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iloveslllycatss · 1 year

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accidental confessions with the inarizaki boys 🥺

(I turned my autocap off for this request <3)

𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨

𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨?

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 : 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘢, 𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘶

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴/𝘢𝘯 : 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘤 𝘺𝘬, atsumu 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘺𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 😞 (anon I actually love u for the autocap thing.)

r. suna ↴

✫ ok so for this you basically r watching the team practice (u r friends w them) and during the water break u decide to give ur good friend suna a call thinking it’s your best friend, ghalya (my irl best friend btw 😉).

this whole day you’ve been thinking about one thing. whether u should or shouldn’t go watch your crush practice. the obvious answer was yes because you were friends with all the second years on the team, but in the back of ur mind you were rethinking the decision. so you decide to ask your best friend.

“bruh yes wth r u thinking ofc u should go 😐”

ghalya looked at you as if you were the dumbest person in the world for letting the thought of not going cross your mind. “okok fine ig I will” you sigh, but then u get a idea “what if… YOU CAME WITH.”…. only to be answered with a

“no. I’m not ab to go to a practice for ppl idk 😨.. and even if I wanted to I cant, I have to study for my exam next week”

as if you ever study 🤨 is what you WANTED to say, but instead u settled for a “fine”.

when u got to the practice the first person to notice your arrival was atsumu. “OMG Y/N HIII” he waved with a smile, gaining the attention of his teammates. after they all greeted you, you sat down watching them. your eyes constantly rerouting onto one person… suna. if you were being honest, your crush on him was FAT ASL. u were head over heels for this boy; not that you’d ever tell him.

during their water break you looked at him again, sweat dripping down from his hair as he drank his water, you kept looking at his hands. his pretty pretty hands, his long slender fingers and his short kept nails. as you started to examine his face, suna looked at you. after maintaining eye contact for a couple of seconds you looked away, flustered. his eyes were beautiful, a perfect shade of grayish yellow. they were practically glowing. so you did the normal thing to do, bother your best friend about it.

you had taken your phone out of your pocket, opening the phone app and calling the 4th recently called person instead of the third.

“hello??” you start, leaving no room for response. “ghalya emergency. im FR ab to punch suna rintaro. why? u may ask. THIS MF. WITH HIS PRETTY ASS SELF DECIDES TO LOOK AT ME FOR A COUPLE SECONDS. like im already I’m love w u dont play. GHALYA PLZ I NEED HELP IM DYING FR.”

“umm… l/n????”

“oh. okay. allow me to go kms.”

when I tell u that u ran out. I mean u MF RAN OUT. when you got home you called ghalya (actually her this time). and RANTED UR ASS AB IT until a certain someone knocked on your front door. u went to look though the peephole, you saw him. so you fixed your hair and dusted your clothes rlly quick and opened the door. “hey-“

“ilikeyoutoo”

that was all he said, it was so quick and he barely muttered it, but you heard it so clear. and your jaw DROPPED. (not actually) “you WHAT?” you were FR in denial. “I said, I like you too” he said, slower this time. “so, do u think we could go to a cafe this sunday? as a date?” he had a blank face but you could tell he was kinda nervous. “yeah, I’d like that….. like I’d REALLY like that” you said without thinking. he smiled

after he left, you were laying in your bed those same words repeating in your head

I said I like you too

let’s just say, you were looking forward to your sunday

a. miya ↴

✫ okok so for this one, I feel like u just r stalking his insta or sum (fan behavior/yall r friends) and then u CALL HIM instead of ur best friend AKIRA. and rant about how good he looks 😞

you were crying (not actually). not because you were sad but bc how FINE atsumu looked in his newest instagram post. you were laying on your stomach and KICKING UR FEET AND GIGGLING. u felt like an elementary school girl who had a crush on a boy. it was a selfie of atsumu after he had woke up, his bedhead was cute and all in his face, he was pouting and his eyebags were as visible as can be 😭. but somehow, he pulled it off. the picture was captioned “stupid ass brother CANT keep his mouth shut when I’m sleeping but at practice he don’t even call for the ball 😐” his comments were FILLED with girls saying things like “omg my pants suddenly fell off” or “don’t disrespect my man osamu like that!!!”….

you were jealous.

so you just HAD to call your best friend akira to talk ab it. so you called and as soon as the phone was picked up you gave no room for anyone else to speak.

“omg. akira. I’m ab to give atsumu a big fat kiss bc why does he look so good. like IK I be talking ab him to u a lot and stuff but like HOLY SHIT. HOW CAN SOMEONE LOOK SO GOOD AND WAKE UP AT THE SAME TIME. but those girls in the comments can fr die bc like back off or wtv 🙄.”

“y/n??? u think I looked good 😏”

when I tell u your heart bursted out of ur chest I mean full ass HEART ATTACK. you ended that call so quick not even the flash could outdo you.

2 minutes had passed and atsumu was spamming you with things like “Y/N ANSWER PLEASE” or “Y/NNNNNNNNNNNN IK U SEE THIS”. until one text message caught ur eye

“I like u too btw 🙄”

ONLY THEN you answered with a “thats wild”

“oh so NOW you want to reply 🤨🙄”, you smiled at this, calling him back. “omg atsumus like soooo hot and he my man fr!!” he mocked, you glared at the phone laughing sarcastically, then he added a “we should go on a date ykyk i pick u up at 6 tmrw and we go out ykyk i’ll make sure to make myself look extra good”.

“yeah that would be great actually we should”

you both talked for a little after that, talking about your days and volleyball until you say u need to gtb.

“WAIT BEFORE YOU GO, about that big fat kiss…”

“good night atsumu.”

@/ilovesillycats

please don’t copy my work 😞

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the-fly-on-bangchans-wall · 26 days

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heyy! this is your author :]

so im actually writing this at night bc i have nothing else to do and i get random writing ideas at night...so here's a very very very very fluffy college/uni au with bang chan! i hope you all enjoy ;)

this may be slow to update, i'm not really sure when i'll have time for this 😭 i'll probably update more frequently if this story gets popular, idk 🤫🧏‍♀️

nonidol!bang chan, fem!reader

chap. 2: https://www.tumblr.com/kairothekid/746830278018891776/ok-author-kairo-is-back-this-is-another-chapter

chap. 3: https://www.tumblr.com/kairothekid/746843720149811200/ive-realized-theres-no-way-is-starting-to-get

TW's: mention of anxiety attacks, y/n gets an anxiety attack later in the book, lmk if there's something i missed bc this is really just a wholesome story <3

without further ado, here’s There’s No Way.

chap. 1:

You'd always hated Bang Chan. You'd both gone to the same middle and high schools, because you had transferred to the school he was at when your parents moved to Seoul for work. You had had to get used to the city and all of the new people, and you didn't like it one bit. But living in Seoul actually turned out to not be so bad-at least, it wasn't bad when he was around.

You despised him with every inch of your being. His curly blonde hair, his dark brown eyes, and that stupid Australian accent that made all of the girls blush. Even down to the smallest details, you remembered how much you hated his black sweatshirts and sweatpants, and his stupid, stupid, STUPID dimples.

So it's summer break right now, and you've just submitted your university application. There's no way he could be there, right? Out of all the colleges, universities, and elite schools, there's no way he could either a) find out you were going to this university or b) want to go to this specific uni. Said uni is a music university, and there's no way the popular jock who bullied you in your earlier years is interested in that. He'll probably go to school for sports or something. You don't want to waste time thinking about him.

Sipping on your mug of coffee, you sighed and glanced out the window of your apartment. You had decorated your apartment with lots of plants and woke up early every morning to sit at your desk with the window open to study or get assignments done.

A few weeks later, you check your email and are greeted with an epic surprise-you got into the university! You smirk to yourself, packing up your bags and leaving the studio where you worked, composing and writing songs to save up for uni.

And the best part about going off to uni?

There’s no way Bang Chan’ll be there. Sure, a very slim chance, but slim is slim, and out of all of the classes at this university you doubted he’d be in yours, even if he was smart enough to get in.

There’s no way, right?

a/n: there’s definitely a way lol

a/n: yeah so idk if this is good but i’ll prob post a few more chapters and i’ll keep the story going if it gets popular ig

#bang chan #skz #stray kids #skz x reader #skz x y/n #bang chan x reader #bang chan x y/n #bang chan x female reader #y/n #stray kids x reader #female reader #female y/n #university #university au

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d10nyx · 2 months

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nyx u r COOKIN!!! im doin whimsically & accept ur proposal<3!! & HAHA TYSM ur making me blush >w< ..yes!! since he’s such a loner, he’s a lil rough when touching reader bc he’s so unfamiliar w the female body—he’s only seen this stuff in magazines!. mfs just so fascinated! from shy little brushes against the hand to straight up squeezing her chest. popping a boner at being so close to her, sniffing her hair & maybe even cutting a bit off when she’s 2 busy crying; a little something to add onto his souvenirs like ”oh nooo, ur bf is gone? that’s too baddd.. that’s right let it all outt.. *snip snip*” LMFAO

makes READER feel bad if she is weirded out,, like “oh u don’t like this?? then ig u don’t like me either.. it’s ok nobody does :/“ & just uses his loneliness against her! looks like a kicked puppy, how could u not let him bury his face between ur thighs when he’s sooo hungry to touch & be touched? (◞‸◟).. but if she’s still being ”difficult”, he’ll snap again & take what he wants! she might not see the outside world or loved ones again, but will become familiar w the inside of his closet! no one’ll know tht it was him who kidnapped her bc.. well, uh, who’s leon again? (& leon is a gentleman! returning from lectures, he revises notes & teaches reader himself so she keeps up w studies. if she can recite all the info while stuffing her w his cock when it comes to ‘testing’, she passes + is rewarded w his cum! :3)

..but if things go well & she’s nice enough (letting him touch her) & he reluctantly lets her go back to her room, this man is going to sniff da FUCK out of the sheets and/or any other thing she touched moment she’s gone. leon keeps the tissues she used to wipe her tears & snot too. humps his bed while inhaling her lingering scent til he’s sobbing from overstimulation & his covers are messy. laundry can wait; bro has to smell her for as long as possible! kisses the pics of reader on his wall right on the lips goodnight erry nite <3

developed like 4 more ideas just writing this out SIGH…

-🍼

OMFG THE HAIR CUTTING SNDJKSBDJSS... you are whimsical omfg these ideas have me bouncing off the walls like a nutter

he is like... basically violent with the way he gropes reader omfg he's so overwhelmed he wants to just squeeze her tits as hard as he can to get a good grip. AND THE KIDNAPPING?!?!??! damn.

leon is the type of guy to open up the closet to a tied up and gagged reader only to be like "honey, i'm home!!". and when he plays w her he really doesn't care about overstimulation. he can't stop himself at all. like he probably eats her out for hours, only to fuck her until he's literally sobbing bcs his dick hurts ksjsbsksbsjns sorry i'm dead your asks always send me to heaven

also don't be shy... send the rest in >:)

#asks <3 #🍼anon #guiltripping is my bread and butter anon you get me

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a-mossball-with-a-pen · 2 years

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“Cuddling Hcs For Mha Characters”

Characters: bakugo, todoroki, mina, denki, shinso

Genre: fluff

Pronouns: he/him(bakugo), he/him(todoroki), she/her(mina), he/him(denki), he/him(shinso)

Notes: I wrote this while I’m on a plane so I’m slightly sleep deprived and hungry. still hope ya like it! also sorry for the weird formatting I wrote this on another app

“Katsuki Bakugo”

where do I start with this hot-head hm…well you’d have to catch him when he isn’t busy, ie: studying, training, etc. even then there’s no guarantee that he’ll even say yes to your request, but still nice to try anyways right.? let’s say you catch him when he’s studying in his dorm(did you barge in? yes no).

once you asked he clicked his tongue “annoyed” before scooting back his chair. You kind of stand there in slight disbelief before he yells(albeit in a much softer tone than usual) at you to “hurry up, or else you’re getting kicked out so I can work”. You quickly made your way over carefully getting onto his lap, and resting your chin on his shoulder.

you feel one of his arms wrap around your waist as he nestled his face into your neck. you were going to question it before deciding not to from the side-eye he gave you, as you relaxed into him practically melting(ig). He let out a heavy sigh as the sound of pencil scratching at paper fills the comfortable silence, I guess he really needed this huh?

“Shoto Todoroki”

gotta love this pretty dense idiot, he loves doing anything with you but physically affection wise…he’s a bit hesitant. I take him as a person that likes showing his love through actions/gifts, along with the fact hes never experienced anything remotely positive physically. but he’ll try, for you :).

let’s say you both are hanging out in his door reading in comfortable silence. before you break the silence with a soft whisper of a request, and he looks at you a little shocked before nodding his head. “of..of course we can cuddle, if that’s what you want.”, so you both start with ‘normal’ cuddling as in hugging each other while laying down(ig- I don’t know how to describe cuddles man). but that doesn’t work for poor shoto, he’s as stiff as a board but he’s trying really.

so you put your book on the night stand and directed shoto to sit and lean against the back board of his bed. now your sitting inbetween his legs as his arms wrapped around you, he leaned his head into your shoulder. you moved a bit to grab your book again opening it back to the last chapter you were at, now your both reading again, together!

“Mina Ashido”

I feel like mina is definitely the most physically affectionate(apart from maybe denki and a few others) but she adores loving on her s/o and her s/o giving her the same treatment! it’s honestly adorable and no one can be mad about all the pda(ok maybe mineta but whatever)

you two are having a spa day! curtsy of mina saying you need to take care of yourself(which y’all need to do, give yourself a break man <3). you two talk about nonsense, plans, and even gossiping as the night progresses. soon you’re both all cleaned up from the various masks and treatments mina had insisted to do.

both tired you retire to mina’s bed as you lay facing away from her. in your groggy state you feel the light sensation of arms around your hips/waist before being suddenly tugged in back hitting her chest. her legs tangled with yours as she curled around you content as she started to drift off, a small smile formed on her face as you gently held her arms. drifting off as well.

“Denki Kaminari”

this loveable dork has also made the list of being one of the most physically affectionate(in my opinion). I say this because I feel like he stammers a lot when it comes to his words, yes he may have his smooth moments but for the most part. he’s usually all over you both physically and words wise even if he makes his mess ups, it’s cute of course.

now let’s say, you find denki after someone had made him short circuit(ahem bakugo ahem), and everyone is laughing or giggling at denki’s current state. you were obviously furious as you walk up taking denki’s hand getting him out of there to a much more secluded space. you sit him down as you inspect him for any injuries. small tears sprung to your eyes as you thought back to the situation, as you kneeled down infront of him hugging tightly.

he let out a few incomprehensible words/noises but he sounded content as he relaxed into you. sadness still stung in your heart as you nuzzled into he’s neck tears really threatening to spill, as you whispered a muffled “I’m so sorry kami..” . he once again tried responding still only spewing out gibberish as his arms wrapped securely around you. while his muddled brain didn’t let him understand the severity of the situation, he still understood you were upset and he didn’t like that.

“Hitoshi Shinso”

this deprived chronic bed head, also strikes me as a person who isn’t physically affectionate. because no one wanted to be near him due to his “villainous” quirk, also that reason probably brings along many other negative physical contact.

you suddenly sat up in bed hands springing to your mouth to cover a scream as tears streamed down your face. you swallowed thickly and with shaky hands you pulled off your covers. Suddenly you hear a knock at your door as you got out of bed to answer it. There stood the tall purple haired boy concern written on his tired face, as he pulled you into a hug seeing your shaken up state. he whispered soft reassurance as he picked you up, walking into your dorm shutting the door behind himself.

soon he lied you back in bed following right after, he got both of you comfortable with your head resting on his chest near his heart. the sound of his heart beat was reassuring after the nightmare you just had. eyes slowly fluttering close as you fell asleep to the sound of his voice and comforting presence. shinso looked down at you a gentle smile on his face, he’ll always be there to protect you, from everything. as he watched you peacefully sleep he started to drift off as well, which is a pleasant surprise.

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha todoroki #bnha mina #bnha bakugou #bnha denki #bnha shinsou #todoroki x reader #shinso x reader #denki x reader #mina x reader #bakugo x reader #1-A students #mha x gender neutral reader #bnha x gender neutral reader #bnha fluff #mha fluff

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kidelder · 3 years

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this must be the fifth time (or more) that my mom has asked me to find a job

#like ma'am i am!!!#im trying to quit this job rn (and as u wanted) and stop pressuring me more and more #i literally cant see my future at all rn like literally every single one of my friends are employed or studying abroad and achieving things #meanwhile i can't even find a new job cause 1. i am not qualified #2. the companies that i might be qualified aren't up to standard (my standard or my parents? who knows)#3. i am not qualified #maybe i should switch career lmfao #thinking of getting a freelance part time job or smth #but again.. i hv no skills #ok this was a quick rant sigh gotta go hv dinner first before having yet another depressive breakdown episode #it's just i feel like i need to talk to someone but also i don't #i briefly talked with my closest friends a few weeks back and i prob mentioned about how i am not doing well lately #all she said was 너 우울증 아냐?#that kinda hurt bc i thought i was doing okay enough but then it also didn't really hurt bc ig i kinda expected it #she didn't say anything anymore after that and she didn't reply to my messages so idrk what to think or do anymore #it's just so tiring #im just so tired #shut up agnes

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dekuphilia · 2 years

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STUDY DATE

Part two of STUDYING

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x reader (college AU)

Warnings: nsft content, fingering (f. receiving), cream pie, hair pulling, reader is kinda chubby, reader has hair long enough to pull, semi public sex (no one is around or sees them), Izuku is kinda rough at one point, squirting

Note: all characters are aged up to 21+

nsft under the cut

You hadn’t spoken to Izuku much since the video call a few weeks ago, you weren’t avoiding him, you just weren’t sure what to say, or even how to approach him. You two ran with different crowds that didn’t seem to interact much. You wanted to reach out to him, but you just couldn’t find the right words.

A part of you wanted to, but you were worried. You had trusted him with such an intimate moment, even if it didn’t seem that way at the time. You weren’t naive, you knew people your age had sex all the time, but to you, the act was special in a way. You hadn’t ever done that with anyone before. Sure, you had a few boyfriends in the past, but you never did things like that with them. You were always careful not to send photos or videos with your face in them, just in case it backfired. With Izuku you let all of your previous morals fly out the window.

Just as you opened his contact for the third time that day, your phone let out a chime and his name appeared at the top of your screen.

From: izuku m.

When can I see you again?

You groaned out loud as you read the message for a third time, your fingers hovering over the keyboard as you attempted to come up with something to say.

You started at the message for a moment longer before quickly typing a response.

From: you

hey! sorry It took me so long to reply, a bit busy with homework. maybe later tonight?

You glanced at the digital clock on your nightstand, it was only 3 pm so if he did want to meet tonight, you’d have plenty of time to prepare yourself.

You became antsy as three little dots showed on the bottom of your screen, indicating he was typing.

From: izuku m.

yeah sure! Does 9 sound okay with you? I could pick you up and we could get dinner ig

That almost sounded like a date, but you weren’t sure. You didn’t know too much about Izuku, but you didn’t know him to be one for relationships. You’d never seen him with the same girl for long, but then again, you didn’t know him well.

From: you

ah ok, yeah I’ll be ready, I’ll meet you in the west campus parking lot then

Once you sent the message, you tossed your phone onto your bed, letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Something about this made you nervous. There was nothing to be nervous about though, right? You were just going to hang out for an hour or two. It didn’t have to be a big deal. People hang out all the time.

you stood near the entrance of the parking lot just as you said you would, glancing down at your phone. It was already 9:15 and you were wondering if Izuku decided not to meet with you after all. What the hell? He was the one who asked to see you. A slight frown crept its way onto your lips as you hummed in defeat, turning to head back to your dorm room.

“Wait!”

You quickly turned around to see Izuku running towards you on the sidewalk, nearly stumbling over his boot-clad feet

“Sorry,” he groaned, taking a deep breath as he neared you, “Sorry I wasn’t watching the time.” He huffed, steadying himself.

You let out a sigh of relief, “it’s okay, almost thought you were gonna bail on me.” You couldn’t help the small pout that rested on your lips.

“Ah, no.” Izuku scratched the back of his neck, “wouldn’t do that to you.” Flashing a sheepish grin your way, he led you further into the parking lot, stopping in front of what you could only assume was his car.

“This uh, this is us.” He motioned towards the black car, “s’not much but it’s drives”

The two of you got into the car, izuku seemed to be rummaging through the center console as you put on your seat belt. Music you didn’t recognize played softly through the speakers of the vehicle.

“Here it is,” he mumbled to himself before closing the console, “You ready?” He reached up to turn off the overhead light and you glanced over at Izuku, finally able to get a good look at him.

His normal simple attire was replaced with a black button-down, the sleeves rolled up just to his elbows. The ripped jeans he usually wore were replaced with black skinny jeans. You couldn’t help but notice the few rings he wore on his fingers, wondering what the metal would feel like against your skin.

“Yeah,” you cleared your throat, finally coming back to reality, “I’m ready, where did you want to go?”

“There’s just this restaurant that’s about an hour out, is that okay?” He questioned, pulling out of the parking lot.

You hummed and nodded, stealing glances at him as he kept his eyes on the road.

“Could you get into the glove-box for me?” Izuku glanced over at you for a second before tightening his grip on the steering wheel.

You leaned forward, opening the console for him, “What did you need?”

“Ah, just my cigarettes are in there, if you could try to find them.”

You rummaged through the glove-box until you found the little box, handing them to him, “I didn’t know you smoked?” You pouted, watching him pull one of the white sticks from the package.

Of course, you didn’t know he smoked, most people don’t usually just offer that information up.

“Does it bother you?” He questioned, holding the cigarette between his fingers as he kept both hands on the wheel. His hands caught your eye again, the way his fingers rested around the wheel, the white of his knuckles as they flexed just slightly.

“It’s okay,” you hummed, shuffling in your seat to glance out the window.

Izuku shrugged, holding the steering wheel with one hand for a moment to light the cigarette. You heard the click of the lighter, along with him cracking his window to let the smoke bellow out.

“Do ya want a drag?” He inhaled, holding the smoke in his lungs for a moment.

You hadn’t been one to smoke, you’d had tried it a few times, but it wasn’t something you really enjoyed, in the moment though, you weren’t sure if you could tell him no. You weren’t sure if you wanted to.

You peeked over at him to watch him drag off the cigarette, watching the way the smoke slipped past his lips as he exhaled, the way his eyebrows knit together slightly as he drove.

The car came to a stop momentarily as the stoplight in front of you turned red.

“Ya sure you don’t want a drag baby?’M gonna finish it if you don’t.” Izuku hummed, peeking over at you.

“I do.” You said, letting out a shaky breath. You reached for the small stick but Izuku was quick to push your hand away, holding it near your lips.

“Suck,” he uttered softly and you obliged, holding the cigarette between your lips and taking a small puff. You couldn’t help but cough as you tried to hold the smoke in your lungs, unable to do it as long as he had.

“It’s okay,” Izuku let out a chuckle, flicking the butt out the window before rolling up his window, “didn’t expect you to hold it that long anyways, baby.” He hummed.

His hand patted your bare thigh as he continued to drive, fingers softly digging into the plush skin. You could finally feel the cool metal of his rings, it nearly sent electricity through your body, the feeling such a contrast to his warm hand.

You had expected him to move his hand away after a few seconds, but for the next thirty minutes, his fingers seemed to linger there, softly rubbing circles into your skin, slowly inching a bit higher. Neither of you uttered a word as he drove, his focus mostly on the road In front of him. Yours on the feeling of his hands on you. Your mind was clouded with thoughts of his hands doing more, thoughts that seemed to rile you up more and more by the second. Thoughts that nearly had you gushing on the seat of his shitty car.

Your skin felt like it was on fire as his fingers seemed to inch higher, nearly reaching the wet patch that you were sure had formed on your underwear.

You finally gathered up the courage to glance over at him, shifting away from the window. His focus was still trained on the road, paying you no mind as he finally pressed his fingers gently against you. A soft gasp left your lips as he began slowly toying with you, fingers ghosting against your clothed cunt.

“Somethin’ wrong?” Izuku let out a hum, a smug grin covering his lips as he let a single finger press against your clit.

You couldn’t help but squirm in your seat as he continued his movements. The way he acted so unsuspecting as he toyed with you, acting as if he wasn’t even touching you while his other hand firmly gripped the steering wheel, knuckles nearly turning white.

“No, ah,” you let out a huff, closing your plush thighs around his hand, hoping to create some type of friction. Much to your dismay, He pinched your clit between his fingers, causing you to let out a whine.

Izuku was quick to scold you, “Mm, don’t do that. Can’t move my hand much.” He glanced over at you for a moment.

You nod quickly, stuttering out an apology. Skilled fingers soon resume their torment, circling around your puffy clit just enough to make you jerk. This seems to go on for ages, to the point where you almost can’t handle it anymore, slick pooling between your legs and coating his hand.

“Enough,” you let out an annoyed whine, “can’t take it anymore.” You slurred, looking over at him with pleading eyes.

“S’too much for you?” He teased, pulling his hand away. A sigh passed your lips, you were missing the contact.

Izuku is quick to suckle his fingers, cleaning your juices off of them. His eyes drift over to you for a moment, flashing you a grin. He knew you were nearing your limit, but you looked so precious squirming beside him that he just couldn’t help himself.

“Jus’ pull over,” you mutter softly, flashing a pout in his direction, “Please?”

“Yeah? Where? We’re in town, don’t think there’s anywhere really hidden around here.” He mused.

You glanced out the window, searching for a hidden alleyway or an empty parking lot you could stop in for a few minutes. Much to your dismay, there didn’t seem to be anywhere nearby and you weren’t very familiar with the area.

“I’m jus’ messing with you,” he teased, “I know a place, don’t worry sweetheart.”

Izuku drove until you found yourself in a secluded parking area that seemed to belong to a building nearby. You wondered if he had taken anyone here before, seeming as he knew exactly where to go.

The exterior lights of the car turned off as izuku pulled the keys from the ignition, tossing them onto the floor in front of your seat.

“C’mere, pretty baby.” Izuku pushed his seat back, patting his thigh for you.

You were quick to push your way past the center console and settle into Izuku’s lap. Calloused fingers squeezed into your hips as you were shifted around.

“Comfortable?” He teased, taking his bottom lip between his teeth. You nodded in response, eyeing his lips and the metal ring that flashed in the dim lighting. Izuku noticed your gaze and resisted the urge to flash you a cheeky smirk. Instead, he continued to toy with the ring between his teeth, tongue ghosting against the metal as it darted out to wet his lips. The look of awe in your doe eyes was enough to make his cock strain against his pants. Once Izuku was satisfied with teasing you, he finally leaned in and captured your lips in a messy kiss. His lips ghosted over yours in a taunt, barely making contact as he smirked.

“Seems you’re a bit desperate, hmm?” he spoke onto your lips, pulling your body flush against his own. You could feel the outline of his hard cock pressing into your inner thigh. You responded by rocking your hips against him, drawing a groan from deep in his chest. The simple movement nearly had you drooling, you were desperate. Desperate for some type of friction, desperate for attention.

“Please.” you finally vocalized.

One simple word was all Izuku needed to let loose. Rough hands were pawing off your underwear and tossing them somewhere you would worry about later. Once you were rid of them, two fingers dipped into your aching cunt once again. Izuku pumped his fingers for a few seconds before scissoring them inside of you. A whine fell passed your lips at the sudden stretch.

“I know baby,” he cooed into your neck, continuing his motions, “gotta prep you, or it’s gonna hurt.”

Izuku’s mind was running wild. You looked so drunk on pleasure already and he had hardly done anything yet. The way your body responded to his motions was almost angelic. The soft pants escaping your lips sounded like music to his ears.

Fingers moved faster, pumping in and out of your sex as he dragged you closer to your first orgasm. Moans of pleasure passed your lips as you moved your hips, crashing into his palm with each movement. Eyebrows knitted together as a wave of pleasure washed over you, your arousal spraying against Izuku’s hand and forearm.

A gasp left your lips once you finally opened your eyes, realizing you had nearly soaked his jeans.

“I’m so sorry!” A blush covered your cheeks as you took in the mess you had made.

A chuckle left Izuku’s lips, “That was so fucking hot.” he groaned, before licking your slick from his fingers. “Think you’re ready for the real thing?”

Your eyes drifted to his marred hands fiddling with the zipper of his jeans. You shifted your body back, attempting to give him more access in the cramped space of the car. Izuku freed himself from his pants with ease. A gasp nearly left your lips as you realized how big he was.

His cock was so pretty. The video call from weeks ago didn’t do him justice. He was nearly 8 inches long, you were sure. Veins littered his shaft and his head was a shade of rose. Precum leaked from the tip.

Your eyes widened as you realized that was somehow supposed to fit inside of you.

“Don’t be scared, It’s not that big.” He mused, pumping his shaft in his right hand as his left gripped your thigh, pulling you closer to him.

“I’m not!” You insisted, taking your lip between your teeth, gaze focused on the way his hand lazily moved up and down his shaft.

“If you’re sure.” he hummed in response, pushing your thighs open.

Izuku guided himself into you, raising his hips to meet yours. You gasped at the pressure and stretch as he entered you. Green eyes met yours as he pushed into you inch by inch. His gaze was surprisingly soft, something you hadn’t expected. It was oddly comforting, the way his eyebrows knit together and a soft smile covered his lips when you were fully seated on him.

“M’ gonna move now, Okay?” he glanced up at you, waiting for the go-ahead.

You nodded, letting out a soft ‘mhm’.

Scarred hands grasped your waist as he rocked you back and forth, letting out a huff at the feeling of your cunt squeezing him. You felt so good wrapped around him. Izuku hadn’t expected to feel so drunk off of your pussy so fast. He was already a mess as you begin rocking your hips on your own, focusing on your own pleasure for a minute.

You weren’t doing much better than he was, moans and whimpers escaped your lips as you rode him. You had nearly forgotten you were in some parking garage on the other side of town. You didn’t care at that moment though, the only thing you could focus on was the feeling of Izuku’s cock pressing against your cervix.

“Baby, shit.” He slurred, thrusting up into you. Fingers dug into the flesh of your hips, rough enough to leave marks, you were sure. You couldn’t be bothered though, you almost wanted him to cover your body in the marks of his lust, “Feels so good, squeezing me so tight.”

His hips continued to meet yours at a brutal pace. The grip on your hips only seemed to tighten as he moved faster. You leaned down the best you could in the cramped space, connecting your lips to his. The kiss was sloppy, to say the least, spit dripping down your chin when you pulled away.

Izuku’s gaze was feral at this point, the look of you covered in his spit only seemed to egg him on. One of his hands drifted from your hips to the back of your head, threading his fingers into your hair.

You gasped as he tugged on the hair entrapped by his fist. You were sure he was going to break you as his hips slammed into yours.

You felt a feeling bubbling in your stomach. You knew you were nearing your release, but you weren’t ready for the moment to end. Part of you wished you could stay here in his grasp forever. You felt like you were in heaven.

“M’ close!” you whined, clawing at his chest, “Please don’t stop ‘Zuku.” You slurred.

Izuku was going crazy. Your moans and whimpers, the feeling of your pussy clenching around him. The fucked out expression on your face. It was too much for him.

“Me too, baby. Want you to come with me.” he groaned, hands returning to your hips to guide your movements.

You whined as his cock brushed against the sponge part inside of you, hitting it over and over against as his rhythm began to flatter. His fingers found their way to your clit with ease, he was so desperate to see you cum on his cock. Fingers began circling your clit, rubbing with skill as he dragged you closer to the edge.

“C’mon,” He urged, continuing his movements, “Please baby, wanna see you make a mess on m cock.” he groaned out.

After a few more thrusts of his hips, you were coming undone on top of him. Your head hung back and your tongue lulled out of your mouth like a little puppy as you rode out your high. Izuku was close behind you, watching you come undone pushed him to his own orgasm.

Eyebrows knit together as his hips stalled and he released inside of you. The mixture of both of your arousal dripped down your inner thighs.

Soft pants filled the car as you attempted to catch your breath and recover from what had happened. You felt Izuku’s cock soften just before he pulled himself out of you. You felt his cum drip out of you as you shifted on his lap, adjusting your skirt.

Finally, Izuku broke the silence, “That was,” He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, taking a minute to get a good look at you, “That was amazing.” A sheepish grim covered his lips.

Your cheeks flushed red as you came back to reality. You had just had sex, in a car, in some random parking lot. You glanced around, taking in your surroundings, your gaze fell on the window beside you that was completely fogged up.

“Oh my gosh.” You couldn’t help but giggle, reaching over to scribble off some of the condensation, “I can’t believe we just did that.” you flashed Izuku a soft smile as you spoke.

“What? Is that the first time you’ve had sex in a car?” He teased, letting out an over-exaggerated gasp.

Laughing in response, you playfully banged your fist into his chest, “Shut up!”

The two of you sat there for a while, talking about whatever came to mind, sharing stories about silly things that had happened in your childhood. As the night continued, you realized Izuku was starting to grow on you, he wasn’t as rough and crass as you thought he was. He was smart, sensitive, and passionate, things you wouldn’t have expected from him.

After a while longer, izuku offered to take you to get something to eat before taking you back to your dorm room. Of course, the restaurant he had planned to take you to was surely closed by now. The road was nearly empty as he drove you back.

All the windows were down as you cruised down the highway, and as you listened to him sing along to the radio, saw the way he smiled as wind tousled his hair, you realized you wouldn’t mind doing this more often.

#izuku ꨄ #izuku x reader #izuku smut #izuku x y/n #izuku x you #izuku midoriya x you #izuku midoryia smut #deku x reader #deku x you #deku x y/n #college au #mha smut #bnha smut #tw: breeding #tw: overstimulation #afab reader #tw: smut #tw: hair pulling #tw: public stuff

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crispin-kreme · 3 years

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Hey, if you’re ok doing this ask, may I have some headcanons on how Dorm leaders react to their y/n having old self harm scars?

twst dorm leaders reacting to their s/o having old self harm scars

pairings: dorm leaders x gn! reader

warnings: self harm, suicidal thoughts, grammatical errors. please do not proceed if you’re uncomfortable with this topic.

notes: anon you dont know how much i wanted to do this i was just waiting for someone to request this- i don’t promote/encourage self harm at all (even tho i do it such hypocrisy but still-) please don’t hurt yourselves :( i’m here if you need someone to talk to.

making this request was like a coping mechanism ig explaining why i rlly like to write this topic. thank you sm for waiting anon and i hope you enjoy this!

requests are closed! i’m just clearing out my inbox

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

riddle discovered your scars a long time ago already. he hasn’t really gotten the courage to ask why you had scars on your wrists

but today, he was able to ask it properly. you were both studying in his room, your sleeves were rolled up revealing the scars on your wrists.

he’s worried and curious where you got your scars

“y/n, i’ve always wanted to ask about the scars on your wrist.” riddle blurted out. you stopped writing and looked at him. “wh-where’d you get them?” he asked. you were nervous to tell him where you got them. “i- i did the unthinkable.” you replied. riddle looked at you confused. “i tried to take my own life- but i couldn’t so i just hurt myself to do so.” you explained “but i’m fine now, don–” you were immediately taken back as you felt riddle hug you tightly. you felt yourself sob “i’m fine, riddle. i stopped hurting myself.” you continued. “next time, don’t do that. i’m here now.” riddle says as he pulls away from the embrace. he lets his fingers stroke onto your scars. riddle reassures you that they’re not disgusting at all. he stays by your side the whole time– if ever you wanted to discuss about the scars further more.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

leona never has seen your scars, until you had to wear shorts for your sleep wear.

he’s seen multiple scars on your thighs. it made him so worried. he wanted to ask but he didn’t know how.

but right now- leona attempted to ask how you got your scars

leona sat beside you on his bed. he saw the scars again on your thighs. “y/n, i have to ask you something.” leona says with a serious tone. you looked at him and nodded “alright. what is it?” you asked. leona sighed “its about those scars on your thighs.” he says. “i knew you were gonna ask that.” you tell him with a little smile. you let out a sigh “i hurt myself a long time ago. it took time to heal..” you explained to him. leona’s eyes widened in shock. “you hurt yourself?” he asks. “i did. before.” you replied. “you won’t do it again, right? i’m here now. you can share your pain with me.” leona says. “i won’t… well, i’m not sure.” you tell him. leona kisses your forehead as you start to explain your scars further. he starts to really stay by your side. he wouldn’t like to lose you.

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

you knew azul was eyeing onto your wrist for a long time. you felt that he really and genuinely wanted to know what happened

azul grew to worry you day by day he eyed on the scars. he feared you might have hurt yourself

it took a while for azul to ask about your scars but now, he was able to ask them properly.

you were helping the leech twins close the lounge. “jade, floyd.” you hear azul call. “please step out of the lounge- i just need to talk to y/n.” he says and they followed. now, its just the two of you here. “is there something wrong?” you ask in confusion. “well… not really. its a matter that i’ve always wanted to talk with you.” azul explains. you nodded in reply. “i’ve seen scars on your wrists.” he blurts out. you look at him intensely. you knew he would find out. “care to explain what happened?” azul asked. “you wouldn’t like what happened.” you said with a chuckle. “..i usually hurt myself before. but no worries, i’m fine!” you explained with a reassuring tone. azul’s eyes widened– he came closer to you, carefully rolling up your sleeves to expose the scars. “what if you do this again? i- i don’t want seeing you hurt like this.” azul says, trying his best to hold his tears. “i won’t hurt myself like this again. i have you already- a partner who’ll stay by my side during my worst days.” you tell him in a gentle voice. he stays by your side even more– when you need to vent to him or just need him by your side, you can clearly see how he clears out his schedule so he could make time for you.

KALIM AL ASIM

he was genuinely alarmed when he saw the scars on your wrist

kalim was very much curious on what happened but he chose not to ask since it might make you uncomfortable

jamil has told kalim about your scars (with your consent of course) this then encourages kalim to talk with you about your scars

the sound of the faucet running as you wash the dishes filled in the silence. kalim was helping you wash the dishes– so he was able to see the scars on your wrist since your sleeves were rolled up. “so jamil has told me…” kalim blurted out “the scars on you wrist. but he didn’t explain where you got them and he told me i should ask you myself.” kalim added. you turned off the faucet and wiped your hands on your clothing. “is that so? oh yeah- i did tell him to tell you. since i didn’t know how to explain how i got these scars.” you tell him with a light chuckle. you let your arm rest on the edge of the sink. “kalim, i’ve hurt myself before. its a heavy topic for me to talk about but i can explain further once we go back to your room.” you explained to him. upon kalim hearing you have hurt yourself– you see him cry. “i stopped hurting myself a long time ag- oh my, kalim! are you crying?” you exclaimed as you immediately pulled him into your embrace. “don’t do that again! the thought of you hurting yourself might kill me.” kalim sobs out. after that conversation, you had to explain furthermore about your scars and all. kalim listened attentively thus, he promises to stay by your side.

VIL SCHOENHEIT

vil has never seen the scars that were located on your thighs

he only saw it when you were in shorts while he was doing a little skin care routine on you

he felt a gush of worry alongside with curiosity so he asks you about it with no hesitation

you noticed vil eyeing on your thighs. “vil, why are you looking at my thighs?” you asked with a little chuckle. “you have scars on them.” vil replied. your eyes widened and you looked at the scars. vil kneeled to the level of your thighs as you sat on the dresser’s chair. “how did you get these? i never knew you had them.” vil asks. you sighed “i used to inflict pain on myself. clearly, i wasn’t okay. i wanted to take my own life.” you explained to him with all honesty. vil’s eyes widened at your reason “i stopped already. don’t worry.” you reassured him as you stroked his hair. “why did you not tell me this?” vil asks with breaking in his voice. “i- i thought you would be disgusted.” “disgusted? y/n, i would never.” vil retorted. “don’t do this again. if ever you the urge to do this again- talk to me. i wouldn’t like the fact that i might lose you.” vil tells you with silent cries.

IDIA SHROUD

idia was mostly in shock and panic upon discovering the amount of scars on your wrist

he rolled up your sleeves as you were napping with him

you already decided beforehand to tell him about the scars until you were ready. now’s the time.

“idia? what are you doing?” you asked with your groggy voice. idia immediately fixed your sleeves “n-nothing!” he stammers. you looked at him, you knew he was looking at your scars so you give him a reassuring smile “you were looking at my scars, weren’t you?” you asked. idia nodded in reply. you sit up from idia’s bed and idia did so too. “do you want to know what happened?” you asked him genuinely “i was going to ask you about it.” idia answered. “ahh.. i see. i was really going to tell you about it but i didn’t know when. but today is the right time.” you explained to him. “i used to hurt myself before. i used it for coping. but i’m fine- i stopped.” you stated to idia. idia’s eyes widened at your explanation. he holds your hand “i- i didn’t know about that. please don’t do that again. i wouldn’t want to lose you!” idia exclaimed. you leaned in and kissed his forehead “i won’t.” you replied. “i’ll stay by your side…” idia says with a little smile.

MALLEUS DRACONIA

malleus was clueless. loads of questions filled his head once he saw your scars

he asked lilia for help- he asked on how he should approach his concern regarding the scars

malleus gathered up the courage to ask you. so he took you out on your usual night walks and there he asked.

malleus walked by your side as the stars were twinkling brightly. under the moonlight, you can see malleus’ face. he looked worried and bothered. “malleus, is everything alright?” you asked as you both stopped walking. malleus sighed “i really want to ask you about something…” malleus trailed off. you hummed “what is it?” you asked. “i saw scars on your wrist. it was an odd amount of scars. i wanted to ask what happened.” malleus replied. “ahh..” you tell him. “i- i never knew you would notice.” you blurted out. “i used to inflict harm onto myself. i weirdly felt comfort by it. but i realized that it was making me suffer more so i stopped.” you explained. malleus’ eyes turned glossy as he heard your reason. “have you ever thought of taking your own life?” malleus asked “hmm.. yes. sometimes- even though i’ve stopped that thought still haunts me.” you replied. “i don’t want you to leave and hurt alone.” malleus says with his voice breaking. “i’m here now, aren’t i? if you need someone to talk to i’m here.” he added. you smiled at him- appreciating him even more.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland scenarios #twst imagines #twst x reader #twst headcanons #twst scenarios #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia

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beladeprived · 3 years

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The girls and finger hearts HC!!!! PLEEK 😭

im gonna add badly drawn doodles because im feelin motivated lksksjs

idk if youre referring to just the dimi daughters or not so ima just do em alllll

and and uh the maiden in the doodles is just my oc btw

Bela

is pretty confused at first

tries to do it and fails at the first time

is a confused babie

"did i do it right?"

you: no bela, sweetie thats a check mark

tangles her fingers the first try

eventually gets it

blushes everytime you give her a finger heart

she eventually gets it and starts reciprocating your finger heart

"so does this thing mean that you love me???"

gets used to your finger hearts she starts doing it more than you.

when she rounds a corner and she sees you, she quickly gives you a finger heart

Cassandra

she raises her eyebrow at you the first time you do it

"wtf are u cussing at me?"

"is that an alternative of the middle finger?"

you: cass n o...

she doesnt wanna do it

rolls her eyes everytime you give her one

you: cass! *finger hearts*

cass: *rolls her eyes at you*

she acts like youre cringe but she acrually just doesnt wanna do it since she doesnt know how yet; she wants to study it first so she doesnt get embarrassed

one day you give her a heart

and she actually gives one back but she doesnt wanna look at you coz she gets shy abt it

she starts doing it to alcina and alcina is just like "??? dear what???"

Daniela

immediately gets it

"ooh y/n is that a heart??" she happily asks

is able to do it at first try

is cheesy af

"y/n my head is itching :(("

then she pretends to have found something weird from her hair

then she cheesily says "i found this for you!" and gives you a finger heart...from her itching head (lmaO)

she pulls her finger hearts from random places

strikes random poses with it

gives everyone a finger heart

claims she bought her "stock" of finger hearts from the duke

yes she runs out of "stock"

tries to joke around with the duke about it

"how much is this worth?" she asks, offering him a finger heart

"miss daniela," the duke laughs," that seems to be worth a lot,"

daniela stop trying to sell finger hearts

Alcina

*motherly sigh*

"ok whatever makes u happy ig"

could NEVER do it

she asks her daughters for help but she still couldnt do it

you: my lady...thats a check not a heart...

returns the finger heart but instead of heart its a "finger check"

daniela tries hard to teach her but to no avail

tries to do a finger heart with her mega long claws out

you: my lady is...that a threat???

Donna

takes encouraging because she is vvv shy

shy to do the finger heart yes

she only does a finger heart for you

and when she does one she has a smile on her face

panics when you give her a finger heart at first

would awkwardly place the finger heart on your chest

would discreetly give you one when around other people

Angie

can never do the finger heart

"finger heart? OOH LIKE THIS??? *holds up middle finger*"

yeah so she sticks to the arm heart

sometimes she would give you an arm heart whenever donna gives you a finger heart

jumps and bounces around while giving you arm hearts

would play hide and seek with you and would give you arm hearts when you find her

"aw you found me! heres your prize! *arm heart*"

angie is kinda a pain to draw lmaO

#resident evil village #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #donna beneviento #angie beneviento #bela dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu x reader #alcina x maiden #donna x reader #doodles

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qyuoza · 2 years

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To Our Last (PJH)

“The sunset is beautiful isn’t it?”

Genre: Angst, heartbreak

AU: Idol!au

Warnings: none (but ig it’s also a fair warning that i also haven’t edited or proofread this yet) ^^*

Synopsis: He takes you to see the sunset with him because you were always his first, and now you were going to be his last.

It was your fourth year anniversary with Jihoon when Treasure held their first concert, and to go back in time, you knew you were a constant in his first everything. His first supporter, his best friend, his first kiss, and now, you were his first (and probably last) girlfriend.

“Happy anniversary Ji! And I loved the concert! You all did so well today” you grin widely. The members smiled as Jihoon took you in his arms, giving you a kiss on your cheek in the process.

“Thanks Y/n, that means a lot! Happy anniversary to you both by the way, to more years together” Hyunsuk smiles. Jihoon gazes into your eyes lovingly and drags you away, completely exhausted and wanting to go home after such a long day.

“Happy anniversary Y/n, sorry I couldn’t do anything for our fourth year together. I didn’t realize the concert would fall on the same day, but here we are” he says softly.

“I don’t mind at all, it’s your first concert and we have many other anniversaries so it’s ok for you to enjoy the time you have with your fans” you reply.

The slight glow of the streetlights hit his face and you see Jihoon with a loving look in his eyes. Not a single coherent thought was behind them except you in that very moment.

After your fourth anniversary, Jihoon had suddenly become distant, but you thought this was completely odd knowing they’d have more free time.

“Hyunsuk? Hello? Is Jihoon at the company with you guys” that day, you gave Hyunsuk a call out of concern. Jihoon came home late the night before and left before you could even wake up.

“Y/n? Hey, uhm he’s not with us right now? We don’t have any work so Yedam and I are really just out shopping. You’re welcome to join us if you’d like” the older male offered. You politely decline and thank him before ending the call.

Then you decided to call Junkyu, the only other person who might be with Jihoon at the moment.

“Hello? Y/n? Jihoon? No he’s not here either. He just came to the dorms and left without a word, said something about going out with a few friends. If you want, I can tell him that you called” Junkyu says from the other line.

You sigh in relief, at least someone was there to give him a heads up on your behalf. He hadn’t replied to any of your calls or texts all morning.

“Thanks Kyu, you’re a lifesaver really! Now I’ve got to go, enjoy your break” you end the call and sigh. Why was he acting so weird? You hated acting like a clingy girlfriend, but at times like these you needed to have a serious talk with your boyfriend.

He wouldn’t just get up and leave like that if he wanted time alone, he’d always let you know. At that moment, the front door opens, breaking your train of thought. It was Jihoon, and he smiled at you with an unreadable glint in his eyes.

“Let’s go to the beach, I have to tell you something” you only nod in reply and go to change into something more comfortable.

You grab your jacket and you both head out of the apartment, awkward tension between you both, something that never happens.

The sun was starting to go down when you both arrive. On the beach, Jihoon places a towel on the sand for the two of you to sit on. Then you turn towards him, taking in the sudden situation.

“Why’d you bring me here Ji?” You ask, before turning to watch the sunset. It was so beautiful and it was everything you needed after a hard week.

Not only with the rough patch in your relationship, but your studies and social life have wormed it’s way into your stress.

“The sunset is beautiful isn’t it?” He says sadly. You abruptly turn to Jihoon and his face is stoic, not a single emotion on it.

“You don’t mean that” you reply frantically, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. It was like a bomb had dropped on you, there was just no way.

“I mean it, and I’m sorry Y/n. I love you, but times have changed”

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bunny-xoxo · 3 years

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Phone Sex

18+ MINORS DNI

jean, armin, & eren (sep) x reader

warning(s): slight dom reader, male masturbation, humiliation, degradation, edging, phone sex, crying ig?, self-masturbation mentioned in Jeans but I tried to make it gender neutral, eren calls reader mommy in his but it’s like slightly a joke ,, at first🧍‍♀️

a/n: ANON YOU.... you have a mind of gold. This was a request for reading guiding the boys while they masturbate so this is that! I hope this was what you were looking for anon! :) <3 and as always I love to hear your thoughts so pls send them in 😭 i also did my best to keep the reader neutral when it mentions the reader masturbating !

Jean

When you were woke up at 2 in the morning by a call from Jean, you definitely thought you’d be racing over to his place for some kind of emergency. But when you slid your thumb across the screen and held your phone up to ear, grumbling out a ,“hello?”, instead you were met with whiny, breathy moans, pleading for a different kind of help.

“Baby? You up?” You could barely hear him over his heavy panting.

“Well, I am now.”

It was silent for a few moments while you heard him shuffling around in his bed.

“Do ya need something babe? What’d you call me so late for?” You took an innocent tone to your voice, but you knew exactly what he needed from you.

“Hnng- ah- um, yeah. I - are you - ah - busy?”

You sighed and grumbled for him to give you a second as you moved to lay on your back and put your headphones on,

“You’re sitting there with that pretty cock of yours in your hands, aren’t you? So needy and desperate to cum that you had to wake me up at 2 in the morning just to hear my voice? Aw, I never knew you were such a little slut, Jean.”

Your hands reached down between your legs to slide your bottoms off at the sound of a hoarse whimper from the other end of the phone call, clearly he was caught off guard by your sudden crude words.

“You like that? Being reminded how much of a slut you are for me?”

“Ah - mhm.” You could hear the speed of his hand increasing, and judging by his moans you could tell he was getting close.

“Look at you, all worked up and already about to make a mess of yourself. Wanna cum baby? Tell me how bad you want it.” You hummed as you brought your fingers down to play with yourself, now throbbing with need from the sound of Jeans moans; which were filled with the obvious longing to be fucking you or your dirty mouth instead of his fist.

“Oh god, I want it so bad, only you - fuck - only - oh god, baby please lemme cum.” You could see him now, a panting sweaty mess with his large hand wrapped around his cock. He was probably bucking up into his hand, the other one fisting the sheet while he tried to ground himself and wait for your permission, wanting so bad to be good for you. The head of his cock slightly swollen with need and his pretty face all scrunched up with focus.

“Yeah? You wanna cum?”

“Fuck, yes. Please?”

“Awww, what a good boy. Go on and lemme hear you cum then.”

His pretty groan filled your ears before it came out strangled and separated with gasps.

You let him ride out his high a bit longer until he spoke.

“Thank you, babe. Sorry to wake you up.” He had a sense of bashfulness to his voice - not matching the confidence he had earlier to dial you in the first place.

“Mmm, don’t worry about it. You can make it up to me by staying on the line until I cum this time.”

Armin

You’d be lying if you said Armins sniffling coming through the phone didn’t make you smile. You love when he listens to you, even when it’s killing him to do so.

“C-can I, can I keep going?” His voice was so soft and meek you could barely hear him.

He sat with his hand resting at the base of his cock, not squeezing or moving an inch. Every so often he’d run his hand through his hair or let it slide down his chest, brushing past his nipples, desperate for some kind of stimulation.

Every twitch of his cock made the tears resting on his lash line spill and stream down his red cheeks, god you could just imagine it. What you wouldn’t give to be in front of him now and see it for yourself.

“Mhm, but I want you to go nice ‘n slow. You think you can do that for me?” You did your best to keep your tone calm and unwavering, luring him into doing what you wanted, knowing he’s a sucker for receiving your praise.

“Of course I can.” He said it matter of factly, almost appalled that you’d assume he couldn’t do anything you ask of him.

“Well, go on then.”

He hissed at the sensation of his cold, tough hands dragging slowly up his cock, squeezing slightly at the head just to tease himself further - making sure to let an erotic moan slip past his lips to let you know he was going above and beyond for you. Even fondling his balls just to make the desire to cum all that more excruciating, and showing you just how much he could take if it meant being good for you.

“You sound so pretty baby, think you can hold out just a little bit longer for me? You know how much I love listening to you touch yourself, such an angel.”

“Y-yes.” He swallowed thickly - loud enough that you could hear it - knowing how proud of him you were gonna be.

“Good boy.”

Eren

Eren rarely enjoyed phone sex, too needy and demanding to think it was worth it; especially when he could pick you up or come over at any time. So why the hell would he choose to be separated and touch himself while he listened to you over the phone?

But I guess it’s different when he’s at work and only has 30 minutes to ease the strain in his pants and get you off his mind. Which is exactly why he’s calling your contact with a shaky hand as he sits in his car, making sure to park where no one would come to bother him, with the other hand busy pulling out his fat cock previously stuffed and feeling claustrophobic in his jeans - he’s lucky his work apron kept his appearance decent.

He hissed at the way it sprang up against his abdomen, his cock head already angry and swollen. God he hated you, getting him all worked up at work just because he couldn’t stop thinking about bending you over and slamming you so hard you couldn’t do anything but whine and whimper, not even able to get out a coherent sentence about how good he filled you up.

But the moment he heard the ringing falter and your sweet voice greet him , “Hey babe what’s up? Aren’t you at work right now?”, all animosity left his body. A low whimper leaving his lips instead, so desperately wanting your lips wrapped around his cock it was almost agonizing.

“Fuck babe, I need you - oh fuck - I need you to make me cum quick, ah hnngh god -“ he spoke so fast and quiet you almost thought he was in trouble, but judging by the way his voice was getting raspy, and the way it cracked at the end of his sentence, you knew he was perfectly fine.

You sighed and set your highlighter down, knowing you wouldn’t be getting back to your studying any time soon.

“Babe? You there? I -“

“Mhmm, ‘m right here.” You cut him off quickly, gnawing at your bottom lip to the sounds of his quiet pants, knowing he was quickly fisting his cock and probably on his lunch break, needing to finish fast, doing his best to cum as quick as he could, and yet he still needed to call you to help him do that? God what an ego boost.

But, you were busy studying. And rarely do you have him in such a powerless position, why not have some fun with him?

“Okay, I’ll help.” You smiled coyly at his sigh of relief.

“Really babe? Oh my g-“

“But promise you’ll do what I say?”

He was silent for a moment, but he knew he didn’t have much time to protest and really, he was putty in your hands right now. He agreed before he could change his mind, and that’s what led him to the position he was in now.

His cock sensitive to the touch and his hair falling out of his bun, his face flushed and looking slightly a mess with the sweat that was beginning to collect on his forehead.

He probably had but two minutes left on his break and he needed to come, bad.

“Please, Jesus fuck I’ve been listening but god I need to cum. I’m -“

“Okay Eren I hear you,” you giggled for a moment and he felt his stomach drop, you were up to something, “why don’t you ask mommy for permission?”

“What?”

You giggled again at his exclamation and knew he was getting frustrated by the groan he let out, but you were having too much fun, and you wanted to see how far you could push him.

“You heard me, you wanna cum so bad? Call me mommy and beg for it.” You sighed and sat back in your chair. He should’ve expected you to do something to get back at him for bothering you while you were busy, what either of you weren’t expecting though was how quickly he caved.

“Mommy, please.” His voice cracked from the dryness of his throat as he whimpered out his plea, not expecting it to send your stomach into a frenzy.

“God please let me cum, please mommy, please.”

“Y-yeah okay, go on and finish.” You sat in shock as you heard his sweet moans come through the phone, an octave higher than they’d usually be.

“I-, fuck, I gotta go back to work. You really cut it close babe. See you when I get home.” He hung up quickly, hoping it didn’t come off as rude - he just had little to no time to clean himself up before he had to clock back in.

But it didn’t matter cause you were still reeling from the way he so freely whimpered out mommy, and how enticing it sounded coming from him.

Hmm, you had a lot to think about.

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qingxintea · 3 years

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heartbreak avenue (3) || albedo x reader

heartbreak avenue (1) heartbreak avenue (2) -- tell me how, do you do this thing called living? when theres nothing more to gain. gn reader -- ignore the link below idk how tf to hyperlink on mobile but that’s ur part 4 ig

damn. imagine missing mond so much that you visit just for the vibes and accidentally become a one time vigilante for dominating over a couple abyss mages

how oddly specific!

you moment.

TO BE FAIR, you didn't mean to and also ur just strong with that 245% crit damage ugh yeah yeah get it ig

it was night time, like, idk 1am and you were in this cloak because idk look swaggy and comfortable

abyss mage went ŏ̸̡̡̹̘͉̫̬̬̭̘̙̝͐͒̆̈́̒̿̄́͠͝ǒ̸̧̺͕̣̬̝̱͈̭̭̻̮̈̏̔͆̑̀̍ǫ̵̡̜̲̭̠̤̰̹͍̣͎̤̈́̓̍͠ḩ̴̡͍̣̹̯̭̩̮̣̩̭́̔̀̍͊̂͒́̆͘͜͝͝ȃ̷̧̡̢̡̨̛̪͓̤̜͕̳̦̼͊̏̃͆̓̈́̈́̽̈́͌͐̋̚ͅh̸̡̩͍̟͕̥͚̰̰̟̮̖̪̉̈́͛͂̍̾a̸̧̢͕̙̞̳̩͈̲͉͕̒̆̎̐̎̍̀͊͘̚͝h̸̡̼͓̝͕̫̤̰̱̬̣̗͚̙̀͜ and you were like "lmao shut up"

and like it did! because you made it shut up and also mans diluc was watching in his dark knight hero thingy

of course you noticed his presence from the beginning, you just wanted to piss him off and act like he wasn't there at all

you walked. straight past him like he was actually on the bridge in the middle and you just w al ked .

i mean ofc he gonna say something. and he did. dude said "who r u"

stared at him directly in the eye and said "the embryo made of chewed bubblegum."

he stared. sh o ck ed . what were you even saying

"jk im a resident of mondstadt, visiting from my liyue trip."

"and how do i know you arent lying?"

you sighed and grabbed your dendro vision, letting him look at the frame. "its incased in a mondstadt styled frame." after a few seconds, you put it back. "if that is all, i'll be going."

"k"

"literally fuck off" you responded and walked inside.

sometimes you forget how rude mondstadt people are lmao loser.

ok so like this donna girl really went up to you like "JFKLSJFLKSDJFL NUMBER ??? HELLO ?? UMM THE WAY YOU SAVED MONDSTADT RLKDFFC" and you resisted every urge to flip her off on the spot.

you just stayed and let her talk, smiling through all of it. your hood was still on but it was quite windy s ooo

its been ten minutes. girl please let us go. you were literally begging for anyone to cut in because ur too nice (or unbothered) to tell her to shut up even though you totally went off on diluc aadahahhshdf

and someone did! not the one you expected though.

"good evening donna, and... oh? who would you be?"

ALBEDO LMAO GET STICKBUGGED? ? ? ?? AH a hjfkahfjah . im so funny .

guys i meant that ironically please

anyway

you got even more uncomfortable lmao and you just looked at him and smiled. what do you respond? "no one of importance."

he heard your voice, saw your eyes and it registered. it was you...

or was that what he wanted to believe?

cause this whole time hes been waiting for you, only using experiments as a thing to pass time. it got... a little more lonelier, because nothing could replace you.

he decided to not believe it. because 1) you knew well they welcomed you with open arms, so there would be no need to hide yourself

(which is also proof of how much the whole situation fucked up your thinking)

a second of silence before he continues on the conversation with normal evening meeting stuff things idk

then ur like "ahhshaaajk i must be taking my leave now for matters i will not disclose ahaha skidoosh"

skidoosh

so you go to the big venti statue next to the cathedral and just stand. stare. yikes

no ones out right now and theres nothing to do. but you remember this place because its where the both of yall would eat together whenever he had free time (which wasnt that often, but he still made the effort)

you look up to the sky, counting all the stars like you used to.

no ones gonna know that you're here, you decided on that. you only visited because you simply missed it, but after this, you were going back to liyue.

no ones gonna know. because no one needs to know. no one needs to know that you were here. that would only cause more trouble to the situation you tried to avoid

albedo ends up catching up to you later, still having some spark of hope left that it really was you

i mean lowkey there isnt really anything saying it wasnt. he wanted to believe that he was just overthinking when he thought it really wasnt you

like you look the same. sound the same. its just the reasoning of you coming here, but he can push that aside

"(y/n)."

you flinch but didnt react with anything else. he doesnt need to know that its you.

"(y/n)?"

you turn around to meet his eyes as he was approaching you. slightly distancing yourself another inch away as you were not used to the proximity, you responded, "i'm afraid i'm not the one you're looking for."

albedo stops for a moment, and was about to apologize,, but then

yknow that wind i mentioned earlier? like right after donna started bothering you

yeah that same wind blew ur hood off! lmao L

okay time to get serious !

you stay composed and sighed, your breath visible in the cold air.

so your features are exposed, and its so obviously you, like theres literally no way it cannot be you

"it really is you..." he doesnt understand why youre not admitting to it. "(y/n), please.."

you shake your head and walk away but mans grabs your wrist gently

"(y/n), whats wr-" he starts, but youre quick to respond

"im not (y/n)." you flat out said it and looked right into his eyes. and you swear there were small tears even if he was deemed nonchalant.

he doesnt understand, its your physical features, and your same energy, there is no other person that completely matches it.

he pulls you closer to examine this black smudge on your hand, a small yelp of surprise coming from you.

"this is... ink," he studied the properties of the substance. "you responded to my letter a day ago. (y/n)... i know by now. there's no reason to hide it."

you step away, freeing your hand from his grasp. your voice broke, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. "i'm not... i'm not (y/n). i never will be. i'll never be so vulnerable again, i'll never be so naive again, i'll never be so lonely again, i will never ever be anything like they were again."

your vision blurred, but you werent oblivious to the tears streaming down his face as well. reaching to brush them away, you paused and let it drop to his shoulder instead.

"albedo. i... the (y/n) you knew... they're gone now. and if i could revert back to them any time, i would, i swear, but... i'm al-... they..." you buried your head in your hands. "i'm broken. to the point that i refuse to identify as the (y/n) you know me by."

doesnt know what to say, so he almost pulls you into a hug before you move out of the way. something you never did.

"don't... please. it never works out in the end." you shake your head, facing the other way. "for me at least."

"..we could work together, no?" he tried, still oblivious about your feelings towards him.

"only if you're willing to cross your moral boundaries," you looked back and tilted your head. taking a deep breath, you continued, "but you know that neither of us are willing to do that."

he couldn't say anything, because as much as he hated to admit something for once, you were right about that. at this point, he would've thought that literally any extent would've been fine to reach to bring you back.

yet in multiple situations where he's doubted himself before, theres always a line he will never cross.

"...i wish you the best. treat her well because i worked hard." you walked away without him stopping you this time. i worked hard. not we worked hard.

even if you had honestly felt that way, there was no chance the old you wouldve actually voiced that.

and so he watched you slip from his grasp again, only this time, he stopped himself from holding you back from his own will.

yet he swears- the next time he meets you again, he will bring you back.

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oliviajdjarin · 3 years

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Chapter 6: A Jedi

Warnings: traumaaaa, lots of anxiety, like lots of anxiety, the reader really hates herself in this one, minor minor violence, references to violence, mostly just anxiety and hate.

Author’s Note: This is where the series starts to pick up, so I executed it as best as I could! I also went a little off canon with this one, so I hope it makes sense with the story. Thank you for any support!

Your journey to Sorgan was pretty smooth… but Mando was tense.

You tried your best to reassure him multiple times that this was the best choice for the kid and that you could help him with any challenge thrown at him, but he would just respond with a sigh and a solemn nod. So, you decided not to push it.

He had done even riskier missions on his own, so he can handle this one.

Once you arrived, you walked into the common house and met a woman named Cara Dune.

She introduced herself to you and she seemed very friendly, but when Mando mentioned that she was an ex shock trooper for the Republic, that is when you tensed up.

You had done things in your past that you knew would offend her. Not even offend her, but provoke her to strangle you alive. The fact that she was from Alderaan made it obvious enough that the Empire had hurt her deeply.

The only way to protect yourself was to hide who you really were, and your heart sank.

You felt like you had finally broken away from that way of life. The hiding, the anxiety, the fear. You felt like you could be yourself with Mando and the kid and not have to worry about that anymore. But the galaxy was cruel like that.

After the brief introduction, Mando proceeded to outline the plan and everything that the man on the recording (who you later found out to go by the name Greef Karga) had said, and Cara looked far from impressed.

“I don’t know, I’ve been advised to lay low,” she said, “If anyone identifies me, I’ll rot in a cell for the rest of my life.”

That makes two of us, you think.

“I thought you were a veteran,” Mando mumbled.

“I’ve been a lot of things,” Cara replied. “If I so much as book a passage on a ship registered to the New Republic-”

“I have a ship,” Mando replied, “I can bring you there and back with a handsome reward. You can live free of worry.”

“I’m already free of worry,” she said, “and I’m not in the mood to play soldier anymore. Especially fighting a local warlord.”

“He’s not a local warlord,” Mando replied, “He’s Imperial.”

You could see how Cara visibly tensed up at the word “Imperial.” If you weren’t scared of her before, you sure as hell were now.

“I’m in,” she responded, and you smiled at her.

She grinned back to you and asked, “Where do you fit in in this plan?”

You looked at the child in your arms and said, “My job is to keep the child safe. So I will protect him until he is used as the bait, and I will adapt to where he goes from there.”

“She can defend herself plenty,” Mando says, and Cara nods at you.

“I believe you,” she says, and you give her another smile.

I really hope I don’t let her down, you think.

~~*~~

Within the next hour, the four of you had arrived back at the Razor Crest.

Mando started the ship on track to Nevarro while Cara took a look at the weapon arsenal.

You watched as her eyes scanned over the array of options, and you couldn’t help but feel deep sorrow for her.

Her life was torn apart by the Empire, and now she was getting thrown right back into a fight. The fact that she wasn’t even going to join the mission before Mando mentioned that the client was Imperial made you nervous. She was not a woman you wanted to mess with, so you hoped and prayed you would stay on her good side.

The kid had somehow managed to make it to the controls and grab hold of the throttle, which made the ship veer abruptly side to side.

You ran to the child and lifted him away from the throttle while Mando stabilized the ship.

“Are you sure one set of hands is enough to watch that little beast? Worst case scenario, we made need y/n to fight with us. Maybe an extra set of hands could help,” Cara said, trying to catch her breath from running all around the ship.

Mando looked back at you and you nodded.

“She’s right. I can watch the kid as long as you need, but if you guys need me in a fight I can’t keep him with me. He could get hurt.”

Mando nodded and sat back down in the pilot’s chair.

“Looks like we are making a pit stop,” he said.

~~*~~

The Razor Crest landed on the property of a man named Kuiil. Mando said that he had helped him greatly in the past and he trusted him, and if Mando trusted somebody, you did too.

He greeted you with open arms and was incredibly nice. He led the four of you inside his humble home, and you never realized how long it had been since you stayed in an actual home.

Kuiil studied the child in your arms and said, “it hasn’t grown much.”

“What is your name,” he asked you.

“I am y/n. It is nice to meet you Kuiil,” you said and he nodded reverently to you.

“What about this one? Does she have a name,” he said, gesturing to Cara.

“This is Cara. She was a shock trooper,” Mando said.

“You were a dropper,” Kuiil said, and Cara nodded.

“Did you serve,” she asked.

“On the other side, I’m afraid. But I’m proud to say that I paid out my clan’s debt, and now I serve no one but myself,” Kuiil said.

The other side, you think. Kuiil served the Empire? And Mando had worked with him before?

You couldn’t deny the fact that this got your hopes up. Mando… working with the enemy.

If only he knew, you thought.

All of a sudden, the door behind Kuiil opened, and an IG droid stepped inside with a tray in his hands.

Mando immediately sprang to his feet and pointed his blaster at the droid. Cara joined him, and you blocked the pram the child was in with your whole body.

“Would anyone care for some tea,” the droid asked, and your eyebrows knit in confusion.

Weren’t these droids normally hunters?

“Please, lower your blasters. He will not harm you,” Kuiil said, obviously trying to diffuse the situation.

Mando, however, didn’t seem to want to go that route.

He kept his blaster pointed directly at the droid’s head and said, “That thing is programmed to kill the baby.”

You straightened your back at his words, blocking as much of the pram as you could, until Kuiil shook his head and said, “Not anymore.”

He then explained how he found the droid at a battle site and brought it back to his workshop. He decided to repair it, and then spent many days teaching the droid everything from scratch. It developed a personality, Kuiil mentioned, and it’s experiences helped the personality become unique to the droid.

“Is it still a hunter,” Mando asked.

“No, but it will protect,” he said, and Mando finally lowered his blaster.

There was no way Mando was going to let that robot anywhere near the child.

~~*~~

Later that night, you and Cara were sitting in Kuiil’s house while Mando was outside speaking with him, no doubt trying to convince him to protect the child.

“So what’s your story,” Cara asked, taking a sip of tea.

“Oh.. well… Mando picked me up on Tattooine. I worked there as a mechanic for a woman named Peli. It was a good job, but I wanted to get off that planet. I had lived there for a long time, and I wanted to explore the galaxy for once. It sounds cheesy, but I’ve always wanted to do that at some point. Mando agreed to take me with him on his missions in exchange for the child’s safety,” you say, and Cara nods.

“Nice. You made a living for yourself, and were brave enough to walk away when you knew the time was right. Most people never leave their home planet,” she says, and you nod.

“Yeah… I tried my best,” you say, and you try not to let your eyes darken. You didn’t like talking about your past. All it did was stir up old memories that you had worked to push down for years. You hated your past, and you didn’t know how well you could hide it much longer. Especially when you were being questioned by someone like Cara.

“The Empire… hurt me a lot. So, I am excited to hurt it back,” you say, and a big grin shows on Cara’s face.

She takes another sip of her tea, and looks up to find Mando walking through the door.

“Any luck,” she says to him, and he shakes his head no.

“Kuiil said that the droid can protect the child, but I don’t trust it,” he says and Cara chuckles.

“Yeah.. I think we got that,” Cara says and you smile.

Mando goes to sit down next to Cara, so she scoots over a bit to make some room for him.

You heard something hit the floor, and you realize Cara had knocked over your bag on accident. You had brought it into Kuiil’s house because you used it to store snacks for the child.

You stored other things in there too, and under no circumstance was anyone allowed to see them.

That was going pretty well, until Cara knocked the entire thing over.

“Whoops. Sorry,” she says and goes to start putting the items back in.

Your body is frozen in place and you feel like your lungs are being squeezed. Your limbs have turned to putty, and you cannot take your eyes off her hands.

If she sees it, I and dead. I am so dead

“It’s- It’s ok Cara. I’ve got it,” you say and start to stand up.

“No no it’s ok, I can-” she says, before her eyes widen.

She picks up an item and starts raising it to eye level, and you are just about ready to vomit.

Your saber.

You feel like your entire body is crumbling before her and she can’t even tell. Your breathing has become almost erratic and the sweat on your forehead starts to drip down to your eyes.

This whole experience, this whole journey with Mando and the kid could be completely undone right now. Everything you have hidden, everything you’ve buried, and everything you hoped you left behind on sandy Tattooine is staring you right in the face.

And Cara is….smiling?

“No way,” she yells excitedly, before laughing and smiling at you.

“No wonder you were so secretive about your past! You’re a Jedi,” she says.

You take a glance at Mando, who is staring at the saber, looking confused as ever.

Ok, maybe this is good, you think to yourself, trying to relax.

I can pretend I was a Jedi. Sure. I have basically the same training as them.

But who were you kidding. You knew that wasn’t going to cut it.

“A Jedi?” Mando says, and Cara goes into a whole tangent about how amazing the Jedi were. How they fought the Empire till their dying breaths and defended the galaxy. They had been betrayed by their own clone groups, and most of them died in Order 66.

“But you didn’t!” she said and smiled at you.

You managed a smile back, but you had to have looked like a psycho. You were in so much physical and emotional pain from the amount of anxiety flowing through you. You had felt out of control before, but this was more dangerous than you knew.

You were such an idiot getting your hopes up. Thinking that a Mandalorian actually cared for someone like you. How could you have been so stupid.

“Even the colors of the sabers are legendary,” Cara said. “Aren’t they y/n?”

You nod back, but you know what’s coming.

Your truth was about to shine throughout the entire house, reflecting back at you like some sick joke. And you were screwed. You were so screwed.

“Well, let’s see it then,” Cara said and ignited the saber with both hands wrapped around the handle.

“Wait” you scream, but it was too late.

The tears hit your eyes before she even ignited the weapon.

The deep, burning red saber was ignited, and there was no going back.

It’s burning, fire like glow illuminated Cara’s face, and a sunset like tint was shining on Mando’s armor.

He always looked so beautiful when light would reflect off of him, but not like this.

The red from the saber was vibrant, but you had never seen a glow as red as the anger in Cara’s eyes.

She knew what this color meant, and your identity was revealed in all its glory.

A Sith

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tobi-momo · 3 years

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Them Congratulating You On Getting Your Grades Up

PAIRINGS: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader | Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader | Tsukishima Kei x Reader | Bokuto Koutarou x Reader

GENRE: fluff, crack (?), comfort (?)

WARNINGS: none :p

A/N: ok so I meant to write this a long time ago but...it obvs didn't happen ig- this is so self indulgent im- I wrote this bc i recently got most of my grades up from F's to B's and I'm proud so I want to show you guys how they would be proud of you too!!!

the moment you show him your new grades he's pulling you tight into his embrace

He had been helping you with your assignments for months now, staying up late with you on either video call or he was physically with you, comforting you when the stress was too much

But now all that work has paid off and your grade has finally got up, he couldn't be happier for you

His hands hold you firmly against him as you squeal into his shoulder, chuckles of his own seeping from his mouth

“I Did it. Finally,” you breathe out, like a 300 pound weight was lifted off your shoulders

“You did, Baby, and I’m so proud of you.”

You could cry, right now, honestly

You can bet your ASS hes buying you dinner- whatever you want bc its YOUR day

Hes gonna treat you like absolute ROYALTY (more than he already does, obvs)

A calming night with movies and cuddling would suffice too, he thought, bringing a soft, fleece blanket to your figure before letting you make yourself comfortable on his body, laying on the couch

You deserved this, after all your hard work :)

When you told him your grade went up, he just chuckles lightly before waking over with ease, patting you on the head a couple times before sincerely saying, “That’s amazing, Y/n, good job,” with a smile

He hadn’t helped you as much as he’d liked too, but he could see how hard you were working for this.

You had missed multiple calls and texts from him because you were studying, you arrive to school with dark circles under your eyes because of how late you stayed up for this-

You worked so damn hard for this, and you're finally getting what you wanted. He couldn't be prouder

His eyes widen as you topple him onto his bed, yet he wasnt surprised when his arms automatically wrapped around your figure to keep you on top of him, his large hands dragging you up to chest as you lay your head down near his shoulder, his fingers finding a strand of hair to play with while you sigh with content

He missed this

“Thank you, Haji.”

“For?”

“Waiting for me.”

“Of course. I’ll always be there.”

This. mf.

So fucking rude istg AND FOR WHAT

You excitingly told him ab your grades going up, yet he brushes it off

“Just now? Those assignments were easy,” he states

You were kinda pissed. Who was he to treat you like that? After you worked so hard?

But you were also kinda sad. Your boyfriend didn’t recognize how many hours you wasted doing work instead of texting him, how many sleepless nights you had simply doing late math work. He dismissed you like it was nothing

So, you turn around, not saying a word as you walk away

“Hey- wait,” he sighs, his fingers going to push his glasses back. “Good job. I guess.”

Your heels spin you around as your eyebrows perk up in confusion. You couldnt help the smile that painted your face, tho

“Wait, really?” you say with excitement

“Yeah, whatever, just,” he sighs again, turning around without warning before he says, “come on.”

“Where are we going?”

“What’s your favorite candy?”

“Baby! Guess what!”

“What, Kou?”

“I got my grades up!”

Yeahp. Him too. Honestly, this made you feel better, because you two had studied together (a tragic thing, really. You two barely processed a word that the textbooks emitted into your brains. Or maybe they didn't emit at all…)

“So did I!”

“Wait, actually?!”

“Yeah!”

You guys are yelling in keysmashes, piling on each other as you laugh and congratulate each other for your hard work

“I’m so proud of you, Baby!!!” He peppers kisses all over your face and body as you two lay on the floor together

“You too, Darling! Our hard work paid off, huh?”

“Sure did! Now I can be the best volleyball player and the best student,” he shouts with pride

Your loud giggles was your only reply, as your head turns and nuzzles into his side while his hands fixate on your back and your waist, his lips pressing soft butterfly kisses to teh crown of your head

heaven

update💀my grades went back down while i was writing this- hm- gonna go study after this ig

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arduadastra · 3 years

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Lost Faith - Part One

A/N ITS FINALLY HERE!! Thank you for the support and I can't believe I wrote this, if you want a part two let me know!

FINALLY updated to this gorgeous header by @sirtadcooper (who you definitely need to follow)

This is set right after the season two finale and is kind of what I imagine Din would be feeling right after he’s handed Grogu off and what it would be like to find him.

Also, the crest didn’t explode ok, I refuse to believe that.

- 2.1K - (what happened?!)

/// Din is alone. He’s been alone most of his adult life. Once he left the convent he’s captured quarries solo for years. He’s used to the quiet solace hyperspace provides, the occasional hums and beeps from the crest console and the sounds of starlight rushing past is nothing more than white noise at this point. So why does it feel different this time? He leans over and flips a switch. He likes quiet, he knows quiet. Talking has never been his strong suit - in fact, he actively avoids it if he can but there’s a tightness in his chest he’s trying to ignore and he needs a fucking distraction before he punches something. After he had handed... to the Jedi he doesn’t really remember much else. Bo Katan had said something about needing to discuss his future and the dark sabre but he hadn’t paid her much thought to be honest. He had felt numb and it just didn’t seem important at the time. He remembers looking at them all and how they looked back at him. He didn’t even really realise why they seemed to stare so much until he accidentally kicked the helmet at his feet. He hadn’t bothered to put it back on. What’s the point? He had barely managed to justify putting it back on after revealing himself for that imperial scanner. Every soul that saw his face after that had died, other than Mayfeld that is. Technically no living being had seen his face so his creed remained unbroken. But this time? Din caught himself staring and at a lever with a certain missing sphere on top. He looked away. His creed. The one thing he held above all else. The thing that he had engrained into him since he was a foundling and what made him who he is: a Mandalorian. Yet, he has met Mandalorian's and they did not cover their face. They had called him different. ’A child of the watch’ Bo-Katan had said - was he even Mandalorian then? The thought cast his eye to his helmet lying discarded next to him. He thought he’d feel bare without it and he did back with the IG unit but now he just feels angry. The creed he abided by is broken now, but that doesn’t piss him off nearly as much as the realisation that it might not have even fucking mattered in the first place. He huffs. No, that’s not it. It is but it isn’t. The pressure in his chest returns and he gasps. “Dank Farrik.” Din clenches his eyes shut against the pain, it’s not like any other pain he’s felt before and he has been hurt a lot. He feels a burning sensation behind his eyelids and he shakes his head, opening his eyes and setting his next coordinates before he can think too hard about why his vision is slightly blurred. ///

It was nearing the end of your shift and you took in the sparse patrons left around you. Bar work wasn’t really what you wanted to do with your life but it’s all you had. No siblings and dead parents made for one lonely existence so you needed the company your customers provided. Drunken patrons tend to have the best stories too. You’ve heard it all over the years: divorced from the wife, hiding from the boss, hiding from the police - those were the best kind. Usually, you could guess why each one was there and why but you were stumped by someone. You had noticed the lone Mandalorian in your bar a while ago. You wouldn’t take a second glance usually but what strikes you is the fact he hasn’t moved in twenty minutes and he’s just been sat staring blankly at his own helmet the whole time. The bar is quiet and you’re the only one working so who gives a shit if you’re polishing the same glass over and over, he’s interesting. You haven’t seen a Mandalorian before let alone one as stoic as him. You’d heard the stories, of course, battle-hardened warriors capable of bringing grown men to their knees in a matter of seconds… Now that's an image. You love people-watching, or thing watching this far out in the rim, and it isn’t often you see humans. Especially ones like him. He seems sad, but not in the obvious moping, crying, shoulder shaking sad - more like he’s grieving. He’s been sat staring at the helmet on the table for a while. His hands are balled into a fist in front of it and it’s like he’s looking through it to the wall behind. His dark eyes have barely blinked and his hair is tousled on his head. He’s tanned too and has the most striking lips you’ve ever seen on a guy. You cock your head as you look at him - he’s hot. You feel bad thinking that when the guy is clearly miserable but he’s gorgeous. You have a thing for stubble and you can’t help but think how it would feel against your skin. And strangely you hate to see him so sad. You have an idea so you turn around and start making your favourite drink while you check on him over your shoulder. After a while, pleased with what you’ve concocted you walk to his table and drop the drink in his line of sight. You smile at him. “On the house.” He doesn’t look up, doesn’t seem to even acknowledge you’ve spoken to him let alone standing two feet to his left. You clear your throat. “That means it's free." He looks up at that, seemingly broken out of whatever trance he was in yet his eyes still seem so far away. “I’m not thirsty.” You nod your head to the table. “Well if you want to keep sitting here, you need something in front of you.” The man looks back at the drink, bumping it with his right fist then stares back ahead. “Ok.” He’s a chatty one. You look back at your bar and around at the other tables, no one seems to need assistance and you’re sure as hell not about to go back to standing behind an empty bar so you take in the Mandalorian and decide to sit across from him. You sigh, “Well the least you can do is have a sip, I made it after all.” The Mandalorian meets your eyes silently then glances down at the drink by his hands. He seems to take a few seconds studying the contents before bringing it to his lips for a drink. You watch him, watch as he drinks from the glass and how it travels down his throat. You see the tendons stretch and his adam apple move as he does. God, how can this guy make drinking sexy? You chide yourself on the thought. This guy is clearly going through something and he doesn’t need some random woman objectifying him. He’s finished now and is actively avoiding your eye line as he looks around himself. He seems lost like he doesn’t know how to have company with him. You decide at that moment that you aren’t leaving this guy alone. “My name is y/n by the way. What’s yours?” Nothing. He’s still not looking at you. You try again. “How was the drink?” The guy must have some form of manners because he responds at that with a slight nod. “Good.” Not much but you’ll take it. You’ve gathered from this short conversation that

this guy isn’t much for small talk so you decide to cut straight to the point. “Who did you lose?” He seems surprised by that. He looks at you fully then and you’re startled by his eyes. The rest of him seems so closed off, so shuttered but his eyes are a dead give away. They swim with grief and pain and it takes your breath away. He doesn’t respond but he keeps looking at you so you take it as permission to keep going. “I know sadness when I see it. See it every day here,” you gesture around you, “but yours seems deeper than that.” He turns away from you and you notice his jaw tense slightly, subtle but you caught it. You’re on the right track at least. “Was it your wife...or husband?” “No.”

Very quick you notice, so not a partner then. “Your friend?” He’s still looking away. Not that then. You look at his face again, he seems older than you. “Your kid?” That gets a reaction. His jaw ticks and his hand's clench. You see his bicep flex at the action and your mind wanders again and just what he looks like under that armour. “Leave me alone." You continue, “What were they like?” He frowns, and looks back at you, “You’re very insistent.” You scoff, “And you barely talk but I don’t judge.” You take a pause then lean forward into his space, “I just know it's useless when people say ’sorry’ or ’that's terrible.’ You know that already. I always found talking about them is more helpful, means there’s someone else out there to remember them.” The Mandalorian doesn’t say anything for a long time. He studies your face, eyes scanning over yours before dropping to your hands that have instinctively reached out towards him. Your fingers are grazing ever so slightly and you think he likes the contact. He leans back slightly in his chair and casts his eyes over your shoulder. “He’s not dead.” You hum, “Ok…” You think, “ ...so he’s missing?” The Mandalorian seems frustrated and shakes his head "Not missing, I mean I don’t know where he is but I - “ He casts his gaze back to you, almost as if he didn’t realise he had been talking, “Why are you asking me this?” You shrug, “Dunno, you just seemed like you needed someone to talk to.” He keeps looking at you. You lean forward more and so does he. Your fingers bump more insistently and you struggle to not rest your hands over his. The energy between the two of you changes ever so slightly, and you feel your hair stand up on end as he stares you down. He’s very intimidating. You like that. Neither of you moves away and the silence between you stretches on. You refuse to speak first because you sort of want to see what his next move is. You get the impression no one stands up to this guy and you want to be the first. He narrows his eyes, his jaw tenses when he speaks coldly, “I don’t need to talk. Go away.” Undeterred you smile at him, flashing him your teeth when you say “Oh I disagree.” He scoffs at that and gets up, leaving the drink you made him and walks out the door. You stand to follow him, grabbing his helmet as you go - how did he forget that? "Hey, we were talking!” you call after him, pushing yourself through the few stragglers still around on the street. He keeps walking, ignoring your yells so you shout louder, “you didn't even finish my drink!" Still nothing, "and you forgot your bucket!" That makes him turn and he sees the helmet under your arm. You walk towards him as he crosses his arms and sighs. He reaches out his hand for it but you hold it out of reach, “ah ah ah, I said we weren’t finished.” He scoffs “I say we have. Give it back.” “Nope.” You say popping the ‘p’ and you smile at him, “Not till you tell me what’s wrong.” He stalks forward and attempts to take the helmet but you’re quicker and sidestep him and cross it over into your other hand, leaning it out of reach again. He growls at that, “I’ll just take it from you.” You dance backwards slightly, “Oh I don’t think you will.” He remains where he is and scowls, “Don’t you have work to finish?” You shake your head, “Nah it's quiet and they’ll all leave now I’m gone. Besides, this is much more fun.” He’s getting annoyed now and gestures towards you, “What? Standing there holding my helmet hostage knowing full well I can just come over there and take it?” He walks forward again, anger now very present on his face - you love that you’ve rattled him. You know it must take a lot to get this guy mad but it seems you’ve done it rather easily. You grin at him, “You’ll have to catch me first.” And with that, you turn and run. ///

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chaseatinydream · 3 years

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pirate king (9) || atz

You’re not dead.

That’s the only thought that drifts in your mind as you lie face up on the forecastle deck, eagle spread like a dead starfish. You watch the sun as it rises over the horizon absentmindedly, even as activity rages beneath you on the main deck.

The gun crews are busy cleaning out the cannons, preparing them for another battle as fast as possible. You don’t see Seonghwa, but you know he’s below decks, leading a team of pirates in checking up on the shot plugs that they used during battle to stop water from gushing in when the ship was hit by cannon fire. You would have been helping San treat the wounded, but one look at your blank, white face and he instructed you to calm down on the forecastle deck instead.

So that’s what you’re doing.

You watch white puffs of clouds drifting past in the clear blue sky. It’s so calm, so peaceful, you find it difficult to believe that you had just been in a sea battle the day before. Only the slight acrid smell of gunpowder that lingers in the air and the occasional holes in the ground from cannon fire reminds you that yesterday was nothing but a dream.

You could have died yesterday.

You’ve just come into this world, with no memories of your previous self, barely at the beginning of the road to recovering your past, so many questions still unanswered, and it could have all ended for you in that one battle.

The erratic beating of your heart pulls you out of your dazed panic.

You try to suck in deep breaths, forcing yourself to calm down as you grip the necklace under your shirt tightly. The cuts on your body from the splinters sting and you’re aching from the bruises, but you know other pirates had it far worse.

Then you remember what you did to Jongho’s arm and you wince.

“He’s going to kill me.” You groan, burying your face in your hands. Even after the battle had been won, the young battlemaster had given you a dark glare before storming off to clear the decks of the remaining soldiers.

“Who’s going to kill you?”

You jerk up in shock, spinning around only to see a dark shape dangling upside down from the foremast’s rigging like some sort of giant spider, scaring the living daylights out of you. You yelp in terror and jump back, your foot slipping straight into one of the holes caused by the enemy cannons.

“Ow!” A howl of pain leaves your lips as the sharp edges leave scratches on your calf.

“Woah, careful there!” The dark shape drops from the rigging and hurries over to help you out from your mess. It's Yunho, you realise, covered from head to toe in soot and to your horror, dried blood.

“Yunho-hyung, you need to get to Master San right away! You're going to bleed out-”

He laughs easily, waving your concern away. “No worries! It's not my blood! You should watch out for the holes in the deck till Seonghwa-hyung repairs them.”

You nod, eyes darkening slightly as they rake over the state of the ship. “The Treasure took quite a beating, didn’t she?”

The tall man eyes you curiously as he coils up the rope he was using earlier. “Maybe it’s because you’re new, but these kind of things are pretty common, actually. No worries, Hongjoong-hyung said we’re getting to Tortuga in little less than an hour. We’ll be docking there to finish repairs and replenish stocks.”

At that, you purse your lips. You’re going to reach Tortuga soon, the second time you’re stepping on land after having been on the sea for most of your life since your awakening. The last time didn’t exactly go well for you. “Won’t the Royal Navy be there?”

Yunho shakes his head as he plops next to you, grabbing a rag from his belt and wiping most of the dirt and grime from his face. “Aish, I really want a bath. No, Tortuga is a pirate stronghold, actually. The Royal Navy has little to no power there, so we should be safe… If we pay the town enough money, that is.”

You snort at his last sentence as you lie back on the deck again. The sun is turning the entire sky a beautiful shade of pink-orange, and you turn to see Yunho’s face bathed in the same lovely colour.

He grins at you. “So, who’s going to kill you?”

At that, you shrink into yourself, a little sheepish. You thought you’d distracted him, but it evidently hadn’t worked. “Ah… Well, I was supposed to get to the sickbay during the fight yesterday but I got thrown to the midship area… and Jongho-hyung rescued me.”

Yunho nods proudly, a wide grin curving on his lips as he takes a seat beside you. “Of course he did. He’s a great fighter and he has strong protective instincts. You’re probably safer with him than in the sickbay.”

You wince. “Yeah… But during the battle, I accidentally misfired the musket and killed a soldier fighting with Jongho-hyung-”

The lookout’s eyes go wide with surprise. “So you saved Jongho? That’s amazing!”

“No no no-” You try to protest, but then someone coughs politely behind the two of you.

Both you and Yunho sit up to look at your visitor, only to see the ship’s resident healer standing there.

“Master!” You greet him cheerfully and he nods, studying you carefully for a second.

“Don’t you have work to get to, Yunho-ah?” San says over his shoulder as he checks your complexion and your pulse point for any erratic beating. The lookout pouts adorably, but can’t keep the grin off his face for long.

“Killjoy.” He laughs, before turning back to the foremast. “Catch you later, stowaway.”

San snorts as he watches Yunho go, scaling the rigging easily like a spider does its web. “And not a kind word to me.” Then he turns to you, expression blank as usual but you can read the care in his eyes. “You seem better now, apprentice. I want you to come with me to check an injury for a moment.”

“Ok.” You agree immediately, trailing after him to the sickbay. After the fight yesterday, you’ve realised that you need to acquire as many useful skills as you possibly can so you won’t be a burden to your ship mates during battles. And honestly, healing seems to be the most useful thing you could do for now.

San’s nimble fingers open the latch with ease and the two of you descend to the sickbay. Then you see who it is sitting at the table and you want to run for your life.

It’s Jongho.

You do a complete turn and make to escape before the young battlemaster can notice you, but San grabs you by the arm and hauls you into the room after him. Your master sits himself at the table, and you hover awkwardly next to him, unsure where to look at. Jongho’s eyes immediately pin you to the ground where you stand.

“I want him to learn how to treat a gunshot wound, that’s why he’s here with me.” San explains to Jongho as he pulls out several clean rags, a pair of bronze tweezers and a roll of bandage. The young battlemaster sighs, clearly unwilling, but he nods anyway.

“Whatever you say, hyung.”

San sets to pulling out a spool of thread and a thin needle, from his satchel. “Apprentice, fetch me the lamp and get me the bottle of rum from the shelf.”

You give your master a concerned look as you move towards the shelf hesitantly. “Master, this really isn’t the time to be drinking-”

“I’m using it to clean the wound, idiot. I’m out of marigold. And I abhor the taste of alcohol.” San tuts as he unwraps a sloppily done bandage around Jongho’s upper arm. The wound is a laceration from your stray musket bullet, and from what you can see, it’s still bleeding even though it’s been a few hours since the injury. “Jongho-ah, you know you shouldn’t be helping with the clearing up if you’re injured.”

“They needed someone to move the wreckage from the mizzenmast.” The maknae grunts in way of explanation. You swallow the guilt building up in your throat and move to get the lantern hanging from the low ceiling.

“How did you get this, though?” San continues, tossing the bloodied bandage to the ground. “You usually escape most fights unscathed, or most of your wounds are from close range combat. It’s rare to see you with a musket wound.”

You freeze. You can literally feel Jongho eyeballing the back of your head. But when he finally answers, he simply mutters, “Got sloppy for a moment.”

San coughs. Your master obviously doesn’t believe him but refrains from pressing him, taking the bottle of rum from you and wiping his arms down with them.

“So, apprentice, I’m cleaning my hands with alcohol. It helps to get rid of harmful organisms living on the surface of our bodies.” San works quickly, eyebrows furrowing into concentration as he slides into his ‘healing zone’, where nothing matters to him except the patient, him and occasionally maybe you. “Before you start treating a wound, make sure you clean everything you’re using thoroughly or the wound might get infected.”

“Yes, Master.” You move closer to watch him at his craft. San’s motions are practiced and methodical, as if he’s done it for years, over and over again. When he’s satisfied that everything is spotless, he moves to Jongho’s arm.

“Cloth.” He speaks, and you pass him the clean rags on the table. San soaks them in rum with a pair of tweezers while you cough at the powerful smell of alcohol. You still don’t understand how the rest of your shipmates can just down bottles of it without dying from alcohol poisoning.

Your master ignores you and leans forward, gently dabbing at Jongho’s wound. Apart from a flinch and a muttered curse, the younger battlemaster doesn’t seem to be in much discomfort, even as blood continues to stain the rags red.

“Help me hold down a cloth on his arm.” San instructs firmly as he disposes the last of the dirty rags in a basket. You stare at your master in horror.

“What?”

“You’re not deaf, apprentice. Put pressure on the wound and help me slow the bleeding while I heat the needle.” The healer shoves a cloth into your hands and moves to the lamp, leaving you in awkward silence with Jongho.

You gulp and move towards the maknae, trying not to touch him, but it’s impossible. Laying the cloth over his wound, you press down on it lightly, not wanting to hurt him and trying desperately to ignore his face right next to yours.

“That’s not going to do anything.” Jongho snorts in your ear and you squeak, almost dropping the rag. His large hand covers yours and presses down on it firmly, the warmth of his skin seeping into yours.

You freeze completely, but the frantic pounds of your heart are otherwise.

“Move to the side, apprentice. I want you to watch this carefully.” San returns with a sterilized and threaded needle, seating himself before Jongho and thankfully sparing you the close contact with the battlemaster. “I’m going to start suturing the wound.”

You breathe in and out quickly, trying to calm your racing heart as you move to make space for your master. Your hand slips from the maknae’s grasp. The slim man crouches in front of Jongho, eyes narrowed in intense focus. With quick, deft movements, he holds the needle with the tweezers and pulls the needle through Jongho’s skin, leaving a row of neat stitches in its wake.

“Doesn’t it hurt?” The words slip out of your mouth worriedly as you glance at Jongho. The battlemaster merely turns away.

San replies in his place as he continues stitching the wound. “I usually put a painkiller made of lavender on the area before I start, but Jongho’s a tough boy, so it’s no problem for him.”

“I am a man. I’m nineteen already.” Jongho grunts in exasperation, but the healer ignores him.

“You’re going to be nineteen.” San corrects him with a grin, finishing of the stitches and snipping the thread with a pair of scissors. The maknae gives him an irritated glare.

“I hate you, hyung.” He grumbles. But before San can reply with another wiseass comment, the sound of Mingi’s voice comes echoing into the sickbay.

“We’ve arrived at Tortuga!”

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