#yay reciprocated feelings!

[artiststarme]

What If Steve Were To Leave Hawkins? Part 7

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Ok so, I think the general consensus was for the angst to continue. I'm very sorry for the one person that asked for happiness. We're just not there yet, I guess. Anyways, here you guys go! As a warning, there is a poorly detailed panic attack towards the end. Enjoy!

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For the next two weeks, Eddie and Steve would sit on the phone for hours a day talking to each other about both everything and nothing at all. Steve regaled Eddie with the horror stories of the coffee shop and its caffeine-addled patrons. Eddie provided him with tales of gruesome DnD deaths and the subsequent tantrums thrown by teenagers. They even start flirting through the phone calls, enough for each of the boys to blush and hiccup over their words. 

It was on one of these phone calls that Eddie finally found out exactly why Steve left. It was towards the end of one of their calls and Eddie had asked the forbidden question.

“God, I miss having you around. Why’d you have to leave, Stevie?” Eddie realized his mistake as soon as the words left his mouth. He froze in place and waited for Steve to announce his desire to never talk to him again. 

Thankfully for him, Steve just let out a sigh. He explained, “I just didn’t think anyone would care if I left. No one was around for weeks and then my parents came home. My dad didn’t want me there and no one else did either so I left.”

Eddie’s eyes widened with the new information. He thought about what we should say for a moment before speaking. “Steve, we never stopped caring about you. You started getting distant so we tried to give you some space. We were trying to help you but went about it in the wrong way. We’re sorry and we all regret it now.”

Steve let out a self deprecating laugh, “I started pulling away because I thought I made you uncomfortable. I’m sorry for that by the way. But then no one stopped me so I just… stopped trying.”

Eddie’s jaw dropped in shock. “No! You didn’t make me uncomfortable! I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable!”

“Why would I be uncomfortable?” Steve asked confusedly. “I really liked spending time with you.”

Well now Eddie felt even more guilty. But, he was already in too deep and had to land the final blow for Steve to understand. Even if it made him hate him.

“I’m gay.”

There was silence for a moment before Steve spoke. “Okay? Thank you for telling me. Why would you make me uncomfortable?”

Now it was Eddie’s turn for silence. “Um, most straight guys wouldn’t appreciate their gay friend having a crush on them.”

“You have a crush on me? And I’m not straight.”

“What? What do you mean you’re not straight? Stevie, have you been holding out on me?”

“I never said I was straight. I’ve known that I liked guys since Tommy kissed me in sixth grade. Why did you stop hanging out with me then?”

Eddie felt very confused. This conversation had spun out of control in a way he could have never anticipated. What the fuck was happening?

“Wait a second. You kissed Tommy? Hagan?”

“Yeah. If you had a crush on me, why would you stop hanging out with me?”

Eddie shook his head back and forth and tried to refocus. What was the matter at hand again? Oh yeah. “Because I was falling in love with you and I knew you wouldn’t feel the same.”

“I do feel the same! That’s why I thought you stopped wanting to hang out! Because I made you uncomfortable.”

“No! Why would I stop hanging out with you if I thought you felt the same? If I thought I had a chance in hell with Steve Harrington, I would’ve made a move!” Eddie passionately exclaimed. 

“Don’t say my name like that,” Steve laughed in disbelief. “We really messed this up, huh?”

“Yeah, I’d say. I ran you out of town, man.”

Steve smiled a shy smile in his empty apartment. “I mean, Chicago’s not that far from Hawkins. Only a couple of hours.”

Eddie’s brain malfunctioned. “Chicago?”

“Yeah. Remember when we talked about cities that day when we were high? You were right, it is a clean slate.”

“Maybe, maybe I could come visit you sometime or something,” Eddie stammered hopefully. Holy shit, he knew where he was.

“Yeah, you should. We could get dinner and you could stay the night with me.”

Eddie guffawed in surprise, “a little forward, don’t you think?”

Steve laughed in response, “I just meant you could stay in my apartment for a few days instead of driving all the way back!”

“Sure Stevie, I would love to. But-”

The trailer’s door slammed open at his words. Eddie jumped a foot in the air and let out an undignified yelp, still holding the phone in a white knuckled grasp. Dustin, Max, Lucas, and Mike were standing on the elevated porch of the trailer with murder in their eyes. “What. The. Hell.” Dustin hissed when he heard Steve’s name. 

Steve yanked the phone away from his ear and gave the receiver a confusedly concerned glance. It wasn’t the first time Eddie had screamed in his ear, the dude was impassioned, but it was the first shout not immediately followed by enraged squabbles. “Eddie, you there? Did you fall or something?”

“Fuck,” Eddie shook his head readied himself to deal with the upcoming argument. “Steve, call me back tomorrow, okay? The kids are here and they’re pissed. I gotta go.”

Steve didn’t get a chance to answer before the line disconnected. Shit, this was not going to be good. 

~*~*~*~

Eddie had been neglectful to the Party for weeks now. He’d been showing up late to Hellfire, new name yet to be determined, meetings and canceling preexisting plans for unknown reasons. The last time someone in the Party did that, their babysitter took off without telling anyone. So, the kids were understandably worried about their beloved Dungeon Master.

Dustin was at the forefront of the worry and convinced the kids of The Party, bar Will and Eleven who were having dinner at home, to check on Eddie at his trailer. They thought he might be hiding something. Really, it was only a matter of time until the rest of the Party found out about his dirty little secret. That secret being him talking to their missing babysitter without their knowledge. 

When he heard Eddie say Steve’s name into the phone, Dustin saw red. His anger only heightened when Eddie said it again when he hung up. 

“You’ve been talking to Steve and didn’t tell us?!”

Eddie sighed and raised his hands placatingly, “Dustin, I know you’re upset but-”

“I can’t believe you! We trusted you! We let you into the Party and you betrayed us!” Dustin shrieked, tears of anger building in his eyes. 

Eddie tried to defend himself but the enraged shouts of the other kids left his attempts muted in comparison. In a moment of silence, Mike took the chance to voice his dismay. 

“You should’ve told us that you were talking to Steve. We thought he was missing, maybe dead, and you didn’t tell us that he was okay. You betrayed us, friends don’t lie!”

Eddie jumped in to try to defend himself once more, “I didn’t lie! Steve wasn’t ready for anyone to know where he was and I didn’t want to betray his trust so-”

“You’re a coward,” Dustin spat and Eddie flinched back. “You never do the right thing! You tried to die when we were fighting the demobats and you made Steve leave. Now you’re not telling us that Steve called you. We knew Steve first, you have no right to keep him to yourself! You’re a coward and you’re selfish!”

Eddie stares at the seething teens in horror, his ears ringing and vision tunneled. He was a coward. Fuck. Was Vecna back? Because this was a scene from some of his worst nightmares. He couldn’t speak as he tried to control his breathing, the anger in the room stifling his ability to take in any air. 

Just then, Uncle Wayne opens the door to the trailer and steps in behind the gaggle of teens. He doesn’t know what he was expecting when arriving home from a long shift at the plant but it certainly wasn’t his boy on the verge of a panic attack being accosted by his group of his young friends. As Eddie’s body started to shake and his eyes began to water, the usually even-tempered man angrily turned to the kids. 

“I don’t know what the hell is going on but y’all need to leave my house now. Eddie’ll call when he wants to talk to ya. Get out. Now.”

The kids grumble and without a backwards glance to Eddie, they all take their leave. As soon as the last heathen is out the door, Eddie bursts into tears. His breaths are gasping and his fingers move to his hair to pull painfully on the strands.

Wayne watches the kids ride off on their bikes before he takes his boy into his arms in a comforting embrace. He doesn’t know what happened but for now, he will be there for his nephew like he has been since the bald-headed and knobby-kneed kid showed up at his doorstep all those years ago. Eventually, Eddie will find the words to explain to his uncle about the situation he stumbled in on today. But until then, he’ll hug Eddie and calm him down in the way only he knows how to.

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#yay reciprocated feelings! #Steve is having a great time #Eddie not so much #Dustin really went for the jugular on this one #sorry not sorry #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #dustin henderson #steddie #fanfic #I still hate writing dialogue #I don't have much experience with happy so angst it is

[daemondamianwatching]

I Feel You Linger In The Air

If you're not watching it - then what are you even doing with your life?

#I Feel You Linger In The Air #bl series #spoilers #thai bl #I got chills watching episode 6 when Yai asked Jom if he didn't understand how he felt him and in the last scene too when Jom reciprocated #this show just hits differently to others #i feel you linger in the air the series episode 6

[mothwenchiest]

hahaha I will never feel romantic love ever huh

#trying to come to terms with a lot of shit rn and not every revelation has been fun #idk if i want romance #the idea of cute soft tender romance sounds nice but like. idk if I'll ever experience that and if i do would i be able to reciprocate #think im a little too fucked up to ever be able to love someone like that. which makes me feel great abt myself #like yay thats another part of my psyche irreversibly damaged just what i needed today #irrelevance

[justaz]

omg omg omg

arthur gives merlin his mothers sigil thinking that hes going to die and wants to finally tell merlin how he feels and what better way of conveying the intensity of his emotions and how serious he is other than marriage? merlin accepts the sigil which means theyre married!! yay!! only. they both survive and arthur QUICKLY realizes that merlin has no idea the significance of the sigil. he has no idea theyre married. and arthur has no idea how to tell him bc then hell have to explain WHY he gave him the sigil aka WHY HE PROPOSED and now that hes not staring death in the face. he just. cant.

blah blah blah time skip to happy ending

the druids invite arthur and merlin to a celebration of the unification of emrys and the once and future king and the fruition of their destinies. merlin and arthur are excited bc finally peace is here and magic is returning and this can be the next big show of trust and reconciliation between camelot and the druids and so theyre there in the druid camp having fun when theyre approached and asked to participate in the ceremony. theres a huge buzzing crowd watching as the elder druid ties their hands together and goes on and on about the magnificence of two men standing before them and their great destinies and how the two sides of the same coin are joined finally as the prophecy said all those years ago. merlin doesnt realize it was a handfasting ceremony until hes talking to a few of the druids later on

anyway. merthur accidental wedding(s). now they both know theyre married but they dont know the other knows theyre married bc different ceremonies and traditions and all that. arthur is all awkward about it bc hes emotionally constipated. merlin is convincing himself he doesnt have to bring it up to arthur bc its not like the DRUID marriage ceremony is legally binding in camelot. they didnt sign any papers or anything. theyre not really married in camelot so arthur doesnt have to know. and then merlin can selfishly keep this truth close to his heart. even if its not reciprocated.

married life shenanigans ensue. merlin and arthur both have to physically stop themselves from calling the other their husband. jealous spats when out in the tavern or when visiting royals/nobles stop on by. leon knows all and is this close to snapping. extra protective idiots. and idk someone catches merlin holding the sigil and explains the significance of it or a druid asks arthur where his husband emrys is and my boy is STRESSED about being caught but then the druid brings up the handfasting ceremony. stupid idiot x stupid idiot.

you see my vision, right?

#bbc merlin #merlin emrys #arthur pendragon #merthur #theyre so stupid #they WOULD get married twice without realizing or telling the other #hc #headcanon #head canon #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #fic idea #accidental marriage #idiots in love

[jaylleoo14]

Sometimes I like to think that the guys in NRC that have intimidating auras like Riddle, Leona, Malleus, and Floyd for example all get shy and fidgety to initiate more physical touch towards their s/o in the beginning of their relationship ukno? Like dont get me wrong, anyone can think or say otherwise that that may not be the case. BUT LIKE, imagining them being all shy at first and giddy in the stomach as they fidget their fingers and look over at you or maybe looking away with their cheeks a little red🤭 (The envision is envisioning):

Riddle: If you don't mind, can I perhaps scoot a bit closer to you?

You: of course you can Riddle haha

Riddle scooting closer to you with a shy smile on his face, his cheeks going red: May I also perhaps uhm, if you don't mind, held your hands too?

You with an animated cartoon piercing through their heart: godyouresocutethisiswhyiloveyousomuch *AHEM* of course Riddle. I'd love to

Cue a happy Riddle holding hands with you as you both lean into each other comfortably. He lets out a gingerly smile as he rubs his thumb against your hand and squishes next to you ever the more ^^

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Leona watching your back as you do your homework, his tail swishing around in a lazy yet obvious eager manner as he lays on his side

You: I can feel you staring you know

Leona: But you don't feel my arms around you, do you Herbivore?

You: Did you want to put your arms around me?

Leona: I would like to, yes. Can I do that?

You let out a little snort, a chuckle escaping you as a small grin spreads on your face.

Leona: What's with that reaction? >:(

You: Nothing, I just find this side of you to be very nice

Leona: All my sides are always nice

You: Sure sure whatever you say

Leona comes over from behind and peers over your shoulder as you lean into his touch and his arms wrap around you snuggly. He nuzzles his cheek against the crown of your head as you continue to do your homework and you could swear he was purring...

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Malleus: Child of Man, there is something I want to try and do with you

You: Hmm? What is it?

Malleus looking deep into your eyes all seriously: I want to attempt doing that with you

You turn to look at where he was pointing and see another couple in the far distance. The lady was holding her girlfriend up in the air and twirling her in her arms as they looked at each other, the look on their faces seeming so in love with one another with their warm smiles.

Malleus: I reassure you that I'll keep in mind of my strength if that helps ease you. I ask for permission to hold you

You let out a small giggle: Oh Malleus, i'm not scared. I'd love to be in your arms

After giving him the green light he does just that, doing as the couple did earlier as he lifts you into his arms and twirls you into the air. You go in for a hug and he gladly reciprocates with a big smile. Though he may be starting to squeeze a little too hard-

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Floyd just resting his cheek on his arm as he leans on one of the counters in Mostro Lounge, watching you study for an upcoming test.

You: Why are you just looking at me like that?

Floyd: Cus' yer so cute

You getting all red in the face: What? Floyd dont you have a shift right now? I came over to study because you said you wanted to see me

Floyd coming up to your booth and sitting in front of you: Yea but now that ya here, I wanna squish you so badly :(

You: Is that gonna make you focus back onto your shift?

Floyd: Maybe~ So? Can I squish ya?

You: Fine. Just for a short moment because I have to focus on this material and you need to go back to work

Floyd: Yay!

Floyd hops up and comes over to your side at the speed of a bullet train, wrapping his arms and legs around you with a tight cuddle session. Time seems to have passed fairly fast and you didn't even notice that until Jade came over to tell you that you had just spent close to an hour cuddling Floyd. Close of an hour worth of study time missed and close to an hour of Floyd's shift gone.

#twst #twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #malleus draconia #floyd leech #riddle rosehearts x reader #leona kingsholar x reader #malleus draconia x reader #floyd leech x reader #riddle rosehearts x yuu #leona kingscholar x yuu #malleus draconia x yuu #floyd leech x yuu #twst fluff #twst x reader #riddle twst #leona twst #malleus twst #floyd twst #twisted wonderland x reader

[atinycafe]

I NEED HONGJOONG AND A READER WHO'S IN SUBPSACE FOR THE FIRST TIME, HOW WOULD THE AFTERCARE GO (its okay if u dont write for that, you can just ignore my request <3)

warnings: nsfw under the cut, dom!hongjoong, slight dumbification, sub space, use of pet names (pretty, baby, babydoll, sweet girl), protected sex (yay!!!), soft sex, doggy style, 0.9k wrds author's notes: im not uncomfy but im just not very into it so i have no idea if what i wrote acc is enjoyable to people j,ndfcgvh, and also the fact that idk anything about the kink, so this whole thing might be wayyy off topic masterlist

the sea sparkles brightly as the waves sway in a mesmerizing dance. you can hear the gentle sounds of the sea ebbing and flowing against the sandy shore. soft light spills into your summer house, illuminating it, while the balcony is open, allowing the ethereal white curtains to sway in the breeze.

you would coo at the little crabs if you could, as they reveal themselves on the shore. however, the insistent pounding noise behind you forces you to roll your eyes, blurring your vision. cries escape your lips as his hands settle on the small of your back, causing you to arch involuntarily. pressed onto the bed, your hands stretch out in front of you, grasping at nothing, your forearms hovering out of the mattress.

hongjoong's thighs slap against yours, propelling you forward with each motion. he's intense, his painted fingertips exerting firm pressure on your skin, leaving marks behind.

"my pretty baby," he sighs, a bead of sweat trickling down the side of his face. his gaze remains fixated on the way your ass moves on his. biting his bottom lip, he suppresses his moans, not wanting to drown out your sweet whimpers. those whimpers, so delightful, drive him to thrust harder, fueled by pure desire. "you're so good for me, so adorable. i love you so, so much. do you love me, babydoll?"

it takes a moment for the question to register as you melt under his touch, but you manage to slurr out a response, "love you too," causing him to moan aloud. he smiles, enchanted by the slow pitch of your voice, finding you utterly endearing.

"good girl, always listening to me, takin' me so well, so good," he mumbles, feeling his climax building. he senses yours approaching too, as you tremble and writhe, succumbing to a mere state of wet neediness beneath him. "are you close, pretty? i can feel your pussy suckin' me in. such a greedy girl."

simultaneously, you both reach the peak of pleasure, your bodies giving in to exhaustion. you would slump onto the bed, were it not for hongjoong's strong hold on your waist. he withdraws, quickly discarding the condom, tying it off and tossing it aside. he turns you around, carefully examining your face with tender concern shining in his eyes.

immediately, he notices the dazed look in your eyes, your pupils fully dilated, and the post-orgasmic haze reminds him of his past experiences with ex-partners and their subdrop. he never expected it from you. your relationship has been going well for the past six months, the sex relatively vanilla, but hongjoong doesn't mind. not when you look so irresistibly cute beneath him. your inexperience led him to tread lightly with his more dominant side, but it came naturally to him, and unconsciously, you submit to him during intimacy. so, when he sees that familiar unfocused gaze, his body instinctively reacts.

"baby, look at me," he leans in, positioning his face right in front of yours. you offer him a lazy smile, playfully scrunching your nose, and he reciprocates with a gentle smile. "how do you feel, babydoll?"

you mumble something inaudible, attempting to provide an answer. anything will do when your tongue feels too heavy, too clumsy, too uncoordinated in your mouth. you blink slowly, the contact of his hand against your forehead creating a warm, fuzzy sensation in your brain. it blurs the periphery of your vision, allowing you to focus solely on his pretty face.

he's smiling, his teeth gleaming brightly. they seem sharp in the golden light. you feel like you're floating, detached from your own body, much like when the alcohol becomes too much. in both scenarios, hongjoong is always there to ground you.

"can't use your voice right now mmh pretty, tongue feels heavy huh," he remarks knowingly, and your eyes gradually widen as the information seeps into your brain, wondering how he knows. he smiles at your expression and murmurs a soft "cute."

"baby i need to clean you up, can i go get the towels," he asks, adjusting the pace of his words, ensuring they align with your clouded mind's comprehension. you take your time to process, your thoughts still hazy and elusive. but when you realize that his suggestion involves him leaving you alone, even for a minute, a visible sadness etches itself onto your face. you manage to release a small whimper before he soothes you with a hushing sound.

his voice lowers, deep and resonant, as he whispers promises of not leaving you alone. he settles down beside you, his arm forming a comfortable support under his head, and draws you into his embrace for cuddling. he guides your head to rest on his bare chest, the stickiness of your sweaty skin unimportant to either of you. you begin to feel drowsy, but you still crave his attention. so, you maneuver your head to get a glimpse of his face, only to find his chin in your view.

sensing your gaze on him, he tilts his head down until your droopy eyes meet his, shimmering with light. a smile forms on his lips as he raises his eyebrows, questioning you wordlessly. he runs his free hand through your hair, gently massaging your scalp, as if coaxing your brain back into action.

you open your mouth, but no words emerge, and hongjoong can't help but coo at your slightly frustrated expression. he leans closer, his lips descending upon yours, delivering a tender kiss, while softly suckling your bottom lip.

"my sweet girl, fucked you so hard you forgot how to speak."

#sade.requests #need him 2 fuck me dumb #so bad #hongjoong.thirsts #ateez #hongjoong #thirst #x reader #fluff #x y/n #x you #imagines #scenarios #brain rot #smut #prompts #blurbs #headcanons #timestamps #sub space

[treufurz]

first hug with the nekoma members

I happened to do some research and apparently it’s considered rude in Japan to hug people :’) and it’s something usually only couples do, so why not write some first hug prompts with my fav team, yay! i always see first kiss but my touch starved ass believes in hug supremacy 

type: fluff, gn!reader (implied female at yamamotos) x nekoma boys (unfortunately no teshiro)

warnings: none! maybe yamamoto being silly 🤗 also lowercase intended, not proof read so sorry for any typos !! 

summary: you hugging your friend (who happens to have a crush on you) for the first time!

#1 TETSURŌ KUROO

when you approached the captain after practice, he wasn’t surprised. you guys would often walk to the train station together with kenma, so he assumed this was the case. “hey! finished everything up already?” you chirped, arriving in front of him and smiling. he nodded, gesturing at his bag and humming. “kenma’s still getting changed.” taking the chance of him extending his arm, you slipped below and pressed your body against his chest. he froze up for a second, about to hug you back until you had already slipped away from his touch. he beat himself up about it later </3

#2 NOBUYUKI KAI

“need some help?” his voice echoed in your ears and you spun around in surprise. “ah, kai! good morning! yes, i’d appreciate that.” you had been trying to build up the net for practice and kai had luckily arrived shortly after you. he fixed your mistake with ease, finishing it up faster than you expected. “all done.” he spoke, giving you a thumbs up. you hesitated, but gave him a quick hug that was extended by kai tightning his grip around you and patting your back a few times, before finally releasing you. in the end, you were more flustered about it than him.

#3 MORISUKE YAKU

“y’know, yaku, i think you’re a bit harsh on lev sometimes.” you spoke, facing the 3rd year. he stayed silent for a second, before speaking. “he deserves it.” before he was able to move on, you continued. “i don’t think you’re that short though, yakkun. it’s great for hugging!” a light red hue spread along his cheeks, him turning away from you. that was, until he felt your arms wrap around his body and he completely froze up, somehow being able to reciprocate your touch. “see?” 

#4 TAKETORA YAMAMOTO

it’s no secret that yamamoto was scared to talk to girls, but you wanted to change that. when you found out why he was avoiding you, you did your best on befriending him and somehow managed to do it after two weeks of being the manager. yamamoto had insisted on walking you home, so you complied after his constant begging all day. arriving in front of your home, he bowed before you and wished you a good night. he started walking off until you grabbed his wrist and pulled him into your embrace. let’s just say, you broke him.

#5 KENMA KOZUME

with kenma, the hug was out of nowhere. the boys had just returned from their run (even though it was very cold outside) and most of them were warmed up, except for one certain member. he was pathetically standing next to kuroo, shaking like a madman, and you shook your head at his carelessness. you approached him, looking at him one last time before pressing your body against his in an attempt to warm him up. his cheeks heated up, but he didn’t really know what to do so he simply wrapped his free arm around you lazily, enjoying the heat. the rest of the boys couldn’t help but feel slightly jealous.

#6 SHŌHEI FUKUNAGA

when you saw shōhei getting the balls with inuoka, you just got hit with the urge randomly. he was there and you were cold, so why not? you got up from the bench, putting your notebook and pencil down and jogged over to him. he looked at you in silence, waiting for you to say something until you opened your arms and looked at him expectantly. he tried to understand what you were doing, inuoka having to come for help and pushed him forward slightly. finally getting at your idea, he shyly complied and wrapped his arms around you. when you parted, he was as red as a tomato.

#7 SŌ INUOKA

in this case, inuoka was actually the one who initiated the hug. while on a walk, he saw a couple hugging and his mind immediatly wandered to you, happy with the idea he just got. once he entered the gym building after changing into his correct attire, his eyes landed on you and he jogged over to your side, grinning at you. “ah, good morning sō! do you need something?” you smiled up at him. he nodded. “can i hug you?” he asked, you blushing a little bit at his direct behavior. “oh! sure!” you agreed, standing up and extending your arms for him. he squeezed you against him tightly, you laughing a bit at his intensity. he hugged you more often after that :)

#11 LEV HAIBA

like inuoka, he was the one that initiated the hug. since one of his parents was european, hugging was normal in his family and he just wanted to do it one day when he saw you all cuddled up in a jacket you borrowed from a friend. he thought you looked cute, so he went up to you and engulfed your body in his arms. “oi- lev?!” you exclaimed, surprised at his gesture. nonetheless he didn’t let go, and waited until you hugged him back to release his grip. 

#12 YŪKI SHIBAYAMA

“yūki, could you help me with this?” you called out, showing him a riddle on your phone. he nodded, sitting down next to you and explaining it to you, waiting until you finally understood. in that moment you were just grateful for his help, and didn’t hesitate from getting up and hugging him quickly. personally he thought it was too short, ignoring the small blush on his face at the sudden body contact. he definitely gave you multiple hints of wanting another hug after that.

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[sugumii]

Love, can i ask jing yuan with a really short and cheerful reader who tends to be flirty and cheesy, and very affectionate, poking the characters cheeks and saying stuffs like "gimme attention" or saying "you should love me" when they are asked what they should do? until their flirting gets reciprocated or gets flirted back, which makes them flustered?, i love your works so much 💕💕 i have highkey memorized your works at this point

HSR Men with a Flirty S/O: Poking their cheeks

Of course you can, love. I did my best to write a flirty and affectionate reader. I hope you like it! I included a special at the end just for you. Thank you for the request and compliments! Have an amazing day/night.

Warnings: None

Jing Yuan-

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GIF by kilruas

“Jing Yuann.” You whined, poking at the general’s cheek. You were both seated at the older male's desk in his office at the Luofu. He let out an amused chuckle and continued signing away at his paperwork, neatly scribbling his initials on document after document.

“Yes, beloved?”

“I want attentionnn.” You huffed, crossing your arms in an annoyed manner. You watched as he paused to shoot you a curious glance before carrying on with his work.

“Is that so? But I’m still diligently at work, my love. As much as I'd love to shower you with affection right now, I'm afraid I must complete these proposals first.” Jing Yuan replied, taking a moment to look at you with a kind smile. He felt your fingers begin to poke at his cheek again causing another laugh to erupt from his throat. He gently grabbed your prodding hand and placing a chaste kiss on your knuckles, maintaining direct eye contact as he did so. His action caused you to blush in response to the feeling of his smooth lips on your delicate skin.

“Jing Yuan~ I love you sooo much! I want a kiss now!”

The older male grinned cheekily at your bold declaration. He quickly took advantage of your distant fingers, continuing to approve documents as he responded.

“It would appear my beloved is in quite the romantic mood. Why, I love you too, my dear. Please do try to be patient love, I have much to do. I'll give you all the kisses you desire after I complete my work.”

Mildly frustrated at your lover working again you resumed your poking. You watched as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion and his eyes raised to meet yours, pausing his work once again.

“Yes, love? What do you need?”

“I need youuu.” You whined, looking at him with flirty eyes. “I love my husband so much is it so wrong for me to want my darling's attention? He's just so handsome how can I resist him?”

“I too cannot resist you…” The male smiled, clearly enjoying your affectionate responses. “I appreciate the compliments, my dear… Very well, I'll squeeze out some time to indulge in you. You have my full attention now, what would you like to do?"

“Yay!” You cheered, an idea popping into your mind. Golden eyes watched you in curiosity as you grinned mischeviously and pointed at his lap.

“I wanna sit.”

His gaze followed your thumb, pointing at his lap and a smirk came onto his face. Jing Yuan pulled back, scotting his chair a good foot away from the desk. Then, he spread his legs and patted at the empty space, enjoying the sight of the light blush staining your cheeks.

“Well then love, the seat is yours. Come.”

You grinned and happily sat down between his legs, instantly leaning back into his chest. You rested your head on his shoulder and felt his chest vibrate with laughter. Not soon after, the general placed an arm to rest on your thigh as he resumed his tedious work. This time, with a slight hum and quickened heart beat. Sneakily, he placed kisses every now and then on your head which caused you to smile like a lovestruck teen.

“I love you, Jing Yuan.”

“I love you too, my beloved.”

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Blade-

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GIF by roxaxs

“Blaaaaaadeee.”

“…”

“Blaaaaaadieeee.”

“…”

“Darlin-“

“Again?” He sighed, annoyedly grasping the hand poking at his cheek. You looked up at him with a slight pout, attempting to free your hand from his tight grip. He stared down at you with a seemingly irritated glare.

“What?”

“I want attention!”

The male shot you a condescending grin, lifting an eyebrow at your words. Attention, you say? Was being in his presence not enough?

“Are you not receiving it right now?”

“This is different!” You complain, finally freeing your hand from his gloved one. He looked down at you in silence, red eyes seemingly analyzing you before replying.

“How so?”

“Because you're not loving me!” You whined, watching his expression shift to an amused look.

“And how am I supposed to give you love?”

“How about by a kiss?” You flirt, “On the lips! Better yet, I also want a forehead kiss! You're taller than me anyway, I love it when you do it!"

“A kiss.” The indigo haired male repeated with a flat tone. He looked as though he was considering it for a moment before responding.

“Only if you beg.”

“Whaaat?” You gasp, looking up at him with a face full of shock. His expression remained unchanged as though what he had said was normal. If you wanted his affection, you'd have to beg for it, simple. You were pestering him since he was busy, after all.

“Please… honey?”

“…”

“Pleaaaasseee, dearest love of my life?”

“Hmm.”

The taller male remained unmoved, a stoic expression piercing your figure as he continued leaning against the wall. Those striking blood red eyes made you feel shy, embarrassed even for having to beg like this. Gosh, you sincerely hoped Silver Wolf or Kafka didn't walk in right now or else you'd never hear the end of it.

“Please, my love… I miss youuu... I really want a hugggg...” You begged, conjuring the best puppy dog eyes that you could muster. Blade stared at your face before closing his eyes and sighing.

"Fine."

With that he got his back off of the wall and embraced you, wrapping his arms around you securely. Truth be told, your puppy dog eyes made his heart beat faster, as much as he hated to admit it. He could never say no to that face, you were just too damn cute. It made him want to taint and ruin you. His grip gradually got tighter as the both of you enjoyed the feeling of being intimate with one another. You hummed in delight and leaned into his touch looking up at him with a happy smile. He returned your gaze with a look of mild confusion and irritation. 

"What?"

"Can I kiss you right now?"

"..."

Blade's blush was very, very faint, only noticeable if you took a microscope to look. The taller male pushed you away, much to your dismay and slight confusion. He turned his back to you swiftly and placed a hand on your face, pushing you away from him despite your whines and protests.

Damn... he was becoming too soft for you. This isn't good.

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Gepard:

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GIF by honkaiedit

“Love? What are you doing here?” The Captain of the Silvermane Guards asked, eyeing the small lunch box in your arms. You smiled and handed it to him to take, watching as he hesitantly outstretched his arms to accept it.

“I made you lunch! I thought we could eat together for a change. After all, Serval told me you usually take a break around this time!”

“Serval told you that?” He smiled, thinking fondly of his sister and gratefully taking the lunch box from you. You saw his face heat up as he thanked you.

“Thank you, love… but you didn't have to. I’m sure it was an inconvenience walking all the way over here to the guard station…”

“It was no problem at all, Geppie!” You replied cheerily, swiftly offering him a peck on the cheek. The male blushed a darker shade of pink as he hid his face with one arm, still holding the small box with the other.

“L-love…! Not here... what if someone sees us?”

“Let them. I see no issue with expressing my affection to my lover with a kiss on the cheek!” You shrugged, gradually leaning on your tippy toes and removing the hand that was covering his cheeks. He let out a noise of both confusion and embarrassment.

“W-what are you- Mmph?!”

You placed a tender kiss on his lips for a brief moment, then pulled back to grin at him. The sight in front of you was absolutely priceless. The way the Gepard’s short blonde hair waved in the wind and the way his eyes were wide and filled with surprise. His cheeks burned a bright pink and his hand flew over his mouth with a gasp. He was avoiding eye contact with you because he was too shy. It was adorable.

“Geppie? Everything okay over there?” You teased, clearly enjoying your lover's reaction to your affectionate gestures.

“A-ah…”

You poked the cheek of the malfunctioning male.

“Love? Hellooo? Earth to Gepard?”

“YES!” The flustered male suddenly shouted, then blushed even harder out of sheer embarrassment. He didn't intend his voice to go that loud!

“Ah, I mean… yes. Err- lets go eat lunch! Quickly before my break ends!”

“Wha-?”

Gepard quickly grabbed your small hand and hurried off to a more secluded area, scolding you along the way for the unexpected PDA. You merely blushed in response as he stopped for a moment to look at you, eyes betraying his scolding. You could tell he secretly enjoyed the attention.

“But on another note, thank you, Y/n… I truly appreciate you making me this food. “ He murmured with a small blush, “I love you…”

Now it was your turn to blush. You smiled giddily and wrapped your arms around his neck causing him to let out a strangled noise of surprise yet again.

“I love you too, Geppie!”

'Aeons...' Gepard thought with a beating heart as he hugged you back. 'You're going to give me a heart attack one of these days...'

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Sampo:

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GIF by honkaiedit

“Oh c'mon, sweets. You know I didn't mean to!”

“Hmph! Don't talk to me. I'm mad at you, Koski!” You huffed, crossing your arms with a pout on your face. The violet-haired male instinctively copied your pouty expression, lifting his hands up in his defense.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry- really! I admit, I got a bit too carried away with some business, but I promise to make it up to you! What do you want me to do? You got The Sampo Koski at your command."

You looked at him with a incredulous gaze, studying the way his face contorted into a frown and the way his eyes wrinkled in displeasure.

"Hmph... alright." You poke his cheek, causing him to stare at you with a confused expression. "...I want you to gimme some love right now, Koski!"

A confident grin graced his features as he sighed in relief, bowing at you with a hand over his heart. He looked up at you with the same dazzling smile that made you fall for him in the first place.

"As my prince/princess commands of their loyal servant, The Sampo Koski! Let's get going then, shall we? I know a beautiful place to take you to you know… make out” He offers, wiggling his eyebrows and extending an arm to you. You laugh and accept it gratefully and link your arms together before heading off to the location Sampo had mentioned. The two of you chatted along the way, mostly consisting of the two of you flirting back and forth. Your lover had a charming smile on his face, relieved that you were no longer mad at him.

"Hey hun..." You said, causing your lover to offer you a curious side glance. With a smile, he replied. "Yes? What can your humble servant do for you?"

"Well, I was just thinking and you have really squishy cheeks, you know?"

"Oh, really?" He grinned, flashing you a seductive grin. "Perhaps I'll have to start charging you to touch them now."

"What? You're joking!" you gasped poking at his face again. He laughed and grabbed your hand with a teasing smile. "Lucky for you, since you're my lover you get a discount! That'll be one hug and one kiss!"

"Fine, fine." You gave in, hugging him then kissing him. He smiled like an idiot the whole time.

"God, I love you sweetheart."

"I love you too, Koski."

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Dan Heng:

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GIF by honkaiedit

"What are you doing, love?" The male questioned with a confused tone as you poked his cheek. The two of you were currently in the data bank seated next to eachother in your boyfriend’s makeshift bed. He was on the floor next to you marking entries. You, being the wonderful s/o that you are, was bored out of your mind watching him do this for the past hour. You decided now was the time to demand some much needed attention.

"What does it look like I’m doing? I’m poking your cheek, cutie! Wow, you surprisingly have very soft skin.” You observed.

The male blushed and mumbled, flipping through his recordings in an attempt to distract his racing mind from your flirt.

"Is that so? Well... thank you for the compliment. You can squish them as you much as you’d like, I suppose..."

"Nuh-uh! I wanna do something else."

"Like what?” Dan Heng questioned, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he closed his notes and gave you his full attention.

"I want attention! Gimme attention pretty please pretty boy?"

"Pretty boy..." He repeated and blushed once again, redirecting his focus away from you. He coughed into his sleeve gently and murmured "Very well. We could cuddle if you’d like."

"Yes please!" You happily replied, immediately cuddling into his side. You positioned yourself so that you were comfortably resting into him while he wrapped an arm around you. You sighed in content as your boyfriend’s cheeks turned a light pink hue at your cuteness. God, you were just too adorable to resist.

"Is this of satisfactory, my love?"

"Yes, very." You replied, cuddling deeper into his side. "You’re so cute when you get all blushy like that. darling. I love you so much.”

"Cute?" He repeated, heart beating faster. No... he was not cute. He was handsome, sure… but cute? “I’m afraid you’re mistaken. You’re the cute one here.”

Dan Heng placed gently placed his hand under your chin and lifted your face to look at him. His eyes held a newfound look of courage as he turned his gaze to your lips. You blushed at his sudden boldness and stammered.

"I-ah... yeah. You’re cute love."

He frowned and roughly captured your lips in a possessive kiss as if a switch flipped in him to assert his dominance over you. A little thing (haha shorty) like you was cute, but not him. He bit your lips softly and with his other hand, caressed your cheek. You blushed profusely and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer to you and deepening the kiss.

After a minute, you both pulled back desperately gasping for air. Dan Heng's expression returned to his usual calm look except for a soft blush dusting his cheeks as he buried his face into your neck. You giggled and pet his hair as he murmured,

"I’m not cute."

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Welt:

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GIF by thisisfoxhole

“What are you doing, dear?" The male questioned with a confused look trying to wrap his head around the reason you could be poking at his cheek. Did you want attention? Were you bored? Was something the matter?

"Do you require some attention?"

“No." You said, continuing to poke at his cheek. The older male’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he remained quiet for a moment to think. If that wasn’t what you wanted... then what?

"...Is there something else that you need?"

"You could say that, darling." You replied in a flirty tone of voice.

"...Will you please tell me what it is so that I can satisfy you, love?"

"I want you.” You flirted, watching mild surprise coat his features. The male’s back stiffened before he cleared his throat and pushed his glasses up a bit.

“I see..." He muttered, looking at you then opening his arms for you to jump into. You grinned happily and immediately launched yourself into his arms, burying your face into his lean chest. He chuckled quietly and brought you closer, internally cooing at how cute your height difference was. He practically engulfed your smaller frame with his large and lanky arms.

"I love you Welt..." You mumbled sleepily, continuing to rest your head on his chest.

"I love you too, my dear." Your lover replied with a gentle smile, admiring the way you were already falling asleep in the comfort of his arms. He picked you up gently and made his way to your shared room, listening to your sleepy flirting.

"You’re so handsome Welt... I love you so much. Have I told you how lucky I am to have you? Cause I’m superrrr lucky…”

He chuckled, "I love you too, dear. I’m equally just as lucky to have met you." He whispered back, now entering your shared room and closing the door. He placed you down on the bed and pulled the covers over you. Carefully, he moved to sit beside you, gently pushing some stray hair out of your face with a loving smile.

“Lay with mee..." You begged tiredly, tugging on his sleeve. He said nothing and obeyed, lying down beside you. You snuggled closer into his chest and together the two of you drifted into a comfortable sleep as he stroked your hair.

"I love you, darling..."

"I love you too, dear."

SPECIAL FOR REQUESTER:



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"I love you, my beloved." Jing Yuan murmured, gazing at you with pure love and adoration in his eyes. His golden irises softened upon seeing you smile up at him, stretching your arms out to him.

He chuckled and picked you up with ease by your waist, spinning you around with a lovestruck grin. You laughed, enjoying the feeling of your clothing fluttering in the wind.

"Hahahah, I love you too, my love!"

"Oh? Is that so? That brings me immense joy to hear, dear.” The taller male replied with an amused grin plastered across his face. He stopped twirling you around and set you down onto the ground for a moment causing a pout to appear on your face.

"Pick me up again, please? My feet are tired." You said, raising your arms again while offering the general a pleading look.

"Very well, my queen/king." Jing Yuan agreed, lifting you up once again with a smile, princess style. His arms supported your legs as he had the other positioned on your back. You wrapped an arm around his neck and blushed profusely at his lovestruck eyes that never seemed to leave your face.

"What are you staring at, Jing Yuan?"

“Hopefully, my future wife/husband."

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[yoisami]

˚₊‧୨୧ TELL YOU SOMEDAY

[૮₍ ˃ࡇ˂ ₎ა]: i’m unsettled that i wrote a birthday fic for kuroo but not for my bf osamu :/ was gonna drop an angsty bomb for him LOL but decided not to for hana (ily bae) ╮⁠(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠╭

tags. kuroo tetsurou x gn!reader, 1.5k wc, fluff, unestablished relationship, happy birthday kuroo yay, heavy narration sorry, if every time i use an em dash in my writing and i gain a dollar, i’d be a literal billionaire

“sit here and wait for me!”

brandishing your index finger at your couch, kuroo complies with your facetious command as he falls into the couch, sinking into the furniture. a familiar, frisky grin blossoms on your face before you turn your head to prepare “something” in the kitchen. you even declared that you wouldn’t hesitate to kick him out of your apartment if he enters the kitchen.

“better be quick then,” kuroo jests, watching you leave the living room and into the kitchen. peeping your head out, you scrunch your nose as he reciprocates your expression.

you look at him once more as your lips break into another grin. “don’t rush me. good things take time!”

right now, you’re completely persuaded that he’s an idiot and is fully unaware of the little birthday “surprise” you’ve prepared for him, and kuroo pats himself on the back for being able to continue this game of pretend play. while you’re busy bathing in a pool of triumph, you don’t realise that you’ve fallen for kuroo’s fake ignorance—he knows that you’ve arranged a birthday cake for him, with candles to blow out at exactly twelve o’clock.

it’s currently eleven fifty-one, and you’re adding some final touches to kuroo’s birthday cake in the kitchen—the ultimate reason why he’s prohibited from entering the kitchen for the next nine minutes.

the corner of his lips curves upwards when you’ve left the living room entirely, and he dips his head backwards, throwing a palm over his eyes. with his vision partially covered, his sole focus is on the warmth that blooms inside his cheeks and the tips of his ears, and it feels as if his heart is about to combust. it’s beating violently and incessantly, and kuroo admits that he’s a lovesick fool—for you.

he’s twenty—soon to be twenty-one—but acts nothing like the true adult that he’s supposed to be. unable to control his teeming bliss, kuroo buries his face into one of the available cushions on the couch, murmuring and screeching incoherently into the slip before he lifts his head up.

whether it’s his love that makes him immature or it’s his inborn fate to be an idiot, kuroo feels as if he’s reversed time and become a second-year high school student again—someone who is eager to love another, and hopeful about the works of romance. kuroo established the fact that he liked you when he was fourteen and naïve, only expecting his feelings would eventually dilute when he entered high school. he was convinced that you were just a “phase” that he was yet to grow out of, but quite the opposite happened—he didn’t fall for a single one of his classmates because you continued to reign over his heart. 

their jokes were inferior to yours, and none of them were as talented as you. your voice had a pretty tone, and it’s distinct from everyone else’s—even to this day, your voice continues to call out to his heart, whether it was signalling to him or not. his classmates weren’t as kind as you, or as caring as you, or as selfless as you—you’re special to him.

and even though he’s in university, where there are more attractive and talented people, no one else could win him over like you do. kuroo believes that you have some superpower over his heart—kenma’s face twisted in disgust when he said that the first time.

to his dismay, you didn’t appear to feel the same way as he did. your pair of eyes followed another boy, and your romantic gestures were never directed at kuroo. in high school, you baked pink butter cookies for some other boy every year on valentine’s day. they were packaged in clear pockets that were tied shut by lace ribbons you purposely visited the department store for, and you’d arrive at school in the early morning to secure a spot for your gift on his desk. your heart seemed to call out to someone else; your heart seemed to be in the hands of someone else.

but after high school, things have changed. you no longer spend time thinking about a boy you like before falling asleep, nor do you bashfully fix your hair when he walks by. for once, your heart seems to be vacant for kuroo.

and he’d be stupid if he didn’t take that to his advantage.

for the past month, kuroo has been scattering pieces of his feelings beside your feet that form a path to him. in your conversations, he responded to you in ways that potentially suggested romance in hopes of confusing you (he has to have a bit of fun, of course), was acting more chivalrously around you, and was a tad more affectionate with you (throwing his arm over your shoulders when you’re walking, fixing your hair when the wind messes it up)—all of them were shimmering hints that he’s been hoping you’d take notice of.

and you have, and kuroo’s more than pleased to see that you mirror his gestures too. when he drops a pathetic pick-up line, you do the same; when kuroo flippantly taps your knee under the table, you take his hand and momentarily fidget with his calloused hand.

you’re flustered when he leans in close to tease you; in his periphery, he notices your prolonged stares, and you’ve changed your hair accessories to his favourite colour.

finally, you like him back.

“tetsurou! shut your eyes.”

kuroo straightens his posture as he closes his eyes, his hands resting on his knees. despite having his eyes shut, he could see that the lights in the apartment had been turned off. now, he’s limited to only four of his senses.

the sound of your footsteps lightly pad in his direction, and he could hear your broken giggles as you made a half-hearted attempt to hold yourself back from laughing at him. the heater softly whirrs, but the noise dissipates from kuroo’s focus when you begin to sing.

“happy birthday to you... happy birthday to you...” 

it’s a sweet tune that he hears once every year, usually sung by a number of his friends and family. their voices would combine, sounding a little off-tune and unsynchronised, and kuroo would never be able to tell whose voice belongs to whom.

“happy birthday dear tetsurou...”

but this year, you’re the first person to sing him this song, and he appreciates it more than yaku’s frequent voice cracks when he sings.

“happy birthday to you!”

your voice gently falls to end the song, but soon returns when he feels your elbow nudging his arm. “hey—open your eyes.”

the living room is dimly lit by tiny flame that flutters atop the pink candle, standing humbly as the only candle on kuroo’s birthday cake. it offers enough light for him to see everything within his vicinity, but it especially accentuates your presence.

“i sang you ‘happy birthday’ and you didn’t even open your eyes for that,” you sigh, plastering a counterfeit frown on your lips. he knows your pout is a joke when it quickly vanishes, defeated by your animated grin that puts his thoughts on hold. “make a wish.”

“alright.”

his eyes are closed again. his hands are clasped together and pressed to his lips, and his heart, eager and hopeful, is singing out to you:

i want to be the one you love.

there’s a short moment of silence before your voice interferes with the silence in the room. “done?”

opening his eyes, kuroo nods. curiousity glints in your irises, and you lean in closer to him.

“what’d you wish for?”

“can’t tell you that,” kuroo says. “if i tell you, then it won’t come true.”

“what are you, five? you know that birthday wishes don’t come true anyway.”

well, kuroo hopes that your assumption is wrong—very wrong.

“so, what’d you wish for?”

between the two of you, kuroo can see miniscule, colourless particles that maunder in the air. he then focuses on you—your skin imbibes the flame’s yellow glow, and your eye smiles remind him of half-moons in summer. perfection exists within you, and kuroo is accustomed to the twinkle of love that he sees in your pupils when light ricochets off your cornea. 

two years ago, you’d look at him with so much love—however, it’s a different kind of love that he sees in your eyes now. you look at him as if he collects glitter from the moon for you, and you look at him as if he’s the prince charming in your fairytale. you love him, and he loves you—

—but that’s a secret he’ll keep to himself for a little while longer.

“are you gonna an—”

when kuroo flicks your forehead with his blistered fingers, you jerk away, yelping “ow!” as you bring your hand to soothe the area, scowling at his trademark smirk.

“i’ll tell you someday. but i want to eat the cake now.”

© yoisami 2023. plagiarism, translation and distribution of my works outside of tumblr is not permitted.

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[black-lake]

astro observations 2

more observations today for ya? this time both signs and aspects. 🦊 

Should I call it the Aquarius post? 🤔 I mentioned Aquarius too many times, sorry I relate too hard, bear with me. 

Highlights: aquarius, MC, IC, sun, virgo, capricorn, gemini, sagittarius, jupiter, mercury, moon, scorpio, aries, uranus

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🦋 Aquarius placements especially sun, moon, mercury, mars, MC and ascendant are PROS at ignoring your texts until they want to answer. It's like they either consciously ignore your text to rebel against what others expect them to do and do exactly what they want at that time, or unconsciously rebel in the same way desiring complete "freedom". My bestie is aquarius sun and I'm aquarius MC, we answer each other's texts days or weeks later and are okay with it 💀 oh, the answer is also too irrelevant it makes you want to throw your phone at a wall yay 😻

🦋 Fire moon + fire/air mars and anger issues 🤝

🦋 Virgo moons, you had a critical mom or parental figure, you internalized her voice, you criticize without knowing. Your words can make someone self conscious even if you think it's innocent judgment 🥺 Your words can also make some's day because you are trusted! (applies to gemini moons and mercury too). Don’t take it for granted. Until you know how to use your judgment for good, with balance and kindness you become the warmest most looked up to friend.

🦋 Capricorn moons are such complex individuals, their trauma is unique to them, they can endure and have endured a LOT. They are extremely caring or deadly careless no in between. Keeping it professional is what they're good at. Each one I met is so much different than the other, they have similar but different stories, but they all have this grounded energy that can make them even seem heavy energetically. Once evolved, they can be the wisest people to talk to.

🦋 Aquarius MC individuals might have been too emotionally attached to their family at a young age, especially their mom (with leo 4th). They had so much passion and love for their mom and realized it wasn't equally reciprocated, they were manipulated (hits home). They also might have been jealous and needed the love and attention all on them, but they dgaf anymore. 😎 At a certain age, their family broke their trust and they became completely detached. They learned to be emotionally secure and set strong boundaries with people which shocked everyone. They stopped giving energy to their family or anyone else. They ran out of f*cks to give so soon.

🦋 Aquarius MC/IC they were and always will be seen as weird and different from their family and everyone else (hell I'm seen as controversial and questionable even when I sit still and do nothing). love that.

🦋 Also if you have Aquarius MC, IC or Ascendant check when saturn transits 4th or 10th or aspects the nodes/mc. This indicates the end of karmic cycles with your family related to your self concept and self expression. You will have a chance to break cycles and be more individualistic. It may be painful but hold on. 🥺

🦋 Gemini and Virgo ascendants can be introverted or extroverted, mostly introverted, unless they have planets in the 1st, much air or fire energy. They always have a way with words tho no matter what, and they always are nervous, their minds never shut down, they keep thinking and rethinking lol. These individuals break social norms, research and discuss topics much more profoundly than what has been done before. They have topics to talk about that were forgotten or not discussed enough.

🦋 Sagittarius moons and placements, feeling the need to laugh at the wrong, very wrong time. LOUD laughs . Laughs that make others stare with a look of concern. Making jokes when it's time to get serious. Repeating jokes as it gets more serious. Making more jokes when someone tells them to stop. Laughs at people not laughing at their jokes. Laughs at their own joke before they say it. plz I admire. 

🦋 Gemini, Virgo, Aquarius, Capricorn, Aries, Leo, Scorpio mercuries intrigue me the most, they got something impressive about them, the way they talk and their words are powerful, can equally be destructive and toxic. People can take them the wrong way. What they have to say should be heard period. Watch your speech if you have these signs, you don’t want to hurt people or yourself.

🦋 Now I don’t like to talk about how Scorpio and Aries mars are seen as "sexy" because it's been said trillions of times (even tho I like to read them because I'm a scorpio mars 💀). But hear me out, the most prominent thing about all scorpio mars individuals is that they like to move in complete silence, like they don't exist, like you will never catch them. Every decision they take in life is private, because that's the only way they can shock you with their big success and revenge on all people that didn't believe in them. They want to keep you guessing and never give you answers but will show actions and accomplishments only. Their biggest dream is to come out on top once everyone has forgotten about them (or not), but to see your jaw droppin is their wet dream loool.  

🦋 Mercury conjunct Uranus? and all aspects for that matter, but especially the conjunction. You cannot convince me that these individuals are not geniuses, no matter how dumb they act. Take care of your mind, it's something special gorg. Also your voice must be so unique, it stays on someone's mind and is so vivid when they think of you. 

🦋 Mercury conjunct Jupiter, the philosopher. You just like to talk about abstract and broad topics. Spiritualist at heart, rational to deny it often tho. You have sooo many interests it's insane. You are the jack of all trades. People expect you to know things? You come off as a know it all, even if you don't mean it (yea I have it I relate). You have lessons to learn and teach those around you especially about their concept of life and beliefs. Any compliment you give can mean a lot to people. Your positivity is infectious. 

🦋 Mercury aspecting Jupiter, especially conjunctions can give a lot of optimism, this applies to neptune positively aspecting chiron as well. I see it in charts of people that have heavy saturn, pluto or chiron energy, to balance the darkness, their ability to think positively is healing to them and others because likely other things are destroying them in life and they already have many wounds. Your optimism is not an illusion, it's a gift from the universe. Life gets better as you spiritually evolve. 

🦋 Moon opposite/square mercury, such a hard aspect. A constant mental and emotional conflict. You don't know whether to trust your thoughts or emotions. You don't know when you're trusting either. There is a direct and strong influence of thoughts on emotions. Now that means your thought can hurt you or elevate you so be careful. Especially at a young age your thoughts and others' thoughts have hurt you deeply, as you grow you learn how to balance it out, to not give a f*ck. The good thing about this aspect is that these people pick up on their thought patterns easily and have potential to manipulate their minds to their benefit. Mental health is important to these individuals. Don't let your mind run wild especially in a negative direction. It's also important to surround yourselves with positive people. Music might be important for you to process emotions. 

🦋 Conjunctions are far from being "neutral" aspects imo. They are powerful natural talents and gifts in perspective, confidence, expression and skills. These aspects are always positive, even to challenging planets, if they act negatively then there are likely other challenging aspects to the same planets, the native might have not learned yet how to work with this energy or hasn’t realized their potential. Conjunctions are the highest and strongest potential any two planets can reach. The planets don't become "one", they rather meet eye to eye, acknowledge their qualities fully and work out their differences beautifully which manifests in the form of talents and potential. Yes like all aspects they got their negatives too but their positives enormously surpass the negatives. Conjunctions are highly positive aspects, it's unfair to call them neutral.

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[licorice-tea]

Loving and Letting Go

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x reader

Content: Angst, hurt/comfort, eventually fluff, a little bit of platonic Zosan <3

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: FIRST REQUEST YAY! tysm to the anon who requested this, i loved writing this! hopefully it fits what you wanted! and ugh i tried to write it so it’s clear that sanji is genuinely in love for the reader, so much so that he’s willing to grow and change for them. he’s just so sweet, one of my fave characters for sure! oh also the title is from a song by Pham Viphurit! enjoy <3

Sanji loves you, so so so much. More than he could ever put into words, or cards and gifts of perfectly delicious meals and fruity drinks, or even hugs and kisses every time the two of you cross paths. But he still tries to convey the extent of his feelings for you, though it will never be enough in his humble opinion.

You, on the other hand, hold the complete opposite opinion. Yes, Sanji is sweet and loving and a great boyfriend, but sometimes he just does too much. Like, when he gives you presents out of the blue; you enjoyed the gifts at first, but overtime you started to feel bad for him spending all of his extra money on you. Then there were the things he’d say to you; you could be doing the most mundane of tasks, or be sick and rotting in bed, and Sanji would still address you as “my goddess.” Simply put, you feel undeserving of the amount of attention he gives you, and it makes you nervous.

Today, like everyday since the two of you became official (and quite a while before that), you wake up in his arms. Though Sanji wakes up much earlier than you in order to prepare breakfast and coffees and teas for the crew, he always makes time to come back and wake you up. And you know, as soon as you shuffle or allow your breathing to become uneven, that he’ll know you’re awake. So you try to fall back asleep in hopes he’ll just go and let you wake up alone. At least then your performance wont have to start until breakfast.

Unfortunately, Sanji just knows you too well. He notices the gentle flutter of your lashes and how your breathing had quickened, if only for a moment. Some people might consider this a luxury; to have such an attentive partner who knows you better than you know yourself. And you did too, at one point.

“Mon amour,” he whispers, “are you awake? I brought you a cup of coffee, and breakfast is ready in the kitchen.”

Sanji’s breath is warm on the back of your neck, but he places a kiss there and suddenly it’s burning hot. He’s so insatiable, smothering you in displays of affection first thing in the morning.

You really can’t take it anymore, and so you gently remove the arm that lays across you. “Go away, Sanji.” It comes off harsher than intended, but the buildup of stress from his constant admiration has reached its peak.

“…Are you ok? Are you sick?”

You sigh, still not turning to face him. “I’m fine, I just… you need to let me be.”

“Angel, have I done something? I’ll make it up to you, I swear, name what you want-“

“I want you to go away.”

Sanji holds his breath for a moment. You’re wounding him with your words, which you should feel bad for, but he’s literally giving you a headache. He doesn’t understand that even you, usually so accepting and reciprocating of all his love, have limits and require space.

He retracts his arms from around you and slips out of the bed, making sure to fix the comforter after. Sanji’s hand lingers on the door knob for a moment before he finally turns it. And while you let out a relieved, but shaky exhale, he tries to hold back tears on the other side of the door.

The tension between you two is palatable as ever. Not that there isn’t always some sort of tension, because there is, but usually it’s more… passionate. Or romantic, at the very least. But for the first time, the rest of the crew can tell that you and Sanji seem to be in the middle of some sort of lovers quarrel. He watches you from a distance and attempts to approach you several times throughout the course of the day, and every time you find some way to make yourself busy.

Even Zoro, in all his obliviousness, notices how little you two are interacting. “Hey, shitty cook.”

“Piss off, Zoro. I’m not in the mood for your stupidity.”

“Trouble in paradise?”

“Excuse me?”

“Ya know, with you and y/n. She’s avoiding you, so… What’d you do?”

“I DIDN’T-“ Sanji catches himself yelling, and takes a deep breath. “I don’t know. She just told me to leave her alone, and I’m respecting her wishes.”

“Huh. Well, alright then.”

Zoro doesn’t speak further, but Sanji can tell he has something to say since he’s still sitting at the kitchen island instead of taking his sake to enjoy on the deck. “What? Just spit it out already, asshole.”

He shrugs. “You’re probably suffocating her with all your… love-y shit.”

“Suffocating? No, no I treat her the way she deserves to be treated. Y/n is my goddess, my night and day, she is the queen of my heart and-“

“You see what I mean? Y/n is great or whatever, but she’s a human. She’s one of our crewmates, for fucks sake, and you worship the ground she walks on instead of treating her like one.”

“Because I love her.”

“She knows you love her, idiot.”

“… Hm. You think so?”

“It’s pretty fucking obvious.”

Sanji scoffs. “Whatever.”

He walks out of the kitchen with his hands in his pockets, but mind elsewhere. Perhaps Zoro… is right? Even that doesn’t sound possible, but… Sanji could understand how you might, on occasion, feel a little smothered. But even if you did, he thought you enjoyed it! You always welcomed his lips on yours or his hands around you, and you often would giggle and accept his compliments, returning them with your own. So when did you start to feel fed up with him? Had he not paid you enough attention, too caught up in worshipping you as the (surprisingly emotionally intelligent) swordsman had said? And most importantly, was it too late now to repair the damage?

Sanji finds you in the aquarium bar, finally, after searching the upper deck and checking your room and your study below deck. The door is open, so he knocks against the frame. You turn away from the tank to look at him with eyes wide open.

“Can we talk?”

You nod silently, and scoot over in the booth seat assuming that he would want to sit by you. But to your (pleasant?) surprise, Sanji takes a seat in a chair on the other side of the table.

“Mon- ahem, y/n. I’ve come to understand that maybe… Maybe you’ve felt smothered by me, recently. Is that true?”

You’re surprised that he recognizes why you’re upset. “Mhm. A little.”

“Can you tell me more, my love? I want to fix this, to fix my behavior.”

“…You’re perfect, Sanji. And I love you so much, it’s just… It makes me anxious when you’re always so- so extreme, you know?”

“What do you mean?” Which, he already knows; the gifts, the constant PDA, being around you 24/7…

You sigh. “You know what I mean, Sanji…”

“Yes, I do, but I don’t want it to be true. I don’t want you to feel bad because of me.” He thinks.

“You’re always hovering over me, and as much as I love being around you, too, it’s just too much. I need space, sometimes, and I’m only human but you treat me like… Like I’m somehow different or better than the others, and that… I don’t know, it makes me feel bad about myself.”

“I never want you to feel that way-“

“But you do. I feel guilty and nervous and- and..” you sniffle. Oh god, you’re crying. “I love you, but sometimes it’s too much.”

Sanji feels tears pricking the in the corners of his eyes, too. Was there really such a thing as too much affection? Clearly, if he had just made you cry from all of it.

“Y/n… I- I’m so sorry, I never meant to overwhelm you.”

You respond with an equally soft tone. “I know. It’s ok.”

He shakes his head and reaches an arm across the table, but second guessed the action and retracts his hand. “It’s not. I shouldn’t have ever done anything to make you uncomfortable in the first place.

You reach out this time, putting one hand over both of his. He glances up at you. “You didn’t know.”

“Still….”

“In the future, maybe… Maybe try to do a little less, if that makes sense?”

Sanji nods, and reaches out again; this time to wipe the tears from your cheeks. “I just love you so much, y/n.”

“I love you too.”

While cradling your face in one hand, he continues. “I’ll give you more space from now on, if that’s what will make you feel better.”

“I think it will.”

And it does. In the coming days, Sanji keeps the PDA to a minimum, and even makes a point to call you by your name more often than he addresses you as “my goddess.” It makes you feel more seen, and definitely more comfortable.

You still want him to hold you most nights. It’s hard to fall asleep without his arms around you after so long getting used to the feeling of him; his love, his protection, his dedication and his breath. And of course, Sanji still indulges you. The great, passionate love he has for you hasn’t gone away- it never will- but the way he shows you affection are more so on your terms now.

Besides: what greater way could there be to show you his love, than by doing everything in his power to make you happy?

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[webcorelino]

anything | hwang hyunjin. 

After flying out to visit your online best friend for the first time, you're hopeful that the obvious tension between the two of you will finally find it's resolve, since Hyunjin is always so open about his feelings. Turns out you'll have to take the matter into your own hands. 

Best Friend!Hyunjin, female reader. ~4.4k words.

WARNINGS: smut, sub!Hyunjin, slight degradation, orgasm denial, cum eating, reader spits in hyunjin's mouth (yay), unprotected sex. MDNI. 

Author’s note: another one of my old works!! please reblog if you enjoy it :))  i'm praying the tags work properly this time lol

Don't interact with my work if you’re a minor or have a ageless/default/empty blog. 

It's been five days. Five whole days since you've arrived in Seoul and was staying at Hyunjin’s house, and although part of you–the decent part of you–wants to believe you've been having the time of your life, the honest part of you feels like it has been eating itself alive. 

You've met Hyunjin online and have been talking to him for a little over a year now–the blond haired boy being the only genuine friendship you've came across on the internet. The constant bickering between the two of you in the first few weeks was lighthearted, but it seemed that as you both grew closer, it would get a bit more risky. That along with the frequency in which you FaceTimed each other–that being every single day–meant it wouldn't be long until lengthy text messages start to get exchanged. Very heartfelt, and of course, platonic messages seemed to pop up in your phone late at night. Something he saw, or a thought that crossed his mind just made Hyunjin feel like picking up the phone and telling you how good you make him feel, how he appreciates having you around every single day. How no one has ever made him as happy as you do. All of his feelings were reciprocated, but that's always where you left it. Platonic text messages. One got too overwhelmed with unresolved feelings during the nighttime, would love bomb the other and wake up the next day, bickering, like nothing ever happened. 

When you both were arranging the things for this trip you were guessing, hoping, all of these unspoken feelings would violently boil to the surface–and, at least for you, they did. 

It feels so embarrassing how every little thing Hyunjin did turns you on–the way he spread his thighs when he sits down, the way he crosses his arms over his broad chest, how he throws his head back when he laughs, and specially when he shows you his dance routines, which he seems to enjoy a lot. You felt disgusting for feeling such things while he was doing nothing but being a good friend for you–there was no malice behind any of his actions, and your frustration would quickly turn into guilt. 

You guys walked a dangerous, confusing line. You were staying in his room, sleeping in his bed, and still no moves were made. You were full on cuddling to sleep but for some reason he just wouldn't make the first move–you blamed it on how fast you could feel his heart beating on your back as it touched his chest each night. 

The raindrops play a calming melody outside, muffled by the walls of his bedroom. Hyunjin lays on his back and you on your stomach, head on his chest as he runs his palm through your back. At that moment, you felt so safe and grounded you didn't see a reason to hold back your bluntness. 

“Your heart always beats so fast when we're like this.” Your middle finger traces a delicate line along his chest. “Do I make you nervous?” 

Your soft whispers suddenly made the boy hyper aware of your lingering touches on his chest, the hairs on his arms rising in attention. He stutters before forming a coherent sentence. “A little, I guess.” 

You smile as he shudders. The roaming finger becomes a palm, lightly running through his entire torso. Your head finds the crook of his neck, lips touching his skin as you reply. “Why's that?” 

Your lips leave quick, shy pecks on the skin. “I don't know.” Your tongue tastes his neck for just a second and a small gasp leaves the boy's lips. He can feel your smile on his skin as you resume your kissing, now pressing a little harder, opening your mouth just a little wider to suck on the tinniest bit of supple skin. Hyunjin couldn't tell if you were testing the waters or purposefully teasing him. 

You stretch your neck, kissing up the length of his own until you reach his jawline. “How come you don't know?” 

His nervous stutters didn't match the way he lifted his chin, giving you space to kiss his jaw as your lips neared his. You lift your head after you reach his chin, gaze fix on his as there's less than an inch separating both of you. Hyunjin looks enthralled, frozen–curious eyes look back at you with such intensity it encourages you to lower your hand from his abdomen to his hips–touch still feather-light. 

You don't kiss him just yet. You inch just a bit closer to his full lips, his neck rising to meet yours, but you pull back before he meets you in the middle. Hyunjin lets out the smallest of whines as his head touches the pillow again. “I asked you a question, hm? Talk to me.” You encourage, lips touching his as you whisper. 

Hyunjin’s afraid you've noticed him swallowing the lump on his throat, eyes avoiding yours. “It's just weird, being this close to you. It makes me nervous. I've dreamed about this for so long that actually having you here feels unreal.” 

You kiss the softness of his cheek. “What have you been dreaming about?” 

The boy's eyes flutter shut, immersed in your aura, only to open again in confusion when your lips suddenly weren't on him anymore. 

“Why'd you stop?” He asks, voice breathy. 

“You didn't reply.” 

Your eyes gleam with something Hyunjin has never seen on them before, eyelids hanging low and lips with a smirk so devilish they don't look like they belong to the kindhearted girl he's been spending his days with. He isn't complaining, but he sure is surprised. Your lips feel electric even with how briefly they touch his. “How can I give you what you need if you don't tell me what you've been thinking about?” You continue. Your words indicate a simple need for instructions, but your demeanour told Hyunjin something else, something dirtier. Your gaze was evil–he felt like a deer caught in headlights, incapable of doing anything besides watching what you'd do to him next. 

“I thought about feeling your hands on me.” He hates himself for sounding so fragile, but continues when he feels your lips on him again. Your small hand lazily inches closer to his clothed crotch. “I thought of your mouth- how much I want to kiss you.” 

Hyunjin's abruptly interrupted by a gasp, eyes shutting close when you finally palm him. Your hand firmly grips his cock through his sweatpants and you try to look unfazed by his girth. He can't help but hide his face with his arm, eyes covered by his bent elbow, embarrassed by his reaction to such minimal stimulation. Your mouth finds his neck once again, now intentionally leaving marks. You can't help but giggle at the loud and needy moan the tall boy under you lets out, his cheeks and neck so red you'd be worried if you weren't having so much fun. “You're so sensitive.” 

He swallows again. “I'm sorry.” 

You look at him once more, hand still working his girth as you speak. “Stop hiding. I wanna see you.” 

Hyunjin's chest swells with deep breaths, but he doesn't move his arm away from his face. “I'm just embarrassed, I'm sorry.” 

“I'll touch you properly if you let me see you.” 

Reluctantly, he allows his arm to fall by his side. His other hand, that was once smoothly running down your back, now grabs a fistful of your shirt. 

Hyunjin's voice is breathy when he replies, desperately trying to sound composed. The boost of confidence you get when he visibly shivers as your gaze finally meets his is unreal. You get lost in his sleepy brown eyes for a couple of seconds–the boy's heavy breathing and fluffly, messy hair were a sight impossible not to get caught up on. His quiet voice brings you back to reality shortly after. 

“You told me you would-” You shift closer to his face after the moan he lets out, desperate to get more pretty noises out of him after you reached under his underwear, getting hold of his cock. Hyunjin feels hot and heavy in your palm as you firmly stroke him, completely hypnotized by the movement of you hand under his sweatpants. 

Throughout this entire time, if your lips weren't on Hyunjin's skin, they were hovering just above his. The boy watched your expression, entranced by the way your hand moved on him, and he tried his best to contain the embarrassing whines his throat threatened to let out. Your small hand worked wonders on his shaft, squeezing on the way up, gathering the leaking precum on the tip and spreading it over his cock. The way you're so focused on his rock hard erection flusters Hyunjin to no end–the fact you didn't even look at his face again after his erection called your attention made him feel neglected. It felt like you weren't worried about pleasing him, you were simply touching him to see how his body would react. An experiment. Hyunjin didn't dislike the idea of being merely used by you. 

“You have such a pretty cock.” You breath out, earning a faint moan of your name, “It's a shame you don't know how to use it.” 

“I do-” 

“You do? So if I put it in my mouth right now are you gonna fuck my throat, or just lay here and squirm as I take my time with you?” You say, hand now focused on massaging his tip. 

Hyunjin had his free hand grasping his pillow–the other one, that once was grabbing on your shirt, now found it's way under it, seeking comfort on your skin. Your face hovered over his and he didn't try to hide the adoration with which he looked at you. His body was responsive and your eyes locked him in a trance that convinced him to do absolutely anything you asked him to, your lips barely touching his for so long but never committing to kissing him was pure torture. His brain couldn't grasp what you just told him, unable to process anything but how soft your lips would feel, how he desperately needed you on his tongue. 

“Please, kiss me.” He doesn't remember ever sounding this weak. 

“That's not what I asked, Hyune.” 

“I know, I just- please. I need you to kiss me.” 

The smirk haunting your lips fill him with fear you won't have mercy anytime soon. Your free hand reaches for his jawline to open his mouth as Hyunjin omplies–shy, hooded eyes watch your spit drip towards his mouth. You notice the way he tilts his chin up, impatient, chasing the spit that's still halfway down. But he doesn't close his mouth when your saliva finally reaches it. Instead, he sticks his tongue out and you use the opportunity to move your hand faster on his cock–your wrist's pace picks up, restless, ripping out of Hyunjin the whiniest moans as you let your spit dribble down once again, making sure to quickly lick his tongue before closing his mouth shut, allowing him to swallow. You can't help but smile at the way he moans louder as soon as he feels your tongue on his, even for a split second. 

“This will have to do for now.” 

Hyunjin's brain is too mushed to feel embarrassment as your hand brought him close, closer to the edge with each harsh stroke. You move so fast on him his brain couldn't keep up with the pleasure–his moans become shorter and higher as his thighs suddenly freeze beside you. The boy's mouth hangs open and that's your sign to stop, removing your hand completely from him. He instinctively grabs your wrist, hips bucking into nothing. 

“No! Please, don't- what did I do wrong?!” He whines, leaning into you, seeking some type of comfort. 

You coo, kissing his cheek gently as the boy goes off on an incoherent mumbling tangent. “You didn't do anything wrong, baby. I'm just having fun. Are you feeling good?” 

He nods reluctantly, shifting his needy gaze from your eyes to his cock. It was impossible for you to ignore it–it looked messy with his own slick all over it, demanding attention as the tip leaked a small puddle onto his stomach. 

“You don't seem so sure…” You drift off, but your train of thought is interrupted when you move your hand, realizing how sticky he left it. “Clean me off.” You mutter as you bring your hand to his mouth. 

Embarrassment seems to find it's way back into Hyunjin, eyes closing shut as he licks a long strip from your palm to the tips of your fingers. The feeling of his tongue is distracting, but you're able to trace back to your original thought. “Are you sure you're feeling good? Is there anything else I can do for you?” 

Hyunjin looks up at you, tongue still licking at your palm before he replies. “It felt good, but I didn't-” he's abruptly interrupted by the feeling of your index and middle fingers shoved in his mouth, knuckles touching his lips. “You really made a mess out of my fingers…” You mumble, cooing. “Make sure you clean it up real nice, alright?” The boy nods shyly. You could feel his eyes on you when your attention was on his mouth, but as soon as your gaze met his, he would look down to your hand. Cute. 

“Keep going, baby.” You remove your fingers from his lips but his hold doesn't falter–your hand still hovers over his face as Hyunjin replies, taking breaks to talk in between licking the rest of his precum off your fingers. “You're feeling good?” 

The way he stumbles over his words, clearly uneasy, makes you think he's about to ask you to let him cum. “I am, but I really wanna kiss you.” 

You're taken aback by his passive request. Hyunjin notices how the light in your eyes flicker, and he's sure he said the right thing when your smirk softens, melting into a huge smile. His hazy mind is completely enamoured of you–there could be a fire starting in his room but he simply wouldn't be able to pry his eyes away from your face. 

“You wanna kiss me?” He nods before you even finish, making you giggle. The hand you had on his mouth now rests on his cheek, thumb stroking his skin softly. “Do you think you deserve it?” 

“I think I was good.” You raise your eyebrows, making the boy under you justify his claim. “Wasn't I? I promise I tried to be good.” 

“I guess you were… But I don't know, Hyune...” The nickname makes his head spin. “I'm scared you might cum as soon as I kiss you…” You drift off. He doesn't understand how you could wear such a sweet smile while torturing him like this. 

You giggle at his panic. “No, I promise I won't! I promise I'll make you feel good, just, please let me kiss you. I've been wanting to kiss you this entire time.” 

You lean towards his space again, leaving nearly no distance between your lips and his. “You're more eager to kiss me than to cum. Cute.” 

Your words make him shiver, Hyunjin's eyes are fix on your lips as he raises his chin, chasing them. You giggle as you pull back and his voice sounds shaky, a weak mutter of your name getting your attention. “Oh my God. Just- please.” 

He moans as soon as you close the distance between the two of you, showing absolutely no resistance as you all but shove your tongue in his mouth. His desperation bleeds into the kiss, hand coming up to cup your cheek, obsessively pulling you as close to him as he possibly could. 

The kiss seems to give him a boost of confidence, or maybe it just completely pushed him over the edge, because Hyunjin's hands start to roam through your entire body. His tongue stays insistent in yours as he eagerly caresses your back, chest, ass–wherever his hands landed with his rapid, anxious movements. He whines as you sit up, lifting off of him to remove your shorts and underwear. Hyunjin feels like his sanity is slipping away as you mount him, wet core dripping right above his cock as you lean down to kiss him again. His hands find your hips, groping, kissing you like his life depended on keeping your lips on his, and right now, it felt like it did. 

Hyunjin grips your hips hard as you position yourself on him, slowly sinking down, grunting as he watched you completely sit on his shaft. You lean forward again, hips staying completely still as you make out, tongue abusing his panting mouth. Hyunjin's eyes roll to the back of his head when you rock yourself gently against him, mind completely gone to pay attention or think about anything else but your warm cunt. That's why, although he can't possibly force himself to look at you, his ears perk up as your whiny voice whispers above his lips. “You're only allowed to cum after I do. Do you understand that?” 

The amount of effort it takes for him to simply nod is embarrassing. You position your forearms to rest by his head, your hips starting to bounce on him. Hyunjin's breath is immediately knocked out of his lungs, the squelching noise of your dripping cunt sinking on him is intoxicating–his entire being, all of his senses feel completely engulfed by you. 

Suddenly, your hand comes to the boy's jaw, bringing his gaze back to yours with a tight grip. “I asked you a question, Hyunjin. I expect an answer.” 

Overwhelmed, Hyunjin nods rapidly, but he's able to force a reply out of himself shortly after. “Yes. I'll only cum after you do.” 

Your countenance melts into a pleased expression as you finally move your hips as fast as you like, riding him with purpose. Hyunjin seems to be in the verge of tears all times you look down at him, his grip–he wants to grab onto something to ground himself, but right now he doesn't want to touch anything else but you–was sure to leave dark bruises as you bounce on him with no regards to future soreness.

Hyunjin simply can't keep still–he had to fight the urge to bite his own fist in an effort to hold back his orgasm, eyes constantly rolled to the back of his head even though he was trying so hard to watch you, mouth constantly hanging open with the most embarrassing stream of sounds he never imagined he was capable of making. Hyunjin always cringed at the exaggerated moans he'd hear when watching porn–he is mortified to find out he's capable of sounding even worse than that. 

To you, though, his loud, needy noises are heaven. Hyunjin looks like a painting beneath you–toned chest bright red, heavy with fast pants, every vein in his neck visible due to his effort, head constantly thrown back and eyes squeezed shut, opening every now and again to show you how teary they were. Hyunjin chanted your name like a prayer and endured the consequences of your demands like a devotee. Your hand finds his cheek, and that immediately calls the boy's attention. He opens his sharp eyes, cheek pressing to your hand as he peppered kisses all over your palm. Your hips slowed to nearly a stop, gently rocking against him to give yourself a break. 

Now with both hands placed on his face, you trace your thumbs over his eyebrows, sliding to his cheekbones and resting on his pink cheeks. The boy looks at you with an adoration that would take you aback if you weren't trapped in the same hypnosis as he is. He hugs your waist tightly as your lips meet his, tongue moving as slow as your hips were, savouring his taste. Your now glacial moves gave Hyunjin the chance to actually feel you on him. Feel your weight on top oh him, the heat of your hands on his cheeks, soft lips now finally, finally kissing him with the care and softness he's been craving since he first saw you at the airport. The break on the power dynamic gave Hyunjin the confidence to mutter his request against your lips. 

“Can we switch positions?” He asks, and you smile against his mouth. 

“You wanna fuck me? That's sweet.” You reply, humoured. His shy gaze avoids you. “I don't know if you'll do it right, though.” 

His hands tremble where they hold you. “We can switch back if you don't like it. Please, let me try.” 

You humm, still peppering kisses on his lips. “What if you can't make me cum? What do you suggest I do to you?” 

Hyunjin's shy agitation makes you smile again. “Then I'll let you do whatever you want to me. Anything.” 

You scoff as you lean towards the side, Hyunjin's cue to flip you on your back. “You'd let me to that anyway.” 

He's cock is still inside of you as he lays you down under him, burying himself as deep as he can when your back is on the mattress. Hyunjin's body feels hot and heavy above you, hips snapping with such desperate pace that lets you know he's been dying to get you underneath him. You claw at his shoulders as he gropes your breasts, your nails purposefully leaving marks on the pale skin. But you want to leave marks on his ego too. His forehead is pressed against yours when you speak up, careful to suppress the loud moans that threaten to leave your lips every time you open your mouth. 

“Is this really all you got?” You ask, breathless, but it still seems to get to him. “What did you have in mind when you said ‘anything’?” 

The boy presses his lips shut, suppressing a whine. “I can make you cum.” 

You scoff. “Keep telling yourself that.” 

Hyunjin's pace changes from fast and desperate–which was already driving you dangerously close to coming–to timed. Deep. Strokes. His cock hits the deepest area of your cunt and you try your best to not contort your face in pleasure, but you were only so strong. You want to scream his name at the top of your lungs, your torso squirming under him, back arching uncontrollably. Yet still… 

“It's a shame that you're huge, you really don't know how to use it.” Your gaze bores into his. “I bet any other guy would have me climbing up the walls with a size like yours.” 

Hyunjin grunts, eyes squeezed shut and thighs trembling with how much effort he's putting on slamming into you. Your core pulses around him, you know you're close. He hides his face in your neck, hugging at your waist so tightly it hurts. It inches you closer to your orgasm. 

“You don't need another guy…” 

“Seems like I do. I made you feel so good earlier and this is what I get-” You're cut short by a loud moan as his fingers find your clit. 

It's so unexpected that you're unable to stop the way his name leaves your lips multiple times as his hands moves in sync with his hips, the boy shakily reassures himself in whispers against your neck. “I can make you feel good.” 

Your orgasm hits you hard and violent–legs spasming around his hips as your back arches, nails clinging into his back as your vision turns completely white and blurry, reality slipping from your grasp as your abdomen tightens impossibly before going completely limp. You feel tears on your neck as Hyunjin continues to fuck into your spent body, waiting for your permission. It takes you a few moments but you're finally able to wrap your legs tightly around him, hands on his lower back pressing him against your pelvis, stilling his movements. Hyunjin sobs, helpless, grabbing desperately at your shoulders, hips, torso, anything–the way you were both his torturer and savior driving him insane. 

He doesn't even mind the way his voice breaks and falters anymore. “Please, let me move. Please. You have to let me.” 

“I have to let you?” 

He removes his head from your neck, and you take in the sight. His face is all wet with tears, red from both shyness and lack of air due to how hard he was pressed against your neck, lips plump and wet from how passionate you both were every time your mouths touched. He kisses the corner of your lips, “please.” your chin, “please.” your nose “please.”. Every inch of your cheeks, your lips, all followed by small begs. How the hell can you say no to that? 

The smile you give him this time makes him shiver–not because it was devious, but because it was lovely. You drop you legs from his hips as you wrap your arms around his neck, mouth inches away from his. 

“Cum inside me, baby. You've earned it.” You smash your lips against his, kissing him slowly, deeply. It was both a praise and a thank you. 

Hyunjin fucks into you for a few more seconds, tongue intertwined in yours as he finally releases his load inside of you, a stream of moans leaving his muffled mouth, all swallowed by you. He couldn't possibly support his own weight with his spent legs, dropping himself completely on top of you as he rocked his hips, eyes squeezed tight as he filled you up. Feeling his own slick leaking out of you while he was still stuffed inside was heartwarming.

You both panted for what felt like minutes on end, Hyunjin laid on top of you as you caressed his back and he mouthed on your neck–kissing and sucking the skin lightly, not with any purpose, just because he can. 

“You're such an asshole.” He mutters, making you smile.

“Thanks. And you're a fucking whore.” You caress his scalp gently, tugging the hair falling on his eyes behind his ear. 

“… You could've called me that.” 

“I know. Didn't want you to cum right away, though.” 

“Shut up.” You both fall into comfortable silence, until he speaks again. “Could've taken me out to dinner first, damn…” 

Your laughter lightens up his dark room, and Hyunjin cuddles further into you with a lovesick smile, feeling your chest falter under him. 

“The only dinner you're getting is pussy.” 

That makes the boy raise his head, eyes looking for your smiling lips with a smirk of his own. “Is it eight yet?” 

#stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #stray kids smut #hwang hyunjin smut #hwang hyunjin imagines #hwang hyunjin scenarios #hyunjin smut #skz smut

[star-writr]

Promise

Yay!! Another 10th Doc fic!! This one is a little longer than the last one luckily. Also school starts in four days for me and I'm terrified. Reader is gn. This will be up on my Ao3 in a sec. Enjoy!!

After yet another draining adventure, the TARDIS welcomed you and the Doctor with its warm lighting and buzzing noises. Closing the door behind him, the Time Lord huffed. "Well, that was a hell of a jog", he spoke, "even for me. Are you alright?"

You smiled and nodded. "Yeah. I think I'm going to take a nap. Do you mind?"

"Not at all," said the Doctor, making his way over to the console. "I'll be here if you need anything." You walked away, grateful to get a break.

The Doctor ran his fingers through his hair, already spiky and messy enough as it was, sighing. He fiddled with a couple buttons, trying to keep his hands – and thoughts – focused on the TARDIS rather than anything else. The spaceship seemed to find his troubled look quite funny, and her engines snickered.

"Laugh a little more, would you?", grunted the Time Lord. The machine didn't hesitate to do so.

The Doctor had been pining after his companion for a while, but had admitted these feelings to himself quite reluctantly. After all, he knew that you wouldn't be any different to his prior companions. He knew one day he wouldn't see you again; everyone left the TARDIS sooner or later, whether they wanted to or not. Even if you somehow reciprocated what he felt, the situation would've been just the same, and it would've been even worse when it ended. The Doctor was a time traveller, he couldn't focus only on the present; and thinking of the uncertainty of the future – which could've put you in danger in a hundred million different ways without him able to do anything – sent him off the rails like very few things could. He couldn't have you hurt because of his carelessness, feelings or no feelings. However, he still didn't know what to do. Maybe he should've told you the truth. But why bother? Again, it would've meant nothing. Destiny had the tendency to laugh in the Doctor's face, making his every move have the worst consequences possible; if you got involved by staying by his side, who knows what could've happened. There was also the possibility of you being uncomfortable once the Doctor confessed his feelings and leaving the TARDIS even sooner. So the Time Lord kept his mouth shut.

This went on for quite some time. Nevertheless, the Doctor couldn't keep carrying such a burden forever. And, against every last one of his intentions, he didn't.

It was rare to see the Doctor truly scared. It had been a long night, and an even longer adventure. Going deeper and deeper into the darkest of tunnels, holding onto his sleeve, the both of you running for your lives, you saw an expression that the Time Lord had never worn in front of you before then.

The enemy had taken his sonic, leaving the Doctor without his second most powerful weapon, and the first most powerful – his wits – didn't seem eager to respond at the moment. It was true that most times he worked well under pressure, but fear was a beast he didn't quite know how to make abide by his rules.

"Doctor, what do we do? We can't keep running forever," you reminded him, pulling onto his shirt. He stopped in his tracks and took one good look at you.

"Are you hurt?" he asked. You didn't answer. "We have to think of something else," you insisted, "or we'll be stuck here forever."

He said your name with his voice breaking. It was the first time you saw him that worried. "We can't do anything. We can't fight. We can only run", he stated.

You lowered your eyes. The truth was that you couldn't run anymore. As much as you didn't want to admit it, your feet were killing you and you had sprained your ankle.

"You're hurt", realized the Doctor. The sound of metal clanging coming from the tunnels behind you stripped you of all the hope you had left. The Doctor looked at you with wet eyes. "I don't have a plan", he said, "I'm sorry."

He couldn't give up so easily, you thought. The noise was getting closer. The pressure you felt crushed your lungs, leaving you almost breathless.

Even so, the Doctor wasn't the only one who worked well under pressure. You had a sudden idea, and all at once you felt like you could breathe again. A smile crept its way onto your lips. "Well, I do," you said.

The Doctor raised an eyebrow. "Really? What are you going to do?" he asked. His question remained unanswered, at least for the moment, as your lips crashed together with his. "Stay put", you ordered him, then going straight towards the noise of metal. The Doctor – quickly pulling himself together after the sudden kiss – tried to stop you, but it was futile. As soon as you disappeared from his sight the noises suddenly stopped. A few moments later, you came back with his sonic screwdriver in hand and a smirk plastered onto your face.

"Holograms," you explained, "holograms and recorded sound effects. They took your sonic because it would've messed with their systems."

The Doctor's mouth was agape as he grabbed the screwdriver, inspecting it and occasionally shifting his eyes onto your figure. "How can a hologram grab anything?", he asked.

"They were projected onto an endoskeleton", you replied. "Fool proof disguise."

The Time Lord smiled. "You're a genius."

"Save it for when we're out of here, pretty boy," you teased, grabbing him by the tie and leading the way. Needless to say, the Doctor didn't protest. He was too impressed to complain.

You made it to the TARDIS only hours later, exhausted as per usual. The Doctor was still lingering on the kiss. He couldn't tell whether your sudden realization had made you so excited as to kiss him, or if it had been anything else. He was still unwilling to talk about his own feelings, but now that you had made what seemed like a first move, he decided to confront you about it.

He plopped next to you on the seat near the console. His palms were sweaty against the white leather and his eyes darted between the ceiling, you, and the pavement.

"What is it?" you asked, preceding him. The Time Lord suddenly found his shoelaces to be very interesting, and didn't bear to look at you.

"Just thinking", he whispered.

"About?"

"About the kiss."

You tilted your head. The Doctor was still looking down. A sigh escaped your lips. "Okay, listen."

"I am listening."

"Look at me, Doctor."

He didn't turn his head, and just peeked at you from the corner of his eyes. You later found his flusteredness to be quite adorable. For the moment, however, you wondered if the kiss had made him uncomfortable. In any case, it was best to tell him your reasons. All of them. No holding back. You wouldn't have hid anymore.

"I meant that kiss," you admitted. "I'm sorry if you weren't okay with it."

The Doctor went back to staring at his shoes. "I was okay with it." Your eyes lit up. "Frankly," he added, "it would be simpler if I wasn't. But I'm actually glad you did it first."

"Are you?" you questioned him. "You don't look so... happy."

"I know." The Time Lord bit his lip mindlessly.

"Then what's wrong?"

He was finally able to look at you. You deserved the whole truth, he thought.

"I've told you. My companions always end up leaving. Most of the time it's not planned. They end up endangered and the only solution, if there is one, is leaving me behind. If I get too attached I can never get over it."

You took his hand in yours. "Have you considered, even for a second, that it doesn't always have to end that way?"

"But it does."

"I'm still here, though."

The Doctor's eyes darted across the room. As much as he wanted to believe everything would've ended up being okay, he couldn't bring himself to. Each time he did, everything slipped away from his grasp leaving him alone once again.

"Doctor," you pleaded, "if you won't believe it can end differently, then at least let me promise you it will. At least believe in me."

The Time Lord pondered over your words for a couple moments. Then, he cupped your cheek with his free hand and kissed you. It was a desperate kiss, and it made the both of you scoot closer to the other, wrapping your arms around each other for support and clutching at the cloth on your backs. It didn't last for more than thirty seconds, and left you lingering for more.

"Promise me", he begged, "promise me."

"I promise", you whispered.

"Again. Say it again."

"I promise", you repeated.

His lips brushed onto yours. "Again." You smiled reassuringly, your voice a whisper.

"I promise." You kissed him again.

The night had just started.

#doctor who #10th doctor x reader #david tennant #10th doctor imagine #10th doctor #doctor who x reader #x reader #gn reader #drabble

[lomlhwa]

only your scars (c.bg)

pairing: fiancé!beomgyu x fiancée!reader

preview: beomgyu struggled with self harm for a long time. all of that changed when he met you. he hasn't cut in ages. but now that you want to be intimate, he has to confess about his past.

warnings/tags: fem reader, mentions of self harm, mentions of scars on thighs and wrists, WOLFCUT GYU, scar kissing, praise, lipstick marks, mutual pining, pet names (my love, mommy, momma, my beomie), subby beomgyu oml, so much kissing, hand holding, crying (kinda the sexy kind, kinda not), riding yay, lots of ass grabbing, unprotected penetration (wrap it before you tap it), creampies

trigger warnings: there's only one brief description of active cutting and that's it. the scars are an active mention though.

wc: 2.0k

song recs for this fic: o sole mio by sf9, blame me by monsta x, she's the one by monsta x, fairy of shampoo by txt

a/n: i didn't plan this but i'm dedicating this to @toxicccred because she's so sweet and i think she deserves some comfort (before anyone attacks me, i struggled with cutting.)

beomgyu has never loved anyone more than he loves you. his love for you is immeasurable. you keep him grounded and make him feel safe just by being in the same room as him. you remind him why he’s still fighting for himself. fighting to keep going. 

honestly, beomgyu used to cut himself. wrists, thighs, pretty much any open expanse of skin that he could cover up with clothes and/or jewelry. as much as he hated the sight of blood, and the way the scars changed his skin, he did it all the time. he was ashamed of his coping mechanism but honestly, it worked.

he slowly accumulated a plethora of scars over the years. some faded, some still bright red. whenever there were just too many healed ones, he’d feel the compulsion to make new ones. 

but all of that overwhelming negativity came to an abrupt halt the day you confessed to him. the day you told him how your heart decided to perceive him. tears filled his eyes and his lip quivered as you spoke to him.

“i like you, choi beomgyu,” you said. a smile spread across your beautiful face and he could tell that you meant it. you looked deep into his soul that day and found something in him to fall in love with. 

“i like you too, y/n y/l/n,” he had responded. you almost didn’t hear him when he told you he reciprocated. his voice was so shaky and he had spoken quietly to try and keep his voice steadier.

once you knew it was mutual, you spent every waking moment together. you went on every date imaginable with beomgyu. you went to dinner, on walks in the park, took vacations together and even just had movie nights at one of your houses.

eventually, beomgyu had enough of having to leave his house to see you. so, the next time you met up, he popped the question. “will you move in with me?”

of course you said yes. the feeling of not wanting to be apart had always been mutual. you hated leaving him alone in his house. you always worried about him. you wanted to constantly check up on him and make sure he was okay.

you didn't know why you worried so much though. at this time, you didn't know about his past cutting habits. he kept that a secret from you in fear that you would find him disgusting or end up dating him just because you pitied him. you had yet to be intimate therefore his secret was kept pretty well. 

one time, you almost caught a glimpse of some of his scars. you came home early, unannounced. he wasn't expecting you for at least 2 more hours. but here you were. thank god you called out for him before entering the room. he hadn't been wearing a sweater over his tank top, leaving raised scars exposed. he threw on a hoodie just before you opened your shared bedroom door. he was sure you'd caught a glimpse of his wrist based on your widened eyes. but, to his relief, your eyes were widened because his fast movements had scared you. 

after that close call, he made sure to always be wearing enough clothes to hide the scars, even if you weren't home. he didn't know when or if he'd ever be ready to admit his shortcoming to you. he wanted to, but it just felt like your opinion of him would change.

now, 3 years after being together, he popped the real question. the one that he almost thought would turn you away. but, yet again, you proved him wrong.

“will you marry me, y/n?” 

with tears filling your eyes, gasps coming from your mouth, you agreed. “oh my god, of course i’ll marry you!” you pressed your lips to his and you swallowed all his sobs. you said yes to marrying him despite the flaws that he still has hidden. 

okay, fast forward to now.

you’ve finally confided in him that you want to have sex. you’ve been together for long enough that you feel it’s time. you’ve expressed your concern about why he hasn’t asked you to be intimate earlier.

so, here he is, panicking while waiting for you to get home from work. today is your agreed day to finally sleep together. he’s been counting the seconds ever since the clock hit 6:00pm. you’re due home any moment. 

beomgyu has gone through every possible reaction you could have to his skin. disgust, sadness, pity, anger, anything. he doesn’t know if he’s ready for any of your reactions. he doesn't know if he’s ready for any of today’s events.

his panic is interrupted by the jingling of your keys outside the front door. he debates running out the back door and hiding from you. but, it’s too late. you’re here and it’s time.

“hi, my beomie,” you say, your voice sweet and soft. he looks at you with a twinge of fear in his eyes. you place your bag down on the bench by the door and slide your shoes off. you walk over to him and sit next to him on the couch. you take one of his hands into both of yours.

“are you ready?” you ask. you lift his chin with your index finger, forcing him to look at you. his lip quivers and yet he nods his head. he wants this.

“i need to tell you- well show you something first,” he says. he gets up from the couch and pulls you to your shared bedroom. he ushers you to sit down on the foot of the bed. the look in your eyes tells a story of confusion and concern.

he takes a shallow breath before hooking his fingers on the hem of his shirt. “no, wait, gyu, you don’t have to strip yet,” you explain. he shakes his head. he needs to do this and now. before you decide you want to strip him yourself. 

he closes his eyes and lifts his shirt over his head and discards it on the floor. he shimmies out of his pants as well, adding them to the small pile of clothes. he keeps his eyes closed as he waits for a sound to come out of you. 

when nothing happens, he opens his eyes slowly. he makes eye contact with you and his heart immediately breaks. your eyes are watery, tears already staining your flush cheeks. he already regrets stripping.

“y/n, i-,” you wave him off. you wipe your face and get off the bed. you take his face into your hands and smile softly, wiping his tears with your thumbs. “you’re still beautiful, my love,” you press your lips to his a couple times. you look at him in the eyes as more tears fall.

“please, lay on our bed,” you move out of the way for him to get on. he settles, leaning against the headboard. you sit on his right side, on your knees. you take his right arm into your hand and run your fingers over his scars. 

you raise his wrist to your mouth and place a kiss on one of the scars. you scan his face for a reaction but you don’t think he’s registered it yet. so, you kiss another one. and another one. until you’ve trailed all the way up his arm.

you look up at him again and he’s fully blown sobbing. his other hand is covering his mouth as quiet sobs take him over. you continue your process despite his crying.

you lean down and kiss the scars that litter his right thigh. you use your right hand to massage his other thigh. you press kisses to every scar that covers his skin. reddish lipstick marks remain on his pinkish scars.

by the time you’re done with his right side, he’s bordering on inconsolable. he’s making you start crying again. “beomie… are you still sure you want to sleep with me? we can wait for another time,” he shakes his head.

“i want this,” he wipes his face and takes a deep breath. he grabs you by the back of the head and brings your face to his. he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you to straddle him. his hands rest on your clothed ass, massaging it. 

he tugs at your shirt before disconnecting from your lips for a moment to get it off fully. he traces your hip bones lightly as he kisses you deeper. you grind down on him subconsciously, earning you a soft moan against your mouth.

“my beautiful beomie,” you say as you pull away. you tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. “can i ride you, my love?” you ask him so tenderly that it almost throws him off. he shakes his head yes. you smile softly and mumble ‘okay.’

you get off of him and pull your pants off. you tug your panties off to follow your pants. your only remaining clothing item is your bra. you crawl onto the bed and hook your fingers on the waistband on beomgyu’s boxers. he nods at you and lifts his hips. 

as soon as his boxers are off, he tries to hide himself with his hands. you remove them carefully and go back to straddling him. you reach down to align him with your entrance. you sink down slowly and beomgyu throws his head back.

“ffffuck momma,” he whines. you rest on him for a moment, getting used to his size. his legs shake slightly under you. he’s wanted this for so long and now that it’s happening, he’s full of every emotion in the book.

“i’m gonna move now, beomie,” you tell him. you lift yourself up and down slowly on his length so he gets used to the movements. he bites his lip, almost hard enough to break the skin. his eyes roll so far back into his head that he fears they might get stuck.

you bring his left wrist to your mouth and place kisses on it like you did with his other one. you tongue at the raised marks, the lipstick covering his arm. “why didn’t you tell me sooner?” you finally ask. through shaky breaths, he tries to compose his thoughts. 

“i t-thought you’d leave me,” he confesses. “i thought y-you’d find me repulsive,” his voice is weepy and it breaks your heart. you kiss the tears that leave his eyes as you pick up the pace. his hands find your ass again, this time being able to knead the exposed skin.

"i would never," you say, a hint of shock painting your face. how could he think so lowly of you? why would you leave him for something that was entirely a result of him coping? he deserved to be comforted. 

"i love you, mommy," he says, his hands gripping your ass tighter as his high creeps up on him. he lifts his back off the headboard to kiss you softly. he plants kisses all over your face and neck. 

"i love you too, my beomie," you gasp and whine as he ignites the fire in your core. "please, cum for me, momma," he begs. you nod as he takes over your movements, snapping his hips up to meet yours. 

your eyes roll back and your high crashes into you. your hips stutter as beomgyu continues thrusting to meet his high. you whine from overstimulation as he snaps his hips one more time before spilling into you. 

you collapse onto him, nuzzling your nose into his neck. you peck his sweaty skin lightly before moving to get off. "no, not yet, wanna stay inside you," he pouts. you could never say no to him. you get comfortable cockwarming him. 

"you can stop dressing like it's winter all year round now," you giggle. he shrugs. he's not comfortable in his scars yet, but he's sure he'll get there. 

he loves you more than anything.

© lomlhwa 2023

#lomlhwa #txt #tomorrow x together #beomgyu #choi beomgyu #txt smut #tomorrow x together smut #beomgyu smut #choi beomgyu smut

[if-mirrormine]

the morning after

summary: the follow up to drunken confessions

pairing: grayson x mc

word count: idk bestie alot

based on the request: you had a drabble that was grayson drunkenly confession his love to mc at a party and it was chefs kiss and i remember sending an anon message saying that i think a follow up of the next day would be amazing. i can't find the ask anymore but think in my original anon message it was something like they talk about it and mc reciprocated and they get together the next day (yay fluff) and it's either the day before or the day of callies birthday party and they're planning on telling everyone at the party but oh no mc never shows up and grayson only got to live his dream for a few hours before mc goes missing for 10 years be (yay angst). You replied like "sounds like a good drabble idea" and bestie I haven't stopped thinking about it since

**unedited//this is kinda all over the place and idk how good it really is but i think my eyes will start bleeding if i look at it any longer**

request a drabble here!

grayson wakes with a start and a pounding in his head that rocks his senses. he pauses, willing his headache away and failing miserably. groaning, he slumps back onto the bed and drags a hand through his hair.

he feels movement beside him and squinting in the harsh light of the morning, he sees mc sitting next to him on top of the duvet, their laptop on their lap. they pause their work to smile at him.

"morning, sleepyhead!" they say as they reach for a glass of water on the side table and hand it to him. "i was wondering when you'd rise from your coma."

he takes the glass and drinks from it greedily, the cool water soothing his dry throat. "what time is it?"

they hum. "a little past eight."

he groans again, leaning over the mc to put the glass back on the side table. "why didn't you wake me up sooner?

they scoff before going back to their work. "you don't think i tried? you sleep like the dead, gray."

he hums in reply and lies back down on his pillows, his arm slung over his eyes. now that he's more awake, his headache has worsened to a steady throbbing behind his eyes. his mind drifts back to the night before and everything he did to get to where he is now. he remembers the party and drinking way more than he usually would, losing the mc somewhere along the way and reuniting with them. telling them he’s in love with them. twice.

embarrassment takes over, flooding his sense and twisting his stomach. he can’t believe he was so reckless, he should never be allowed to drink again. the thought alone of what they must think of him is makes him groan again, his face buried in hands.

"gray?" they say, nudging his side. "you okay over there?"

i don't think i'll ever be okay again, he thinks to himself but all that manages to come out of his mouth is a muffled, petulant no.

they shuffle on the bed next to him, the old bed frame creaking slightly and he peeks out from under his arm to see them leaning over him. "is it your head? i think there's some paracetamol in the medicine cabinet, if you want." he's quick to shake his head, groaning when that only exacerbates his headache, and they chuckle softly. "only you would martyr yourself over a hangover," they tut, staring down at him in amusement. "wait here, i'll go get them for you."

they're off the bed and out of his room before he can even comprehend it. with another groan, he sits up and, glancing down at himself, he realises that he's in pajama bottoms and one of his sleep shirts. he barely remembers getting home let alone changing into sleepwear which means the mc mustve done it for him. somehow that's even more embarassing than his drunken confession.

"here you go, gronk," they say, suddenly reappearing next to him with two white tablets and his half filled glass of water. he takes the medication and swallows it down in one fluid motion before turning to look at his best friend with a critical eye. they don't seem to be out of sorts. there's no pity in their eyes when they look at him, put off by the idea of him being in love with them for the past six years. no, it's as if the whole thing didn't even happen. they're still mc, he's still grayson. best friends. nothing more, nothing less. for all his hoping though, he knows that's not the case.

"so," he starts, clearing his throat, his anxiety at the situation rises to new levels. "about last night -"

"you mean your love confession?" they clarify and his eyes widen exponentially. this can't be real, he thinks. lord, if you're out there, kill me now please. despite his embarrassment though, they can't keep from smiling at them. "i was wondering when you'd bring that up."

"i- um... i-i don't know what you're talking about," he says quickly, his face burning red and his eyes anywhere but their face.

they pout at him, reaching out to take his face in their hand. "don't chicken out on me now, donohue. you know how long i've been waiting for you to finally say those words?"

he's looking at them now, only half because they're forcing him to by holding his face, and he can't believe the loving smile on their lips. "what?" is all he manages to get out and it makes them chuckle, his cheeks somehow getting even warmer.

"gosh, do i need to spell it for you, gray?" they move their hands from his face to his shoulders, where they proceed to lightly shake him, mindfully of his pounding head. "i love you too!"

"you do?" the words don't make sense in his ears, in his mind. the mc loving him? no, that can't be. he must be going deaf. or crazy. yeah, definitely crazy. sure, he's a little young to be going senile already but there's obviously no other explanation, right?

they laugh again and return their hands to his face. without another word spoken between them, they pull him close, kissing him softly and stealing all the air from his lungs.

he freezes momentarily, unable to comprehend that this is truly happening, but his hands are settling on their hips and pulling them closer. im dead, he thinks. ive died and gone to heaven.

it feels like an eternity has passed before they pull away. still stunned, he peels his eyes open to look at them, that smile of theirs that he loves so much spurring one of his own into existence.

"believe me now?" they quip and he shakes his head slowly, his lips parted and still tingling.

"no," he says, breathless. "maybe if you kissed me again."

amused, they lean forward and give him a peck on the lips, so quick it might as well have not happened at all, and he pouts, following after them when they leave.

"don't tease me," he whines and their smile widens slightly. "why didn't you say anything?"

they shrug. "i was too nervous. guess that makes us even, huh?"

he wraps his arms around them and pulls them onto his lap, resting his forehead against theirs. "say it again."

they hum, their arms going around his neck. "that i love you?"

"yes."

"i love you, gray."

"i love you more."

they're about to protest when he kisses them again. he kisses them long and soft, like he's wanted to every day for past six years and he doesn't stop until his lungs are empty. and even then, he attempts to go back for more.

laughing, they press their index against his lips as they sit back on his lap. "easy tiger," they say. "don't want you suffocating on me."

again, he pouts. "'m making up for lost time." he doesn't know where the boldness - or the neediness - comes from but he chooses not to think about it too much. he's waited for this moment for a long time and now that's it here, he doesn't want it to end.

"sorry, gray; ive gotta put my foot down here," they laugh. "ive got a busy day of errands and you're already late for class."

"i can miss one class," he attempts but they simply shush him again, now using their whole hand to cover his mouth.

"not on your life, mister." against all of his muffled protests, they climb off his lap, moving to the other side of the bed where their laptop sits, turning it off before looking back at him. "youve waited so long, what's a few more hours until callie's party?"

he shakes his head vehemently, ignoring his headache for time being. "nope, can't do it," he insists. "i'll die before then."

"you're so dramatic," they say with a roll of their eyes before moving to kiss his forehead. "school first. and then i'm all yours at seven."

"do you promise?"

"pinky swear."

hooking his pinky finger around theirs, he can't keep the smile off his face. "okay. seven o'clock then."

"seven o'clock," they agree and with one last chaste kiss, he watches them climb off his bed and leave his room, laptop in hand. he lies back down and rolls over onto his stomach, pressing his face into a pillow and screaming in excitement.

he can already tell that this is going to be a great day.

#i didnt follow the request exactly #mainly because well know what happenes next #and if u dont #go read the prologue lmao #anyway #i finally finished it #hope it lives up to the first part🤪 #mm: grayson #mirror mine

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skz as love languages pt2: gift giving

a/n: pt 2 yay! :D

summary: skz and how they receive and give gifts

cw/genre: fluff, cursing, not proofread, English is not my first language :)

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chan

-so fire at gift giving and always gets you the cutest and most personalized gifts

-like he’ll get you something you’ve been wanting for the past decade with a handwritten letter and a cute smile :>

-and no matter what you get him he’ll always be like “omygah for me baby?? thank you!!” and blushing and grabbing you to give you a tight squeeze hehe

-he doesn’t give you gifts often unless he goes out and sees something that reminds him of you or a special event, just because he’s not a massive gift giver

-will definitely pay for your things but does that rlly count as gift giving….that’s all I’m saying teehee

-gets flustered if you give him a lot of gifts or if ur a gift giver person because he automatically feels like he has to reciprocate every single time and he doesn’t know what to do!! it’s overwhelming </3

-but he appreciates it more than you know I promise he’s just like so awkward because now he just wants you to get you a million things to thank you :)

-prolly the type of person to get all giggly if you’re opening a gift he prepared for you and is like “teehee can u guess what it is hehe ur gonna like it!!”

lee know

-I don’t think he’s big on gift giving, receiving or giving

-mainly because he prefers to show his love for you through other means, and also because he doesn’t want to make your relationship too material-based

-but expect him to go all out for special events like birthdays and whatnot!!

-a dozen red roses and a box of your favorite chocolates along with a cute stuffed animal sprayed with your favorite cologne of his, or even smth more personalized to your relationship like a three page card and a custom music box or your favorite song

-expect the usual of him paying for your things in a traditional bf sense, but it’s not like he’s going to come home to spoil you just because

-he can spoil u in other ways yknow…not just money!!

-but when it does come to the days he know it’s necessary to spoil you, he always knows what to get you and never expects too much in return because he’s so sweet like that bye

-“well you don’t have to get me anything for my birthday rlly…” like boy shut up!!

changbin

-he loves receiving gifts !! it makes him feel so spoiled and loved

-obviously he knows you love him even if you don’t have the means to give him any sort of extravagant gifts that r super hefty and large yknow

-but it’s just smth so sweet to know you picked an item out for just him, thinking of him, or that you looked at it and you though “oh I think binnie would like this!!” and he DOES !! EVERY TIME!!

-even if you just give him a sticky note with a heart written on it he’ll praise and cherish it forever because you have it to him,,,with him in mind

-that’s such a sweet concept to him that anyone can see an inanimate object and be like “omg this is so changbin”

-it just makes it feel like you’re always thinking about him n it makes him feel extra loved

-he’s kinda bad at picking out gifts entirely because he doesn’t know how to keep it small, he always ends up buying an entire store…

-so he’ll leave it to you <3

hyunjin

-gets you the best handmade gifts in the world

-if you see a cute stuffed animal on social media than he’ll learn how to crochet in order to make you a replica <3

-he likes to paint you mini watercolor sketches of pretty sights he sees while on tour “the sky reminds me of your eyes so I just had to paint it” and you’re bawling your eyes out

-he loves receiving smaller gifts that take a bit more effort, he’ll appreciate the designer handbag from time to time don’t get me wrong but knowing you took your markers to make him a pretty card has him clutching his chest on his knees

-he thinks it means a lot when it shows you put a sort of thought process into making something for him

-probably the type to hang up ur stupid doodles/cards on his fridge sorry not sorry he’s just that type of boyfie

-honestly just a fan of the simpler things :) finds it difficult to go gift shopping without buying you the entire store because u deserve it babe!!

han

-idk I feel like he always goes overboard without even realizing it when he gets you gifts

-he’ll buy something out of the blue but then he looks over and he sees something that reminds him of you and he’ll be like well…shit I guess I gotta get it too…and it’s a nonstop cycle

-“babe I know I said that I only got you a trinket but the entire store had you written all over it so I just had to buy it!!”

-he gets too excited with gift giving but it’s not his fault everything in the store is screaming your name

-but gifts also include hand written doodles and sketches that he writes little love letters on

-he has a wide spectrum!!

-every day he’ll get you something, from a designer brand to a handpicked flower with a little love note

felix

-is such a good gift giver, always so thoughtful and kind when it comes to getting you something

-a gift is always accompanied with a sweet note or a kiss <3

-he is good at controlling his spending, in the way that he knows he’s going a bit overboard on you but that’s ok <3 you have a very high budget in his heart

-he likes making you things too, little bracelets or doodles, gets all giggly and excited when he watches you take the gift

-tbh I don’t really know how he feels about receiving, he appreciates it endlessly but I don’t think it’s his favorite. It means a lot to him when you express your love in other ways.

-doesn’t mean he’s not gonna cherish anything you get him!! builds a whole ass ikea shelf to show off sticky notes you write to expensive birthday gifts

-expect a lot of matching gifts tho :P your wrists are gonna be stacked with handmade bracelets for each other

seungmin

-when he gives gifts he gets a little antsy and try to play it off

-like teehee oopsies pls don’t say anything while he prays you like it

-it’s a bit of a rarity for him to give gifts because he just gets nervous and doesn’t want to make it a big deal but he also wants to ensure you know that he’s doing his best especially for anniversaries or whatever

-like he knows that giving gifts is good boyfie things but it just makes him so nervous

-also when receiving he doesn’t want to make you feel awkward so he’ll give u a shy smile

-it also makes him feel silly because you got him a gift?? he’s just surprised for some reason which makes me cry he deserves the world bye

jeongin

-when both receiving or giving he gets so HYPE!!

-like dawg is very confident in his choices and also knows that you’ll love it so he’ll be like “guess what I got u BBY :)”

-he doesn’t really make you gifts he prefers buying, just because he doesn’t want to make you an ugly gift with his own hands so he wants to buy you something pretty!!

-he adores seeing something pretty knowing that your eyes will light up when you see it, like…why else would he buy something if not to see you smile

-loves receiving gifts too tho he’s clapping his hands and smiling, it doesn’t even matter what you get him if it’s from you he does not care!!

-he loves you so much, the idea that you went out of your way to get him something throws a massive smile on his face and he’s hugging you and thanking you

-loves gift giving sm

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