible with directions. Like, it’s a miracle you haven’t gotten lost in more dangerous settings, but even your Jedi Master used to shake their head when you had survival exercises in your Padawan years. Greez too, makes comments about how atrocious you are at navigation. You hadn’t been allowed back to the holomap since a disastrous set of directions landed the Mantis on the more unfriendly side of the Outer Rim.

But even with all of your shortcomings at mapping, you have a solid crisis mode. You need to have one as a medic. It’s not a good idea to freeze when a patient is bleeding out on the ground in front of you, there is only one way that is going to end, and it’s not going to be a happy ending. Under pressure, all of the unsureness that surfaces during your attempts at navigation vanishes, and your body is moving before your mind even consciously thinks to. It’s your zen mode, almost your place of meditation, where you give into the inner instinct and allow the Force to guide you through the process. Too bad you can’t reach that state in any situation other than emergencies, maybe you would be able to navigate your moves in confessing a crush.

You had met Cal Kestis on Bracca. He’d cut his hand open on a jagged edge of wall paneling, and Prauf brought him to you, one of the few healers among the scrappers. You couldn’t tell what exactly it was that gave him away to you, but the instant his eyes met yours, you knew where he had come from.

Of course, you waited until Prauf had gone back to work to reveal yourself. Healing through the Force decreases the chance of infection, is painless, and is essentially instantaneous. While your normal supplies would have done the trick, the drama queen in you realized this would be the perfect way to show Cal he wasn’t alone. Force healing is tricky, but you’d had a surprising knack for it ever since your youngling years. The Order had trained you up in the way of Force healing and given you the tools to take advantage of your aptitudes. Cal’s face had been priceless when you simply waved your hand over his, and the wound closed within seconds.

There was a certain comfort in knowing you weren’t alone. Admittedly, in the long years after the Purge, you’d toyed with the idea that you had been the only Jedi to escape. Those had been dark days, where you could barely scrape together the energy to forage for food and water, laughing that the Jedi Order would die with a single Padawan who had lost her lightsaber along with everything she had known.

But then Cal stumbled into your little cordoned off area. You’d become close friends from that moment to the day Prauf died and the Ninth Sister shoved you both off of the cliff and onto the freight train below. The Mantis crew was surprised, to say the least. They had gotten reports of a single Jedi wreaking havoc on Bracca. But they welcomed you aboard and you had become the team medic, patching up Cal when he got back from missions and finding time in between to try and recover the Force abilities you had lost to time.

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“Hey.” You look up from your work. Medical supplies lie strewn across the floor of your part of the room, bandages unwound and your meager supply of medication stacked methodically in the corner.

Cal looks down at you from the doorway, a streak of something across his cheekbone. You want to wipe it off, but you just smile back, “Welcome back. Find anything cool?”

His happy grin only widens, “You’ll have to come and find out.”

“What?”

He beckons you towards the main hull, “Come on!”

Cere and Greez are already there and seated around the meal table, and BD is perched on the table, chirruping animatedly as if talking to Cere. You take your place with them, noting the empty chair to your right. Merrin is back on Dathomir, searching for ancient texts about Nightsister magic and rituals. She’s been gone for several days, but you still find yourself seeking out her snarky comments and cool confidence.

“Okay.” Cal stands at the head of the table, rubbing his hands together in a way that makes him seem as if he is playing the adult. “I’m willing to bet you're all wondering why I’ve called you here today…”

“Spit it out Cal, you woke me up from a nap for this.” Greez eyes the redhead grumpily, and you fight to hide a grin. Cere also looks mildly amused, if slightly impatient.

Cal rolls his eyes, but continues, “Cordova left a message, saying something very valuable to our quest is locked in a vault in the Zeffo caves. I found the vault today and it matches Cordova’s description, but we need two Force users to access it.” He nudges BD, and the little droid projects an image of the vault door. It’s massive, with gold decorations swirling across it, and two obvious indents in the ground on either side for said Force users.

Everyone’s gazes flit to Merrin’s empty chair. It’s without question she would have been the best fit for this mission. Her combat style complements Cal’s perfectly, and Cere is still hesitant to use the Force.

Realization strikes you, and you glance up to see everyone’s eyes are now trained on you. You begin to shake your head. “That’s a bad idea--”

“We’ll be fine. I’ll lead us directly to the vault. I have my saber, and you have your Force healing. Worst case scenario, you have to patch me up in the field.” That is definitely not the worst case scenario, but there are no other options. This mission is time-sensitive, and you can’t wait for Merrin to get back from Dathomir.

You fix him with a stern glare. “I will come. But--” You hold up a hand when Cal opens his mouth. “You have to stick with me. No disappearing and popping out to scare me, because I will get lost We go in, and we get out.“

“I wouldn--” Cal protests.

“You would.” You snap.

“Yeah, he would.” Cere agrees.

“Sounds like something you would do.” Greez nods.

BD beeps cheerily from its place in the center of the table, clearly in agreement with you.

Cal shuts his mouth with an audible pop, and you cross your arms while staring him down. Yes he would.

“I need BD back here on the ship. I’m running diagnostics on the navigation programming, and I can’t do it alone.” Cere speaks up.

Cal hesitates. You understand; he never goes on missions without BD. The two are a package deal, but everything needs to be running at peak efficiency before you go to the Fort Inquisitorius. And there’s no way you’re willing to deal with a navigation error en route.

You speak up, “Yeah, it will be fine.”

Cal looks at you, “We need BD to unlock a shortcut. What happened to in and out?”

You wave him off, “We’ll take the scenic route. Cere needs BD back here, and we can manage without. We’ll have our comm units, it will be fine.”

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Do you know that saying, “Famous last words?”

Yeah. You hadn’t realized just how famous those last words could be. It started when Cal realized he’d left his comm unit on the ship in the charging port. But it was fine, because you had yours. Until you dropped it into a puddle after tripping over a tree root.

The scenic route involved passing through the outskirts of a forest, and the terrain was a little trickier than you had been prepared to handle, obviously. So, commless and armed with a single lightsaber and two shared brain cells, you travel towards the entrance to the Zeffo caves.

A flower bush catches your eye. Its leaves are a shocking shade of red, with gorgeous blue flowers that seem to call you over to them. Cal keeps walking even as you stop and reach for the bush. You pluck the flower in the fullest bloom and turn it over in your hand, admiring the veins of deeper azure spider webbing across the petals.

Cal says your name behind you, “We have to keep moving if we’re going to get back before dark.”

Turning to face your companion, you tuck the blossom behind his ear and step back to admire how the blue contrasts against his hair. The word slips out almost without you noticing. “Cute.”

It’s almost comical how quickly his face blooms red. “Guh--”

“It’s a good look.” You reassure him quickly. “Adorable. Pretty. Cute.”

“--Thanks!” He ducks past you to the bush. “I’m just going to grab a seedling for Greez. He’ll like this one.” Cal grabs one of the large pods and breaks it open, removing a seed and sticking it into the pouch on his harness. “Okay, ready.”

But you’re distracted by the red pollen that explodes in a cloud around his head, dusting him with a fine mist that leaves scarlet traces on his face and shoulders. “What’s that?” You step forward and run a finger across Cal’s poncho, collecting the dust and rubbing it between your fingertips. You hesitate, then raise your hand to your face to smell the substance. The sickly sweet scent and underlying current of spicy musk sticks in your lungs. The back of your throat tickles, and you sneeze.

An echoing sneeze draws your attention. Cal leans against the flowering bush, one arm clamped over his nose as he sneezes over and over again. He glances up at you, coughing with watery eyes, “Wha--”

A spike of dread pierces through you. ‘Stars, was it poison?’ He won’t stop coughing, a dry rattle as his body tries in vain to purge the intruding red dust. You fall to your knees beside him. Panic fills your mind, blotting out logic and reason and you place your hands on his body, intent on Force healing him even though you don’t know what is wrong with him. Then, just as suddenly as the coughing started, it stops and silence rings through the trees.

“Cal!”

You're shoving your hand underneath his poncho in an instant to feel for his heartbeat. You hold your breath. You can’t feel a pulse. You scramble to rip his poncho off completely, dragging it over his limp shoulders and head. You shove your fingers against his throat again. There!

His heartbeat flutters delicately, beating a rapid tattoo against your fingertips. You allow yourself to breath. He’s alive. But his pulse is fast, too fast. You rip open his tunic, though you’re not entirely certain what it is you’re searching for.

Just as your fingers brush over his skin, Cal bolts upright with a gasp. “Wh-- where...?”

You swear you almost pass out from the relief that slaps you across the face. “Stars, I thought you were dead. I’m so sorry about the flower bu-- mmm!”

Cal smashes his lips onto yours, pushing you onto your back with the sheer force of the kiss. His tongue dips into your mouth, searching and probing and damnit you can’t breathe when he’s this close to you, this desperate. His hips jerk against yours with an unpracticed, aborted motion, dragging a very prominent erection against your body that makes you jerk back in surprise.

You push him away from him for a second, propping yourself up on your elbows as you search his face for some indication of… you don’t know what. But this isn’t like him. “Cal, what--?”

“Need you.” He groans, his hands roaming over your body without fear or shame and inspiring a wave of pleasure as he squeezes your breasts. “Maker, you feel so good. Smell so good.” You bite back a moan. This really isn’t the time, not in the middle of an Imperial occupied forest. But to be completely honest, he feels really good too.

You’d imagined this before. Well, not these exact circumstances, but the idea of being under Cal. You’d imagined the feeling of his hands scraping over your skin and squeezing your body wherever he would like. You’d imagined his lips on yours, and other places for sure. But you’d really only ever been able to envision Cal as a gentle lover, all quiet moans and hesitant movements and unsure expressions. But this rougher side? You moan raggedly against Cal’s mouth as he shoves a thigh between your legs, rubbing up against your clothed sex. This is amazing.

Streaks of heat flash through your body, converging between your legs. Everything is amplified, the sounds around you, the grass beneath your knees, the blueness of the sky overhead. But it all seems to pale when your attention lands on Cal, who’s more flushed than earlier. You feel the heat beneath your skin too, but he’s got to have it worse right now, because you’re not the one sweating like you’re stranded on a desert planet. Maker, the pollen was some kind of--

His name escapes your lips in a tiny whisper that morphs into a moan halfway through. You allow your head to fall back, and it thunks against the spongy moss across the ground, knocking you back to the present. Cal’s lost in you, his nose buried in the crook of your neck as he ruts weakly against your thigh.

You shake off the haze clouding your mind, crisis mode kicking into full gear. You have no comms, one horny Jedi, and a completely hopeless sense of direction. “Cal. We have to move.”

He whines high in the back of his throat. “No.” It’s almost pleading, but there is an undercurrent of steel that makes you pause.

“Cal. We’re out in the open. Troopers co-- could--” Stars, you can feel the lust pumping under your skin, so close to the surface that it could burst out at any second. But fear hovers on the edge of your mind, pressing in and suppressing the need to jump Cal and reminding you of the certain torture and death that would occur if you were caught.

Cal doesn’t seem to have any of the same restraints as you. His fingers are carding through your hair, “Just wanna feel you. Maybe more.” His teeth latch into your neck, and the dull pain pierces through the haze more firmly.

He got dosed more heavily with the pollen. You resist the urge to curse as you gently detangle from Cal and sit up, biting back a sigh of relief as his teeth leave your skin. “We have to find shelter.” You begin to look around, but all you can see is the forest. You need something better, a place where you can figure out what exactly is wrong with Cal. You try to stand.

“Noooo…” This isn’t going to work. You actually do curse this time. How are you supposed to find effective shelter while dragging a full grown man around hostile territory without compromising stealth, all while your libido is cottoning to the edge of your mind, clouding your judgment?

“Come here…” Cal’s arm wraps around your neck, dragging you back down to the ground even as you try to stand. Okay that’s enough.

“You’ll forgive me later, Cal.” You press your thumb to his forehead and concentrate. His skin is dry and burning to your touch, and your brow scrunches. That’s going to be an issue. You reach to tap into the Force, but you pause. Your Force connection is… foggy. That’s the only way you can describe it in words, but it’s muted and dimmer than usual.

Your Jedi Master taught you a metaphor for using the Force: a barrier exists between you and access to the Force. It’s a wall, and your mind must become like a sharpened sword to pierce through and reach the Force. You can feel the barrier, just as always, but it’s like a second layer exists around it. If the normal barrier is made of thin glass, the new layer is crafted from paper; it’s strange, and thicker than usual, but still easily pierced with extra… force if you can say that without making yourself laugh at the pun. You summon the strength and press your mental sword forward through the barrier.

Rest. Cal’s eyes roll back in his head and he falls asleep with a gentle exhale. He relaxes against you, and you relax in turn when you see the pained lines smooth out of his forehead. Jedi healing includes your own personal anesthesia on demand. It will keep him under for a little bit, though you can’t tell what kind of effect the pollen will have on the Force sleep.

Through some feat of the stars themselves, you struggle to your feet. Cal’s arm is looped around your neck, and you want nothing more than to just sink down to the ground again and give into the weakness and lust pulling at your legs, coaxing you to collapse and take your pleasure. And stars, Cal’s heavier than you expected him to be.

But you shake yourself awake. Can’t get distracted. You glance at Cal’s drooping head. He’s been strong for you this entire time. The least you can do is be strong now and find some shelter. But where?

Voices filter through the trees, and your head jerks up towards the sources.

“Yeah, she told me to take the bucket off, or she would charge the full payment and…” Stormtroopers. Kriffing hell.

“Come on.” You hiss underneath your breath. You gather your legs underneath your body and push. Your muscles scream in pain, but they ultimately obey and you stumble to your feet and begin to move away from the approaching voices. Cal is dead weight over your shoulders, pulling and urging you to rest. It would be so easy to give in, to sink back to the ground and let Cal do what he wants.

The trees blur together as you move through the forest. The stormtroopers’ voices are getting louder and you grit your teeth. You don’t know their patrol route. How are you going to avoid them? All you can do is place one foot in front of the other. Then the mossy ground turns to stone underneath your feet, and you slow. Caves. Perfect.

You hurry inside, fatigued legs forgotten in your relief. There’s a bend directly beyond the mouth of the cave, and you gently lay Cal against the wall. You’re completely hidden from anyone looking from the entrance. You sit opposite him, your head falling forward to sag against your chest. Now what?

Your comm unit is busted, and Cal’s is sitting back on the Mantis, so you can’t contact the crew. You hold a hand to Cal’s forehead. His temperature is getting worse. You don’t know what infected him, so your Force healing is out of the question. The only bright spot is you’re pretty sure the stormtroopers won’t find you. They’re not exactly recruited for their brains, and you’ll be able to sense their muted Force signatures if they get close.

Speaking of…

You trail off, contemplating Cal’s unconscious face. His head sags against the rock wall and there’s a line of drool leaking out of the corner of his mouth. His brow is finally relaxed, his breathing deep and even and it strikes you that this is the most peaceful you’ve ever seen him.

You reach out through the Force. It has become a habit for you, Merrin, and Cal to find peace in each others’ Force signature. Whether nightmares or difficult missions, the others would be there as a silent comfort.

Merrin’s is a mixture of whites and creams swirling against a dark maroon background. When she uses her Force magic, there is an unmistakable green tinge through it. Hers is powerful, with a sense of underlying safety in her strength. True to form, Merrin has been a protector figure in the Mantis.

But Cal’s is more diverse, a blend of warm colors against a grey background with blue tinging the edge. But while the colors are chaotic, Cal keeps a firm hold on his Force presence at all times, never allowing it to surge violently from emotion. He does not suppress it completely anymore, but you know he has the ability to make it nearly disappear from the senses of another Force user. You should know, because you can do the same. Merrin grew up without fear of having to hide her Force sensitivity, but you and Cal survived the Purge. You both have firm grasps of your thoughts and emotions projected through the Force. So in Cal, you found a kindred spirit that understands you better than almost any other person in the galaxy could. You’ve become more familiar with his presence than even your Master’s before the Purge.

But now, your brow furrows as you search for his Force presence over and over, pushing into every crevice of the surrounding environment without violating his privacy. You’re not mistaken. It’s gone, almost as if he has been turned into a droid before your eyes. Every living thing has a Force presence, no matter how minute. But Cal’s comforting whirl of light is gone, vanished as though he is no longer connected to the--

Cal’s eyes fly open and he sits forward with a quiet gasp. You jump. It’s worn off then. You secure his body with the Force, holding him loosely so as not to cause any lasting damage. You would have to tackle the Force connection problems later.

“I need you to focus.” He pushes against the bonds with a whimper, and you bite your lip as you struggle to hold him still.

“Cal!” Your Force bind tightens, and he stills with a grunt. “Talk to me. Fight through it.”

He shakes his head, eyes screwed shut. “Hurts.”

“What hurts?”

“Every-- ah! Everything. Can’t-- can’t th-think. Only thing-- makes it better… you.”

What? Your concentration lapses and the bonds loose. He lunges forward and buries his nose into your neck again, inhaling you as his hands scrabble at your clothes. “Hurts less with you. Smell so good--soft. Please?”

Stars, you can’t think straight with him touching you like this. You bite back a moan as his hands roughly squeeze your breasts through your shirt. Surely, it wouldn’t hurt to give in. Just for a little. Indulge, and then you can figure out a way back to the Mantis. Then Cal raises your shirt and licks a long stripe up your neck, and that’s all the convincing you need.

You melt into his mouth, your hands running under his shirt and harness. His chest is just as feverishly hot as his forehead, but you can’t bring yourself to care when he swings a leg over yours so he’s hovering over you, knees planted on either side of your body. His hands shove your shirt over your head before setting to work on the button of your pants. You raise your hips to allow him to pull your pants under your butt. Your own hands yank at his clothes, silently begging him to strip with you.

But he doesn’t. He kneels between your legs and pulls your underwear to the side, exposing your wet folds.

“Cal--!” You’re cut off as he drags his tongue over your pussy, flicking against your clit at the end. Your stomach muscles contract, and it’s all you can do to keep quiet as he licks deep into your core.

---

The world is blurred. It’s like something crawled into his head and messed with his brain, dragging his focus away from more important issues… he can’t seem to remember right now. He can’t even feel the Force. His connection is compromised, the colors of the world are off, and there’s this bone deep ache within his body urging him closer to you. And as he’s drinking in your taste, the pain subsides and he can breathe again.

What is this? What’s happening to him? It has to be the pollen, it has to be its effect on his body, that’s why he’s lost all control over his mind and self. It’s why he can’t hold himself back from your body and you.

You’re all he can focus on; you’re so beautiful writhing under him as he tastes you. He’s never done this before. He can’t figure out why he hasn’t done this sooner, because you taste amazing right now and how you sound as he slides his tongue through your folds is doing things to him that he’s never experienced before.

His hips are dragging against the floor unintentionally. The friction of his dick against the rough material of his pants is a small slice of heaven, and he whimpers at the pure electricity spreading down his spine. He doesn’t want this to end so soon, but his body is shoving him towards the edge of release and the relief he knows is going to come with it.

---

A moan keens high in the back of your throat as Cal’s mouth presses against your soaked core. It’s sloppy and clumsy, but Maker if he doesn’t make up for it with enthusiasm. The only sounds coming from him are tiny moans and grunts and you shudder as his fingers dig into the pillowy flesh of your thighs, leveraging them apart and holding them there firmly. Of their own will, your hips roll up into his face, chasing after his touch.

You’re completely unprepared for Cal to growl when you do so. His grip tightens, and you squeak as your thighs are spread even farther apart and his mouth completely envelopes your clit.

Is this what heaven feels like? You can barely manage coherent thought when his tongue is devastating you like this, but thequestion rotates around your lust dumb brain as your toes curl and your back arches. Your release rushes up and sweeps you away, your core clenching as waves of pleasure wash over your body. You hear Cal whine as you cum, and you hear your own moans as you ride out your orgasm.

---

Stars, why hadn’t he done this sooner? The sounds that he’s pulling out of you right now could make him come in his pants on the spot, and the taste of your release has him rutting against the ground all the more insistently as he chases his own high.

But he doesn’t want to come in his pants, he wants to be inside of you. He wants you, your body squeezing tight around him, to feel the wetness seeping around his tongue rather than tasting it, even if it tastes divine.

He grabs your hips and yanks you down so your crotch is flush to his. He nearly loses his mind when your soaked core meets the bulge in his pants. Fuck, he thought he could wait, but he can’t.

But--something is still off with the world’s coloring. Where is the Force? The comforting pressure is gone from the back of his mind, the constant reminder of balance that keeps him in tune with his emotions and surroundings. Panic edges around the perimeter of his mind. In an act of desperation, he reaches for the Force, searching for the whispers of memories that accompany his world. They’re gone. Where did they go?

You whisper his name again, and this time his eyes meet yours.

---

You watch Cal carefully. He’s flushed, trembling as he hovers over your body, hands bare centimeters away from your skin. His eyes are desperate, and you can feel the pain in them as clearly as if it was your own. A bead of sweat tracks down his temple to soak into the collar of his harness, and he fumbles to rip the rest of his clothing off, discarding it on the floor as though it burned against his flesh.

“Cal.” He looks back at you. “Take what you need.”

It’s all the permission he needs. Relief and something else flashes through his eyes before he looks back down and fumbles with his pants fastening. His cock is flushed dark red, and his hands tremble as he pulls it out of his pants, jaw clenched as he lines up with your entrance. He slides into you with a bone-deep sigh of relief, and you cry out at the stretch. Every inch sparks pure electricity up your spine, and your eyes roll back in your head. He bottoms out, and for a heart stopping moment you feel a connection to him you couldn’t describe in words. Your hips roll against his, grinding the head of his cock up against something heavenly. Light explodes behind your eyes at the movement, arching your back and curling your toes.

Cal chokes, a beautiful sound you’ve only heard a few times before; the one that sounds like its been pulled from the deepest parts of his being, like he’s just ascended to another plane above the physical. It’s gorgeous and so insanely hot you’re completely unprepared for his sudden movement when he lunges forward.

Cal’s hand shoots out and presses against your neck, effectively pinning your upper body to the hard ground. You inhale shakily through your nose, but his grip does nothing more than hold you. You can still breathe, but the pressure on your throat sends a shock of heat between your legs with the reminder of the control you just relinquished.

“Stop that.” His other arm slams onto the stone beside your head, and your eyes lock. Cal’s pupils are blown, so dark you can almost see your reflection in the dim light of the cave as he glares down at you.

He doesn’t give you time to respond before he drags his hips away from yours, inch by painstaking inch and rocks back into your body with an easy roll of his hips. He exhales gently as he bottoms back out inside of you, a low moan rumbling out of his throat when he reaches that same depth within your heat.

It’s the eye of a storm; a hurricane you hadn’t known you’d entered. He rocks back and forth again, only there’s fractionally more force and speed to the motion this time. Again, and your body shakes with the force. Another, and you have to bite your lip to stifle the scream when he slams back into your body. It’s like the tide, coming in gradually, but more and more with each passing moment. The force swells, each thrust pushing into you a little harder and making your body shake a little more with each thrust.

A shuddering groan rumbles out of him as he finds the rhythm. The hand not pressed delicately around your throat slams down on the rock next to your head. When you look up towards the cave ceiling, Cal’s flushed skin and tousled hair fills your vision.

His hair, which is usually swept out of his eyes. Cal’s hair has always been so well cared for, usually brushed and slicked back so it doesn’t dangle in his eyes. Now, it’s soaked with sweat and falling into his face as he stares down at you like you’re the only star in the sky.

---

Take what you need? Holy stars, he can barely think enough to comprehend it, but some inner part of him aches at the sentence.

As soon as he realized his heart jumped every time you smiled at something, or that his brain short circuited at the sound of your laugh, he’d sworn he would keep it under wraps. He’d promised himself he would wait until after the galaxy finishes imploding and collapsing around your heads. The first time he’d jerked off to the idea of your body, he vowed to satisfy himself with his hand until it was safe. He’d wait until after the holocron is safe and there’s nothing to worry about, because relationships are messy and complicated and--

Fuck, he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care about that promise, because how can he regret being balls deep in you while you’re whining and squirming underneath him, when you look at him with such trust even as he pins you to the floor by your throat? His eyes gravitate to the mark on your neck, red and irritated with the indent of his teeth, and he feels his cock twitch even as he continues to pound into you. He likes that.

The promise didn’t keep his eyes from wandering to your face at any opportunity. It didn’t prevent the pressure in his chest from growing over the weeks and months. It definitely didn’t keep Cere and Greez from noticing, and that was a conversation he would rather have scrubbed from his mind.

Take what you need. That one sentence is spinning his world on its metaphorical finger. Take what you need. As if he didn’t want it, but he needed to do it. In all honesty, it had really felt like he was going to die. The burning in his throat that caused the coughing fit, then the racing heart and the overheating; he thought he wasn’t going to make it unless he--

Well, unless he fucked you.

But even if he needs it, he wants it even more, had wanted it for too long. But everytime an opportunity presented itself, he pulled back. He remembers how he threw away the flowers he gathered on the mission instead of bringing them back to you on the Mantis. He remembers every time he denied spending time with you, because his emotions were too raw and close to the surface, and he couldn’t predict his control over his own tongue. Because he didn’t think he could have handled it if you didn’t want him back.

But you had offered to help. Maybe you’d wanted it too, because the whole galaxy could be shoving you in one direction and you would defy it. Nothing can make you do anything you didn’t want to, and that applies to Cal Kestis too.

---

Your orgasm swells up sharp and sudden, gripping you in its claws and shoving you into the attack of muscle spasms and searing pleasure that punches into your abdomen. Your body arches, accidentally hitting your head against the ground.

Cal’s rhythm stutters and his hips jerk forward. His hand leaves your throat as he drops to his forearms. His head drops down to press against yours gently, even as he whimpers and continues to grind forward into your soaking heat.

“Fuck.” Cal gasps, eyelids fluttering rapidly. “Fuck. ‘M gonna cum.”

There’s no time to respond before he’s drawing up and tensing against you. His hips piston in and out once, then he’s cumming and all you can do is lie there and take it. Fuck that’s hot.

You can feel him spilling into you, every warm spurt of cum and every twitch of his cock as he spends himself. Even better is the drawn out groan that trails into his upper register, ending in a tiny whimper. The tension drains out of his face and he sags down, sweaty skin pressed against yours. His arms wrap around your body and he hoists your limp body up as he rolls over. He sits against the wall of the cave, seating you on his lap, cock still firmly buried inside you.

You allow your head to sag back against his shoulder, relishing in the feeling of his body pressed so closely to yours. His hand paws weakly at the fabric of your shirt, and you raise your arms to slide it off. It’s better like this, skin to skin contact seems to calm him down. He buries his nose into your bare neck and mumbles something you can’t make out.

You nudge your head against his gently, “Hm?”

“Thank you.” His lips ghost over the delicate juncture between your neck and shoulder. “Thank you thank you thank you...” He continues to mutter the phrase into your skin, tickling your skin as he nuzzles closer to you.

You should say something. Confess, maybe, everything you’ve been hiding. “Cal, I--” You shift slightly, and something feels off. You furrow your brow and glance downwards at your joining point, “Cal are you still hard?”

He props his chin on your shoulder. “Uh--” He thrusts shallowly up into you, and you stifle a whimper. “Ye-yeah. Sorry?”

“N--” You gasp as his cock twitches. “No. Don’t be sorry. Do you need to go again?” Arousal stirs in your core again, burning a slow path through your nerves and reigniting the flames that had dulled to embers. Your breath catches in your chest and you grind your hips back into his.

“I--I think so.” His voice is strained and his breath comes in short gasps next to your ear. “Not-- not as-- as bad though.”

“That--ah!” Cal chooses that exact moment to pick a spot on your neck and latch on. He nips at the skin before soothing it with his tongue. His hands, roughened with callouses from his saber, climbing, and tinkering, scrape over your skin with just the right amount of friction. You bite your bottom lip. “That’s fine. Should I move?”

His hands find your hips and hold you firmly in place. That’s a no then. His hips rock up into yours gently, and you feel your cheeks warm at the wet sounds of your combined release. Cal grunts, “Let me.”

So you do. You lie back against his bare chest and just take what he gives you, whimpering whenever he brushes against that spot inside you that sends electricity up your spine. You’re gripping his arms so hard you’re sure he’s going to have bruises in the shape of your fingers.

---

Stars, you’re fucking perfect. Just lying here and giving yourself to him. He can feel the Force dimly, but it’s there. The pollen is leaving his system as he slowly fucks you on a cave floor in the middle of a dense forest while stormtroopers patrol outside.

You cry out with his next thrust, the head of his cock striking something inside of you that must feel good because you clench around him and--

Did you just come again?

The additional lubrication only increases the lewd squelch with every thrust, the mixture of his cum and yours only making sliding in and out of your channel easier. He can still feel the effects of the pollen at the back of his mind, and it keeps him hard and sensitive as he continues to fuck you.

He’s aware he should be at least a little worried about the implications, starting at the top with how he’s going to complete the mission and ending with what exactly fucking on a cave floor means for your relationship. Somewhere in the middle is the stormtroopers and the pollen, and the oath of the Jedi Order forbidding relationships. But he can’t grasp it.

Even if there are more pressing concerns, all he can do right now is continue pushing his hips up into your soaking core painstakingly slowly. He wants to enjoy this while he can, while he’s able to fool himself that you want him back. Unless…

---

The only solace you could find in the situation was that you could have Cal, even for these few short moments. Because as much as you may want to convince yourself, a tiny voice inside your head keeps whispering: it’s all the pollen. That’s the only reason why he wants you. And you force yourself to believe the voice, because it’s easier to block off any chance for pain and rejection.

But you know you’re in trouble the second Cal opens his mouth. The words are a harsh whisper, rasping out of his dry throat into your ear, “Beautiful. So gorgeous, giving me what I need, what I want.”

You arch against him and stifle the whimper rising in the back of your throat. His mouth is right next to your ear, so there isn’t anywhere for you to escape from the words that rumble into your brain; words you try to convince yourself are empty. You shove your hand against your mouth rather than allow any sound to escape.

He moans, “Want to do this again. Don’t want this to be just once.”

“Th--that--that’s the pollen talking.” You gasp when you feel his fingers graze over your clit, your own hand drifting back to latch into his hair.

Cal hisses when you tug with a little more strength than necessary, but he doesn’t tell you to stop. One hand supports your weight as he moves you up and down on his dick, the other rubbing little circles around your clit. His hips make up for the lost strength everytime they drive up into you at the lowest point of the rhythm, squelching with every thrust.

“Not--not the pollen. All you. All me.”

You blink, all temporarily forgotten when the words register in your hazy mind. “...What?”

“Wanted this. Wanted this for a while.” Cal finds your clit with his fingers, and you can’t prevent the way your legs jerk and your body seizes against his.

Fuck you’re going to cum. If the first orgasm was a flashfire, this one is a slowly simmering blaze. It creeps up slowly, burning a hole through your abdomen, curling around your ribs and inching down your legs. Your eyes roll back, and your head falls back against Cal’s shoulder.

“Cal. I--I thi--” You try to warn him, you really do. But words aren’t forming correctly right now, and it’s all you can do to hunker down and try to prepare yourself for this truly devastating crest that’s preparing to launch you over the edge.

If Cal gets your warning, he doesn’t show it. All he does is turn his head to the side, press a light kiss to your cheek, and groan, “I think I love you.”

Oh shit. Cal’s timing couldn’t have been more perfect if he planned it. Before you can respond, hell, before you can even begin to fucking process that last sentence, you’re coming hard. Maybe it’s the whiff of pollen you got earlier, or the fact that Cal is the one fucking you so sweetly and thoroughly, or the thrill of being mere steps away from discovery, or a combination of all of it, but this orgasm certainly feels like the most intense of your life.

Spasms ripple outward through your belly, curling you up in Cal’s lap as you ride out your high. Your legs straighten and your toes curl and you clamp down hard around Cal’s cock.

Cal shouts raggedly in your ear, pulling your body close. But even as you whimper and shake on the end of his cock, you remember that you can’t make too much sound.

As if he heard you, Cal burrows his face into your shoulder, his teeth once again finding a place in your skin to muffle his voice as he cums deep inside you once more. His body shakes as he spends himself again, the spasms slowly subsiding with every jerk of his hips into yours.

‘I did hear you.’ There’s a tinge of amusement to the nonexistent voice that echoes in your mind, and you relax back against Cal.

‘Feeling better?’ You nudge him back through the Force, revelling in the feeling of his colorful presence swirling around you once again. The pollen has worn off.

He doesn’t say anything in response, only pulls you close with his arms around you. His mind pushes at yours, and you let him in. You’ve done this a million times, usually on the tail end of nighttime panic attacks, but this time is different. This is the most loose he has ever been with his Force presence, and you allow it to fill the empty parts of your mind. Wait, he loves you?

He rushes over you in the same way the tide comes back to land, calming your fear at finally understanding the weight of his last confession. He’s relaxed, and the familiar energy has a new angle to it, a new emotion you hadn’t felt before in another’s Force signature. You grasp it gently, turning it over and admiring it in the eye of your mind. What is it?

The answer rushes to you just as Cal mutters against your skin, “Love.” The same thing you’d been feeling in the pit of your heart every time you looked at Cal, everytime he kept you safe from the nightmares in his arms and stayed with you until morning, every time you made him tea and did maintenance on his gear after a tough mission.

“I love you.”

You blink up at the ceiling of the rock cave, mouth open with the words just on the tip of your tongue. But they won’t come. The words are stuck in your throat, and try as you might, you can’t make yourself say them.

“Hey.” Cal whispers in your ear, and you shut your mouth. “You don’t have to say it back. But you know that I do, and I know a little of what’s going on up here.” His finger taps the side of your head lightly. "You don't have to figure out where to go from here. I'll navigate."

‘Thank you.’ You send the words through the Force, and he acknowledges them. Yeah, you're shit at knowing where to go when it comes to feelings. But at least with Cal, you won't have to worry about getting lost alone. You sit in peaceful silence for a few minutes, before a thought occurs to you.

“Cal.” His name is little more than a weak rasp off your tongue. You clear your throat and try again. “Cal.”

He grunts unintelligibly.

“Don’t bring that seed back to the Mantis.”

A/N: I will be the first to admit that this fic was hard, because I wanted to incorporate some previous feelings into this to make it less dubcon, and I didn't feel that all plot holes were filled. But that didn't make this any less enjoyable for me, and it was fun to explore a new facet of Cal's character.

Thanks for everyone who gave me inspiration and motivation to keep pushing this through the old brain up here. Smut isn't the easiest for me:)

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Music Genre: Rock | JJK

Characters: Gojo, Itadori, Megumi 

Warnings: cursing, suggestive content

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The first time you saw Gojo shirtless was during your first time being intimate with him.

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Gojo was just-perfect. You honestly couldn’t describe him any other way...yeah, he could sometimes be a pain in your ass with his boyish antics, but that somehow adds to that special charm he possesses. Even now, with his hands pinning yours above your head, lips molding into yours in a lustful heat, he was smiling as if he was having the time of his life. Gojo moved down from your lips, finally allowing you a second to breathe, instantly finding a spot on your neck, sucking and licking the skin as if his life depended on it. The sensation was overriding your system, your throat desperately trying to release a groan from the overwhelming sensation, intense heat traveling through your core. You felt him find the spot you were most sensitive in, that held back groan finally being stolen from your swollen lips. Embarrassment burst into your stomach, your knuckles tightening as you shifted to to the side, desperately trying to hide your face from making such a lewd reaction.

You felt Gojo chuckle against your skin, the vibration sending a shock wave throughout your spine and limbs. “Ah, Cmon doll, don’t be so shy,” he cooed, a devilish smirk encasing his features, “I like it when you make those little sounds for me.........and only me, right?” It was a taunt, a trap, and he knew it-if Gojo Satoru was anything, he was always confident in his abilities. And his ability to completely be able to control you, to keep you by his side, was no exception. Any other day, when you were thinking clearly you would Probabaly retort back with a back handed quip that would make him chuckle. But right now, with your head buzzing with adrenaline and only the thought of the way his skin felt against yours, his kisses burning into your flesh and the pulsating heat in your core...you just wanted him.

“Only you,” you whispered, voice wavering with nerves and adrenaline as your digits found the edge of his shirt, craving for more of his skin against yours. Gojo chuckled again, the sound warm and rich like molasses. Yet, his hand since again were on top of yours, now halting you in your pursuit of undressing him. “You really wanna do this doll? I’m not against it, not at all, but you dont have to-“

“I want to,” you interjected, face flushed with desperation, eyes wide with lust, “I want to so badly Gojo...I want you.” Gojo’s chest tightened at the words, a feral need exploding in his chest-god, the times he dreamed of this day and it’s finally happening...you were just too adorable, your hair tosseled from the heated make out sessions, lips puffy and skin so warm, your eyes practically begging him to devour you. How could he deny you that luxury, especially since you wanted it so much? He leaned in to your lips, digits tracing your skin in designs only he could imagine. He pulled away, mere centimeters from your skin. “You sure little one?” He asked again, using the nickname he gave you that always made you roll your eyes with a smile. It did just the trick, making you giggle at the name as you looked to the side-“I’ve always been ready, ya know.”

“Oh really?” He teased, that delicious smirk gracing his features. He leaned away from you, sitting up in the bed. “Well, I’m not too sure about that....” His digits wrapped around the hem of his shirt near his neck, pulling the fabric over his head and tossing it to the corner of his room. Gojo shook his hair out slightly, making the tendrils look even more chaotic than before. You felt your chest tighten by the sight of Gojo shirtless....you had imagined many times before, but seeing the real thing was way different, and way better. Gojo was built as perfectly as his personality, each muscle taught and visible in his abdomen and arms, the veins in his hand even more noticeable in the lighting. You gulped, staring at the way his sweatpants accentuated the dips of his hips, following down to the waist band of his boxers peaking out from his sweats.

Gojo noticed every gesture you made, loving how you drank in his form as he hovered over you. “Why don’t you take a picture-itll last longer,” he said as he leaned into your ear, earning a playful eye roll form you. He chuckled at your reaction, leaning back into your body, hands trailing the side of your waist. “Well if you’re not gonna take a picture....I don’t think it’s very fair that I’m the only one shirtless here....” your felt his digits find the hem of your shirt, teasingly tracing your skin under from underneath..

“So how about we change that, hm?”

The first time you saw Itadori shirtless it was by pure chance- He just cant seem to remember to bring a spare tshirt into the bathroom when he showers.

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Yuuji cant seem to understand why your so flustered- he is so adorable and innocently oblivious its almost painful. Especially when he comes out of the bathroom from a shower, cotton candy pink hair still dripping with water droplets, slick adomen in full view, the “V” of his hip bones partially exposed from the band of his sweatpants. You just wanted to have a chill movie night with your boyfriend-but how can you think about choosing between a horror or a comedy when you have that in front of you? You gulp down a ball of saliva as Itadori casually talked about the different options of films, rummaging through his drawers for a clean shirt as if this was all a normal event-which it was not. Your eyes were glued onto him, drinking in every deifned dip and curve and trying to hold yourself back from thinking about...other ways this cozy date could end up....

But Yuuji knows you like the back of his hand....he knows when something is wrong with you, and you most deinfitely are not your self right now. He instantly begins to ask you questions, voice softly laced with worry. You reassure him your fine, really, but Itadori knows you way too well. He gently raises your chin with his pointer and middle finger, forcing you to look into his eyes. Your breathe gets hitched in your throat, brain suddenly and unbelievebaly clouded from being so so close to him, now knowing that the boyfriend you love so dearly looks like a damn god under his clothing making your heart ram against your chest. His voice was comforting and warm, eyes scanning your face for any sign of sadness or even maybe sickness. 

“Whats on your mind?” he asks gently, trying to coax a response out of you so he can put his worries at ease....until he hears the words “your abs”, blurt out of your mouth at warp speed, your tone dazed and then immediately embarrassed, horror on your face for saying soemthing so honest. He blinks a few times, clearly not expecting that to come from you....but he would be lying if he didnt say he enjoyed it once it set in. A warm chuckle tumbles out of Itadori, that bright boyish grin plastered on his face. He really didnt mean to make you so flustered,..but he’s not complaining

The first time you saw Megumi shirtless was by force-he just hates being taken care of when he’s hurt.

Crimson red clumped against Megumi’s face, sticky and smeared glimpses of his pale skin glowing under the moonlight. His hair was matted down to his face from the slashes oozing out of his head, suit was slashed to bits, his ribs were killing him, and he had a limp on his left leg...but he was fine-honestly. Or that’s what he was trying to tell you...but you wouldn’t listen to a single second of the bull crap he was trying feed you. He was conflicted with emotions-on one hand, it almost annoyed him how utterly selfless you could be for him. It was 1am, the moon on its highest peak in the sky, and you were willing to play nurse for him....but on the other, it warmed him up inside that you did care so much. If he would allow himself to dwell on that emotion, he would admit-that it was .... nice....to have someone take care of him for once. He was used to bandaging each wound on his own, cleaning and disinfecting the soon to be battle scars, hissing to the walls at the pain it caused him. But with you there, you were soft, so gentle with him. Your touch was like a second adrenaline rush for him-you had yourself cradled in his lap, the skin of your thighs barely crazing his tattered uniform. Hands gently positioning his hair, pushing the wispy jet black strands away from the wounds.

“I can do this on my own,” he retorted quietly, his voice a few octaves lower from fatigue. “I bet you could..” you completely ignored him, continuing to busy yourself with closing a scrape on his skin with butterfly bandages. “-but why would I let you?” Megumi felt his breath hitch, taking a sharp breath in....any type of annoyance he felt with you being so god damn persistent instantly left his body, the only thing he can focus on was how much he loved your selfless nature-even if it could be annoying at times. But the instant he took in that deep breath, he felt a deep, guttural pain in his side, making him groan before he could stop it from spilling out of his mouth. That soft gaze you had turned to worry, your hands wrapping around his face, thumbs running smooth circles on his pale skin. “Your hurt....we’re going to need to-“

“N-no, I-“Megumi stuttered out, obviously flustered by the prospect of you seeing him so bare. “I-I’m fine. I can do this on my-“ his voice was stern and cold, yet the wavering tone made any attempt of sounding firm go invalid. You gave him a small smile, your fingers still running circles against his skin, making him look at you with nervous eyes. “Megumi, you are not fine,” you stated calmly, with eyes that simply said the opposite-you were genuinely worried for him. “please...you could have broken a rib, or done soemthing to cause a lot of damage...please, Megumi, I don’t want you to be in pain anymore.” You were asking him, pleading with him, and it broke Megumi in his core-he just couldn’t stand to see you look that scared for him of all people. Megumi sighed, eyes drifting down to the floor in hopes you couldn’t see his embarrassment as he gave in to you.

You helped Megumi shuffle out of his uniform, opting to cut it with some scissors halfway (as it was tattered to shreds already). Both of you were quite nervous...in your relationship, you had never down anything that would warrant for you to see each other’s body’s. So you being able to see him without a shirt felt like a huge step, even if it wasn’t such a big deal to an outsider. Once the fabric was finally off, you both sat in silence, your minds reeling. You knew Megumi was fit, but seeing exactly how much that work paid off brought heat flooding your body, your eyes focused on the way his breath contracted and relaxed his muscles, the moonlight catching the divots of his lower abdomen deliciously. Pale white Scars littered his skin from training, making his body even more mysterious to look at. Each scar was a story, some sort of battle, a lesson he had to learn...you wanted to learn about each and every one. Your hand felt drawn to them, digits slowly checking for signs of bruising, purposefully tracing those scars in order to burn them to memory. Fushigori was practically panicking, desperately trying to keep his heartrate lowered, the cool night air biting at his heated skin as your digits traced against his sides. You were only trying to detect the spots that could be damaged on his abdomen...but damn was it firing something inside him. He was feeling more comfortable like this, just relishing the feeling of your skin on his.

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a/n: this is for @jream-23 !! thank you for the request shawty🥰 it was very fun to write!

summary: your hair covers most of your face, and seeing it for the first time blinds hanta and katsuki in their short moment of clarity.

Sero’s hair, a jet black mullet that went to the base of his neck and the tips of his ears, was almost as distinguishable as his elbows. However, your hair, full enough to cover most of your face, very easily puts his to shame. It was ironically fitting for their band, so no one asked many questions concerning it. The hero in training strums his pick against the strings of his electric guitar once, twice, three times before deciding he’s happy with the way it sounds. An explosive blond with an even more explosive attitude shifts in his seat, a leather stool that stays with his drum set. There’s a thin layer of sweat clamming up his skin, but he pays it no mind as he rises from his seat and places his drumsticks down.

They had a band- shared with you, Kaminari, Mina, and Kirishima- that strictly produced covers of their favorite songs. It wasn’t anything big, just something to pass the time. Just something to remind them that they were kids. That it’s okay to be kids. And that was enough for them.

“Where’d your boyfriend go?” Sero teases, the tips of his ears shifting into a complementary shade of pink before he can even fully get the sentence out. The truth is, they both liked you. You were fun to be around, you balanced them out. There was something about you that made their mouths run dry, made their faces flare up as if they were sitting in a sauna; there was something about you that made Sero’s leg bounce just as fast as his heart when he saw you. Katsuki noticed it first, even whilst he lay in the midst of his own contraption of adoration for you.

“My boyf-? You idiot!” The blond shouts, his shoulders raising up to his ears as he clenches his fist and demands Hanta “shut his trap.” Katsuki doesn't blush, but he does leave the secluded area of the gym before anyone could get a good look at his face. Sero follows behind him, mirroring his footsteps until the duo makes their way back into the common room. He’s cackling the whole way there, teasing the boy with vermillion eyes until he explodes in his face. Literally.

The bickering is squashed before it could even think of coming back up again the moment they actually look in the room. You look incredibly comfortable sitting on the couch, your cheek squished against the pressure of your palm. That’s not what has them gawking though. The two always knew you were handsome. From the moment Kirishima introduced you to the group, they knew you’d have their hearts squeezed between your fists. It was scary, liking someone you haven’t even seen the face of so much. Then again, they fell in love with your personality, and looks were just extra toppings on the cake.

Buckets full. Your hair was pushed back, and there weren’t even words that could truly describe you. At first, it was hard to believe it was even you. There was reoccurring warmth that spread from their chests to the entirety of their bodies, it seeped out through Sero’s toothy smile and Bakugo’s hard eyes. You had never seen them so bright. It was only closest compared to a moth that found light after years of solitude and darkness. Though they were young, it was still easy to place this emotion. It was overwhelming, it festered and grew in the earliest hours of the morning to the latest hours of the night. But they knew what it was, they knew what it felt like. The happiness, attraction, undeniable pull that lead them back to you could only be engraved in their minds as love.

In simpler terms it was a big, fat crush. It was completely, utterly, and indubitably certain. It was unwavering, the embodiment of sticks and stones.

The way you greet them is so undeniably you. They’d never noticed before, but with hair out of your face you look a lot more kissable. Perhaps they’re moving too fast, thinking too far into their future, but they’d be damned if they couldn’t at least imagine it. There was no such thing as moving too fast when you already crashed from falling head over heels in the first place. They act as if there isn’t anything worming its way into their chests, eating away at their brains and replacing it with thoughts of you or thoughts of your face. Hanta grins, throwing himself down next to you while Katsuki buries his burning hands into his pockets. They’re fucked.

“You could’ve practiced with us.” Sero says, placing all of his weight on the arm of the couch. He has to shimmy to really get comfortable, but seeing as his grin never falters, it wasn’t much of a hassle. It was an invitation, like most things he said to you were. He wanted to spend time with you, what’s so bad about that?

“You’re taking up all the space! Get your feet off the table!” Bakugo growls, pushing Hanta’s legs off the coffee table in front of you. Even though he’s reprimanding Sero for taking up too much space, he sits on your right side, which has nothing to do with where the tape-centric hero sits. It was a habit to make room for him nonetheless. Sero wants to pretend to yawn. He wants to make a move that involves putting his arm around your shoulder that is so horribly cliché. He wants you to make fun of him for it, to have Katsuki join in your teasing, but to ultimately embrace each other anyway.

In Bakugo’s head, it’s a bit different. He wants to make you laugh so he can grunt into his hand while Sero scrambles to add onto his ‘unintentional’ joke. He wants to feel your eyes on his as he pretends to be disinterested in whatever you’re talking about. But he always listens, and he always will. He wants to tell you to cut the bullshit, to just say if you’re willing to date them or not. He’s Katsuki Bakugou, the future number one hero. If he wants something, he gets it. If he wants to say something, he says it.

“Date us already, hairball!” He watches your face morph into surprise while Sero laughs at how characteristically blunt he is. He wishes his mullet were longer, it would’ve covered his strawberry red cheeks right now. Bakugou doesn’t have time to worry if he said something wrong. If he had, Sero wouldn’t be laughing. If he had, he’dve beat himself up for it before he could even say it out loud. “You gonna answer me or what?!”

“Are you for real?! Give him a second!” The blunt, honest truth was that you didn’t know they even liked you. You spent countless nights pining over boys who felt the same exact way. Happiness prances around your stomach and slow dances around your heart. You didn’t need a minute, you didn’t need a second. You already knew what you wanted to say. You liked them just as much as they liked you, and that was abundantly clear.

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Oooohh for the NSFW prompts, I'm hesitating between 23 or 48 for Donnie (with a female reader), which are two different moods 😂 Whatever floats your boat 💜

Friend I adore what you provide us with on the daily so I’m gonna do both for you 🖤

I can make this shit work.

"Are you asking me to fuck you stupid right here?"

"I wanna take my time with you tonight."

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"I wanna take my time with you tonight."

That had been his message when he had told you that he was on his way. Whenever Donatello wanted to ‘take his time’ with you, you knew far to well that it would be a delicious frustrating night ahead for you. The tall terrapin had something that many of your past suitors did not, copious amounts of patience.

For lack of a better term, he was a fucking tease. He lived to wind you up too tight and taut you’d be a babbling begging mess in no time. It was half the fun for him, the other half was purely watching you come apart thanks to him. It wasn’t about chasing his own pleasure, he got his fill by giving you yours. You had stricken gold with him nevertheless.

True to his words he had taken his time.

He had taken his god damn sweet ass fucking time.

Donnie had written every numerical equation with his tongue in between your legs and then he planned to write more just to see how far he could take you before something like Latin started dripping out of your mouth. The heat that had broken out on your skin was a testament to your own desire to prove him wrong. You had white knuckled the sheets to the point of pain, you had squished his head with your thighs in such a way you were sure he must have a headache by now.

He only led up for a few seconds whenever he caught your hands pushing his face further into your folds. Chanting how close you were, how close you were to cumin and just as you felt that band at its breaking point, he would seize all movement of his tongue.

Donnie had the fucking audacity to chuckle against your thighs when you felt actually close to sobbing. You sought out his mouth by lifting your hips, enticing and lulling him with your scent but he was drunk enough on it. Being wrapped up in your taste, your desire staining your inner thighs and his chin. A tentative poke of his tongue on your overheated and engorged clit only proved to shock you. For a brief second he felt the need to test out a theory that with just poking his tongue he could probably unravel you into pieces.

Your sweaty face found his brown orbs, staring up at you with every intention to drive you crazy. As he stuck his tongue out, a long and slow languid lick, you felt your pride and resolve shattering. It was there, in the sweat that beaded down down your neck and onto your breast.

He had to be suffering, right?

He couldn’t just hold off this much?

Even he had to want to bury himself and forget all logical thought and chase his own desire within your heat...

Right?

When Donnie pulled back you were ready to legitimately cry your thanks. You were ready to swallow every last bit of pride and praise him to such an extent that he would only need to pay his thanks back by finishing you off. You ran your hands up his long torso, enjoying the way he tensed up with desire. His member had been steadily leaking by the looks and feel of it, it rested just at your navel, close enough for you to grip it and slide him in home.

Your chest heaved, each greedy intake of air making your breast sway enticingly for him. His churr was evidence enough, as he examined the wreck he had turned you into with some patience and his mouth. He leaned down and licked in between your breasts, pressing his face onto sweaty and heated flesh. Maybe his patience is running thin, maybe it’s the chance to get him to give into those baser needs.

“Mhm, come on” You lift your hips rhythmically, each sway making his length slide in between your lips, each movement making him coated with your juices. For a few seconds you have him trapped, eyes closed and hips following your hypnotic moves. Donnie’s eyes flutter open, large fingers gripping your hips and stalling your movements.

“Aren’t we sneaky” He smiles.

You feel your body tremble, you have never craved release this bad, so much so that you feel you can throw a tantrum over it. Smacking your hands on his chest you whine and the bastard smirked.

“Donnie if you don’t fuck me this very moment I’m going to explode, I’m going to fucking go mad” You clasp your hands behind his neck, urgency and need in your eyes and voice. He chuckled, the absolute bastard just chucked.

“I’m begging you! Please fuck me!” You pull him down, and kiss him feverishly, so much so you can taste yourself perfectly. It only serves for more heat to spread through your already hot skin. You let go of his lips with every intention to find your release and push him towards his own.

Turning onto your stomach you lift your bottom and feel a gutural noise travel out of his throat. Donnie’s hands land on your rear and lower back. “Please please please” You chant, pushing your thighs together for friction. You reach back to grip his hand and urge it towards your hair. “I wanna feel you so bad, please Donnie I don’t know how else to fucking say it, fuck me” You moan when he grips a chunk of your locks, hips pressed forward.

"Are you asking me to fuck you stupid right here?" You’re pushing back against him, the heaviness of his cock making your eyes roll back with anticipation. “Fuck me stupid please!” You don’t care, to hell with pride.

To hell with it. You feel your eyes water in relief when he pushes into you, it’s so easy with how absurdly wet you are and that mere fact makes Donnie mumble out ‘fucking hell’ so softly you’re sure he tried to swallow it. The genius is lost, high on the sensation of how you flex and grip him, that first slap is so wet sounding that Donnie’s hips stutter. He’s made this mess of you, and no matter how many times he manages to do so, it never stops amazing him. He keeps your rear up even if your thighs are trembling, later he’ll be upset about bruising you but right now he likes the contrast of his hands on your flesh, squeezing and pulling.

“Such a perfect, good girl” He enunciates each praise with a slam of his hips. You’re babbling already, honestly you don’t care, complete embarrassing nonsense could leave your mouth if it meant he could keep this up. Donnie marvels at the site before him, he’s always enjoyed the contrast in size, the way his dark length disappears in your pink folds, how perfectly he stretches it.

He pushes you down on the bed, thrust getting quicker, messier and harder. He keeps most of his weight off of you by supporting himself on his forearms, but the proximity is perfect for you. The burn of his plastron rubbing against you makes you moan. Your fingers wiggle towards him and he understands, he wraps a forearm around your neck and it hits you.

Your release crashes in and around you, so hard your barely able to make a proper sound. Donnie knows you’re cumin by how impossible tight you get, so much so you almost push him out with how ridiculously wet you are. A mixture of an inhale and a sob leave you. “That’s my fucking girl” Donnie groans into your hair, unrelenting pace not letting up.

When he buries himself with one final thrust you feel the intensity of his orgasm, each rope making your toes curl. It’s enough to almost nudge another surge of need from you. He’s churring so much, so deeply it makes your hot skin breakout in goosebumps. Gusts of warm air hit the back of your neck as Donnie tries to find the on switch in his brain after that, he’s panting and doesn’t want to collapse on you.

It’s scattered there on your neck,

‘I love you so much’

It’s mumbled onto your moist pillow,

‘I love you too’