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frenchkisstheabyss · 4 months

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♡ Housewarming (1) ♡

♡ Pairing: fiance!yeosang x chubby!fem!reader, best friend!hongjoong, best friend!seonghwa, best friend!wooyoung

♡ Genre: smut/angst

♡ Summary: A quiet afternoon tending to your garden gets complicated when your fiance's best friends stop by for an unexpected visit. Noticing his friends have become a bit too distracted by the dress that you're wearing, Yeosang finds himself getting jealous and has to remind you exactly who you belong to.

♡ Word Count: 1.5k

♡ Warnings: dom Yeosang vibes, hair pulling, leg riding, roughness, pet names, jealousy, possessiveness, admiratioin for your plus sized body, the other members are into reader & she's oblivious, voyeurism, & I think that's all

♡ A/N: I wrote this for all of my sweet baby darlings who are Yeosang biased because I never see any Yeosang smut really and, like, I wanna do my part to add to the spicy Yeo library. Also, as my title implies, there's gonna be a part two where there shall be cockwarming and banging, more possessiveness, in front of his friends. Ya know, fun stuff.

♡ Part Two Here

Kang Yeosang isn’t a jealous man but you can’t blame him for being a little territorial when his friends are over and you’re walking around dressed the way that you are. In your defense, you had no idea they would even be here. Your official housewarming party isn’t for another week but the boys decided to surprise their best friend by flying in sooner.

You were in the backyard tending to your new flower garden when you heard the doorbell ring. It being the hottest day of the summer so far, you’d simply thrown on your comfiest sundress this morning—no bra, no panties because you are at home afterall—and gone on about your day not thinking much of it.

You’d forgotten what you had on altogether by the time you found yourself hurrying into the house to make drinks and whip up some snacks for them while they settled in. As far as you were concerned, the guys treated you the same as they always did.

Wooyoung gossiped with you about all of the dating drama that you missed out on, making double sure to spill every detail. Seonghwa talked to you about the song you suggested to him a few weeks back that you know he lowkey hated but pretends to like anyway. Hongjoong asked you questions about who’d be decorating the house, not so subtly hinting that you’re in desperate need of his assistance.

It all felt so normal that you hadn’t noticed their gazes drifting to your plunging neckline each time you leaned over to pass them a plate. Without a bra your plush breasts sit beautifully on your chest in their natural state, bouncing as they wish at even the slightest of movements.

“Sweetie, you were working on your flowers weren’t you? Shouldn’t you get back?” Yeosang asked, noticing Hongjoong’s eyes lingering on your cleavage a second too long.

You were too busy laughing with Woo to notice your fiance’s attempt at getting rid of you. “Yeo, baby, it’s fine. The flowers can wait” you reassured him, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before jumping right back in with Woo.

Hongjoong immediately pulled Yeosang into another conversation, redirecting his attention long enough for him to question if he was overreacting after all. But now, as they watch you clear the table, struggling to redirect their thoughts as the bottom of your dress rises more with every trip you make to the kitchen, Yeosang knows for a fact he isn’t crazy.

On your final trip back, the pleated fabric inches high enough to reveal soft thighs that kiss each other with every step. Any higher and they’ll catch a glimpse of that cute ass you’ve been sitting on all day but Yeosang’s behind you before they get the pleasure.

Humming a song to yourself, the same one you suggested to Seonghwa, you make your way back towards the kitchen, plates in hand. You’re completely oblivious to Yeosang trailing behind you until you find yourself being swung around, wedged between your fiance and the closet door.

“Oh my god, you scared me!” you giggle, resting your hand on his chest as you catch your breath. Even through his shirt his chest muscles are well defined, smooth as marble yet soft enough to cuddle up to all day. His face is usually the same, delicate and strong, handsome and beautiful, but the only thing he looks to be now is irritated.

“Are you doing this on purpose?” he asks, tugging your dress down to cover your thighs. Caught off guard by his roughness, you nearly drop the plates, “Doing what? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” His hands glide up your body, palms smoothing over the fullness of your curves.

All of the blood in his body rushes to his cock, causing him to temporarily forget what he was even mad at. Your body doesn’t just look good, it feels good, and, if he’s being honest with himself, he’s been watching you as much as his friends have.

“Walking around the house dressed like this” he says, pinning you harder to the wall, “Do you want them to look at you? You want the attention? Is that it?”

“Yeosang, you can’t be…” you begin to say but stop when his tense expression doesn’t break. No need to question if he's seriously upset, it's written all over him. Fair enough. You should’ve been more self aware but to accuse you of doing it on purpose? That’s insanity. And so you decide, since he gets to say whatever he wants, you do too.

“You know what? Maybe I did do it on purpose just to make you jealous” you whisper, flashing him your sweetest smile, “Did it work? Are you jealous, baby?”

Yeosang’s jaw clenches, his hands forming into fists around the cotton of your dress. He’s radiating an anger you’ve never seen in him before. An anger intense enough to paralyze you in his presence. But you aren’t frightened by him. Feeling his knee slide between your legs, his bulge hard against your thigh, your heart begins to thump loud enough that it’s all you can hear.

Yeosang raises his knee up high enough to meet your core and you shiver at the contact. “It worked. I’m very very jealous” he admits, teasing your lips with his, “I’m jealous a lot more often than you think but I mean, look at you.” Controlling his strength, he presses you down onto his knee, rocking your pussy back and forth along his thigh.

Your body’s immediately overtaken by how amazing the friction feels, your juices swiftly moistening his pants enough that you glide over them with ease. His lips finally meet yours, his tongue slipping inside as you let out low, sweet moans only he can hear. He changes the angle, tilting you forward so that your breasts spill ever so slightly out of your shirt and the sensitive tip of your clit is exposed to him that much more.

“Yeosang, please, I can’t…I can’t hold these much longer” you whine, the trembling of your body causing the plates to clink around in your hand.

“Aww but you look so fucking pretty like this” he pouts, building up speed, the straining of his cock against his zipper driving him mad. It takes every bit of restraint he has not to bend you over and fuck you in this hallway—just the thought of feeling you clench around him has arousal dripping from his cock—but he has something else planned for you.

There’s a tingling behind your belly, a pressure too perfect to be deprived of. Yeosang doesn’t need to guide you anymore. You’re mindlessly riding his leg, lids growing heavier the closer you get to that moment of pure euphoria. Your hips stutter and your head falls forward into his chest, one hand holding onto his biceps for dear life.

“Is my baby ready to come? Gonna come on my leg with my friends right there? Hmm?” he coos, grabbing you by the hair and pulling your head back to see your face. Your eyes are glossy, lips parted gasping for air, stiffened nipples falling out of your dress. He kisses under your chin, licking his way back up to your lips to feel your breath meet his.

You’re so close, your muscles like a rubber band being stretched tighter and tighter. You can’t speak, only whimper—moan—whine in desperation. “Look at me” he commands, softly at first. When you don’t, your mind too far gone to even process basic thought, he pulls your hair harder. “I said look at me” he repeats, the deepness of his voice rocking you to your core.

You lock eyes with him and everything falls apart. The dishes crash to the floor, both of your hands cling to his arms, and you’re coming all over his leg. “Who do you belong to?” he asks, glowing with pride at what he’s done to you.

“Y-you, Yeosang” you struggle to get out between moans.

“Fuck, that sounds so good. Say it again.”

“You! I belong to you!”

Yeosang loosens his grip on your hair, allowing your body to relax a bit. Fixing your dress for you, he kisses you passionately, “Good girl. I never want you to forget that.” He steps away from you just in time for the appearance of his friends at the end of the hall. He drops to his knees, gathering the dishes as if nothing ever happened.

“Hey, uh, is everything good down there?” Seonghwa asks, eyeing you both suspiciously. You refuse to answer, you couldn’t if you wanted to, but still do your best to keep yourself upright. Yeosang hands you the plates, smiling innocently at his friends, “No worries. Everything’s fine.”

Wooyoung stirs a straw around in his drink, contemplating if he believes him or not. He doesn’t. “I feel like that’s not true” Woo says but there’s no time to investigate. You scurry off towards the kitchen, still reeling from your orgasm, before anyone can notice the state of you.

"Baby, when you’re done can you come into the living room?” Yeosang calls out to you politely, “I wanna…show you something.”

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hannieehaee · 6 months

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Hi :) can you please make a svt reaction about their gf receiving tons of love confessions on a daily basis ? <3

you receiving love confessions from other people

content: established relationship, some jealousy is involved, gender neutral reader, etc.

wc: 1011

a/n: hiii thank u for requesting i loved this concept hehe <3

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seungcheol -

he wouldnt want to show it, but he'd become a little territorial whenever you told him about yet another person inquiring about your relationship status. although he would be confident in your relationship, he would still feel annoyed at knowing so many people thought they even had a chance with you. his jealousy would only manifest in pouts and whines in complaint, but he would sometimes get sulky about it for a while.

jeonghan -

would somehow tease you about it. would also laugh at the mere idea of anyone else thinking they could ever have a chance with you. he'd be wayyy overconfident about how much you liked him (with good reason), so he would constantly bring up how obsessed with him you must be to constantly turn a blind eye to every single one of your suitors in favor of being with him instead.

joshua -

mostly amused. he knew from the moment he met you that you must get a lot of attention (i mean, you did get his undivided attention upon the first glance), so he wouldnt be surprised if that was still the case even while you were in a relationship with him. he wouldnt see any harm in it, simply chuckling in amusement whenever someone would attempt to get with you, knowing you were already happily spoken for.

jun -

he understood why it happened, he just wasnt a fan. he's not a jealous guy, but he also doesnt enjoy watching people try and flirt with you any time he's away from your side for more than five seconds. he'd express his discomfort to you in the form of whines and pouts, choosing to stick to you like glue in order to prevent people believing you werent spoken for. he'd ask you to never let him know if people hit on you while he wasnt around. he'd know it happened, but he'd choose to live in denial.

soonyoung -

idk how to explain this properly but he would get so touchy and clingy if he ever sensed anyone showing any type of non-platonic interest towards you. he's not possessive per say, but he would get sulky if he sensed anyone even thinking of you in a way that was anything more than friendly. knowing you got confessions on a daily basis would have him attached to your hip 24/7 to 'subtly' let people know you were taken.

wonwoo -

wouldn't really think much of it. he's always been a bit of a heartthrob himself (i mean, he was known around his neighborhood for being handsome ..), so he would shrug off the constant attention you got in the same way he shrugged off the attention he's always gotten. he would feel some pride at knowing how strong your feelings were for one another to never consider even looking at anyone else.

jihoon -

if you told him you had gotten a few confessions here and there, he would shrug it off and reason it was only to be expected since you were such a catch. however, if he were ever to actually see someone confess or hit on you while he was present, he would scoff and get immediately frustrated at the sight. he's a lowkey guy, so he wouldnt cause a scene or anything, but his jealousy would easily begin to show. he'd need reassurance from you to go back to his calm self, but would now become touchier as if to show dominance.

seokmin -

he would be one of the many people sending you love confessions on the daily. ok, not really (since he already had you all to himself), but he knew how gorgeous and likable you were, so he couldnt bring himself to blame anyone who showed interest in you. would even relish in knowing other people saw all the charms you had to offer.

mingyu -

too busy warding off all the love confessions heading his way to even realize you were kind of in the same boat. he's wanted by everyone (re: that video from nana tour where the lady literally stops in her tracks to check him out) and he gets attention constantly (re: the million times in which random ppl in nana tour struck convo with him), so be assured that this man understands the struggle and would absolutely not pay it any mind.

minghao -

would find it amusing how other people thought you'd ever even give them the time of day when you had him. he was extremely secure of your relationship, so be would never feel threatened at you having many options for a partner. he'd even feel a bit cocky knowing he was the one and only person you wanted.

seungkwan -

a little bit peeved by it. not jealous or anything like that (he's super confident in your relationship), but more so annoyed that other people would dare look past your boyfriend (him; boo seungkwan; vocalist of boy group seventeen), and still try and shoot their shot. would straight up mock anyone who dared even consider trying to express their interest towards you (behind their backs, but still!).

vernon -

you got another person stopping you in the street to ask for your number? cool. he wouldnt really mind it. i mean, he knows you're hot and funny and likable and basically possess every good quality in the world, so why should he be surprised that other people are aware of that too? would be completely chill about it and even ask you to keep him updated on any instance in which someone tried to hit on you (for entertainment reasons, of course).

chan -

maybe a teeny tiny bit jealous at seeing the fourth person today try and charm your number out of you (despite chan being right there!!). he knew you were an absolute catch, but it still threw him off a bit whenever other people would acknowledge that fact. would need a bit of reassurance from you to feel less bugged by it and would eventually even make the whole thing into an inside joke between the two of you.

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voltronisanobsession · 9 months

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Hii, I hope you are having a good day or night! I've recently read your platonic yandere voltron things. And I was wondering if you would make some more headcanons? Or stories with platonic yandere? Here are some ideas you could write either a few headcanons or a story about, for if you have low inspiration. Kidnapped reader with platonic yandere voltron, maybe by an alien species who wanted to help the reader? How would the team react? What would they do? Or maybe the reader get really sick which isn't easily cured cue the panic from the team? Again, just so you know I really like your work! So keep up the good work, and thank you for making your works in the first place! Take good care of yourself, and stay hydrated!

Yandere Voltron’s Reaction to Reader being Taken

O M G DONT EVEN PLAY WITH ME RNNNN!!!! I absolutely LOVE yandere voltron like they’re so fun to write for🤞😜 I love the idea of the group just going crazy if reader were to escape UGHH

tysm pookie, take care of yourself too and ENJOY THIISSSS

OK YOU JUST SPURRED IDEAS INTO MY HEAD

I can already imagine the group going crazy when reader suddenly gets swept up right from their grasp out of nowhere by some random spaceship

I know you said some kind of an alien species taking reader but hear me out

It’s LOTOR AND HIS LITTLE GROUPIES OOOOO

It’s painfully obvious that you’re the real star in voltron seeing as how possessive and protective they are of you, hiding you away whenever danger is nearby

So it only makes sense to Lotor to just kidnap you as leverage for his plans

Little did he know that you would be THANKING him for taking you away from the group lmao😭

Imagine your tied up and homeboys getting ready to explain his super mastermind plan to you when all of a sudden you start rambling about how good it feels to be away from them

“Nothing personal, you were the only thing holding that sad excuse of a team together, so I needed you out of the picture for now.” Cue smirk

“UGH THANK GOD! I was literally starting to lose my mind in there, you have no IDEA how needy they all are.”

Now cue a dumbfounded Lotor

He was not expecting reader to be so relaxed considering how he just snatched you up out of nowhere

You’re just chilling while looking around his ship, maybe making conversation with his generals

You finally get a break from the constant attention and possessiveness, ANYTHING is better than being around the group

While you’re happily talking your voice away with Lotor a group, everyone in the castle is freaking the fuck out

It’s bad enough that they let you slip away from their grasp, it’s worse knowing it was Lotor who took you away💀

We all know how Lance feels about Lotor so I think he would have one of the more extreme reactions to you being taken away

Probably starts pointing fingers and starts blaming everyone for not being able to keep you safe

Lowkey begins targeting Keith because it’s somehow always his fault when something goes wrong💀💀

Lance might even starting crying and wailing out for you with Hunk when the situation finally hits him

Keith is also another one to have a more violent outburst during and after your disappearance

He’s someone I see with strong emotions that he doesn’t know how to handle yet so we already know how he might act

Agitated? Yes. Scared? For you, yeah. Furious? Oh honey absolutely.

Keith might have almost caught you too, but he didn’t. He’s so angry with everything and mostly himself that’s he’s pushing everyone else’s buttons, trying to convince the group that the only right choice is immediately going after you

He’s too anxious now that you’re not in his line of sight, making him kinda desperate to get you back again

Hear me out but I think the calmest ones would PROBABLY be Shiro and Pidge

Now I’m not saying that they’re CALM but they have the nerves mostly in tact

They’re already trying to locate where you are with the secret tracker that have on you so it doesn’t really benefit them to try and blame someone for what happened to you

Pidge’s hands shake while she’s working her whizz tho. She has to type, erase, and retype every now and then because of how nervous and anxious she is

She’s so used to having you around that now her brain can’t function properly without you

She doesn’t want to lose you like how she lost her brother and father so Pidge is trying her best to have a one track mind

Shiro on the other hand is more level headed

He really does try to calm the group down as best as he could but with Lance and Hunk crying, Keith yelling at them to get up and do something, Pidge taking a long time to track you down, and Allura and Coran seemingly in an entire different universe, he can’t help but feel the pressure of this disaster falling on his shoulders

This man is ready to just end Lotor when they find him like I’m not even joking

Everyone is getting on this man’s nerves and knowing that you’re trapped with Voltrons enemy doesn’t really make him feel any better

Hunk might even strike fear into Shiro while he’s babbling on about if you’re hurt or not, if they’re torturing you to get any information out of you etc

Poor Hunk is a flood gate at this point. One moment you’re right next to him and the next you’re not

He’s having a complete meltdown in a corner, maybe trying to comfort himself with a small picture of a selfie you both took together

This dude is already imagining all these terrible scenarios you could possibly be in which makes him feel even more terrible

Quite literally feels like he’s gonna throw up now when he begins thinking about how he’ll never see you again

Allura and Coran are surprising quite and calm during all this

They’d keep to themselves but know that they’re going through some extreme inner turmoil

It’s kind of like Allura disconnected herself from the world ever since you’ve been taken

Her skin itches to run out and grab a pod to find you herself but she knows it’s a brash idea

The only thing she does is mull over the idea of making Lotor regret messing with Voltron

BUT TO MAKE A LONG STORY SHORTT

They are willing to do anything to get you back, not caring for the description they’ll leave along the way

The longer your gone the less control and stability they’ll have as a group

Desperate and irrational are some words to describe them during your being away from them

They will stop at nothing to have you back with them, some more destructive and violent than others

No one holds back when getting you back from Lotor, leaving his ships wrecked and forcing him to put his plans on pause as he recovers

Who knows, maybe him and his group might’ve grown similar possessive feelings towards you as well with the time you spent with them? HMMMM

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myslutwritings · 1 year

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could you do headcanons of how muzan, kokushibo, and enmu would act when jealous? Tysm in advance if you do end up taking my request :))

yes! i like this idea. and ur welcome:))

➤ How Muzan, Kokushibo and Enmu act when they get jealous!

➤ Sfw headcanons (not proof read)

including: Muzan, Kokushibo, Enmu.

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warnings: none.

Muzan

Jealousy scale: 10/10.

I lied, it’s 10000000000/10

Come on, don’t be surprised.

You belong to him, no one else.

On top of burning jealousy this man is POSSESSIVE too.

Now, you have QUITE the ✨looks✨

So the chances of a man or a woman approaching you, attempting to initiate small talk or simply flirt are high.

And that right there of course makes Muzan uncomfortable. Absolutely hates it when anyone approaches you but he knows he can’t cause a scene like that knowing you’d be against it.

You can tell because he shoots that person the DEATH stare, wraps his arm protectively around your waist and just stares down at said person hitting you up.

Has the undying urge to murder them, literally has to physically restrain himself from punching their head off.

One day.. ONE DAY, he’ll give into his intrusive thoughts though the next time someone dares to flirt with him.

You’re a loyal S/O so you obviously reject them.

This deeply satisfies Muzan.

Like hell yeah, reject that worthless piece of scum!

The last thing the person sees is him cracking a sinister smile at them.

What you don’t know is that when you’re asleep he actually tracks them, hunts them down, and kills them.

Muzan can’t really help himself. These are his instincts, demon nature, ya know?

Kokushibo

His jealousy scale is similar to Muzans.

I mean, come on, this man become a demon because of his jealousy.

So yeah, he is a jealousy prick.

He’s more jealous than possessive though.

He knows his S/O has a charming and attractive personality with the looks that kill.

Kokushibo isn’t a big fan of going out to public places. But you can’t really blame him, his demonic form is clearly visible. Six eyed freak.

So, other humans aren’t usually flirting with you, in the beginning, he initially thought this was a problem he wouldn’t ever have to worry about considering he’s always around you, plus you never go out that much.

However, on those days you do go out, leaving your boyfriend behind for a few hours. You return back to y’all’s home later that night to inform him about the stranger that flirted with you.

Of course, he gets jealous, no surprises here.

You notice a rapid change in his body language.

It’s quite difficult to wrap your finger around what’s going on through that head of his.

Kokushibo rarely expresses his emotions after all.

He must remain menacing and put on that whole “emotionless” act.

If you assumed he only became jealous.. well, you thought wrong. I like to think Kokushibo would also feel insecure:(

Refuses to admit it, but you love him so you can tell right away that he’s feeling both insecure and jealous.

Koku knows you love and care for him greatly but there is always a dark thought looming in the back of his head, telling himself that you secretly don’t love him and are going to abandon him for someone else.

He lowkey thinks that he isn’t good enough for your love and affection.

He’s so complicated because he doesn’t express it. Instead he handles this jealousy and anger by killing whoever tried to take you from him.

Kokushibo is aware you’re against it but he couldn’t care less. He cannot risk losing you.

Another problem he suffers from is whenever you attend the uppermoon meetings.

So, in this situation, let’s say you’re a demon.

Higher ranked or lower, you still attend those meetings with him.

No one usually bothers you two APART FROM DOUMA.

Bro will not hesitate to rizz you up right in front of kokushibo.

“Woah! Hey, there, Y/N-chan. You look quite beautiful today!~”

Douma you fucked up BIG time.

Gets decapitated for staring at you 😍😍

Not only Douma receives the message but so does every uppermoon.

Enmu

The picture i used above is his facial expression whenever he catches someone that isn’t him tryna hit on you.

Okay, so out of all the other demons, Enmu is the least jealous but he still gets jealous if you catch my drift.

Jealousy scale?? maybe a solid 8/10 or 7/10??

Mostly becomes jealous when other demons flirt with you. Not really humans because he can easily just kill them!!

Feels VERY threatened when a higher ranking demon flirts with you.

I mean, he has the urge to fight them because you belong to him but he knows he’ll get his ass kicked.

If it was a lower demon flirting with you then Enmu would kill them. No questions asked.

Is ALWAYS touching you.

Touches you even more when someone flirts with you.

Like he either has his arm wrapped around your waist or he’s holding your hand TIGHTLY.

Just wears a fake smile when some demon or human is being a little too friendly towards you.

Enmu is reluctant when it comes to even letting you out by yourself. he’s lowkey paranoid someone will try to steal you from him so he’s always attached to your hip.

During the times he isn’t present he will find out if anyone ever upset you, talked to you, flirted with you, etc.

Even if you don’t tell him, he’ll find out and downright TORTURE them if they’re a human.

Honestly, it really depends on how he’s feeling.

His jealousy scale changes on how he is feeling.

If he’s in a rather good mood that day then he’ll leave it be if you ask nicely.

But be wary of the days he’s in a bad mood. Enmu will show zero mercy.

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candlewaxandp0lar0ids · 1 year

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jealousy, jealousy || Hyunjin x f!Reader

Summary: A guy hitting on you leads to an argument with Hyunjin, which leaves you completely confused, because nothing about that conversation made sense to you. And it takes you a little while, but the two of you eventually manage to work it out.

Word count: 5.2k

Genres: college AU, established relationship, smut

Warnings & Tags: hurt/comfort, jealousy, implied past toxic relationships, smut (vaginal sex), smut with feelings, lowkey sub!hyunjin but it's not super explicit

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A/N: this is the same couple as in you're so gorgeous it makes me so mad, but both works can be read independently. Enjoy!

It’s sometimes hard to fathom how different you and Hyunjin are. You’re night and day, really. He’s famous on campus, loved and admired by the people around him, and you’re anonymous and unnoticed in any crowd you’re a part of. He’s light, joyful, an artistic soul; you’re cynical, a bit of a downer, and you live and breathe numbers. He’s also a people-pleaser, and a bit of an actor, a performer if you will, where you’re honest to a fault and what you see is exactly what you’ll get. He’s the softest soul you’ve ever met, and you’re all sharp edges.

And, well, when you want to support him, you go to see him dance and dazzle a fascinated crowd. When he wants to support you, he comes to see you logic the shit out of someone else at a mathematics olympiad.

Yeah, you’d told him not to come. He had insisted though, and he’d been in the audience, getting his fair share of looks, which you didn’t blame people for. How could you.

You hadn’t gotten much of a chance to speak with him, since your team had been busy from start to finish — which had earned you first place, by the way — and you could only hope that he hadn’t been deathly bored, though that seemed unrealistic. You appreciated the moral support, but you still couldn’t figure out why on earth he would have wanted to come in the first place.

It’s as you’re looking for him in the lobby that you’re approached by a guy that you recognize at first glance. Hyunwoo, if you’re not mistaken, one of your rivals in the competition. He’s smiling wide as he makes his way to you, revealing slightly crooked teeth.

“You were really impressive in there,” he comments, speaking a little too fast — shy, maybe?

“Thanks,” you say, “you weren’t bad either.” And it’s true, he’d been a worthy opponent.

No match for you and your team, sure, but good enough.

His smile widens and he shifts his weight nervously from one foot to the other.

“So, uh, which university do you go to again?”

You answer, but the question has you raising an eyebrow. That's been announced over and over again throughout the competition, so it’s a weird way of making small-talk. Unless he’s stalling for—

“Oh, that’s cool, I’m not that far from there, maybe we could s-see each other at some point?”

Aw, yeah, he’s hitting on you. That sentence came out all in one breath, and he seems very relieved to be done with it. Which, honestly, you find kinda sweet, cute even. You don’t really date within that crowd, didn’t even before Hyunjin — your experiences with men from that field have been… questionable —, so you’re definitely not interested, but you’ll—

“She’s taken,” an icy voice announces from behind you.

Ah, Hyunjin’s found you. You feel him against your back as he wraps you up in a hug in an unusual display of possessiveness. It throws you off a little bit, actually. Not that you mind, you very much don't care, but he tends to avoid being affectionate in public. He likes to keep things private, with much of his life being subject to gossip around your college even without any of that. You crane your neck to look at him. You were just about to tell Hyunwoo that you were taken, and based on the way he’s flushing, cheeks and ears and neck turning bright red, he’s already horribly embarrassed by the situation.

You’re opening your mouth, intent on letting him down gently, when Hyunjin’s eyes flicker over him, taking in his appearance — he’s not exactly looking stylish, but hey, you guys were here to be smart, not look good —, and then he sneers “What makes you think she’d be interested anyway?” with such a disdainful tone that you almost flinch.

Hyunwoo splutters an apology and flees the scene, but you tear yourself from Hyunjin, staring at him in disbelief. You know that he can get agressive when he’s angry, words coming out before he’s truly thought them through, but he’s not cruel. And that was— that felt completely uncalled for to you.

“You were great,” he starts telling you, just as you go “What the hell?”

Confusion flickers on his face. It’s like he doesn't even remember what just happened, and you’re at least as confused as he is.

“He was flirting with you,” he says. In other circumstances, you might have noticed the softness to his voice as he spoke, but you’re not really paying attention to that right now, searching his eyes instead for any discomfort, guilt, whatever — which you're not finding.

“Well that’s not a crime,” you reply, shaking your head. And what you mean by that is that flirting with you is not really deserving of getting your self-esteem crushed by someone who’s as attractive as Hyunjin is. You know all too well what it can do to you to finally gather up the courage to go talk to someone, only to be humiliatingly rejected. It does shit to you that you don’t think Hyunjin would understand.

He takes a step back like you’ve slapped him, folds his arms defensively against his chest.

“So I should be fine with someone flirting with you?” His voice is at a higher pitch than usual, and you don’t know what to make of it. You— What the fuck is happening to this conversation, exactly?

“I was going to tell him I wasn’t interested, and it’s not like he knew I was taken,” you say. You don’t know why you need to point that out. Obviously you weren’t going to entertain that.

“Well I told him first,” Hyunjin says, clearly growing more defensive by the second, and again, you don’t know why.

“Yeah, Hyunjin, but that was completely unnecessary. I mean, it was just—” you search for the right word for a second, don’t find it, “—overkill.”

He’s staring at you, chewing on the inside of his cheek.

“Sorry if I don’t stand by while dudes hit on you,” he finally says, anger — you think? — seeping through in his tone.

“That’s not what this is about,” you say, because it isn’t. What are you doing wrong? What part of what you’re saying isn’t coming across the way you want it to? “My point is that you didn’t have to be so—” Again, you try to pick your words carefully. ‘You didn’t have to be such a dick about it’ is the formulation that comes to mind first, but that’s not something you would call Hyunjin, ever. That’s a line that you refuse to cross. “—mean about it.”

It comes out sounding weirdly insincere, maybe because it’s not as strong as what you’re trying to say, maybe because your sentence has lost its momentum by the time you finish it. Either way, it seems not to reach Hyunjin at all. His jaw’s set, his shoulders tense, and again, you have no clue where this went wrong.

“Fine,” he quips, lips now a straight line. “I guess I’ll just be mean elsewhere.”

And then he turns around and walks away, and okay, the two of you rarely argue, but this is such an unusual way for one of your conflicts to resolve, an almost childish one, and again, what the fuck?

“What happened there?” Seungmin asks, appearing next to you.

Boy, would you like to know.

“So,” Minho says in the middle of lunch, “what’s the deal with you and Hyunjin?”

You groan. A few days have passed since Seungmin asked you that very same question, and you’re still clueless.

“If I murder him because he’s too depressing to be around, I’ll make you help me hide the body,” Minho adds nonchalantly. He’s also a dance major, which means he’s been around Hyunjin way more than you have these past few days.

“Please stop threatening to kill my boyfriend,” you sigh.

Still, you don’t know what to answer. You and Hyunjin have been texting, you’ve seen each other around campus, but things have been… stiff. Awkward. Things are never awkward between the two of you. You know you’ll have to talk about it but it’s— You just wish you understood what was going on, so you could prepare yourself. As long as you don't, you want to avoid the talk, but without the talk you don’t know what’s going on and—

“I have no fucking clue,” you finally mutter. Seungmin glances up from his food. Usually he doesn’t care much for interpersonal drama, but he seems a little concerned this time.

“Explain,” he says.

Yeah. Maybe laying the facts on the table and trying to figure out a course of action is the best thing to do.

“A guy hit on me at the Maths Olympiad,” you say, “from one of the rival teams. Asked if I’d want to see him around but, you know, he was interested. And then Hyunjin arrived and was all ‘she’s taken’, which is fine, but then he said,” and the words are still clear in your mind, “’what makes you think she’d be interested’. And he looked at the guy like— You know.” Just one glance at Seungmin tells you that he does. You don’t look at Minho, because you doubt he has a clue. “Like he was repulsive or something.”

“So?” Minho says, and you sigh while Seungmin rolls his eyes.

“So it was shitty. The guy didn’t know I had a boyfriend, and having someone like Hyunjin tell him that probably made him feel like shit. It’s not easy for people like us to make the first move. No offense,” you add, nodding at Seungmin, and he grimaces in response. You know he agrees with you, because, well, he made no move whatsoever to get in his current relationship. It’s just this delightful mix of lack of self-confidence, social anxiety, and awkwardness that makes the process so fucking complicated.

You’ve dated more than Seungmin has, but you’d figured out early that people outside your branch of interest found you weird, too passionate about your niche interests, and then that the men within your field were pretty misogynistic for guys complaining about never getting girls, and then you’d stopped dating. So it hasn’t been great on your front either.

Seungmin’s nodding his head. He clearly sees your side of the argument. Minho, on the other hand, has leaned back in his chair, and he goes “Hm.”. So he’s about to tear you apart.

“It sounds like he just got jealous,” Minho says, and you almost laugh.

“Jealous of what?” Outside of the looks, this was a less than five minutes conversation with a guy, during which he made eye contact maybe once. There was no agressive flirting, barely any flirting actually, and certainly no physical contact. You’ve dealt with far worse — actually, you deal with far worse at almost every event you go to with Hyunjin.

Minho shrugs. He clearly has an idea, and he’s clearly not going to tell you.

“Think about it from his perspective. A guy hit on you, and you got annoyed at him for intervening.”

“I don’t care that he intervened,” you snap, “the issue was the way that he—”

“He might not know that,” Minho shrugs. Both you and Seungmin exchange a doubtful look, but it dawns on you that this might not be something Hyunjin would know about. You doubt it would happen to him in that way. You’re well-aware that he’s had shitty dating experiences, but this, that specific way of making someone feel completely undesirable, isn’t one of them as far as you’re aware.

So, as Minho stares at you intently, you sigh.

“Fine. I’ll clear things up.”

He nods, and you can feel his relief immediately. For someone who’s constantly threatening to kill Hyunjin, it’s kinda sweet, how much he cares for his well-being.

You're still trying to figure out how you're going to broach the subject with Hyunjin when, at eleven that night, there’s a knock on your door. You make your way there cautiously and pick-up the base-ball bat that you keep there — because this could be a psycho, ‘cause who shows up unannounced at 11 pm in the middle of the week —, but one look through the peephole has you putting it back down immediately.

Because when you unlock the door, you’re met with the sight of your shivering boyfriend. It’s pouring outside, so he looks like a drenched cat, soaking wet but still handsome.

“I-I wanted to—”

“Hyunjin, come in, don’t stay out in the cold” you interrupt him, hoping your voice comes off soft instead of demanding. “I’ll get you a change and a towel,” you add once he’s hesitantly made his way inside.

It doesn’t take you long to find a t-shirt and sweat pants he’d left at your place, while he stands awkwardly next to your kitchen counter. When you hand them to him, he thanks you, hesitates a second, then gets into your room to change. It feels a little weird, to see him do that, a weirdness you’re sure he’s felt too, but you suppose it would be just as strange if he didn’t do it, because things have just been— different, these past few days.

You’re waiting for him with the towel when he comes out.

“Come here,” you say gently, reaching for his hair.

You put the towel over his head, rubbing it gently against his scalp. Small droplets of water run down your arms, but you’re not really paying attention. Hyunjin bends to give you an easier access, face coming just inches of yours. His eyes are looking at you almost pleadingly, and you can’t help but notice that they’re slightly puffy, possibly from crying. That’s confusing to you, too — this was one argument, not a particularly intense one either, and in no way relationship-threatening, as far as you’re concerned. You know kissing him won’t fix anything, but you’re not trying to fix things, you’re trying to let him know how much you love him, how much you care about him, how much you’ve missed him.

So you do kiss him. He gasps into you, inhales like a drowned man finally coming to the surface. It’s his turn to get closer, body pressing against yours, and oh, he feels like coming home. Your fingers card through wet hair, pulling on it slightly, and this time it’s another sound he lets out. As tempting as it is to jump him right now, you know you have to put a stop to this if you want to have a productive conversation first — which would be the reasonable thing to do.

Still you can’t resist prolonging the kiss, pulling his lower lip between your teeth in a way that has him whimpering. His hands grab onto your waist with a bruising grip, and you feel his tongue brush against yours, hesitantly at first, like he’s not sure he should, then more daringly, pushing it into your mouth.

You — thankfully? unfortunately? — still have the presence of mind to interrupt the kiss before it gets any more out of hand.

“I’ve missed you,” you tell him softly. You see his eyes go wide. Like he's surprised. Shit, someone must have really done a number on him, huh?

“I’ve missed you too.”

Taking his hand in yours, you gently pull him towards the couch, where the two of you sit, though you don’t break physical contact. Instead, you sling your legs onto his lap and put your chin on his shoulder, not letting go of his hand. Hopefully he knows, that way, hopefully he feels safe, hopefully he can tell how much he means to you and that this— disagreement, or whatever this is, means far less to you than he does.

For a few seconds, he just stays there, unmoving, almost frozen, long black hair still dripping a little onto his shoulders and sticking to his neck, while you rub soothing circles on his skin.

“I’m sorry,” he finally blurts out. He’s not looking at you, instead staring at his hands on his lap.

“About what?” you ask gently, not moving an inch. The two of you had been mad at each other, but you don’t think it warranted this kind of reaction.

“I’m— I didn’t mean to be controlling,” he mumbles. “You can talk to whoever you want to, and it’s— I-I mean, there’s nothing harmful in flirting, and I trust you, and—”

“Hyunjin,” you interrupt him, and this time you take his face in your hands, cradling it. “I don’t care about that.” His eyebrows knit in confusion. “I don’t— I don’t think there’s anything wrong with you being upset if someone’s hitting on me, but more importantly—” You press a kiss to his lips, chaste and brief, then another, then another. “You’re the most important person to me. You know that, right?”

He nods, though the motion is hesitant. You’re well aware, by now, of how sensitive he is to any action that he perceives as a rejection or a form of disinterest. You’ve gotten past a lot of his previous issues, when even you saying you couldn’t make it to one of his shows could make him question things, but some things he remains fragile on.

“I would never do anything to hurt you on purpose. Of course I would shut down someone hitting on me, babe, I just didn’t have the time to do that.”

It seems to soothe him for a few seconds, and a deep sigh leaves him, body briefly relaxing, before he tenses again.

“Then what—” Now there’s a hint of fear in his eyes. “What did I do wrong?”

Okay. You need to handle this carefully. You lean back slightly, going back to holding his hands. The last thing you want is to make him feel like this is a battlefield, which is how you know some of his exes treated their relationship. You want him to feel safe with you, even when you have a disagreement.

“You know, people are constantly saying that you’re out of my league,” you say. His eyes widen, mouth opening to protest it, but you shake your head. You don’t lack self-confidence, but you know no one’s jaw’s dropping when you walk into a room. It doesn’t make you ugly, it just makes you, well, not Hyunjin. You're fine with it. There’s more to you than your looks, and you wouldn’t want people to be interested in you just for that anyway. You’re all too aware that a good half of Hyunjin’s issues in relationships come from that. “I don't care, but I got that before we were together, or—” Hm, this is getting into memories that sting a bit more. “Well, before I met you.”

Hyunjin swallows. It’s his turn to squeeze your hand, and the gentle attempt at comfort makes you smile. It encourages you to keep going, knowing that he’ll probably get it, and if he doesn’t, he’ll definitely try his best.

“Some guys I was, uh, interested in turned out to already be dating.” You shrug one shoulder. It’s not a big deal in and of itself, it’s something that definitely happens, especially if they’re people you run into at college parties. “So, some of their partners felt that had to make it clear to me that I was delusional to think I even had a chance with them. And it wasn’t just to let me know that the dudes were taken, it was to just— humiliate me.”

And it worked, too, at the time. Makes you want to give a hug to your former self, just thinking about it.

“So what I don’t get is why you’d want to do that,” you say, finally looking at Hyunjin again. “I know you, you’re never cruel to people. I wish you were less nice to some of the people around you. So why— why would you do that to a guy who, clearly, wasn’t a threat to you whatsoever?”

You find him staring at you, but he immediately looks away from you, cheeks and ears turning red.

“I’m sorry,” he says for the second time.

“I’m not mad,” you reply patiently. “I’m just trying to understand.”

He clears his throat, and runs a hand through his hair, which have started to dry by now. He opens his mouth, like he's ready to talk. And then he closes it again.

You tilt your head to the side. Okay. This is unexpected.

“It’s not like he wasn’t a threat,” he finally says under his breath.

Wait. Minho had a point? Hyunjin was jealous?

“What are you talking about,” you say more than you ask, trying not to sound like you’re in total disbelief — though you very much are.

“It’s—” He turns his head in the other direction, very much, very clearly blushing now. “He would get what you talk about, you know? What you do in class, your projects, your contests. He’s—” and he lowers his voice even more, muttering the last word like it’s personally offended him “smart.”

You can only stare. You almost want to laugh at what is, to you, an utterly absurd conclusion, but you, thankfully, manage to hold yourself back.

“Hyunjin, babe, do you think I don’t find you smart?”

There’s the hand in the hair again, as he lets out a frustrated sigh.

“No, it’s just— I don’t get it. When you talk about it with Seungmin, or— or when you try to tell me what you’ve been doing, or— you didn’t even want me to come to the Olympiads.”

“Because I thought you’d be deathly bored.”

Somehow, most of the previous tension has evaporated now that the issue's out in the open. You feel impossibly relieved, and you realize how much this had all been weighing you down. Hyunjin seemed to be the same, his hand now coming to casually rest on your thigh. The two of you finally feel like you again.

“Because I wouldn’t understand,” he mumbles.

Ah, precious, dearest darling.

“So, what, do you think I would dump you for a dude who can integrate without a calculator?”

The blank stare Hyunjin gives you almost makes you crack.

“Hyunjin, darling, apple of my eye, light of my life, you might be the best person I know.” You shift on the couch, and it only takes one quick movement for you to be on top of him, legs on either side of his and arms around his neck. His breath hitches, and it makes you grin. “You’re a incredibly talented artist, you see things about the world that I don’t even notice exist, you’re capable of moving in a way that I can't even dream of, you’re kind, you’re loving, and yes, even if you're not the greatest mathematical mind to walk this earth, you’re smart.”

He looks up at you, lips parted, staring like you’re the only person in the world. You’re not the type to say these things much, usually trying to convey it with physical touch and other shows of affection. Right now, though, it seems like he definitely needed to hear them.

“Hyunjin,” you say, again, never getting tired of how his name rolls off your tongue, “I love you. There’s nothing about you that would make me doubt that.” Nor is there anything that should make him doubt that.

You’re not sure if you kiss him or if he kisses you, but you know that the kiss that follows is harsh, urgent, desperate. His hands grab onto your hips, dig into your skin, his mouth bites at yours feverishly, pushing himself up to meet you. Your hands are in his hair, pulling his head back to give yourself better access to his mouth, and you let him take charge of the pace, his tongue dancing with yours tantalizingly.

It makes it even more delightful when you roll your hips against him and feel him suddenly losing control. He grows hard under you in just seconds, and when you pull away his eyes are wide with need.

“Oh, you did miss me,” you can’t help but tease, though your voice is still soft. You feel lighter after the conversation, but it might still not be the time to get too intense.

Hyunjin whines in response, pushing himself up to kiss you again. Fuck, he’s hot.

“I’m gonna take good care of you, baby,” you whisper with a very intentional shift or your hips, straight onto his hard-on.

You get up to get rid of your short and panties, and during that time, Hyunjin pushes his own pants down, cock standing to attention, precum already forming at the tip. Usually, you’d take the occasion to tease him, play with him a little bit, but you know that he’s not going to last long, and you want to give him everything tonight.

So you climb back onto his lap, kiss him again, and your hand makes its way down your body. You’re wet, too, but Hyunjin’s big, and you want to prepare yourself a little. Just as you’re about to insert a finger, a pleased shiver already running down your back, Hyunjin stops you, and you bite your lip to hold back a whimper when he presses his palm against your clit.

“Let me,” he whispers.

“Anything for you, baby,” you reply, though this is for you too, because when Hyunjin’s long finger push inside of you, spreading you open, you throw your head back and a moan escapes you.

Hyunjin works diligently, slowly pumping in and out of you. His thumb comes to brush against your clit, rubs against it with gentle movements, sending pleasure through every fiber of your body. His hands gets coated in your juices as he pushes a second finger inside, then a third. He’s quiet as he does so, but his other hand keeps tightening on your waist, and his cock is growing redder, leaking more and more precum by the second.

You finally wrap your hand around it, returning the favor, and immediately he loses his rhythm, letting out a whimper. He hunches forward, his head coming to rest in the crook of your neck.

“I can’t— I can’t keep going if you do that,” he mumbles, beautiful eyes staring pleadingly at you. Again, there’s that urge to tease him, and again, you resist it.

“Just wanna make you feel good, baby,” you whisper as you give a slow pump around him, only providing light pressure because you don’t want it to be too much just yet. “And you’re already doing so, so good for me, it’s okay to stop now.”

You’re pretty sure you can take him already, but you keep him just there, fingers moving erratically inside you, as you set a slow pace around his cock. Moans and whines keep spilling past his lips as he buries his face in your shoulder, music to your ears, and you start pressing kisses against his neck, teeth grazing against the skin. Hyunjin gets louder — his neck’s always been sensitive, and when your tongue brushes against him just right, his hips jump up into your hand, which seems like the perfect signal.

You grab his wrist to stop his movements, and he takes it out of you, eyes meeting yours once more in expectation.

Hand around his cock to guide it, you let yourself sink onto him with a pleased moan. He always fills you so well, makes you feel so full— Fuck, either he’s a sex god or you’re really fucking whipped, because sex with him always makes you feel so good.

Hyunjin’s head rolls back onto your couch, hair spilling all over it, eyes closing as his mouth falls open. The sight’s perfect, but it’s also lewd, like the sound of your bodies together wasn’t enough for that.

“Mind if I move, babe?”

Okay, yeah, you’re teasing, but he just makes it so tempting for you.

“Yeah, hm, please— please do.”

A brief laughter escapes you at his broken plea and you push up in order to kiss him again, delicious, delicious friction forming between your legs at the movement.

“You’re perfect,” you purr against his mouth.

Then you start moving, hips rocking gently at first, and Hyunjin’s letting out high pitched whimpers. After a few seconds he manages to push himself from his position, head falling between your breasts. He lifts your shirt, which you hadn’t bothered taking off, and his hands come up to cup them, massaging them softly and carefully. A moan you’d been careful to hold back leaves your mouth then, but it’s only when he wraps his mouth around one of your nipples, that they start falling uncontrollably. He glances up at you, and with one look at the sinful sight that is him with one of your breasts in his mouth, you’re gone.

Things get more frantic after that. You start moving quicker, chasing your own release as much as trying to give him his, and Hyunjin wraps both arms around your waist, no longer kissing your breasts. Instead, he buries his head in your neck again, erratic whimpers music to your ears. You hold tightly onto his shoulders, and though you don’t do it on purpose, you suspect you’re going to leave a mark there.

You come before he does, back arching with a loud cry as you do, but you don’t stop moving. You ride your orgasm with him still inside you, rubbing just right against him, then keep going though slower as your legs start shaking under you, but Hyunjin’s mostly too far gone to notice. You go back to kissing his neck, knowing with absolute certainty that if you flick your tongue against him just so—

Hyunjin comes without a warning, surprisingly quiet, mouth opened wide against your shoulder. You feel him spilling inside of you, whole body shaking underneath you. You keep kissing his neck, whispering soft words against him. How good you find him, how perfect, how much you love him.

You collapse onto each other. You rest your head on his chest; his fingers start absent-mindedly tracing patterns on the small of your back. You should move, should clean up, but fuck, you’ve missed him, you’ve missed this, you’ve missed the way his body feels against yours. You’re so lost in the post-orgasm bliss that you almost miss Hyunjin calling your name.

“Hm?” you reply lazily, glancing up at him. He’s purposefully not looking at you.

“I love you too,” he says. You tilt your head. He’s blushing again, like after all that’s just happened, that was the harder thing to admit. “I didn’t say it earlier. I love you.”

You know that. All the same, flowers bloom in your chest and despite feeling tired, your heart finds it in you to start beating faster. You love him. You love him so much you fear it will consume you sometimes.

“I love you more, babe.”

You believe it whole-heartedly when you say it, too. Hyunjin shakes his head, playful pout forming on his lips, and it hits you that he probably feels just the same.

And in that moment, everything in the world is perfect.

i think this is one of my favorite pieces i've written for this series, so hopefully you liked it too! exploring complex emotions is one of my favorite things to do in writing. i know i've said this in every piece, but please reblog this if you enjoyed it! it boosts my motivation a ton to see people liking my stuff, and so if you like my writing, commenting/reblogging is the best way of making me write more. i'll see you all soon for changbin's piece!

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#hyunjin #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin imagine #hyunjin smut #smut #stray kids imagine #stray kids smut #skz imagine #skz smut #hyunjin fanfic #candywrites

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 1 year

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Can I have Piers crushing on a Pokepasta Reader? He's trying to be smooth but gets blushie around the trainer despite them having totally undead Pokémon and might bleed from their eyes ever now and then.

At first glance, Piers thought you were just a very strong trainer with a spooky getup you liked wearing 24/7. Similar to Allister except you were very committed to the act.

Though he quickly learns that while your team certainly gives off ghost-type vibes....they aren't all necessarily ghost types themselves.

There was your undead Cinderace who shattered both legs in a freak accident after a failed High Jump Kick, with said legs being reduced bloody stumps and sharp bones.

Next was a rusty Klang possessed by twin workers who died in an old Galarian factory over 50 years ago, forced to share a vessel that reminds them of their demise.

You even had an Arctovish who became aware that it was brought back "wrong" and snapped its neck in an attempt to force its head back into the normal position.

Oh, and there's a Lvl 1 Shiny Drifloon in your party, too. Nothing unusual nor tragic about it. It's just your "emotional support" 'mon.

Ofc Piers is concerned when he learns their stories, but sees they're happy with you, so he tries not to worry about it too much.

Somewhere down the line, he winds up developing a crush on you, especially when you asked him for a tour of Spikemuth bc you wanted to find a place to stay.

It was closed off to visitors who weren't doing the gym challenge, but for you he made an exception.

He tries being all cool/smooth with you as he talked about the town, his battles strategies, etc.

But even Marnie can see her big bro is madly in love with you, though if she mentions you in any way he tries changing the subject.

Around you, it's hard to hide his blush whenever he sees you petting his Obstagoon's fur, or when you wrap a scarf around your Arctovish's broken neck with such tenderness and care.

He blames it on the neon signs if you point it out.

Most of Team Yell knows his infatuation with you, but some grunts are lowkey terrified of you and have brought this up numerous times.

"Piers...haven't ya noticed they look like a bloody corpse??? Does that not freak you out???"

"...I've been called a walking corpse, too, and none of you are scared of me."

"But you ain't bleedin' from your peepers like them!!"

"Oh put a sock in it, you-"

Yeah, he gets very defensive over you.

Is he well aware you got some kind of curse following you around? Yes.

Is that gonna stop him from confessing to you via serenade when he works up the courage to do so?

No.

#clanask #anonymous #pokemon x reader #pokemon sword x reader #pokemon shield x reader #pokemon piers #pokemon piers x reader #piers x reader #pokepasta x reader #tw body horror #headcanons

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zeebreezin · 1 month

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OC SMASH OR PASS

Tagged by @esteemed-excellency !!

First image by @gmalaart ! Other two by me :)

Name: August Shaw

Age: 44~

Gender: Nonbinary but he’s getting revenge rn and doesn’t have time to consider that

Sexuality: Bisexual

📚Propaganda For:

You will never find a more dedicated partner!!

Very generous, great gift giver who will give you the world if you asked.

Surprisingly witty sense of humor once he’s comfortable with a person.

Enjoys both the fancy displays of formal romance and quiet nights in the house.

Will kill cops for you frequently.

Easy to fluster!!

Will learn about your hobbies and take interest in them.

Gives fantastic hugs.

Can be charming in a sweet, classically romantic way.

Open and honest communicator*.

Canonically spent all his Monstrous Anatomy on gains on modifying his tongue, mouth, and throat to help with speaking nonhuman languages. So in the bedroom…

♟️Propaganda??:

Flirtation is a lowkey game to him. Fluster Shaw badly and expect to receive the same in kind soon enough. Will get ‘revenge’. Switchiest motherfucker ever known because of this.

Will set himself on fire to keep you warm.

Is more than happy to play a ‘role’ for his partners, but his dedication to the bit can get uncanny.

Has a bit of a possessive streak, less so in the way of wanting someone to exclusively want him, though.

Known sleep cuddler. Supernatural forces seem to intervene to make sure his partners wake up with their nose in his chest.

Oh yeah, the juxtaposition between how cold and ruthless this guy is at work versus how tender he is with his partners.

👁️Propaganda Against:

God where do we start.

Baseline nightmare of 5 at any given day.

IPA-itis :(

Takes such bad care of himself, all the time. If you don’t step up he may work himself into the dirt.

The guiltiest man alive!! Will hold self blame for any conflict! Takes him ages to forgive himself for any transgression, even ones verbally resolved.

Concerningly forgiving of his partner’s flaws and behaviours, to the point of enabling and/or self destruction on his own end.

Tends to drink a bit too much, extremely sad drunk.

*is a great communicator when it comes to things he thinks need to be talked about. His own issues tend to stay under lock and key for far too long.

Constantly getting into shit. Will always make the time, but he does work two jobs and freelances on top of it. A busy man.

Wild complexes about his own desires, poetry, violin music, and the colour red.

Not 100% over his ex wife emotionally but they’re never getting back together.

Consider yourself tagged if you wanna do one of these :)

#zeeposting #august shaw #fallen london oc #oc smash or pass #sorry this took a sec!!#love him sm . he sucks

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rjunswrld · 1 year

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crush culture (i got a burning desire for you baby.)

jaehyun x thick POC reader

fingering, praising, hand kink, office sex, slight possessive jaehyun, light usage of petnames, reader and jaehyun are v into each other lowkey (or highkey idk they’re both crazy), jaehyun is a big helper such a gentleman fr

there was no denying it, you had a crush on your secretary jeong jaehyun. but who didn’t? he was the talk of the work space for months since he started. everyone wanted to get their hands on the overly flirtatious 5’ 11” aquarius man flashing his famous little smile that made his dimples even more prominent to the eye. a fresh face around the office was something new, especially when they look like jaehyun which made you surprised that a man like him would want to work for you soon finding out that he was recommended this job by one of his good friends on the third floor, nakamoto yuta.

jaehyun was new to this part of town, renting out an apartment a few blocks away he was desperate for any job he could get his hands on and when yuta brought up a position at his job that recently opened up, jaehyun couldn’t be any more excited to take it on.

and since then you’ve grown accustomed to him and that small infatuation.

it was annoying that you had a yearning for him, everything about him was so daring and stupidly attractive. his stupid compliments on you attire, your hairstyle, your work ethic, the list goes on.. that burning feeling on your cheeks became a daily reminder that jaehyun just had to open his big mouth and praise you. it wasn’t that you didn’t like it, you were shy! i mean who can blame you?

tonight you were slammed with work, stressing the fuck out more than usual. time flew by quickly that you missed the view of the sun setting behind you in your office, your eyes glued on multiple files and paperwork that went go through you first for approval you swore you had blisters on your fingers at this point.

hearing small taps on your door before opening up slightly, you looked up at the male who greeted you with a small whisper trying not to inconvenience your time and distract you. too late.

he approached your desk with more files in his hands, apologizing softly as he placed them off to the side away from the others to keep them from getting mixed up and causing any problems. a man with a brain. he smiled down at you in pity, all the work he was assigned was here and his job was about done for the day.. but you were still here, your whole floor has gone home for the night. how could he leave knowing you’d be here all alone?

“anything else i can help you with ms. ___?”

his voice was smooth like honey, snapping you back to reality as you realized you had zoned out. clearing your throat you looked at the time, 10:30pm. god it’s gonna be a long night for you. “that’s all for today, thank you for bringing these to me.” you politely smiled as he looked at you with an expression you couldn’t read. what was he thinking? “well, i guess i should be on my way then.” he chewed on his bottom lip hoping you’d ask for him to stay. please let him stay.

“yeah i guess so, it’s pretty late too. don’t worry your overtime will be counted on your check.” you confirmed with a small giggle as he smiled, but that’s not what mattered to him right now. “goodnight jaehyun.” looking away from the man he couldn’t peel his eyes off of you. can’t you see he doesn’t want to leave? wasn’t it obvious by the way he took his time bringing you the rest of of his work just to be here with you alone? “right. goodnight ms. ___.” he playfully said, sighing as he turned around slowly, practically dragging himself from his spot to walk towards the door. won’t you stop him? holy shit ___ say something to make him stay.

you watched his figure slowly depart from you, he was the last person besides you here left. once he’s gone there’s no company, no one to talk to, no one to walk out with. would it be too much to have him stay? just for protection of course.. yeah definitely just to keep you safe..

“um jaehyun?” he turned around faster than ever, faster than you could say go. “yes?” he smiled brightly as you couldn’t help but smile genuinely at him. “i know it’s too much to ask and you can say no-“ “yes.” he was quick to say making you raise your brows unexpectedly. “you didn’t even let me finish.”

“you want me to stay and my answer is yes, i’ll stay.”

walking over to one of the chairs placed in front of your desk he was quick to take a seat, smiling at you with those stupid dimples you felt your heart skip a beat. pull it together girl. “you don’t have to stay all night, feel free to leave whenever.” you added as he dismissed you, smacking his lips with his hand swaying in a motion like he was swatting a fly away. “i leave when you do.” you rolled your eyes playfully as he pulled his phone out, making himself comfortable in the seat you looked down at your papers mentally slamming your head against the table as you saw the many stacks layered around you.

but these many papers plus jaehyun here to keep you company? take your time then.

an hour passed

only one fucking hour and you felt your brain rotting at this point.

you looked up at jaehyun. watching how focused he was on his phone, rotating it with both hands holding onto the device you couldn’t stop your mind from whirling.

you tried to get rid of all the thoughts of your secretaries hands, god how attractive they are. so long and slender, he was just made so perfectly. your mind can only take so much before being completely fried, so why not take a break and focus on something else?

you kept your crush on him a secret, no one knew you fan girled over him like all the other girls on the floor did.. he kept you up at night, letting him consume you as you’d shove your hands down your panties with only his name falling past your lips uncontrollably. him teasingly smiling above you as you fingered yourself ruthlessly, fuck he gets you going. the sinful thoughts of his hands roaming your body, being forced into your mouth as you cry and gag around them, feeling his hands slap against your skin harshly-

"is everything alright boss?" damn that silly title he’d call you as a small joke knowing you hated being addressed by it, especially by him. but to him, that’s what you were. she’s the boss, she’s in charge and he’ll do whatever you say.

“huh?” you blinked your thoughts away as you felt your cheeks heat up against your will. fuck. your eyes met his, smiling at you he placed his phone down before shifting in his seat. you’re so cute when your flustered. “i asked if everything was okay?” he chuckled he swore he saw your cheeks go a shade darker, he loved seeing you blush uncontrollably so of course he’ll do anything in his power to do so. “you seem.. tense, maybe you should take a break?” he suggested, take it as you will, jaehyun is observant he can see right through you.

you cleared your throat looking at your paper as if you were focused on it to begin with. “uh sure, a break sounds nice..” a break from that uncomfortable feeling between your thighs would be even nicer, just a thought. “want me to help you out?” you choked on your saliva, was jaehyun a mind reader now? no way in hell did he just say that. “are you okay?” he was alert, but he was aware. so we’re on the same page then? sneaky. he got up reaching for a water bottle in your mini fridge off to the side of your desk, handing it over to you as you thanked him through your coughing fit. he stood next to you as you opened the bottle to drink, feeling the cold water running down your hot body he watched you gulp it all down. who knew watching you drink water would be so attractive. “better?” he snickered, fuck off jaehyun.

“y-yeah, sorry.” you mumbled an apology as you twisted the cap back on as you placed the bottle down before looking back at jaehyun who towered over you. his signature cologne filling your nostrils you felt like this was torture. “you didn’t answer my question boss.” as if his voice could go any deeper, he stared down at you. nothing could take his attention away from you. “what question?” you felt small under his gaze, you felt as if you were exposed to him. like a cop and a robber and you just got caught red handed. “i asked if you wanted me to help you out? you take on so much, i can help you relax.” every word was spoken loud and clear, was this a test? “how?” the million dollar question has been asked. “well i’m really good with my hands, i can show you.” he smirked walking behind you as he placed his hands on your shoulders gently, well fuck your mind for being so deep in the gutter. “is this okay?” with an experimental rub on your shoulders and neck you hummed back instantly in delight. “yes.” you sighed out, letting your eyes close awaiting for more. “just relax boss, lemme help you relax.”

his words were doing damage to you, and his hands just made it all better. you weren’t aware of his lingering eyes, staring down from above, looking down at your plush thighs as your skirt squeezed them so perfectly. he was a fan of you and your body. those prominent curves, the way your hips swayed so hypnotically as he watched you walk away from his desk, that pretty smell produced from your perfume that he wished to smell more of- but not from the bottle, from your skin specifically. he was such a pervert he couldn’t help but watch your skin cascade with goosebumps as your pretty little sounds of satisfaction escaped you. “poor ___, just wanna relax.. wanna be taken care of..” he mumbled out making you nod as his hands inched lower down your chest, his fingers dancing along your clavicle as you moaned softly. you were in a trance.

“so tense.. should i loosen you up more?” his words fell past his lips so easily, he didn’t have to think of anything to know what he was gonna say to you, he knew exactly what to say to you. “jaehyun..” you sighed out feeling his hands reach lower resting above your chest, so close to you just how you imagined them being. “will you let me help you?” opening your eyes you looked down at your chest seeing his fingers up close and personal contrasting against your melanin skin, this is so unprofessional of the both of you. in your office after hours with your secretary’s hands on your body, this would look extremely bad to anyone who walked in.

but no ones here.

just you and jaehyun.

“j-jaehyun..” you were flustered once again, subconsciously looking back at the male who never looked so serious before, his eyes seemingly darker than before- is this what lust looked like? temptation? “come on baby, i’ll do anything for you. tell me i can an i will.. i know it’s what you want.” baby?, could you get used to such a word coming from jaehyun specifically being addressed to you? leaning down closer to your face, you never been this close to him before. your imagination could never top this. “don’t you want me___?” looking down at his lips as he spoke such enticing words you felt completely speechless, so dumb with no thoughts just that burning desire. “use your words, tell me..”

it’s now or never. a silly thought, a stupid saying until you’ve reached that point where you find yourself saying it.

“please jaehyun, help me.” your small whisper lit him up completely, doing the boldest move yet you kissed him. you kissed jeong jaehyun, your secretary, your right hand man, your walking wet dream. he was quick to kiss you back, his hands now groping your breast as his squeezed and rotated them against you. his lips felt exactly how you imagined them being, soft, plump and most importantly, moisturized. he smiled into the kiss and you let out a small moan, taking it at an opportunity to deepen the kiss. feeling his hands roughly rip your button up open hearing them scatter on the floor you gasped as he pulled away from you, spinning you around to face him fully. “need to feel you.. please wanna make you feel good ___” he was wishing for this as much as you were, wasn’t oblivious? he went above and beyond just for you, he studied you and learn your lore. you think he’d treat you such a way if he wasn’t into you?

he was impatient, you were untouchable and unresponsive for so long he was reserved for you even of you weren’t. being so trigger happy he pulled you from your seat and held you close, no words spoken he wanted your lips on his. the kiss was sloppy, you felt his hands all over you. feeling every curve his dreams were coming true, thank god for that 11:11 wish he made.

he pulled your shirt from your shoulders as the clothing item fell of your body onto the floor leaving you in your black lacy bra and pencil skirt. something he could only imagine seeing, something he fantasized of seeing and now it’s happening. “so fucking beautiful.” he grunted. he wasn’t wrong, he’s never wrong.

“jaehyun” you felt his lips kissing down your jaw to your neck, his hands holding onto your back as he reached to undo the hooks of your bra. “you smell so good ___, i love it.” a little too much. feeling that tightness around your chest releasing, your boobs felt free. his wet soft kisses went lower down your chest, feeling yourself lean up against your desk to help him out a little he removed your last clothing item that hid your body from him, the cool air hitting your once warm and secured breasts you felt them hardening almost instantly. he smiled to himself as he teasingly licked your skin between them, looking up at you, you felt your body shudder slightly at the feeling. “you’re so pretty ___.” his breath radiating off your skin you felt his lips pampering around your areola. “please don’t tease.” you moan out. “i won’t, i won’t let you wait any longer than you need to.” slipping your nipple into his mouth you felt his tongue swirling around it you subconsciously arched your back against his face in pleasure.

“touch me more..”

he smiled against you, what a sight to see. your nipple in his mouth with his dimples decorating his cheeks- who would’ve thought his smile couldn’t get anymore attractive. he didn’t need to be told twice, you deserved this. he deserved this. this was way better than any bonus he got, you are better.

pushing up your skirt, bunched up around your waist he was quick to place his hand exactly where you needed it. imagine if you had let him leave. “tell me what you want me to do.” his hand rested on your cunt, not moving just laying against your flimsiest panties. you were sure he could feel the pooling wetness through them. he kissed your chest before standing up fully to face you with his hand still cupping your aching pussy

"don't be shy, i know your not shy when it comes to something you want.." he leaned closer, inches away from your lips as his breathing collided with yours making your heartbeat increase. "something you desire.." he smirked, this fucking guy.

his fingers teasingly moving around you gently making you clench around nothing, the aching sensation striking your core intensely you felt your body turning into mush, your mind completely shutting down- there’s always loopholes in everything jaehyun does. "are you gonna tell me what you want now?" his lips sloppy kissing the corner of your mouth. he groaned as you felt his lips placing butterfly kisses sensually on your burning skin.

"tell me." he muttered into your neck, making you tremble under his control.

"w-want you to touch me please.."

"touch you where baby? tell me exactly where you want me to touch you.." you proceeded to kiss and your face reddened at the embarrassment. he wanted you to be vocal and it wasn't something that you were used to- guess we all have to try something new.

"m-my.. my pussy.." wanting to crawl under your desk and hide, never saying those three words together to him in your life. it left you with your heart pounding and the tip of your ears becoming hotter as he lifted his head from your neck after nibbling and kissing on it.

"it wasn't that hard now was it?" he grinned removing his embrace from you only to pull you up from your desk to only flip you around and bend you over roughly.

"what took you so long to just tell me that you needed my assistance elsewhere huh?" his voice boomed, revealing your flimsy panties that barely covered your ass to the male eyeing you from behind shamelessly.

"such a naughty little thing." he beamed as you whimpered biting your lip and looking back to see the man's predatory gaze on your ass, kicking your legs apart to expose you even more from behind.

"the way you look at my hands.. you love them, don't you? you want them in you so bad huh? making you cum just only from my fingers.." and with what you least expected, a harsh impact of his hand colliding with your left ass cheek filled the room making you moan loudly at the sudden impact. you could hear his chuckle as he watched it jiggle, enjoying the sounds coming from you- just as he imagined. "such a fucking slut.." he said aggressively as another slap landed on the same cheek, making you clutch onto the edge of the desk with a gasp leaving you.

"enjoying a punishment from your secretary , imagine the whole board coming in to see you getting fucked by your assistant.."

you imagined the thought of getting fucked by jaehyun, all the girls who gawked over him trying their hardest to shoot their shot only to be rejected nicely by the korean.. now here he was touching you, giving you what all the girls on the floor wanted. your stomach erupted with butterflies at the thought of being caught by anyone you whimpered pathetically as a snicker escaped him. so dirty.

"oh i see, you'd like that wouldn't you? well, you always loved attention, willing to give anyone a show like the cock slut you are.." a harder smack coming in contact as you screamed feeling tears brimming your eyes as he laughed from behind, enjoying your reactions to his manhandling.

you felt his clothed erection rub up between your ass cheeks letting out a broken moan with the thought you finally getting to have that tonight-or so you thought. he began grinding against you as you pushed yourself back to feel him even more, reaching for the side of his thigh to pull him closer, resulting in another harsh slap on your ass again. "no baby, you wanted me to touch you tonight not fuck you.." your head softly dropping down on the desk in defeat as your breathing became heavy. he chuckled at your reaction pulling himself away as he caressed your now reddened ass cheek and the other before spreading them apart.

"shoulda been more specific sweet girl." fuck you jaehyun.

he released his grip as he watched both cheeks fall back into place with small jiggles. he bit his lip as he slipped his fingers sneakily inside of your thong, feeling how wet you became. you gasped as you rose your head up from the cluttered desk to look back at jaehyun who already had his eyes fixed on you with a grin.

"i'm gonna give you one more chance.." he circled your clit as you moaned at the incredible feeling growing from his fingers coming in contact with your sensitive hardened nub.

"how do you want me to touch your pussy?" his voice dropping an octave lower as you groaned, feeling your legs trembling already. "fuck.." you gasped as his fingers circled you a bit faster to gain a reaction from you, itching to hear more of those sinful moans.

"f-finger me jae, two in me.."

you cried out helplessly and desperately as he smiled watching how your body became limp to absorb the intoxicating feeling. he proceeded to rub your clit as you gripped tighter onto the edge of your desk, never wanting this to end.

"good job baby, now your getting the hang of how i run things.." he removed his fingers from your clit with a greedy groan leaving your lips as you felt the feeling slipping away from you quickly. you laid there panting and patiently as you didn't dare want to disobey the male. "be really good for me and i'll give you more later on alright angel?" he became face to face with you as your cheek rested on the desk, bracing yourself for what the man had in store- it sure did seem a bit intense honestly, it made you nervous but you were too needy and desperate to even disagree or even doubt his words.

"y-yes jae." you stuttered unintentionally, watching how his famous smile reappeared across his face. that dammed smile.

he eyed you for a few seconds before he removed himself from the table back to his original spot behind you. you breathed out your mouth as you decided to close your eyes waiting for the man to do something.

he attached his hands back onto your ass, giving it a light smack as you grunted lowly already feeling sensitive all over. he smiled to himself as he used his same hand to touch your aching pussy. he dipped his middle finger into you as you hummed in response, feeling his free hand give you a tougher smack. "m’gonna cum five times for me baby, then i'll properly take care of you and make us both feel good okay?"

"yes.. please.."

he smiled as he now shoved his second finger into you, scissoring you open in a rough motion that automatically made you let out a scream of pleasure. his fingers curled in all the right places as he watched your ass cheeks bounce up against his hand that pounded into you in a fast deep motion.

"jaehyun!" you squealed feeling your legs tremble uncontrollably as he bit his lip with a smirk plastered on his face seeing your head rise from the desk to let your sounds become more audible and if anyone was still here they would pass by your unlocked office hearing you get slutted out by the man himself.

"shit so good..”you grunted already feeling your first orgasm of the night approaching. your pussy clenching and unclenching around his fingers, signaling that you were about to erupt with his continuous fingering. "cum! don't stop.." you squealed as you griped tightly again, feeling your orgasm approach you quickly as you let out a loud cry with him proceeding to hit your g spot continuously.

"jaeh-hyun” you moaned stumbling over his name as you shook uncontrollably to your orgasm filling your body, feeling yourself becoming limp as he held onto his word never stopping as you quickly rode out your high on your way to another one, having you shake and groan from the overstimulation.

"good girl, four more to go."

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honeyhwaaa · 1 year

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my bleeding heart

yunho x reader

warnings: angst, mentions of cheating, manipulation, broken relationship

word count: 1.0k

note: this is my first time writing angst (wish me luck)

summary: you and yunho were always two peas in a pod. for the longest time you let him get away with things he shouldn't have just because of your love for him. what happens when you do what's best for you?

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yunho. your yunho. not anyone else's, yours. the last thing you ever wanted was to leave him, but enough was enough. yours and yunho's relationship was always somewhat on the lowkey side -- you're both committed to each other but with his idol status you were always somewhat in the dark.

you met yunho in high school, your junior year and his senior year and boy was he a heartthrob. he had been a trainee then, not yet debuted in a group like he had always wanted. you weren't popular in school, but you weren't unknown either -- quite the contrast to yunho's impressive reputation.

you two had art class together of all things, and had been assigned to sit next to each other for the year. naturally being a socially awkward person, you had no intentions of even speaking to him. over the course of the year, yunho had grown a soft spot for you. always helping you in class when it looked like you needed assistance, standing up for you when you were too shy to do it yourself, the list goes on. while he had grown soft for you, you had fallen irrevocably in love with him.

at the end of the year, yunho finally had mustered up enough courage to ask you out, and unbeknownst to him, you had wished for that moment all year. working through a relationship with him officially debuting and you still in school was rough, but you two made it work.

once you graduated and started university, yunho and you moved in together in an apartment not too far from your university, or his studio. from there on, life was amazing. you saw yunho all the time (even with his busy schedule) and your relationship was booming. talks of marriage and kids in the future came up frequently on his account, and he couldn't be more excited to spend his life with you, the love of his life. or so you thought.

it was like a switch went off in his head once ateez started gaining hundreds of thousands of fans. you were no longer his priority, looking single and vacant in front of the cameras was his priority. he wouldn't come home until the late hours of the morning, blaming work for his late arrival instead of the very obvious smell of other women and his rustled clothes.

no longer were you his love or his light, you were just his girlfriend that he happened to live with. in the last stretch of your relationship, yunho wanted, craved, to have any and all control over you. you weren't allowed to leave the house unless it was under his approval, friends weren't allowed over, he even wanted you to dress and speak a certain way.

for the longest time you didn't know how to get out, didn't know how to leave him. he was the love of your life, but were you truly his?

the hardest part about his possessiveness, about his control, was that he had free will and you didn't. he never apologized for the cheating, for bringing girls home and sleeping in your bed with them. he was a completely different person; this wasn't your yunho, this was a stranger.

"y/n...y/n!" yunho yelled, abruptly waking you from your sleep. quickly sitting up, you glanced at him, noticing the lipstick stains on his collar. "baby you're finally home! i was worried s-" "you need to leave." he interrupts you. stunned, you look at him in confusion.

"i..i need to leave?" you ask, puzzled. "i need you out of the house for a few hours. work business, you know how it is sweetheart," he says while walking out of the room.

tears are already obstructing your vision, knowing exactly what "work business" he wants to attend to. he's never kicked you out, asked you to leave before, and you were utterly heartbroken.

quickly finding a suitcase, you begin shoving all your things into it, not caring how neat or messy its packed. slipping your shoes on, you walk out of your shared bedroom to see yunho in the living room, repeatedly checking his watch.

"you don't need to pack your things y/n, it's just for a few hours love that's it," he says, walking up to you with his arm open. you look at him, finally letting the tears fall, and see his face fall. "oh honey, why are you crying? did someone upset you?" he says while placing his hands on the sides of your face.

"you. you upset me yunho," you speak, face void of any emotion. he looks confused, but tries to understand what you mean. "i upset you baby? what did i do?" he pushes. "i can't do this anymore yunho, i shouldn't have let you do this to me," you say, pushing yourself from his grasp to grab the rest of your things.

"baby i love you, i don't know what you're talking ab-" "no! if you loved me, you wouldn't have done this to me yunho. i spend every waking moment trying to love you through all of the awful things you have done. i try so so hard, but i can't keep going through this heartbreak. you know exactly what i'm talking about." yunho is silent, knowing that he's been caught, and that you've known for a very long time.

"no baby, you can't do this, you can't leave me," he says, panicked while following you around the house. "yes i can yunho, and i will. you don't love me, and i don't know if you ever did," you sob, making your way to the front door.

"i do love you! i always have!" he counters. "no! you loved how easy it was for you to control me!" you scream, "and i will never let myself be that weak again."

with those last words, you walk out the door, leaving the love of your life sobbing on the floor, reflecting on what he's done; he'll never have you in his life again.

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my heart hurt so bad writing this omg. i love reading angst SO much, and wanted to try it out and this was the final product. happy reading!

#ateez angst #ateez imagines #ateez #ateez fic #ateez fanfic #yunho x reader #kpop #kpop imagines #kpop angst #ateez x reader #ateez headcanons

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planetdream · 2 months

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Types of mafia bosses/position in the gang for skz? I've got the brain rot for this lately I blame the pics of them in suits and shit; I just imagine loads of tattoos too and yep I may do this to myself. But anyways, thoughts? Or thots?

can't wait to find out who of them is the first to get a real tattoo 😻😻 i will go batshit fr but i do love me some good organized crime (goodfellas is one of my favorite movies of all time, and ive written scarface fanfic, been thinking about watching the sopranos) also so so so sorry bc this was sent in may and clearly I took my sweet time answering this 🥺

cw; organized crime (i just love saying that) (non desc.) violence n drugs n sex 😻😻

let me preface this by saying, bear with me, because although i gave this a lot of thought, it lowkey reads like a random cluster thoughts lmao. anyway, i came to the conclusion that if i ever were to potentially expand on this concept more 👀👀👀 that in my head, the boys are split into two crime families, with chan and minho being the two bosses. think of their dorm arrangements (3racha/hyune + minho and the minhoettes; if those are still their arrangements ? lol). i would also say the two families are on fairly decent terms.

chan, or should I say, chris, is the stereotypical mob boss who chooses to shield his lover from the violence and drug side of his work—but has no issue showering them with the drug and violence money. if you haven't seen goodfellas, there's a scene where karen asks henry for money to go shopping before he leaves, and he gives her half of this thick stack of cash before she drops to her knees and well... yeah. not sure why, but it gives channie vibes, imo. like he hates to be pulled away from his work, but if his baby needs him for a few minutes, even an hour or two, it isn't a problem.

i'd say as a mob boss, he's one that lurks in the shadows—he likes to protect his peace, to an extent. he'll pop out and show his face every once in a while to remind others of his territory. he's always going to get his lick back, but he plays things strategically as he's not someone who makes brash decisions; it might not happen now, but it will happen. he also tries to give back to his community and those who raised him within his neighborhood, etc. he's all about strong family bonds and despite him being feared; despite all the blood and threats, the violence and damage; he craves to be loved.

changbin, strikes me as someone who is eternally faithful to the family. maybe..even to a fault (if this were a scorsese film, i feel he'd be one of the last to be murdered; and it probably happens off screen lol). but because he is loyal, he is most definitely chan's second in command, a real right hand man. if anything has happened to chan, then changbin knows that he must not hesitate, he must not mourn or act out—but to learn from chan and play things strategically. he must assume the role of the don. off topic, imo, he's someone that might show off his partner. bringing them to poker nights so all the others can drool over them. his lover is his prize and he'd go above and beyond for them. (has definitely been set up by a lover so he doesn't trust easily, but when he does, whew, he falls head first)

hyunjin is in it for the moneyyyy.. feel like he just wants to show off and get girls (and the mens...👀) and do drugs. he just wants to have fun, most importantly. life is like a video game to him; he's kinda just doing a bunch of side quests—but he knows everyone and everything, a real socialite. kinda perceive him as a friend of the mob who has serious drug connects. since he's everywhere all the time, just being in others business feeling like the cops would be trying for yearsss to pin him on murder or intent to distribute charges but they've only got him for possession once.

now jisung confuses me just a bit. originally i wrote this paragraph about how jisung and felix remind me of lenny from shark tale (another scorsese classic, sorta). they don't seem to be cut out for the life of crime and would rather just leave and be their true selves. but them mfs r not sharks!! leaving can be potentially dangerous and often has consequences (and those two would like to keep their fingers and well, their lives).

that being said, i had been internally debating on whether or not jisung would be perceived as someone who could potentially squeal if pressured heavily—which definitely would affect his rank/status.... but I think he's dedicated to prove himself in the life he was given. likely starts of simple; he's selling drugs n stuff. then, he's even handled a couple hits—so now he's looked at with respect when around everyone. and if he's honest, to be accepted and respected means a lot to him. he almost wears his murder count with such pride. has been told time and time again, not to act irrationally.

minho, is ruthless, and would like for his other half to be equally as ruthless. for that reason, he doesn't care to shield any of his work from you, and often asks for your opinion on things. if you're in the club and somebody hits on you or tries to start shit he wants you to be able to handle yourself; thus he recognizes you are your own person and not his property. i feel like minho would want to damn near fear his lover. yet I also view him as someone who is nowhere near ready for a relationship (doesn't have the time, he says) but is always at the right longitude and latitude to fuck yk?

because min is a scorpio I am also inclined to say that he is also a boss that lurks in the shadows—pulling strings behind the scenes. he's not a show off and he's not much of a talker either so but you better believe his actions speaks volumes. he fears no one and will more than definitely make sure he makes an example out of those who fuck up. low-key god complex; everything works out in his favor, especially if he's the last one standing.

nobody knows felix is apart of a crime family and he likes to keep it that way. he flies under the radar and because of it, he's made things that seem impossible happen. he gives a very trustworthy vibe, people feel comfortable around him—he deceiving them. but it's gotten him certain connections, through certain doors, and he's learned heavy secrets (blackmail champion). his kill count is unknown. no like he flies so far under the radar, not much is known about him. still, he says a lot about himself without saying too much.

thinking that seungmin is minho's right hand—his MOST trustworthy. yet I can also see seungmin as someone who may have ulterior motives: he's making his own moves and plays behind everyones back and can be perceived as untrustworthy if anyone knew simply due to the nature of what he's doing (building his own empire maybe who knows) honestly gives hitman vibes if im real (I think there's a very thin line between hitman and serial killer yk and well...hitmen don't take trophies...) seungmin is fr someone who shouldn't be crossed. isn't into dating but he might fuck around once or twice

jeongin chases that dream to be a Made Man™ since being a kid (similar to henry in goodfellas) I would say that he's really reliable. well, until he's not. he's handsome and the ladies love him, what can he say? thus, he stays IN the club unless there's an important play to be made. he's crossed between living his young life [drugs, parties, fucking] and going for his dreams and really committing to the mob life. every so often he has phase where he's getting back into the loop of things until something traumatic happens then he's off on a 4 day binger,,

very interesting indeed.....would love to chat more on this hmm

#mafia skz #mafia stray kids #skz headcanons #mafia au #stray kids mafia au #ska mafia #literally no idea how to tag this lmaooo #☁️ — daydream.skz

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ratsoh-writes · 2 months

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dealers choice rats~

SO wears a gorgeous swimsuit to the beach and the skellie catches some other people ogling them. do they do anything?

-katana

Sans: nah, they’re just looking. And sans honestly can’t blame them. He’s enjoying the view too. As long as those people don’t start harassing his SO he’s chill about a few harmless stares

Papyrus: he lowkey enjoys the attention his SO is getting! That’s right! That’s his gorgeous amazing, sun kissed, adorable, soft skinned, prettily adorned- many other descriptions- datemate!! Stare in awe!

Star: he might give a few a little leer back, but only if they’re being especially creepy about it. Otherwise Star is more happy to ogle his SO right wiff them lol.

Honey: he doesn’t notice the stares from others. He’s too busy being flustered over how pretty SO looks in their swimsuit. Stars, how did he land that??

Red: oh he notices, and he gives them all his best death glare as he wraps an arm around SOs waist. Reds body language is just screaming “they’re mine, back off!!”.

Edge: he too notices, and while he does possessively hug SO to his side, there’s an element of smugness there too. They’re just jealous SO belongs to edge and not them~

Mal: SO isn’t the only one getting stares here. Mal designed matching suits for them, and they are quite the handsome pair right now. Mal is feeling all kinds of proud of how his swimsuit design captures SOs beauty perfectly.

Cash: they done f*cked up. Cash is a very jealous skeleton, and SO can just see the aggression oozing out of him right now. He’s already plotting many pranks of retaliation for the strangers

Oak: he won’t notice one bit. He’s too busy being harassed by seagulls right now. Somebody save him!

Willow: he’s a mix of proud like papyrus, but a little insecure. Willow rarely wears swimsuits because of how exposed he feels, so he worries he doesn’t look good enough to stand by SO right now.

#undertale imagines #undertale headcanons #undertale #underswap #underfell #swapfell #horrortale

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strawberry-milkbunny · 1 year

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I have no one to talk to about Tokyo Rev so here r my random hot takes that I need to say:

- Emma and Hina r boring and used as romance plot devices it’s okay to admit that Wakui can’t write women idk I don’t expect shounen/men to be able to write girls well (still cried when Emma died tho bc she didn’t deserve it!!!)

- lol I LOVE Yuzuha and Senju tho

- I actually do like Emma and Draken together but I also firmly believe Draken is in love w/Mikey and was just projecting onto Emma LMAO

- Yuzuha is a lesbian

- Controversial: I don’t think Shinchiro was THAT great of an older brother. Like he was cool but he still introduced Mikey and Izana into the world of gang life/normalizing violence and yeah OG Black Dragons isn’t like that but….what do u expect when u form a gang??? .obviously there’s a high chance that it’s gonna develop into LEGIT gang activity

- As an adult and someone who was basically raised by an older sibling w/a big age gap (my sis is 7 years older) I kinda don’t blame Takeomi for being a bad older brother??? Realistically he’s a 17 yr old in charge of raising 2 toddlers like NO SHIT he did a bad job. At least Shin had his grandfather to help out but Takeomi actually had no one. Doesn’t explain y he’s a brokey LOL buttttt again I don’t FULLY blame him for being a bad sibling still hurt my boi Sanzu 😤😤

- I HC that Mikey is used to having a caretaker (Draken and later Sanzu) bc when Shin died he was so depressed and genuinely couldn’t get out of bed

- Takemitchy is also lowkey boring/typical shounen protagonist and canonically stinky like Hina could do sm better. This is personal preference so I find myself wanting more chaotic/dumb protagonists who are slightly morally ambiguous like Denji, Gintoki, hell even Naruto at times. Takemitchy didn’t get character development until BD arc and that’s just a bit too long for me….

- Koko and Inui r gay and dating 💅🏻💅🏻💅🏻

- the Haitani brothers r the kardashians of the TR universe they’re so embarrassing Deadass show up and pose/do absolutely nothing I LOVE THEM SHKSKSKSK

- I love how it’s universally agreed that Mitsuya and Chifuyu r the best bois

- I have mixed feelings about Izana. I genuinely do like him and DESPISE how he’s whitewashed by fanart

- I get it u genuinely just wanted to not be alone and found out ur adopted in the worst way possible but…..idk how that justifies killing ur own sister but u do u ig 🤷‍♀️ and u have KAKUCHO AS UR FAMILY WTH

- don’t listen to me tho I’m a Mikey and Sanzu stan LMAOO 🤭🤭🤭

- Izana is the definition of mommy issues and 100% had crunchy hair lik mans was homeless

- if I saw Izana IRL I would RUN 🏃‍♀️idk he looks a lil crazy

- also this man does not know Tagalog he didn’t even know he was Filipino until he was lik 12

- idk the Tenjiku arc is so funny to me bc Izana is deadass: imma kill everyone in Mikey’s life for revenge and Mikey is lik: bruh I didn’t even kno u existed until last week and now ur killing our sister UNPROVOKED ???

- Bonten!Mikey is a virgin/no libido mans is DEPRESSED

- wished the Bonten arc was longer simply for the outfits bc Wakui KNOWS FASHION but that shit was DEPRESSION

- 3 Deities Arc was amazing and also funny/serious at the same time. It literally was an all out brawl in an AMUSEMENT PARK

- fr tho wtf was Benkei, Wakasa and Takeomi doing there??? Like they’re canonically 27 GO GET A JOB STOP FIGHTING 15 YEAR OLDS SHKSKSKS

- U cannot tell me that Sanzu WASNT sad when Baji and Mucho died.

- Baji was straight up his childhood friend and the only one other than Senju who knows about the plane incident/Mikey’s possessive side. And In the OG!timeline I’m pretty sure Baji was the only friend Sanzu DIDNT attack. While with Mucho he was pretty much his older brother, Sanzu just decided Mikey was better

- Tbh if the dark impulses/Shin thing wasn’t real I would’ve firmly believed Mikey had DID or something. Which again made only worse by the fact that violence and death is such a regular thing in his life (GET THIS MAN THERAPY LIK WTF IS SHIN AND GRANDPA SANO DOING???)

- Kazutora going a lil crazy is lowkey expected and I hate how we only find out about his home life in the character books. This kid grew up in a physically and mentally abusive household (gaslight to pick between parents and as s/o who has experienced that shit it’s fucked up) and I rlly don’t think prison helped out his mental stability either no shit he tried to kill Mikey

- I don’t ship Mikey and Takemichy (despite the IMMENSE gay ness btwn them) firmly bc I think everyone can see how much power Takemitchy has over Mikey idk it has a weird power dynamic like if Takemitchy tried he could 100% control Mikey (platonically or romantically)

- Baji, Chifuyu and Kazutora r a throuple

- I HATE how Sanzu is reduced to this crazy drug addict. Sanzu is canonically smart, manipulative, and formally trained fighter. He also REMEMBERS the OG timeline, he had to experience Shin dying twice and everyone else die no shit he’s a little bonkers/needs drugs to take everything away. Plus his relationship to Mikey which tbh is a whole separate post

- controversial !!!: I ship Mikey and Sanzu or Mikey and Draken. Sanzu only bc this man has a big ass crush and deserves some niceness for once

- ppl write Kakucho as this shy, nice guy like ur not wrong but mans is also running UNPROVOKED into Yakuza offices like it’s the gym while dragging Rindou wit him 😭😭😭

- the haitanis r the best sibling duo

- It lowkey makes me mad in fanfics where Ran is depicted as cheating w/Rin’s gf like??? This man raised his younger brother himself u cannot tell me he doesn’t love his brother and would actually do that to him

- Ran would 1000% do anything for Rin and i firmly believe he kinda regrets not saying anything in court to prevent Rindou frm joining him in jail. Like saying he forced Rindou to kill someone w/him, abusing his brother at home, etc especially in the Bonten! tl he def thinks about wtf he dragged his brother into

- I also don’t think they’ve slept w/ the same person before. Idk I feel like they have diff types like Ran goes for more motherly/mature types while Rindou goes for sweeter/shy types

- Draken has road rage

- Yuzuha should’ve been taller like AT LEAST 5’7 bitch is related to Hakkai and Taiju for gods sake

- OG BD 100% thought Wakasa was a girl for at least a month. He’s canonically 5’3 and pretty.

- Characters who r 100% bisexual: WAKASA, Senju,maybe Hina, Draken (def in denial), Rindou, Ran (he’s a whore as long as ur pretty he’s down), Sanzu, Koko, Kazutora, Chifuyu

- Mitsuya had a crush on Draken

#tokyo revengers #i needed to get this out of my system #bonten #black dragons #tokyo revengers toman #toman gang #tenjiku #mikey sano #izana kurokawa #draken #tokyo revengers sanzu #haitani brothers

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h8ani · 1 year

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Truth or Dare

Part One Here

Pairing: Shikamaru Nara x Reader

Anime: Naruto

Word Count: 2.3k

Synopsis: the events that led to asking your ex boyfriend a simple question from truth or dare

Warnings: Sappy fluffy ass smut, cursing, I’m gonna say the smut is lowkey trash so that’s a warning in itself, I am not good at writing fluff so there’s another warning in itself 😭

A/N - here’s Pt 2! I am not really good at writing fluffy stuff so I tried the best I could 😭 feel free to give your thoughts and opinions!

Shikamaru is a jackass.

That's it, that's the sentence. Point blank period.

Shikamaru couldn't have been further than the boy who you fell in love with. He was cocky, tried showing out whenever you were around now, cracked jokes. He didn't used to be like that, like someone who wanted attention. You liked his laid back attitude, how he always went with the flow, how he didn't care about anything. He didn't care about anything but you at one point in time, but that's in the past now. Now Shikamaru is someone you don't even recognize.

Shikamaru loved you, that you know. You used to love him too, you still do and a part of you knows you always will. He was your everything and you were his, the two of you were always seen attached to the hip in your early days of dating, and even when you were apart the other wasn't too far away.

Everyone used to joke about how you and Shikamaru were together since you both were in the academy, always laughing when you two finally hit your three year anniversary saying that it was much longer than that. You liked him long before he liked you and you being way more pushy about it as a 12 year old girl. Remember the saying about if a boy picks on you then he likes you? That was definitely you to Shikamaru and frankly he thought you were almost as annoying as Naruto was back in the academy. Keyword is almost. He swears up and down if you weren't so cute he would've shadow possessed you off a cliff on graduation day. How you were able to have him fall for you let alone get him to like you back is still a question you always asked yourself and him, even he could never give you a straight answer but you never really cared that much for one. You loved him with everything in your being, you'd jump in front of him any day of the week if it meant he'd stay out of harms way, he felt the same for you which makes everything about the breakup so much more painful to think back on.

You'd be lying if the breakup didn't come as a shock, you felt blindsided. It wasn't too long after your anniversary when he ended things. 16 days after your anniversary but who's keeping track of that? He didn't, you know he didn't. You're still bitter about it, about how abruptly he ended things and walked away like you weren't just planning on moving in with him, like you both didn't have countless talks about your future together, even the late night talks about what your kids would look like and how you two would raise them. All of that must have slipped his mind or he was just talking to talk and never meant any of it at all.

Your feelings and how it's still affecting you is evidence that you loved him and how much you truly did. The bond you had with him hurt too much to break but he did it anyway. You didn't leave your apartment for almost a month having Kakashi push back any missions for you for the time being, Shikamaru went on a mission the very next day seemingly unaffected by severing the tie you two had with one another. He had his missions to think about and all you had was your friends, most stayed neutral to your breakup because no one wanted to choose sides, you wouldn't want any of them to hence why everyone was at Ino's little party.

That party.

That game.

That damn game of truth or dare.

You never liked little party games like that, you never should've picked on Shikamaru for the next question. You blame the alcohol rather than you wanting to get on his nerves in some way after he called bullshit on your answer. Truth or dare was a stupid game and you should've just picked someone else.

~ ~ ~

"So Shikamaru, truth or dare?" You look at him with your arms crossed. He stares right back at you, eyes not leaving yours as he answers.

"Dare."

Of course he'd choose dare. He could never make this easy on you. He never did give you any easy passes even when you were together.

You think for a moment and fight the urge to smile as you speak. "Kiss who you want the most." He blinks and just looks at you, his brows scrunch for a moment. "Unless you can't-"

"Easy." He says as he gets up from his position on the floor. You roll your eyes at his response and lean back into the couch. You watch him as he doesn't even need a second to ponder who he wants to kiss and before you know it he's in front of you. You look up to him confused, Shikamaru leans down and his hand brushes past your cheek to find place at the back of your neck. You can feel your heartbeat in the back of your throat as you see him pause before looking at you. His eyes don't show the playfulness and teasing he had from earlier and you begin to question it.

"What are you-" You begin to speak but are cut off quicker than you started. His hand on the back of your neck pulled you to him, lips crashing into one another and your eyes fluttering shut almost immediately. You kiss back almost instantly and you can't help but not have a single care in the back of your mind about it. The silence from your friends was another thing that you couldn't help but not care about, seeing them watch this happening, nothing mattered to you but this.

You're conflicted, that part isn't going away, you so desperately kissed Shikamaru back after everything that's happened. The pain, the hurt, the heartbreak, yet you still missed his lips on your own. The butterflies in your stomach and the blush on your cheeks immediately counteracting the argument in your head that this was a bad idea because you wanted Shikamaru back more than anything. You missed him, you missed his kisses, you missed the way he'd grab onto your waist pulling you back to him in bed, you missed Shikamaru more than anything.

But the lingering thoughts still run around in your mind.

You could never go back to him no matter how much you missed him. Too much has happened, too much that shouldn't have happened. You'd never get back with Shikamaru.

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You and Shikamaru would never-

Your legs tightened around his waist as he carried you back to his bed, the only sounds in his room were of you two, your kisses, your whispers to each other. He laid you back on his bed, your back melting into his soft mattress as he kisses you harder.

His teeth nipped at your bottom lip causing you to gasp as he slid his tongue into yours. You allowed him to take over, his one hand sliding into yours as his other slid up to your cheek. The subtle softness to the hunger of his kiss balancing each other out and you couldn't help but tighten your legs around him pulling him in closer. His hips slowly grinding into yours while he left your lips, kissing you one last time before looking down at you.

"What?" You say in almost a whisper, he would've missed it if he wasn't so close to you. He just shakes his head in response and kisses you softly, a change of pace from how he was kissing you moments before, his hand left yours before he sat up and removed his shirt quickly tossing it to the side. His hands found their way back to your waist before sitting you up and helping you with taking your clothes off.

He was slow and wasn’t in a rush with you, every button on your shirt he took his time with and a part of you wished he’d be faster with this because it’s just a hook up, at the very least that’s what you thought because why? Why would he want to reopen old wounds? Why would you think that this is anything but sex?

“Baby.” His voice brings you out of your thoughts and you look up at him, eyes wide at his words and a small chuckle comes out past his lips. “You’re thinking too much.” He places a quick kiss to your lips while taking your shirt off and tossing it to the floor. His hand finds it’s way and pushes you back on his bed.

You can’t help but pout at his words, how dare he still be able to read you so easily. How dare he kiss you tonight. How dare he be the Shikamaru you missed oh so much, how fucking dare he.

In the moments of you thinking and distracting yourself Shikamaru removed the rest of his clothing and quickly found his place inbetween your legs, he lined himself up gathering your slick on his dick and you finally glance up at him to see him already watching you. A smile graces his face. “There’s my girl.” You can’t help but let the smile that’s creeping up show as he says that. His girl. Like you never weren’t his in the first place. “Are you ready?” His thumb presses to your clit and moves in quick circular motions, you were already wet, he knew every trick that was your body. You nod quickly and as he leans down to kiss you he pushes in eliciting a deep groan from himself. “Fuck- God you’re so tight still.” His hips slowly roll into you making your pussy flutter around him.

“Faster Shika.” You arch your back slightly, his length hitting that perfect spot in you and he listens, picking up his pace along with the pressure of his thrusts. Each thrust he gave was harder and harder making you see stars with every one.

The small noises that came from you were music to his ears, he missed that sound, he missed you. Shikamaru would never admit this but he was nearing his peak already. He hasn’t bothered to sleep around after parting from you and he didn’t want to, his only release has been his hand and his constant thoughts of you and now that he has you again he doesn’t know how much longer he can last, but it’s like you knew that already. Just like how he remembers every little thing that makes you tick you also know everything about him, you know when he’s close, you know what turns him on, you know Shikamaru better than anyone else.

You clench around him and he about loses it, every little profanity slips past his lips and you watch him as he’s barely holding it together. A smile tugs at your lips and you bring your hands up to hold his face. “It’s okay if it’s quick.” His face heats up in embarrassment and he shakes his head, his fingers find their way back to your clit in response cutting off any other words you were about to say.

“Fuck- I love you. I missed you.” His head drops to the crook of your neck leaving open mouth kisses all along it. “Should’ve never fuckin let you go, I love you so much.” His pace quickens and the only sound that’s heard is the sound of skin slapping skin and the whimper you give out from his confession. “I love you.”

“Shut up Shika-” you begin to speak but his head leaving from the crook of your neck to hovering about your face has the words die on your tongue.

“No, I love you, so let me love you.” He’s adamant on his words and all you can do is nod and allow him to show you. He kisses you putting all the words he couldn’t say behind it, quickly deepening it.

It doesn’t take long for his fingers on your clit to make you cum, your pussy gripping him as he fucks you through your high and you feel his hips stutter, he pulls out and releases on your stomach and not even a moment after he’s getting off of his bed and going to the bathroom to get a warm towel to clean you up.

You two sit in silence as he wipes the towel on your stomach and thighs cleaning you up. The warmth of the towel and the chill in his room is a nice feeling. The silence is nice too but you both understand there’s more to be said.

“Do you want to stay the night?” He glances up at you, a pleading look can almost be seen in his eyes, the uneasiness of his question being heard.

“Yeah, I’d like to.” You give a small smile to him and grab his hand gently tugging him back to you. He grabs his blankets and throw them over you two, pulling you to his chest and holding you tightly to him.

It’s silent for a moment and for a second you think he fell asleep already, his breathing was even and he was silent until you felt his fingers brush against your side. “I do love you, ya know.”

“Then why’d you break up with me.” You say before you can even stop yourself. You can hear him let out a small sigh and bury his head into the back of your neck.

“I was scared and stupid. There’s nothing I can say but that…I’m sorry.”

He’s holding onto you so tight, almost as if you would just get up and walk out of his bed and out of his life. You can feel the slight tremble of his hands against your body and you can’t help but pull yourself out of his grip and turn around to face him. “I love you too, you idiot.” You shake your head at him. “God you’re such an idiot.”

“I have an IQ higher than yours.”

“Then you’re a really big idiot.”

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hyperfixationhobo · 11 months

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✨JEALOUSY✨

One thing I do when it comes to shipping is just thinking of how possessive or jealous said characters of ship would be. It’s like fucking mandatory at this point for me so you know what that means.

ATSV JEALOUSY!!!!

Ships used in this post are my go twos Goldenpunk and Ghostflower cause they’re my OTPs. (Since I’m following the movies a bit let’s just say that Pavitr and Gayatri just has a mutual break up and are besties okay? Okay, we don’t tolerate Gayatri slander here.) No like? No read.

Ok right off the bat Hobie is definitely not the jealous type at all. Nada, zilch, nope. To me he’s just confident and knows that Pavitr isn’t gonna go run off with some random person so he doesn’t really feel the need to be jealous in the first place. But don’t get it twisted there’s a difference between jealousy and anger. Such as if Pav is getting uncomfortable in a situation where someone keeps on trying to push themselves onto him after Pav has said no. Yeah Hobie is gonna threaten the hell out of them but if it continues he’s not afraid to fight. Doesn’t matter if you’re a boy, girl, or whatever you better know sign language cause all you gonna be seeing is hands. He is very big about boundaries and doesn’t play when it comes to it as well.

I can’t really see Gwen as the jealous type. “BuT pAwS DIDNTYOUSEEHERDRAGGINGMILESAWAYFROMMARGO!!!!!!” Yes yes I know I know but this whole thing for me is happening after the whole multiverse chase Miles to the ends of the earth thing happened. So yeah she’ll feel a tad bit jealous when Miles gets flirted on by another girl (he doesn’t even notice that he’s being flirted on unless it’s really obvious let’s be honest) but it’s quickly overridden by guilt that since she betrayed Miles and really hurt him emotionally that yeah maybe he does deserve someone better than me someone that won’t hurt him so badly. Miles is quick to break that train of thought tho. The moment he sees that look on her face he’s quick to realize that he’s being flirted on and wraps his arm around Gwen’s waist and is like “This is my girlfriend Gwen by the way, you two should hang out some time, it sounds like you guys have some stuff in common.” And reassures her that no one in the entire multiverse could ever make his heart race like her.

Miles yeah he’s the jealous type. You can’t tell me this walking ray of sunflowers doesn’t have some type of tiny insecurities after that whole fucking being body slammed into a damm train thing and having someone tell you you’re a mistake thing happen to him. NO ONE CAN WALK OUT OF THAT THING WITHOUT AT LEAST A TINY BIT OF DOUBT. Also it was obvious with anytime Gwen mentioned staying over at Hobie’s during the second movie. He’s not very like obvious with it, it’s more like when he sees someone flirting with Gwen he stands closer to her and “casually” wraps his arm around around her shoulders. He’s basically the song Jealous by Nick Jonas and no one can ever convince me otherwise. He gets why people would flirt with Gwen cause who the hell wouldn’t his girlfriend is fucking amazing but dude back tf up she’s taken.

Pav……this man…this man lowkey fucking possessive. He’s not even fucking subtle about it, while Miles might glare a bit this man is is sending fucking death threats with his eyes. It’s not even from insecurity too this man managed to date Gayatri who is a fucking model and now he’s dating Hobie who was also a fucking model this man is confident as shit. It’s more along the lines that everyone just keeps on fucking staring and flirting with Hobie (and he can’t blame them have you seen his boyfriend?) and honestly it’s becoming annoying to be like “yeah MY BOYFRIEND is amazing isn’t he? I’m so glad we’re dating.” All the damm time cause cause Hobie finds it fucking hilarious when Pav is “jealous”, so he makes it clear that they’re dating from the very beginning. Anytime someone is flirting with Hobie he walks next to his boyfriend and like snatches his hand into his own very fucking obviously. There’s no way people don’t immediately catch on and back off. And we’ve seen the way he’s talked about Gayatri there’s no way he doesn’t gush and go on and on about Hobie and how his boyfriend is so hot and is in the band and can play guitar and has amazing fashion taste and such. He’ll fawn over Hobie to anyone who has ears this man doesn’t shut up.

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Happy Sleepover lovely Kay!!

You know how I love me some Steve Rogers, I’d love to request him with the prompt…

“You have any idea how much I hated seeing someone else touch you.”

Please and thank you!

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ericca!!! thanks for such a fun request ☺️ the inspo jumped out of me on this one (but my apologies for taking so long to get it posted!) and out came a sequel/follow-up to walking the wire!!

would def recommend reading that before you read this (if you haven’t already 😉)

tell me your troubles - steve rogers x fem!super soldier reader (phoenix)

word count: 3k

warnings: lil more than canon-typical violence (i like netflix marvel more than disney marvel these days can u tell), lowkey possessive!steve, heavy make outs, shower sex, oral (f receiving), unprotected p-in-v (they’re supersoldiers ok but wrap it before you tap it) - also russian translations from google so if it’s not right I’M SORRY

Nat gives the order to fall back, and it goes against every fibre of Steve’s being to obey.

They have you. They have his girl.

It’s Nat’s op. She’s in charge, and he knows this isn’t her fault, that she’s not to blame for the fact that you’re not by his side right now, that you’re instead being hauled into the back of a large van, too-thick cuffs banding your arms behind your back. He’s having flashbacks to Berlin, to Bucky in a cage. They put a hood over your head, and you manage to catch his eye before your face disappears from view.

Go.

His every instinct is screaming at him to go after you, doubly so when the van starts to drive away. But there are bombs planted between you and him, obstructing his path. One wrong step, and no amount of super-soldier serum could save him from being blasted apart. And then where would that leave him?

Where would that leave you?

“I want a plan,” he spits as soon as they’re back at the makeshift base they’ve been calling home the last few months. It’s no Stark Tower, but there’s running water and a bed he’s shared with you most nights, a haphazard sign scrawled on the door — Cap & Phoenix. Bucky drew a little cartoon shield and a flame to go along with it.

He sees Nat bristle as he barks his order, but when her sharp gaze flicks to him, something in him softens. He tends to forget, that she cares for you on a similar level to his own affection. Not the same type granted, but the Widow holds you close to her heart, and despite Steve’s own confirmation that Nat’s not to blame for your kidnapping, he can see in her face that she doesn’t think the same.

“You didn’t do this, Nat,” he says, following her into the large office they’ve used to map out missions. Bucky and Sam make themselves scarce, disappearing from the corner of Steve’s vision. “We all knew there was a risk.”

“She was right there,” Nat replies, shaking her head, sinking into a crouch in front of the table, surveying the map you’d all reviewed before leaving. “She was right there, and I let them grab her.”

“We couldn’t have known they’d have the capability, the means to—”

“This is my fault, Steve.”

“It’s not,” he reiterates, hand clenched into a fist, knuckles pressed to the table. “I know it, Phoenix knows it. But letting it get the better of you isn’t going to bring her back. You think you made a mistake, then fix it. We find her.” He plants his other fist. “No matter the cost.”

Nat arches one perfect brow, and he can already see the wheels turning behind her eyes. “Sir, yes, sir.”

Tracking you down is the easy part; recovering you proves to be a touch more complicated.

Natasha’s plan is airtight this time, outright refusing to split the team, the four of them moving through the building silently. They have each other’s backs, and soon enough, they’ll have you. But it’s a maze from the moment they step in. The map they have is accurate, but it’s more heavily guarded than they’re anticipating. Nat and Bucky both put men down with acute precision — assassin precision — and Steve finds himself lagging behind Sam, his knuckles aching from the sheer number of punches he’s delivered.

Part of him feels naked without the shield. He gave it up for a reason, before he had you. It’s something he’s talked through over and over, you sprawled on his chest, chin propped on the back of your hand, watching him talk as he stares at the ceiling.

Talk to me, drevniy. Tell me your troubles.

That last night, before the mission went awry, it was the same. He’d talked himself in circles, until his voice went hoarse and he was losing himself to the soft press of your body against his, and then all he really wanted to lose himself in you instead, so he did.

You held him close after and murmured something in Russian he couldn’t quite make out. He lifted his head to ask you what the words meant, but you kissed him before he could get the question out, and you’d drifted off to sleep a few minutes later. He didn’t have the heart to wake you.

Damn the shield, he thinks now, trying not to flinch when Bucky pulls the trigger on his gun, more men dropping to the floor. Damn it all.

They round a corner, and Steve nearly crashes into Nat’s stalled figure.

“Hello, Captain.”

You’re strapped to a chair. Restrained nearly the exact same way that Bucky was back in Berlin. Only him, the man Steve had watched cart you away, he’s got his hand knotted in the back of your hair, your head yanked back, your throat bared, a large knife pressed against it. It could be steel, but Steve would bet good money it’s vibranium.

Steve darts forward, but Nat throw her hand out, stopping him. She tilts her chin imperceptibly, and Steve’s eyes follow the direction, spotting a generator in the far corner. From the corner of his gaze, he sees Bucky catch on, and wordlessly, the plan is formed.

“Let her go,” Steve calls to your captor, and when the man starts laughing, Bucky slinks into the shadows, towards the generator. Nat raises her gun, aiming at the thugs flanking either side of your captor, and Steve’s hands clench into tighter fists.

“I would not do that if I were you, Captain Rogers,” the man taunts, waving a finger in the air. “You have not even heard the bargain I propose, for the return of your sweet Phoenix.”

“I don’t make it a habit of bargaining with kidnappers,” Steve returns, and the man yanks your hair back harder. He can hear your slight whimper from where he stands. “Let her go, and maybe I let you live.” From the corner of his eye, he can see Bucky near the generator, hidden by the shadows — perks of super-soldier sight and stealth.

The man starts laughing. He sees the glint of the knife press against your neck, and a single drop of blood beads along the blade. Nat’s eyes cut to Steve’s, he nods, and Bucky’s metal fist connects with the generator, sparks flying as the room is plunged into darkness.

It comes in flashes. Bullets spark through the air as Nat takes down the two thugs who have started running for them. Bucky shoots forward, yanking the metal away from where it’s restraining your arms and pulls you out of the chair. Steve disarms your captor, the knife now streaked with your blood, but before he can do anything else, you grab it from him, whipping it over your shoulder. The blade buries itself in your captor’s chest, and the man drops instantly.

Steve reaches for you, hauling you into his arms, and you cling to him as you all turn tail, heading out of the building. It’s not until you reach the Quinjet that Steve finally feels relief, but remembers the blood and takes you to the back of the jet while Nat and Bucky prepare for takeoff.

“Let me see,” he murmurs, and wordlessly, you push your hair away, baring your neck to him. The scratch is barely visible, already just the remnant of a scar, but Steve knows it won’t go away, not completely. He wipes the blood gingerly from your skin, his movements gentle even though he knows he can’t hurt you, not truly.

His brow furrows as he looks the rest of you over. There are no other obvious injuries, or evidence of them. Your clothing is tattered, dirt and grime smeared on your skin, and there’s a brightness in your eyes that he hasn’t seen in a long time — not since they pulled you out of that lab.

“I’m fine, drevniy,” you say, grabbing his wrist when his attention falls back to your neck, to the tiny scar now there. “It will take much more than a scratch like that to take me from you.”

Steve bristles at the mere thought. He feels like a live wire suddenly, exposed, vulnerable. You tug on his hand, pulling his palm until it rests over your heart, until he can feel the rapid beat if it against his skin. You lean up, fitting your lips to his pulse, a soft kiss to his throat. His whole body feels tight as a bowstring, and while the feeling of you has soothed it some, he can’t shake it.

“Steve,” you call, your voice low, almost cajoling. Suddenly, he feels guilty. You’re the one who was kidnapped; he should be comforting you, not the other way around. The corner of your mouth lifts. “Tell me your troubles.”

He groans, and the tether on his restraint snaps. Both his hands move to your face, cupping your cheeks in his palms. He hears your quick intake of breath right before his mouth covers yours, and you sigh into him, your body relaxing almost completely in his grip.

“You have no idea,” you murmur, and the purr in your voice makes his tac pants grow tight, “how much I missed your touch.”

“Baby,” he nearly growls, pushing you back against the metal wall of the jet. You’re tucked in the corner now, out of sight of Nat and Bucky, and Steve’s plan forms quicker than Nat’s rescue had. “I need you right now.”

Your breath hitches high, the noise catching in your throat, and Steve’s hands drop from your face to your waist, tugging your hips until they’re flush with his. “Right now?” you ask, a teasing smile on your face. “Buck’s hearing is as good as yours is, Steve. You want him hearing you take what’s yours? Want him to know what I sound like?”

The reminder tugs his restraint back into place. Something deep in his chest, something feral and wild, growls in response. Mine. He lifts you until you’re high enough to wrap your legs around his hips and his fingers press into your sides, feeling the rush of your blood beneath your skin, the heat of it.

He kisses you until the jet touches down again.

As soon as the ramp lowers, he hauls you over his shoulder and stalks down it, his boots clanging against the metal. He barely hears Nat’s low chuckle behind him and grinds his teeth when you palms settle on the small of his back, fingers tapping random patterns against his skin.

Once you’re inside, he heads straight for the bathroom you’ve been sharing. You barely get a word out as he turns the water on, nearly as hot as it’ll go, just like you like it. When he turns back, you’re naked, and more relief blankets him when he sees you’re untouched, unscarred.

“You’re wearing too many clothes, Captain,” you grin, and Steve backs you against the wall, desperate to feel your bare skin against his. You bite your lip as his palms skim up your ribs, but he feels your hands on his belt, unhooking it with ease. But then the light in your eyes changes, and as his belt thunks to the floor, your hand roves up his chest, two fingers tucked under his chin, tilting his face to yours. “I knew you’d come for me.”

Something in his chest cracks. “Of course I did. I…”

He’d barely let himself feel it, when he saw you there, strapped to that chair, that man’s hands on you, the knife at your throat. The…intensity, the way he instantly knew he would do whatever was necessary to get you back. If Nat hadn’t pulled his focus, pointed out the more sensible path, he can only guess what might have happened, what mess he might have left behind.

Your palm, light against his cheek, pulls him out of his head. “Hey, come back to me,” you call, your voice so soft, so sincere, it pushes away the violence in his head, the guilt that threatens to brew over things he hasn’t even done. “I’m here, krasivyy. Alive. Intact. Yours.” You get closer, your nose brushing his, lips grazing his when you speak. “Only yours.”

“Mine,” he repeats, like the word might bring him back down to earth. His hands grip your hips, lifting you with ease, growling when he feels your legs wrap around his waist. “Watching him touch you, you have no idea how I…” He bites off the sentence with a groan as you grind against him, your bare core leaving a wet patch on the spot just above his waist. Keeping you in place with his hips, he rips the shirt off, tossing it away as he pushes at his pants, barely getting them down his legs before his cock is springing free. The head taps between your legs and it makes you squirm.

“I’m yours, drevniy,” you say, and the nickname once made him bristle, but now it just lights a fire in his chest. “Only yours. No one else gets to touch.” You lean up, pulling yourself against his chest, nosing at his neck, scraping your teeth at his earlobe. “Just you.”

Steve growls again, holding you against him with one arm, wrenching the shower door open with the other. You hiss when the water hits you, but the sound drags out into a low moan as he positions you beneath the spray, steam filling the stall, smudging your outlines.

He lets his hands roam, massaging your limbs, cleaning the dirt from your skin. You hum along with his movements, your head tipping back between your shoulders when he works your chest, wiping away the dried blood and grime. Then he walks you back, pushing you against the tiles. You gasp when your back touches them, the porcelain so much colder than the water, but Steve’s made up his mind.

He starts at your lips. Kisses you rough, bites at you bottom lip, pushes his tongue past your teeth to tangle with yours. When your hands move to grip his hair, wet strands wrapped around his knuckles, he groans into your mouth, drags his lips along your jaw, down your throat.

He bends slightly, tracing your collarbones with his tongue. Your hands don’t leave his hair, only gripping tighter as he moves down, nose dragging along your sternum. But then he pauses, cheats left, scraping the scruff of his jaw along the curve of your breast. You breathe out his name when he closes his lips around your nipple, giving you just the edge of his teeth, pinching the other between his knuckles lightly before rolling it between his fingers.

“Steve.”

He grins against you, sure you can feel it as he pulls back, satisfied only when he sees your nipple is peaked, tight from his attention. Then he does it all over again on the right, only stopping when you tug at his hair, a panting mess as you look down at him, your eyes heavy-lidded with lust.

“What are you…” you start to ask, but the words drop off into a moan when he drops to his knees, using his shoulder to wedge your legs wide, leaning in to bite the inside of your thigh.

“Appreciating what’s mine,” he replies, tongue soothing the spot he bit. “Too much?”

You shake your head, rolling it against the tile, a blissed-out smile on your face. Fuck, he missed you. Can’t imagine his life without you. “Never,” you reply, meeting his gaze again. “Prityazhatel'nyy padezh.”

Steve’s brow lifts, and he puts his face against your thigh again, dragging his tongue up toward the heat between your legs. “Translate, please.”

“Possessive.” You moan the word, one hand staying in his hair while the other reaches up to squeeze at your breast. “Fuck, I should have gotten myself kidnapped a long time ago.”

The thought makes him see red, and you squeal as he grabs both your thighs, throwing them over his shoulders and diving straight between your legs.

“Steve!”

He eats your pussy like he’s never done before. Nips and sucks and licks until your thighs are quaking around his ears, until your cries bounce off the tile walls. You’re an oasis in a desert, his first meal after being starved for days. You’re everything.

You’re his.

He doesn’t stop until you cum, your hand an iron vice against his scalp, tugging so hard it gives him just that little twinge of pain, and he’s reminded how evenly matched you are. He takes everything you have to give, drinks down every drop until you’re pushing at him, overstimulated, body lax in his grip. He works his way back up to standing, worshipping you on the way up the same as he had on the way down. Your chest heaves against his as he pushes his body against yours, caging you in against the wall, keeping you safe.

“Tell me something,” he asks, and you nod, the movement lazy, your hands dragging up and down his ribs as he straightens, reaches up to brush a wet strand of hair from your face.

“Mm?”

Steve leans in, nosing at the curve of your jaw before pressing a soft kiss to your throat. “How do you say I love you in Russian?”

Your whole body jolts as the words fall past his lips, and he chuckles into your skin, pulling you even closer, wrapping his body around yours. Your head tips back, eyes trained on the ceiling, but you hold him just as close. “You’re going soft, drevniy.”

“Only for you,” he replies, nipping at your throat. “Yours, remember?”

Your quiet laugh seems to echo around the shower until you speak again. “Ya tebya lyublyu.” You say, and Steve gives his best repetition, earning himself another chuckle from you. After his second try, your eyes lower, and he sees the wetness in them. “I love you, too.”

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