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angelictrl · 3 years

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hi!! i saw ur yttd reqs are open so can i req shin tsukimi with handholding/cuddling hcs (or imagine however u feel like writing it)

i love the way u write him sm 😭

CUDDLING/HANDHOLDING WITH SHIN.

OHMYGOSH U HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH THIS MADE MY NIGHT, NONNIE ! THANK U SM !! ur so sweet, im glad sm people like the way i write him !!! im gonna sob /gen /pos

SHIN TSUKIMI/SOU HIYORI

dear lord, spare this poor fool. he's so touch starved and all he wants to do is cling onto you, but his stupid thoughts and tendency to second guess keeps steering him to only give you the bare minimum of affection because he's so unsure of himself.

not to sound like one of those people who claim that their favorite has never done anything wrong ever and is completely innocent, but he's really, truly, a soft and somewhat pure boy at heart. at least, he was before the death game had occurred ^^;;

but deep down, there is a part of him that's still like that and he longs to just smother you in affection with absolutely no care in the world. kinda highkey like a lovesick puppy. it's kind of cute ... and sad ...

speaking of being a lovesick puppy ! when he's sleepy, that's the time he's most likely to initiate any cuddles or kisses. his brain is too fuzzy and he's too groggy to be stiff and alert at that time.

so feel free to grab his face and smother him (note ;; he loves it when you give him fat smooches to his cheeks <3) in kisses as he sits there in front of his computer all hunched and blushy trying to comprehend what just happened with a confused look on his face.

his shiny blue eyes will be squinting while his face continues to slowly grow red. at this point, you can't tell if the computer is malfunctioning and the reflection is being shown in shin's eyes or if the guy is actually malfunctioning himself LMAO

if he had a bad day and you guys are a little further into your relationship, expect him to come home and drop everything he's holding (including his jacket, scarf, and beanie) and just cling onto you like a koala from behind.

it doesn't even matter what you're doing. making dinner ? cling. watching a movie ? side cling. laying down in bed ? clinging and spooning ! what a win-win.

you'll feel the brush of his soft and fluffy teal hair as he buries his face into your neck and whines about his day, first groaning and complaining about the thing that ruined it before showing his more loving and brighter side while planting innocent pecks to your neck.

onto handholding ! ehehe, he's sososo shy. he has the guts to give you pecks and maybe some full on kisses at times, but handholding is somehow ? more intimate to him ?? and he feels so stupid for feeling that way about it, bless his little heart </3

as time goes by, he opens up a lot more to you whether or not it's intentional. expect him to be a lot more expressive, shy, and flustered behind closed doors and more teasing and seemingly indifferent in public.

though he barely says so, he loves holding your hand. his hands do that weird thing where his palms are warm but his fingers are freezing cold ? plus, he's constantly cold in general if you couldn't tell from his forgotten memories and the way he dresses, so he likes to do something that seems simple and yet is a sign of affection towards you.

bonus ! ;; being the little brat he is, he likes to startle you out of nowhere with his cold and almost bony fingers. he's got slender hands, so he's pretty nimble and will quickly put his fingers under your shirt and onto your sides with a small mischievous snicker until you swat him away.

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blushnote · 3 years

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↳ dom!wonwoo smut

a/n: HELLO. i’m sure everyone is wondering what’s going on and WHY i’ve been absent for a few months. put simply: things got hectic and i needed a break! i’m not saying i’ll jump back into being completely active again, but that i’m going to come on as often as i can! (which might be every few days or so! i apologize!!)

as a treat for everyone - this features rich girl wonwoo! <3

wonwoo stands at the street pole, conversing with his friends. the bar is unusually crowded. mostly likely because it’s a friday and there isn’t much else the townspeople would rather do than get plastered, forgetting the atrocities of work. his friend extends a box of cigarettes to wonwoo, offers him one, but he shakes his head.

since getting involved with you, wonwoo has attempted to forfeit smoking. it has always been something he’s done to pass the time at the street corner. plus, he likes the idea of blowing a big, stinging cloud right into someone’s face when they give him attitude.

instead wonwoo suckles on a lollipop that tastes like an artificially sweet strawberry, pushes up the bridge of his glasses, and folds some silvery hair under his beanie. he knows it’s about the right time for you to be returning from that dinner party your parents forced you into attending.

as wonwoo’s friend exaggerates a tale about getting into a fist-driven confrontation at a bus stop last week, someone strutting by on the packed street bumps wonwoo’s shoulder.

“choose a better place to stand.” the stranger rumbles, agitated.

wonwoo flicks up his middle finger indifferently. “fuck off.” he grunts, the fog of his breath appearing in the night air.

he’s feeling sort of agitated himself. your parents have tethered you to a leash lately, forcing you to all these fancy gatherings and opening ceremonies and dinners. to put it frankly – wonwoo misses you. your laugh, your eyes, the texture of your skin, your voice in his ear. he’s been wanting an excuse to get his hands all over you. every single inch.

that’s when he hears the ding in his jacket pocket. looking away from the dramatic enactment involving his friend driving a fist into his palm, wonwoo checks his phone to see a text from you. a series of images.

23:28 // JPEG.1034

23:28 // JPEG.1035

23:28 // JPEG. 1036

the three pictures load. he chokes on his breath.

23:28 // i know u don’t like when i spoil my lingerie but.

23:28 // don’t i look so cute :( so fuckable?? im srry but I had to :(

his teeth crack the strawberry lollipop into sugary shards in his mouth. that lace is squeezing your flesh in all the right places. the picture with your fingers splayed teasingly over your underwear, hiding your core, it’s enough to make him shudder, salivate even. he’s officially ignoring his friend’s story by tapping a reply, fiddling with the thin stick in his mouth.

(ww) 23:30 // u free now? head to my place.

he receives an answer immediately.

23:30 // hmmm why?

(ww) 23:30 // u know why. don’t act like such a brat.

already, wonwoo can sense the desire form inside him. pounding almost. like a second heartbeat. you’re usually compliant and bending to his carnal whims. maybe all this time away from each other has you forgetting just how well wonwoo can fuck that stubbornness out.

23:30 // it’s new. i don’t want u ripping anything!!

(ww) 23:30 // idc.

23:30 // so mean!! not even gonna let u touch me now :-)

(ww) 23:30 // yeah. ok. we’ll see about it then.

after sliding his phone back in his pocket, wonwoo glances briefly in through the bar window. he sees a bartender pour a glass full of ice cubes before sloshing in a surge of alcohol. at that, wonwoo gets an idea. when his friends question about why he’s leaving so suddenly, he smirks.

“need to teach someone how to behave.” wonwoo shrugs before jogging quickly across the street.

“i’m not gonna tell you again. keep your fuckin’ thighs spread nice and wide for me or else i won’t let you cum – not even once. you understand?”

a harsh dip in your stomach suggests the breath you just inhaled. after a moment of silence, he hears you comply, and watches with his hungry, intent gaze as your legs part open for him. wonwoo has been teasing you with a bowl of ice cubes. at first, he held them to your nipples, had you whimpering into his mouth while he simultaneously rubbed his tongue against yours. but the real fun began when he introduced the ice cubes to your lower region. it was a very different punishment compared to his past endeavours, a tantalizing one.

wonwoo returns the cube to the nook of your inner thigh, then creeps it slowly toward your core. you’re beginning to tremble with the restraint required to not snap your legs shut. the ice cube ghosts transiently up your slit, a contact you had yet to experience, and a beautiful gasp tears from your lungs. he swears that you leak even more onto the sheets.

he takes the cube away, then drags his warm tongue from the bottom of your pussy right to the top, delivering a slow, flat lick which tastes sweet and cold and makes him so unbelievably dizzy with how much he loves it.

“w-wonwoo, please, pl-please keep going.” you stutter, opening your thighs even wider to invite his tongue.

he shakes his head. “what else did i tell you? don’t ask me to do anything. you’ll lie there and you’ll fuckin’ take it.” smiling, wonwoo issues a tight grip on the ice cube and presses it right into your clit. you whine sharp and loud, your hands traveling all over your body in confusion, not sure if it’s more pleasure than pain, or a hot mix of both.

“or are you still interested in acting like such a brat, hm?” wonwoo utters in his deep voice. “ like a smug little princess who thinks she can tease me whenever she wants and she’ll still get my cock all the way inside her? nice and full, just how she likes it. is that it, babygirl?”

he feels the ice melt under his fingers. you can hardly piece together a response, just a very incoherent, “no wonwoo” as tears start slipping down your cheeks. wonwoo takes the cube away, then massages your clit with his thumb, warming you up slowly. a few jolts pass through your body. he can tell you’re falling apart inside with how badly you want to cum, though wonwoo had strictly told you to hold it. he rubs and rubs and rubs, barking at you to control yourself, your pussy so slippery with arousal that it’s running all down your skin and wetting the bed.

right when he feels you’re about to snap, wonwoo completely removes his touch. you wail at that, suckle in a shaky breath and cry his name.

“please, wonwoo! i-i’m sorry, m’soso sorry! i’m sorry for acting so bratty and sending those pictures, t-teasing you like that! but i just c-ccan’t take this anymore. treat me however you want, but please let me cum!”

he’s truly missed the sound of you begging for him. his cock twitches in his pants, reminding him of how hard he currently is. each time you cry the boy’s name in such a lewd manner, there’s another surge of pleasure and he aches even more, to the point where he could cum just from touching himself over his clothes. still, wonwoo must ensure you’ve really learned your lesson. so, he offers you a deal. he’ll get to watch you pleasure yourself with the ice cube until he cums.

and so wonwoo sits in a chair based at the end of the bed, a hand stuffed down his pants, watching you swirl an ice cube at your sensitive core. he guides you every now and then: “hold it right there, pretty baby. let it melt all the way down. that’s it, sweetheart. n-now rub it, okay? f-finger yourself too. nnrgh, f-fuck. fuck you sound so wet. m’gonna c-cum—”

his strokes lash faster until wonwoo’s head rolls back against the chair, his eyes blinking shut while he chases his high. he hears you continue to whine as he cums, his cock throbbing in his hand, still so hard and heavy. in fact, wonwoo requires a moment just to breathe and let the heat circulate properly through his body.

with his fingers covered in the sticky mess of his cum, wonwoo approaches the bed again, fingering it as deep as he can inside you. he’s unable to remove his gaze from the filthy sight. there’s something so raw and intimate about watching his own seed getting pumped into you that sets his whole body aflame. he decides to let you orgasm as well, stimulating your g-spot consistently, letting you clamp down tight and ride his hand until you’ve got a full fix.

wonwoo supposes he’s done his job.

“i don’t think i’ll ever be able to look at an ice cube the same way again.” you laugh, sitting back against the headboard, tucked into his t-shirt.

drawing a warm washcloth between your thighs, wonwoo blinks at you, a very sly grin forming on his mouth. he plants a kiss on your nose.

“good. means it worked.” the boy says.

he folds the cloth over and finishes the last of his cleaning, ensuring there’s nothing more of his fluids that are still leaking out or anything sticking from your orgasm. grabbing your overnight bag off the floor, wonwoo pulls out a fresh pair of underwear and helps you slide into them. your lingerie sits in a pile off to the side, a few lace straps ripped.

“sorry about your little outfit.” wonwoo apologizes, staring at you earnestly. “it was pretty. you look good in everything.” he squeezes your hip and presses a soft kiss to your lips.

“it’s okay.” you murmur. “i’ll order something even better. and i’ll surprise you with it. maybe for your birthday. sound good?”

“mmhm.” wonwoo purrs, pulling you down with him to cuddle up close for the night.

“as long as i can take it off you, sweetheart, i’m fine with that.”

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myveryownserendipity · 6 years

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Actions speak louder than words - 2x08 alternate ending

So, I’ve never written for Riverdale before, but after that traumatic episode, I had to do something about it. Also, english is not my first language so I apologize in advance. Hope you like it! :)

ps: for some reason there’s some random spaces that I was not able to fix, sorry!

After the party, Archie went home helpless. After the night he had, he just wanted to sleep. Once he arrived at his room, he realized going home was not the best idea. His room screamed Veronica, all their moments came to mind and, as if memories were not enough, her blue velvet coat was still at his night stand, from 2 days ago when she left in a hurry after her parents told her they were going to be home soon. Her perfume was still as strong as it was when she was there, or maybe it was his imagination, trying to keep any part of her close. Archie couldn’t tell at this point.

He changed his clothes and threw himself at the bed. Nothing but the raven haired girl came to mind. He wasn’t getting crazy right? He had the right to be upset with the situation. He loved her, and it sucks not being loved back. But he also thought about her feelings. He was an idiot for forcing her to say it. He realized that now. Does it even mean something if the person doesn’t say it spontaneously? Did she even want to say it? Did she even feel it? Tired of torturing himself, he decided to go downstairs for a bit. When he reached the living room, he jumped. There, laying on the couch like dooms day had arrived, it was his beanie wearing best friend. “Jug? What are you doing here?” Archie asked getting closer. “Sorry, I didn’t feel like going home and Pop decided to close after midnight ever since he got the call from the Blackhood. So I decided to take advantage of the spare key I still have.” “No, its fine. But are you okay?” Jughead moved his legs out of the couch to make room for his friend. “Is any one of us okay, ever?” he laughed “I don’t know, man. It feels like every time I find some support to do better in life or something, it slips right under my feet, and I’m taking everyone around me down too.” Archie frowned. He knew Blackhood was still out there, and that the Serpent Charmer was no closer of giving Jug a break, even if he denied it so fiercely. Although Jughead was a tough guy, and he had reached rock bottom many times before, Archie had never seen this much darkness surrounding his friend. “What happened? I mean, besides everything else?” Archie asked. “I don’t want to talk about it, really. What about you? Usually when you go for late night rendez-vous you wear more than just boxers, at least until you’re alone with your raven-haired half.” Archie sighed and threw himself deeper into the couch, closing his eyes. “Veronica, yeah, that’s the last person who would talk to me right now” “Why?” “I don’t wanna bother you with my drama, Jug, you’ve already got to much on your hands.” “Maybe some of my wise words would help solve your lovers quarrel. I need to get my head of my self-inflicted problems anyway.” “I told her I loved her” Archie said, opening up his eyes. Jughead just stared back at him “She didn’t say it back. Every time I tried to talk to her about it, she completely shut me out. So at the Whyte Wyrm, I tried so hard to understand her but I don’t know, I was such an idiot, Jug. I was angry, I don’t know. Then she broke up with me.” Jughead raised his eyebrows in shock and thought about hugging the redheaded guy, but he was not emotionally able to give support in case Archie started crying, and it seemed he was about to. Instead, he put a hand on his shoulder. “I don’t understand. I mean, I do, when I told Betty I loved her, I was afraid too. But it didn’t matter if she said it back or not. I just wanted her to know. What I don’t understand is why Veronica would break up with you. But I’m not surprised that she avoided talking about it.” “Maybe she doesn't love me. She saw that I was serious and she wasn’t up for it, I don’t know.” “But you said you were an idiot” Archie put his head between his hands, hoping it would stop hurting. “And judging by the way she walked out of that stage, she was hurting.” “I know. Right before we sang I was mean to her. But I don’t wanna think about it, Jughead, we’re over.” “Look, Archie, she might not have said anything, but she does love you, or care about you deeply. With all the hurting from your dad’s shooting, when you went nuts with the red circle thing, all that, she was right next to you. Hell, even when Betty was being blackmailed, and we did the stupid race. She was there for you. And Veronica had her own problems with her dad and everything, and she still made the effort” He paused, seeing how Archies face had change. “I’m not a Lodge expert, but didn’t she even shot a gun to stop your nonsense fight with the Serpents?” Archie looked surprised at his friend, with a shy smile on his face “How do you know about that?” “Sweet Pea told me.” he said with a grin “ Veronica is a tough girl, Archie. But deep down she has issues like every one of us, and judging by her father figure and suspicious mom, I wouldn’t say love is something that casually comes around her.” Archie stopped to think as realization hit him. He was so blind. Veronica had stuck with him through it all. All the times he went crazy, when he was in pain because of his father, when he wanted revenge from the Blackhood. She believed him when he told her that her father kinda inspired him for that awful video. She politely but firmly asked him what was going on in his mind, listened and even suggested therapy for heavens sakes. Actions truly do speak louder than words, and he had been a fool to think otherwise. “You are so right, Jughead. I’m such an idiot, why do I keep hurting everybody that I care about?” “Welcome to my world.” he grinned, but his eyes showed that he didn’t find it funny at all. “I should go talk to her.” Archie said standing up, heading to his room. “Archie, it’s literally 3am. If the Blackhood doesn’t find you, Hiram Lodge will before you can even set foot at the Pembrooke.” “You’re right.” Jug just nodded. “Well, I think I’m going to try and get some sleep. Maybe my head will be well enough to talk to Ronnie tomorrow.” “One last thing: how come Veronica had a gun?” Jughead asked the question that was on his head ever since the talk with Sweet Pea. “It was mine, I had asked her to fetch it for me. I was way over my head.” Archie said, passing a hand through his hair. “Where did you hide it?” “Inside a toilet, at the boys locker room at school.” “So you’re telling me that Veronica Lodge, our very own New York princess, put her manicured hand inside a toilet at the boys dirty locker room? At school, after dark?” “She sure did, while wearing a cape” Archie chuckled. “And you still had any doubt about her feelings for you?” Jug smiled and took his beanie off while laying on the couch. Archie took this as his cue to leave him be. “Thanks for the talk, Jug. Whenever you’re ready to talk about you, I’m here.” “Yeah, yeah” Archie went back to his room with a clear mind. He had to talk to Veronica. He wanted to do it in person though. He was not about to screw up again. So, with an apology speech in mind and the image of Ronnie smiling in bed engraved in his brain, he fell asleep.

The next morning, Archie was thinking about the best place to talk. If he texted her asking to meet somewhere, he knew she wouldn’t come. So, the best option, oddly, was going to the Pembrooke, and he would only leave if Hiram Lodge himself dragged him out of there.

Veronica woke up with a heavy feeling on her chest. She spent hours crying before her tears put her to sleep. She would need many face masks and at least a week of good sleep to get rid of the dark circles under her eyes.

Her first thought was calling Archie, telling him to come over because her parents would be out all morning, or suggest breakfast at Pop’s. Then it hit her again. Tears came back to her eyes and she blinked to avoid them. She thought to herself that no, she would only hurt him more if they kept their relationship. Or you could admit to him and yourself that you love him, a little voice told her in the back of her mind.

She went to the bathroom to wash her face, then to the kitchen to help herself to a nice cup of coffee. When she came back to her room, she was greeted by her beeping phone.

Ronnie, I’m downstairs. Can we talk? I’m in front of the Pembrook Please don’t ignore me, Veronica. Are u there?

Go home, Archie she answered

No.

Please, just leave, my parents are here

No they’re not, I saw them on a car on my way here

Just my luck, she thought to herself. Maybe if they did talk, they could work things out, be friends at least. She was hurting so badly, she didn’t know if she could face him. But she also knew Archie Andrews, and he would climb the building if he had to. She went to the intercom and told the doorman who shared shifts with Andre to let him in. Not even a couple minutes later, she heard the doorbell. Drinking a huge sip of her fresh coffee, she went to open the door. When she saw him, messy hair and dark circles, wearing his typical Archie jeans-and-letterman-jacket, she felt her heart sink. She stepped aside to give him space to enter the apartment. “Archie, what are you doing here?” “I’m sorry, Ronnie. I truly am.” He started, reaching for her, but she took a step back. “You pressured me, and you were rude to me, and I do not think you understand me at all.” she said, trying to look anywhere that was not him. “I know that. I had no right to do it. What I said was stupid, I was just insecure and hurting. It doesn’t justify my behavior but I’m truly sorry.” Veronica went around the couch and put her mug on the coffee table, sitting on the couch. Archie followed and sat close enough to be intimate but far enough to give her space. Incredible, he though, staring at her wearing silk pajamas sitting at her living room. She is beautiful. But he knew that already. And he also knew that the hurting in her shiny brown eyes were his fault. “I warned you I did not have the bandwidth to explore anything when we first started this, Archie. I don’t know if I can give you what you want.” “I want you, Ronnie. It was my mistake and it kills me that I hurt you. I know that.” “But it’s my problem too, Archie!” she exclaimed, looking into his eyes for the first time since he arrived “I have problems, commitment issues, I don’t know how to call it. But I do know that I’m not going to keep you on hold while I have to figure myself out.” “I’m not on hold, Veronica. I’m here because I want to be. Because I love you. And I’d be happy to be there helping anyway I can, taking things on your time” Archies voice was a cry for help, there was so much hurting and kindness in his tone, all at the same time. “I was wrong on pressuring you. But I was angry too, I wanted to talk to you about it!” “And I didn’t let you! Because that’s what I do, Archie!” Veronica answered, quickly standing up “I push people away, I even push myself away because I don’t want to deal with my own feelings” Archie didn’t know what to say. Or do. He wished he could do something for her, to take this weight of off her. But he didn’t know how. What he could do, though, was hold her. And that’s what he did. He stood up and just embraced her. She started crying, shaking, in a way he had never seen before. In that moment, he realized he was only kept whole since this whole mess started, because she was the one holding the pieces together. And now, he finally realized he had to step up too. So he wrapped his arms around her, as strong as he could. Veronica felt embarrassed. The only time anyone had seen her have a breakdown was Betty at school, and she promised she would never let anyone see her like that again. But the point was, Archie was not anyone. Even though he had messed up, she understood him. And now, here in his arms, she felt like she was being understood too. She felt safe, she knew she could trust him. She was loyal and he was impulsive, yes. But they were not like her parents, and that was the moment she realized that. “I’m sorry, Ronnie, for everything. But I’m here for you okay? You can try to push me away but I’m not going anywhere.” “Stealing my lines now, Archiekins?” she asked with a half smile, and Archie had never been so happy to hear the nickname he learned to love, because it was from her. He brushed his thumbs on her cheeks, wiping the tears and holding her close. “It’s my turn to be there for you, Ronnie. I’m sorry I didn’t do it sooner.” he said, kissing her. He still wasn’t used to kiss her barefoot. Since she always had at least 3 inch heels, he was constantly forgetting how small she actually was. But the kiss was passionate, and he wondered how the hell could he have let her go, even if the break up lasted less than 12 hours. But with her hands on his hair and his hands on her back, everything felt right. Like always, with her things always felt like they were going to be just fine.

“So, are we good?” Archie asked hopefully.

“Yes” she said with a shy but sweet smile on her face. “Can we please talk more, though? I understand you need space, and there’s somethings we need to figured it out ourselves too” “I don’t really like talking feelings” “I know that Ronnie but look what it brought us. Just try to okay?Communication is priority.” 

“Sure, Oprah. I’ll try my best, just because you’re cute.” they both smiled and with that, the conversation was over. If she was joking around, it was a good sign. Archie lied on the couch pulling Veronica with him. Archie kept making circles with his fingers on her back, while her body was almost completely on top of him, and their hands intertwined. They stayed like that for a while, enjoying each others company and trying to cool their heads after one crazy of a night. “Wanna go to Pop’s? I could eat some fries now” Archie asked while Veronica lifted her head to face him. “Sure, but I need a shower and extra time to do my make up. There’s no way I’m going out with this face.” She stood quickly and ran to her room, leaving Archie alone with his thoughts in the living room. He thought about joining her, but he wanted to give her space, make her feel comfortable around him, just like before. He also made a self note to thank Jughead, he’s not usually a good-advice giver, but this time he owed him one. And most of all, the thought that stuck in his mind until his girlfriend was ready to leave, was how lucky he was that Veronica Lodge let him be a part of her life.

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