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angel-of-the-moons · 7 months

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Reversal

Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: NSFW, Smut, Sex, Sex toys, Top(?) Reader, Bottom(?) Miguel, Reader being Nasty, Size Kink, Height Difference, Overstimulation (almost), Edging(?), Canon event: Miguel likes it up the ass from time to time

MINORS DNI: I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: Blame thank @oharaludes for this (Also I lied I should be asleep but I stayed up to write this now instead of tomorrow because akhdlhslhflhohofnsondlndlnc I couldn't afford to lose the spark™)

(Any Spanish spoken is in italics and is largely translated by Google. Header does not indicate reader's race. I really need to get more creative at making these asdfghjkl)

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Miguel O'Hara was a man who had to be in control at all times. He had to oversee who went on what mission, who to let into the Society, who to hunt down, what universes to monitor, which anomalies threatened the safety of the multiverse...

He was not known for willingly relinquishing his control.

But, being in control all the time, bearing all that weight had limitations. Sometimes, it just became too much and you would need to let it go for a bit, get the weight off your back and relax.

But then... Miguel had you.

You were probably the only respite Miguel had in the multiverse. And you were right under his nose the entire time. He convinced himself to go back to his universe, to visit his brother. He missed him.

But... he went back...

Just to find you. You were spunky, playful, and annoyingly gorgeous. And you happened to be one of Gabriel's newest best friends.

Poor Gabriel had a heart attack when he swung by your apartment to drop off the computer he was fixing for you, just to walk in and see you and Miguel on the couch in a rather compromising position.

You told Miguel you swore that his brother's brain exploded when he almost fainted.

But hey! Your computer worked again!

Not too long after, you decided to make it official. Official as in "he told you everything" official.

Gabriel just made you two swear you'd lock your front door next time.

Right now however, the nostalgia of that day lost its novelty as exhaustion and frustration crept into his body as he dragged his feet into your apartment, unlocking the door with your security code and letting himself in.

There you were. Gorgeous as the day he first saw you

One of his shirts hung off your shoulder, and down past your thighs. He couldn't resist the smile that snaked its way onto his face when he smelled you.

"Ah, Miguel! How is your universe saving thingy going, amor?" You said, flinging your arms around him as he gripped you tight, burying his nose in your hair to inhale the soft scent of you.

Coffee, chocolate, and strawberries. That's what you always smelled like.

"Exhausting." He sighed loosing his grip on you just enough to look down at you. You were so goddamn short.

It was cute, honestly.

You frowned up at him, those gorgeous lips of yours quirking down. "Ven y siéntate?"

Miguel let you pull him by the hand to the couch, where you sat down first and patted your lap.

Miguel smiled again as he accepted your silent request, lying on your couch (though mostly curled up due to his sheer size alone) and laid his head in your lap.

Your fingers dove into the soft chocolate locks on his head, massaging his scalp with your nails and he made a soft groan of contentment at the sensation.

"Now, tell me about it?" You hummed.

"Later... right now I want to relax. Olvida todas esas cosas." He mumbled softly, closing his eyes, his thumb caressing your knee softly.

"Just want to relax." He repeated, turning his face into the plus of your thighs.

He could smell you. And he knew that you knew it.

And you were never one for subtlety.

But you were one for playing coy when it suited you.

"Aw... Miggy." You purr, combing through his hair softly. "You really do need to relax, honey."

"I can think of a way." He growled, turning his head again, so he can place a kiss to the top of your thigh, making you giggle.

"Nuh-uh. How about we switch things up today, hm?" You grin.

He looked up at you.

"¿Qué quieres decir?"

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He should have known.

Of course.

Of course you were waiting for the right moment to breach this subject.

And of course you knew he'd say yes, he almost always said yes to you.

It was... odd. Not unpleasant. But odd. Normally he tops in bed, pinning you down, biting marks into your skin, sucking hickeys here and there as he pounded you into the mattress until your eyes crossed and you were a babbling incoherent mess.

And of course, you also had everything planned out.

Because when you had a plan, you had all your bases covered.

Like right now.

Somehow, you talked him into letting you top him for the night. Taking control from him and just helping him enjoy it. And you assured him he would.

You anticipated the holes he'd tear into your bed with his talons, the curses he'd spit...

What you weren't expecting though, was the soft whimpers and deep groans coming from him. How absolutely pliant he became while you fucked him with the strap-on you had secured to your waist.

You would continue to apply more lube as you fucked him here and there, stopping to grip his hips for stability, the pillow under him helping keep him angled for you.

You half wanted to have him get on all fours so you could fuck him that way, but it would ruin the other part of your plan.

"So good for me." You purr, running your fingers up his abs, tracing the small scars he's picked up over the years.

You jerked your hips upwards, not hitting his prostate but enough to make his eyes roll and him snarl through hissed teeth.

When he cursed, he wanted it to come out harsher. He meant for it to sound more... authoritative.

But all that came out was a whiny, breathy gasp.

"¡Mierda!"

You giggled, and stilled your hips just a moment to grab the bottle of lube, squirting some onto your hand as you wrapped around his throbbing length.

Not that you ever needed to use lube when you jerked him off, the man leaked so much precum that he could just use it on its own.

But, you liked the lewd sounds it helped make when you drag your fist up and down his cock.

He was so big you could barely wrap your hand around him.

You dragged your hand up his shaft slowly, leisurely tracing each vein as you rolled your hips in a consistent pace, not quite giving him the relief he wanted, but edging him just enough that he slowly just became undone under you, like you had so many times under him.

"Awww, cariño..." You tut, jerking him slowly, twisting your hand as you went to the angry and weeping head of his cock, rubbing your thumb over the slit and applying a bit of pressure there.

"Tell me what you want, baby." You grin, giving another sharp thrust, sending a sharp bolt of pleasure up his spine that hit him so hard he audibly gasped and you could hear it as his talons shredded your bedsheets.

"¡Mierda!" He groaned, the noise deep and rumbling and oh so needy that the very sound sent a fresh wave of heat straight to your cunt.

"Use your words, honey." You hum, arching your hips again as his thighs flexed, the muscles taut as he let out a shaky exhale, one arm going to drape over his face.

You clicked your tongue and reached up, swatting his arm aside so you could see that gorgeous face of his.

"Let me see you, mi amor." You say to him, making one long stroke, followed by a few short, hard ones, making him cry out again.

"Again, use your words, baby. What d'you want?"

"Fucking--" He growled. "I want to cum! Mierda I want to--"

You frowned again and let his cock go, slowing your pace to an agonizing crawl.

"Miguel..." You scold.

"P-Por favor." He whined, tipping his head back so you could see his Adams apple bob as he swallowed.

"Thaaaaat's it. I have something for you..." You say, reaching for the small velvet bag that rolled to your knee thanks to the weight dipping the bed.

He looked up at you, his pupils blown wide and his irises glowing a gorgeous crimson as you pulled out a small vibrator.

You smirked with satisfaction when you saw his cock jump, a new bead of precum dripping down onto his abs, adding to the rivulets that flowed down his sides already.

You turned it on and it buzzed to life in your hand, surprisingly loud for such a tiny thing. But damn, did you get your money's worth. You turned it off again and pressed it at the base of his cock, where the shaft met his taut and heavy balls.

"All right, since you asked nicely, I'll allow it."

The moment you turned it back on he dropped his head back with a sound that you swore would shred any other man's vocal chords, especially when you started thrusting where you knew he so desperately wanted it.

You grinned and bit your lip, thrusting up and hard, guiding the toy up and down his bobbing length, not giving him any relief.

You could tell by how tense his abs were and how desperately his hands pawed at your bedsheets that he was close.

"Go on and cum for me, cariño." You purr seductively; you punctuated every word with a thrust.

"Just." Smack!

"Like." Smack!

"This." Smack!

You dragged the small vibrator up to the tip of his cock, and thrust hard one last time, as he practically bellowed out your name as he came, hot ropes shooting out of his dick and coating his abs, parts of his chest, and completely coating the head of the vibrator.

You giggle and switch it off, and pull the strap out of him slowly, amused at how badly he was twitching for you.

"My idea was a good one, huh?" You say smugly.

Without looking at you, he sticks up his index finger.

"This time." He said, his eyes still closed as he came down from his high, his belly painted white.

"Pff. Hey, hey Miguel. Miguel. Hey. Heyyy!" You giggle, looking down at him, tapping his thigh to get him to answer you.

When Miguel finally looked at you, he had a soft scowl on his face, which immediately melted away when he watched you wrap your lips around the head of that damned toy, and lick every bit of his cum off the tip, making direct eye contact the whole time, humming like you were simply sucking on a piece of candy.

"¡Mierda!"

You shrieked and giggled when he pinned you down, spreading your legs with his thighs as he bit down on your shoulder, growling.

"My turn now, chica."

#my writing #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderverse #miguel spiderman #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara smut #spiderverse smut

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gyu-effect · 4 months

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are your requests still open? if they are then can you write a, hoshi x f!/gn reader where hoshi falls for a quiet but well-known (not popular) STEM student of his school and tries to approach her but is always unable to until he gets so mad and desperate that he literally walks up to her in a hallway?

(did this request stem from reading your gut-wrenching angst about soonyoung the other day? yes.)

PAIRING || Soonyoung x Female Reader

GENRES || Angst, Fluff

WARNINGS || seungkwan uses shit once

WORD COUNT || 1.9k

A/N || congratulations anon, you've finally done something i've been to dying to attempt: write a god damned fic thats more than 1.5 but less than 10k TT thank you so much for requesting this! and asdfghjkl poor yn did deserve a proper ending in that fic. requests are open !!!

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[02:10]

he watched you through the corner of his eyes, his lips quirking up involuntarily into a small smile when he saw you giggling at the book you were reading.

“did you even hear what i was saying?”

soonyoung flinched at the sudden voice intruding his blissful thoughts of you, glaring slightly at the two boys standing opposite to him, one looking mildly amused while the other looked thoroughly annoyed.

“what?” he asked seungkwan, causing the latter to roll his eyes.

“seriously, if you like her so much, why don’t you just tell her that?” seokmin asked to which soonyoung shook his head. “i would tell her but there’s no way she would like me back. i mean, she’s such a perfect student! all straight a’s and perfect attendance and behaviour and what not. and i’m…the complete opposite.”

“excuse me?” seungkwan said. “how are you the complete opposite? okay, maybe you don’t get straight a’s but its not like you bunk class, talk back to professors or act like a complete delinquent or something. and who knows, she might like you back.”

soonyoung looked at him dryly. “might?”

“well, i’m pretty sure she would have noticed your fifteen failed attempts to talk to her-”

“oh god, please don’t bring that up.” he groaned, burying his face in his hands.

talking to you shouldn’t have been that hard. it wasn’t like you were a very popular student and had a huge crowd around you (well, you were still very well known and always had people asking for your help in something or the other but that shouldn’t have stopped him from trying to flirt with you) but the number of times he had tried to approach and had failed was really, really embarrassing. how ill fated was he that right at that moment something would pop up and you would leave or someone else would call you away?

and just how big his crush was on you that he was this desperate even after so many attempts? soonyoung had always considered himself as a fickle person, if he couldn’t get to know the person he liked within a few attempts, he would just forget about it and move on in life.

but you, you had caused him to be stuck in the exact same place for months like glue. what had started as an ordinary admiration had quickly turned into infatuation and before he knew it, he was heads over heels with you.

soonyoung loved everything about you. he adored your mannerism, your dedication and hard work and especially how you always managed to take control of any situation thrown at you. and also, he loved, loved your cute smile and the sound of your laughter.

“hey, y/n’s free now.” seokmin commented. “why don’t you go and talk to her now?”

soonyoung looked up and turned to you, his heart skipping a beat when you too happened to look in his direction right at that time. you smiled at him softly and waved, and all he could was chuckle back nervously trying not to look like he was going to melt then and there.

“you’re right!” he said, looking back at his friends in happiness. but all of a sudden that happiness was filled with nervousness, when he realised he was finally getting to talk to you. “wha-what do i say to her though?”

“just say you want to talk to her, you dumbass.” seungkwan said, slightly slapping his arm. “say you want to talk to her, take her to the ground, and then say you really, really like her.”

“and if she says no?”

“then say you respect her choices and will always be waiting for her. and that you’ll try your level best to also show her why she should come to you.” seokmin said.

“what the hell? are they getting married or something? why are you so romantic for no reason?” seungkwan asked, looking at seokmin dryly.

“and why are you so anti-romantic?” seokmin countered back, but soonyoung had already drowned out his friends’ banter, turning back to look at you.

you had gone back to reading your book and he braced himself for the worst.

it's now or never, soonyoung.

taking in a deep breath, he got up and began walking towards your desk. but just as he was about to tell you ‘hi’, you got up and swung your bag across your shoulder, picking up your books. soonyoung froze and unfortunately the two of your eyes met again, your eyes widening when you realised that he was about to talk to you.

“oh hey. uh, sorry i need to run to the staff room. mr. park said he needs me.” you said, flashing him a quick smile before running out of the classroom.

all soonyoung could do was stare at your disappearing figure, mouth hanging open in disbelief.

wow. just wow.

he turned back to look at his two friends, who too flinched and looked equal crestfallen.

“it’s okay.” seungkwan muttered, patting his back as he made his way back to his seat. “maybe, uh, maybe next time-”

“yeah, sure.” he snapped, flopping down on his seat gloomily.

next time.

the next time soonyoung got a chance to talk to you was when his professor decided to hold a joint class in the lecture hall. as he and his friends entered the lecture hall, his eyes fell on you (you just happened to catch his eyes always even if it was in a crowded place; soonyoung swore that it was because of goddamn beautiful face) sitting in the second row all alone.

and even before he could turn back and signal his friends that he was going to sit there, he found himself darting to the second row, ready to grab the seat next to you.

but his legs came to a screeching halt when your friend sat herself down on that very seat, foiling soonyoung’s plan in every single way.

what do i do? should i sit behind her? or should i-

“what are you doing soonyoung? come and sit in the front row. you too, seokmin and seungkwan. didn’t you three tell me you’re finding microelectronic circuits hard?” the professor barked from the stage. soonyoung felt his cheeks flame up, clutching his book hard as he prayed you wouldn’t think he was stupid (well, he was but that was a different matter).

begrudgingly, he made his way to the front and sat down, seokmin and seungkwan on either side of him.

“shit that was a great attempt.” seungkwan muttered, opening his books.

“thanks.” he replied dryly.

“talk to her after class.” seokmin whispered back. “i saw her look at you in-”

“pity?”

“i was going to say she looked at you with regret, but okay.”

“that is pity.”

“no, that is the regret of not getting to sit next to you.”

“thanks, seok.” he muttered, rolling his eyes. he loved the amount seokmin hyped him always but sometimes it got out of hand like now. he could finally understand why seungkwan got tired of him.

it was like the entire universe was against him because time seemed to take forever to pass. seconds felt like they had been stretched to hours and soonyoung could feel himself getting more and more impatient with each passing second.

finally, after what felt like a million years, the professor concluded the session. trying not to look like he was in an immense hurry, soonyoung got up and stretched a little, packing his belongings in a hurry, pausing in between each time when he remembered that he had to slow down a little.

“dude, what are you doing?” seungkwan hissed all of a sudden, smacking him lightly. soonyoung looked at him in confusion before looking up to your now empty seat. wait what- “she already left!”

true to his friend’s words, you were already walking out of the door, arm in arm with your friend. panic seized him as he hurriedly stuffed the rest of his things into his bags, before following you out into the hallway.

the hallways seemed even more crowded than usual and soonyoung had to literally push his way to finally get to you.

he found you standing a few feet away from him but even then, you were talking to someone, that someone in this case being the campus heartthrob choi seungcheol and he felt a prickle of annoyance creep in.

you were laughing at a joke he had probably just made before handing him over a notebook, being the helpful angelic person you were.

now soonyoung was really annoyed.

hell, he had worked so hard on his grades hoping he wouldn’t make a fool of himself in front of you and that maybe one day you would notice him, and here was seungcheol, just flashing his killer dimpled smile and easily asking you for notes.

maybe it was his jealousy, or maybe it was the fact that he was tired of being unable to talk to you, but he found himself marching up to you, clearing his throat when he came and stood beside the two of you.

you looked at him in mild confusion before smiling softly at him. “hi, soonyoung! could you just give me a minute-”

“no!” it came out louder than he had expected it to be and he immediately regretted his actions when he saw you flinch lightly.

“hey dude, how about you calm down-” seungcheol began pushing him back slightly but that seemed to set his gears in motion.

“i like you!”

soonyoung felt the entire hallway freeze as your eyes widened (probably in horror) and he felt his entire face heat up in embarrassment. oh god, oh god, what had he just done?

“ignore- ignore me.” he muttered, squeezing his eyes shut as he balled his fists, turning around swiftly to walk away.

great. now he had ruined every single chance he had with you.

soonyoung began walking away quickly, wanting nothing more but to melt into his friends’ arms but then he felt someone catch him by his wrist.

“wait, soonyoung-” he turned back to see who it was, and to his surprise he found that you were the one who was holding his wrist. but you quickly dropped his hand when the two of your eyes met, looking down at the floor. “i, uh, i didn’t get to answer you.”

“huh?” was he hearing things correctly?

“your- your confession.” you muttered, before looking up to meet his eyes. he felt his heartbeat quicken at the new determined look on your face. “you said you liked me.”

hearing the words come out of your lips caused his stomach flip, and he averted his eyes away as he slowly nodded. “yeah,” he muttered. “yeah, i like you a lot. but i’ll understand if you don’t want to talk to me anymore-”

“i like you too.” you whispered, and he looked back at you in surprise. you gave him a shy smile (that nearly turned his knees to jelly), before repeating your statement. “i like you too soonyoung. a lot.”

“oh.” was all he could say, before snapping back to his senses. “oh. i, uh, i- oh. i-i- like you too. oh god, i’m so sorry. i’m- i’m just so-”

to his delight, you just laughed lightly, before smiling at him fondly. soonyoung too smiled back, feeling like the happiest person in this world.

“that was terrible, wasn’t it?” he asked, taking a step closer to you. oh my god. i’ve done it. i’ve confessed to her and she likes me back too!

you nodded, glaring at him mockingly. god, you were so adorable. “it was terrible. you’ve got to make up for it.”

this time, he laughed. “how does a canteen date sound like?”

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circeyoru · 1 month

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This is my first time requesting by the way, hopefully it isn't too much >m>

I really really love your Alastor x readers by the way! Not just Unwanted Soul. They give me so much life asdfghjkl

I've been craving for some hurt/comfort. So what if soul owner reader was having a bad episode of self-hating intrusive thoughts that drove them towards self harm?

Maybe this was before Alastor gave them his soul, so reader still thinks that he'll leave them sooner or later.

Maybe Alastor was out during the time that reader may have needed his presence the most? Thoughts of self-hatred became too much, too hurtful... too real. 'They were too weak. Too pathetic. A waste of space. This is why people avoided them. Ridiculed them. Rightfully so. How could anyone waste their precious time on someone as unlovable as them?'

How would Alastor react coming home to the aftermath of reader's self harm?

Also, since he's obsessed with the reader, I can honestly see him patiently being by their side in every step of the way as they recover from their episode, no matter if they'd relapse. Alastor would prove those intrusive thoughts wrong just by being there and being ecstatic to be in reader's presence even if they could offer him nothing at that time.

Hello~ Thank you for supporting my writings! Your first-time request got me thinking and I added it to the main story instead of as trivia~

Unwanted Soul _ Part 6 = Requested

[Yandere!Alastor x Owner of his Soul!Reader]

But let's also add a bit of extra to this, yeah?

At this point, you'd have read the newest part, if not, why you still here? Kidding, you'll just be spoiling yourself. Not my problem, it's your reading experience.

So! Raeder/you are a pessimistic person, no doubt you guys got this after I revealed how you died.

Now to spoil a bit (if it's not obvious to you), you were in that state because you thought Alastor really left you without saying anything. During your days alive, you also have that urge to self-harm, but it was never fatal, nor will you draw blood because it was a pain to deal with afterwards. Now that you are a demon and there is the basic regenerative ability, you do harm with the intent to draw blood.

The self-harm part is answered in the actual story, but the add-on is your depressive mood.

It's obvious to Alastor because when you are in that state, you don't do anything but lie in bed, maybe listen to some music. Alastor learn best that you'd prefer not to talk or move much, and you'll stay in bed hugging something.

So what Alastor does is that he stays by your side no matter what until you request something that makes him leave, even then he wouldn't leave for longer than half an hour. Because he usually takes his time with making your meals, it takes way too long. He'll eat cup noodles with you. You have to help him though, since you're the expert and it's a way for him to cheer you up. He's fine with just lying next to you and doing basically nothing. As long as you're there with him.

Something you don't mind and want Alastor to do to talk without wanting your input. He'll do it too, it boosts hid ego and pride to know what he's best at can comfort you as well. He's a Radio Host and for you, you'll enjoy a private broadcast from him.

"Welcome, My Dearest! To my broadcast! Let's talk about an insufferable fellow called Vox."

"Hehe..."

Your little laugh is what he needs to get by, you little smile is what he wants to see on your face.

#Circe's Nighty Writings #alastor imagine #alastor x reader #alastor x y/n #alastor x you #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor headcanons #hazbin hotel fanfiction #alastor #hazbin hotel oneshots #yandere alastor #yandere alastor x reader #yandere hazbin hotel #alastor fanfiction #hazbin hotel imagines #Unwanted Soul

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beomboomboom · 3 months

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if your requests are still open for svt fics, could you do one where dino and the reader do a danceology together kind of like a meet cute?

asdfghjkl that's such a cute scenario, and of course I'd love to do a fic on it 😍!! I hope you enjoy <33

Right place, right time

genre: fluff, meet-cute (sort of??)

pairing: idol!Dino x idol!reader

summary: What are the chances that you would be able to dance with the one person you've who you've always wished to dance with?

The answer? Next to zero.

So, you would've never guessed the way your wish to dance with Dino would come true by you happening to be in the right place at exactly the right time. Fate truly outdid itself this time.

warnings: a little bit of swearing

note: I don't know much about dancing, so I apologize for any errors relating to the topic of dancing in this fic 😭😭. Enjoy <33

The events that led up to this situation are a blur to you.

One second you're peacefully drinking a latte and letting your manager brief you about your schedule for the day. The next second, you're being whisked away and practically tossed into Seventeen's dance practice room to participate in Dino's danceology video.

Apparently Dino had been planning to do a danceology video with a different idol, but then that idol suddenly declined today, the day they were going to shoot the video, due to a scheduling error.

This left Dino's managers scrambling, for someone—anyone, who could participate in Dino's video. Which was why when they stumbled across your figure sitting near a window, they practically got on their knees and begged you to help them out and do a video with Dino.

Which you agreed to do, because how could you ever refuse that offer?

Truthfully, you had always been a fan of Dino's danceology videos. Heck, you were even subscribed to Seventeen's channel on youtube just so that you could watch Dino's danceology videos. As a fellow idol who loved to dance, you couldn't help but appreciate and admire Dino's dance skills from afar. The way he was strong and sharp with all his movements, but at the same time graceful and smooth never failed to leave you in awe.

Which leads you back to the situation you are in now. No longer are you just watching Dino behind a screen, now you're watching Dino, no screen between you and him, as he starts to stretch only a few feet away from you.

"Hey, wanna join me in my stretches?" Dino asks casually from his position on the floor once he notices your presence.

Relived to finally have something to do instead of awkwardly standing near the door, you quickly make your way towards Dino and copy the stretches he's doing.

"Sorry my managers had to drag you here to do this danceology video," Dino says sympathetically once you get settled onto the floor next to him. "Everything's kind of a mess right now, so thank you so much for taking the place of the previous idol and dancing with me."

"Oh no, it's no problem. Besides, I voluntarily agreed to dance with you! To be honest, I've always liked your danceology videos, so it's really nice that I can finally participate in one," you say truthfully, as you watch a relived smile appear on Dino's face.

When you and Dino move onto the next stretch, Dino seems to remember something as he suddenly sits up, his eyes widening. "Oh, I never got to introduce myself property! I'm Lee Chan, but you can just call me Dino. I'm looking forward to dancing with you today," Dino says with a sincere smile as he holds out his hand.

You quickly reciprocate Dino's smile and take his hand to give it a shake. "I'm Y/n, and I look forward to dancing with you too."

As you're shaking Dino's hand, everything feels so surreal.

You're really going to be dancing with Dino.

This isn't just a dream.

Watching Dino's danceology videos online didn't do his dance skills justice. Although, yes, Dino's danceology videos online showcased his already impressive dancing. Watching Dino make a choreography, learn the choreography, and teach you the choreography in real life was on a whole new level.

You couldn't help but notice how Dino made sure every minuscule detail was absolutely perfect. From the way he would move a certain part of his arms, to the way he made sure you and him were perfectly in sync.

"Your arms have to move like this, not like this," Dino instructed as he first showed you the way you were doing it, before showing you the right way, his arms moving up more slowly and gracefully to demonstrate. A tiny detail, that could make a big difference in the overall performance of the dance.

Still, even with his instructions, Dino could tell you didn't quite understand what he was trying to say. "How about I show you? Uh..do you mind if I touch you?"

Seeing your nod of confirmation, Dino walks behind you so that his chest presses against your back.

What. The. Fuck.

Blushing at the sudden physical contact, you try to control your breathing and focus on what Dino is saying.

Grabbing hold of your wrists, Dino demonstrates, again, how the dance is supposed to look. "Make your wrists a bit looser so that the movement looks more smooth and graceful," Dino instructs as he leads you through the movement. "Do you understand?"

You did not understand.

But that was your own fault.

While Dino was trying to teach you how to do the movement right, you weren't focusing on Dino's instructions. But rather, Dino himself. His muscular chest that was pressing against your back, his fluffy brown hair that fell beautifully across his forehead, and his gentle but leading touch made your brain completely shut off.

Noticing the sudden silence and Dino's eyes on you, you quickly snap back to reality. "U-uh.. sorry I wasn't paying attention," you mutter, embarrassed as a tint of pink litters your cheeks.

Dino simply laughs in response. "I figured, you looked like you were spacing out. Should we go through the movement one more time then?"

Seeing your nod of agreement, Dino leads you, again, through the movements. This time, you pay attention and quickly fix the mistakes Dino was pointing out.

Before you know it, you and Dino finished the rest of the choreography and filmed it without a hitch.

As you begin to pack up to leave and go to thank all the staff, you hear a voice from behind you. "Today was really fun for me. It might be too soon to say, but I really like you and would love if we could meet again for another dance video...or a date if you wanted."

Turning around, you're met with the sight of a blushing Dino. Laughing in disbelief, you reply happily, "a date sounds nice, here's my phone number."

"Well, I have to go. See you soon," you say with a gleeful smile on your face before adding on to say "Oh, one last thing before I forget."

Taking a step closer to Dino, you quickly lean closer to his face to give him a small peck on the cheek before running out the door waving goodbye.

As you turn around to get one last good look at Dino before you go down the hallway, you giggle at the way his cheeks are now a bright shade of pink as he softly holds the cheek you just kissed.

Walking down the hallway, in both disbelief and utter giddiness, you can't help but think of the fact that if you weren't in the right place at the right time today, you might've never met Dino.

You wouldn't have been able to dance with Dino, you wouldn't have been able to kiss Dino's cheek, and you wouldn't be walking down the hallway now with your phone containing Dino's phone number, the promise of a date in the future making you blush.

#seventeen fanfic #seventeen fluff #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen x reader #dino fanfic #dino x reader #dino x you #dino x y/n #lee chan x reader #lee chan imagines #lee chan x you #lee chan fluff

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okokokok, i LOVE how you wrote the overwatch boys, and I have a kind of long-winded request for Cassidy, Hanzo, Genji, and (if you write for him) Ramattra:

their s/o was previously a test subject for Talon experiments, something they have nightmares about. how would the boys react to their partner having one of said nightmares and trying to attack the person trying to wake them up.

ik this is kinda specific, but thank you if you write it! ♡♡♡♡

A/n: oooo this is a good request, let's hope my angsty writing chops are up to par bcuz i really hope this lives up to what you want (hcs under the cut!)

Warnings: general angst, accidental physical violence, mentions & implications of past torture (also op doesn't really know how to write nightmares/night terrors asdfghjkl) Word Count:1586

Headcanons: Cassidy, Genji, Hanzo and Ramattra with a Former Talon Test Subject S/O (Separate)

Cassidy:

When Cassidy awakes in the middle of the night to the sound of you fiercely muttering at no one, its safe to say he's concerned.

He listens for a moment as you make alarmed noises, trying to discern what exactly is going on.

After turning over to flip on the light, he glances over at your sleeping form thrashing around with your brow furrowed in terror.

"N-no... get a...away f-from me..." Cassidy hears you say clearly, getting more worried by the second.

As he begins to reach over to try and rouse you from your slumber, the volume of your voice grows from a to an earsplitting shriek.

As you keep screaming, you start becoming combative, slapping and punching at Cass while somehow still asleep.

"Whoa, hey, hey, hey! Jus' h-hold on a darn second here!" He says as he tries to block your attacks by grabbing your hands.

"No! NO! Let me out!" You wail as tears start streaming down your cheeks.

"Darlin', it's a dream, you gotta wake up! I'm here, just open your eyes!"

Debating between forcing you to wake up and just continuing to reassure you and talk you down from the fear, he decides that the latter is probably going to be the safest for both of you.

After a several minutes long struggle, you slowly stop trying to fight Cole as your once frantic breathing begins to return to its normal pace.

Your tired eyes begin to blink open as the last bit of panic leaves your body in a few small gasps. When you fully regain consciousness, Cassidy sighs in relief as realization begins to sink into your thoughts.

"Are you okay, what the hell happened there?!" Questions Cole as he smooths his hands over your hair.

Choking out a small sob, you gently grasp his bicep to try and ground yourself as more tears begin to fall from your eyes.

"Cass, I-I'm sorry... I- I was back in Talon and the pain j-just wouldn't stop!"

His heart drops at the mention of the evil organization, knowing what kind of awful treatment you went through while kept there.

"I tr-tried to get away but I just.... couldn't! It was awful!" You whisper as you cross your arms over your chest.

"Darlin' I'm so sorry... I am so sorry..." Cole responds faintly before carefully pulling you into a hug.

The room grows still again for a moment, with only the sound of your hushed weeps filling the air.

"I don't wanna go back, please don't let them take me!" You cry into Cole's shoulder as he holds you close.

"No, no, you won't. I swear that as long I'm breathin', I will always make sure you never have to go through that ever again."

Genji:

Genji is all too familiar with nightmares. During the first couple years after his confrontation with Hanzo, he would very frequently have them. He's been through that whole song and dance a million times before.

Which is the reason he immediately knows what's happening when he wakes to the sound of your screams next to him.

He rushes to throw your shared quilt off and make sure you're okay, getting punched once or twice in the process.

After the nightmares pass and you calm down enough to speak, Genji is right there to comfort you.

"It's alright, my love, it is over now... Are you okay?" He questions as he holds one of your palms in his.

You shake your head no as you take several sharp breaths in and out.

"I was there again... in that-that godforsaken lab with fucking Moira prodding at me like cattle! It felt li-like it would never end! I can't go through that again!"

"And you don't have to. I don't know all of what happened to you, but I promise you will never have to face it on your own. I'm here to help you however I'm able to."

As the fearful adrenaline steadily leaves your veins, Genji brings your hand up to his chest so you could feel his heart beating just beneath his cybernetics.

"I love you and will sit here with you as long as you need me too."

With a sad, shaky laugh, you nod and you take your hand back in order to wrap yourself around him.

He does the same in turn as you embrace him ever so slightly tighter before he ushers for you to lay back down together so you can get some much needed sleep.

Pulling the blanket back over your bodies, he scooches in a little closer and begins to hum softly in the hopes of lulling you into a nightmare-less slumber.

Watching as your eyes begin to flutter closed again, he hears you mumble something just before you doze off.

"Thank you, Genji... I love you too."

Hanzo:

Hanzo already has trouble sleeping himself, so when your nightmares come around, he's already wide awake.

As you toss and turn underneath your blanket, he tries to calm you down by running his hand over you head, not caring if he gets hurt by your unintentionaly violent movements.

Once the night-terror ends, you start holding your face in your hands and rock back and forth as Hanzo rubs assuaging circles on your back.

"My dear, what can I do? How do I make the fear stop for now?" The archer inquires as you continue to shake in place.

"I don't know, Han... every time I close my eyes, all I can see is the lights and the wires and the needles... It won't go away no matter how hard I try. I just want them to be gone." You state, anxiously starting to press at your temples.

With a noiseless sigh escaping from his lips, Hanzo moves closer to place an arm across your shoulder and rest his forehead against your head.

"I am sorry for not being there with you. If I were able to change history, I would have gone to great lengths to rescue you."

As you begin to cry at his admission, he places a delicate kiss atop your head.

"I would never ask you to do something that dangerous for me. I couldn't bear it if something happened to you..." You sob out as you bury yourself into Hanzo's side.

Hanzo is quick to wrap his other arm around you, offering a comforting squeeze before ushering you into his lap.

"You wouldn't ever have to ask for my help. I would trade my life for yours if it meant that no more harm would come to you."

Ramattra:

It's uncommon for Omnics to dream- let alone have nightmares- so the first one you have around Ramattra? It comes as a bit of a shock to him.

When he hears you yell, he all but rockets out of his reboot cycle to scan the room for any hidden threats to your safety.

After seeing nobody there but the two of you, he glances down to see you- fast asleep but clawing at the air like a trapped animal scratching at a predator.

He then decides to do a scan of your vitals, just to make sure you aren't in any immediate medical distress. The scan reveals to him that your heartrate and breathing are through the roof.

Just as he's about to cross the room to try and wake you up, you shoot up from your fitful rest with a loud inhale as you slam your hands down onto the mattress below.

Swiftly joining your side on the bed, he cautiously turns your visage towards him as he goes to brush a few stray strands of hair out of your face.

While your eyes try to adjust to the low light of your room, you call out Ramattra's name, receiving a modulated but relaxing shush from his vocalizer.

"Calm yourself, pet, I'm right here. Now, tell me what has happened."

As you take a moment or two to collect yourself and come down from your frenzy, you gaze up to meet the faint glow of his faceplate emitting from his eyes.

"It's Talon; they... tormented me... a long time ago. Had me chained down as a doctor injected chemicals into me before he began flushing them out and started the whole process over again..."

Watching as you barely manage to hold back tears, His joints all seem to freeze in place as fury begins to creep in and take over all his systems.

"They need to suffer for their misdeeds. Who are they?..." He presses, his voice now hauntingly deeper than before .

"I don't know their names, and even if I did, I would do everything in my power to forget them."

An uneasy silence fills the space between you two, staying there for a minute before the large Omnic grunts and lifts you into his arms.

"I am sorry for what you had to go through. Just know that if any pain ever comes your way again, the offenders shall be personally dealt with." Ramattra claims as he rests his faceplate against your jaw.

Relishing in the cool feeling of his metal features against your warm skin, you nod appreciatively before he begins to lightly sway you to and fro.

Watching as you drift back to sleep, Ramattra makes a mental note to hunt down the Talon members who hurt you the next time he meets his allies. He wouldn't and will not stand for the mistreatment of the only human he has ever cared about.

#headcanon #overwatch #overwatch 2 #overwatch imagines #cole cassidy x reader #genji shimada x reader #hanzo shimada x reader #ramattra x reader

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mishellii · 22 days

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kiba, shikamaru, neji, naruto & sasuke

requested by: the lovely @valleyxdoodles ! <3

a/n: this took me a while cuz i dont have a social life and coming up with all these different scenarios was hard asdfghjkl i really hope this doesn't suck ! as always: ignore typos pls i cant spell apparently

likes & reblogs appreciated <3

warning: slight suggestiveness (??), crack mostly, my utmost adoration for neji's hair (the usual)

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☽ KIBA INUZUKA ☾

☽ SHIKAMARU NARA ☾

☽ NEJI HYUGA ☾

☽ NARUTO UZUMAKI ☾

☽ SASUKE UCHIHA ☾

thank you for reading aaand see ya next time xx

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circuscountdowns · 1 month

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Hello! I’ve sent messages before (such as asking about the bishops’ fate much later in the timeline) but this is my first time asking something off of anonymous!

During the 1000 years or so they lived as mortals, did your lamb and the bishops eventually consider each other friends?* Playing Knucklebones together makes me guess “yes”, but well

Your comment about the lamb slowly waiting for them to request natural deaths made me curious

*In what I assume is a complicated sort of way for obvious reasons

oh yes I loved that ask! I thought about it the whole time i was working on that comic! (And to answer that second half oops) Aym and Baal got whatever Forneus got going on that keeps her alive, and traveled overseas after their explorations of the land of Old Faith. After that contact was lost, and Lamb and Narinder were never really sure what happened to them. They Empty Nest Narinder’s ass in a whole new way asdfghjkl he’d never have to grieve their death really just their departure (if they ever do die idk I’ll leave that open. Makes me sad to think of kitties dying :( skdjsksj)

Friends is a fun word. I think the idea of friends implies choice, and for the Lamb there really was no choice. Complete in-laws situations. The bishops are more than just ex-gods they wish to punish, they’re their catboy’s siblings. And though for a while Narinder tried to cold-shoulder the Bishops, that’s still he family and the cult is only so big. At one point you cross paths on the way to the outhouse yknow. Does the Lamb feel a kinship with these last few people to experience Godhood? Yes. Do they see themself a lot in Shamura and hate them with every fiber of their being? Yes. Are they going to make sure their injury is treated seriously and they get whatever they need? Yes. Are they a little sad when the day comes they ask for death? Sad for Narinder’s sake.

At the very least they were all comfortable together and it brought entertainment. With how long the bishops have been alive, they bring a lot of funny stories to the table.

Heket to the day she dies remains Lamb Hater #1. They may have introduced her to her wife (who IS actually friends with the Lamb. Go figure), but she can hold a grudge like no ones business. It is on sight insult the moment Lamb’s in the room. But also if the knucklebones tournament taking too long, she’s taking the lamb’s bed for herself everyone else get da floor.

leshy has chronic youngest brother disease and it works on the lamb begrudgingly. As long as he stays funny, he can probably get away with a lot. Kallamar is just content to be alive and will push at Lamb’s patience as far as it can go. Shamura sometimes forgets why they should hate the lamb and sees only the thing that makes Narinder happy.

leshy dies once on a mission and it is to the lamb’s delight when the bishops look at them with clenched fists and a blasphemous (to the Old Faith’s beliefs) demand on the tip of their tongues.

this is longer than it needed to be I just love complicated dynamics. I can talk about it for hours. Thanks for the asks!!! <3

#Sorry I forced you off anon!#I’m white knuckling my desk while thinking about all of them I’m normal. It’s so complicated I’m normal.

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stranger-nightmare · 2 years

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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐎𝐧𝐞 | 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐮𝐬

requested by @simpforbuckyb

A/N: asdfghjkl one of my favourite tropes with one of my favourite boys, what an excellent way to kick off kinktober! thank you so much for the request my lovely, I really hope you like it <33

You feel the tremble radiate through Mopheus' body as you slowly sink yourself down onto his cock. He throws his head back onto the mattress, his eyes squeezing shut. His whole body tenses, the muscles of his stomach flexing as he fights to control himself. His fingers dig painfully into your hips as he struggles to contain himself, almost overwhelmed by how good it felt to have your warm, wet pussy wrapped around him.

It was a feeling so new to him and yet somehow so familiar, as if this is where he belonged. As if he was always meant to be buried inside you like this. As if he was made for it.

Or perhaps you were made for him, considering just how perfectly your tight cunt fit around him.

“You alright, my love?” You ask gently, careful to keep your hips still for the moment.

Morpheus takes a deep shuddering breath to steady himself before answering. His eyes open half way to greet your gaze with a sultry, already fucked-out look upon his face.

“You just feel so incredible,” he whispers raggedly.

You smile at him softly as you slowly begin to start rolling your hips, rocking back and forth on his cock. He groans, deep his chest and yet high in pitch. His hands move with your hips as he lets you set the pace; slow and steady, careful to overwhelm him too quickly.

You take your time with him, not rushing to build up speed or momentum, just letting the both of you revel in the feeling of finally being connected in this way. Morpheus pants and writhes beneath you, his back arching slightly, bucking his hips up to meet yours as you grind down on him. As you steadily increase your speed his moans increase in frequency, rise slightly in pitch, his fingers gripping you tighter and tighter as he builds towards his climax.

You can tell he’s close, just seconds from releasing inside you when he suddenly sits up, stilling your movements. His one hand snakes up your back, his palm flat between your shoulder blades, pushing you into him. His other hand moves to cup your nape, tilting your head back slightly. He swiftly buries his face into your neck, his lips burning feverishly against your skin. You run a hand up his back, sliding up his neck to land in his hair, cupping the back of his head gently.

“Morpheus, what is it?” You ask gently, even as a soft moan escapes you when his lips pepper searing kisses across your throat.

“I want to make you feel good too,” he breathes hotly against your neck. “Tell me... what... makes... you... feel good,” he demands between kisses.

You loose a soft moan at the whine in his voice, the sheer desperation he had to make you feel as good as possible even during his first time; it made your heart swell and your pussy clench. Even so, you shake your head lightly and stroke his face with your hand.

“I’ll show you exactly how to pleasure me afterwards,” you promise him gently. “But right now, my love, this is just about you...”

Main Masterlist // Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

#stranger nightmare #kinktober 2022 #your strangest nightmare #morpheus #morpheus smut #morpheus imagine #dream of the endless #dream of the endless smut #the sandman #the sandman smut #morpheus x reader #morpheus x you #the sandman x reader #the sandman x you #morpheus drabble #the sandman drabble

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whxre-bxby · 11 months

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I LOVE UR BLOG ASDFGHJKL 💛

THANK YOU!

"Do It Our Way" - Recom's Redemption

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Side Rant: 1. GUESS WHO FINISHED THEIR EXAMS FOREVER AND CAN FINALLY FOCUS ON WHAT THEY LIKE DOING 2. I've had the first part of the fic as an idea since January but I never got to write it

1K special request from @henhouse-horrors

Summary: Y/N finds out the RDA has been lying to them. Everyone is silently having an identity crisis and after torching the coastal Na'vi village, something snaps and they leave the RDA behind.

WARNINGS: Angst, mentions of death, gore, violence, fire, mental health issues

Word Count: 6016

We were back in the forest for the first time in years again, just this time we were the ones that changed. According to the RDA, we wouldn‘t be detected as a threat by Eywa because we were recombinants now. Human soldiers living in the bodies of blue Avatars.

Quaritch had just split us into pairs, making us cover more ground. I was paired with Lyle and we were returning now after 2 hours of searching with both of us in complete and utter shock.

The other recoms had all returned and we were the last to rejoin the group. I led the way as we emerged from the large leaves and trees of the forest. Lyle followed, keeping his gaze fixated on me. Worry tainted his face and his ears were pinned back because he had noticed I wasn't okay after what both of us had just been through. He himself was confused and was trying to digest what we had just learned. Lyle told me it was best not to tell the Colonel but he knew I wouldn't be able to hide something so big. Something that questioned our very existence and our morals.

We're here to find Jake Sully. That's the mission. Not… do what they showed us we did.

Quaritch heard our footsteps and turned around, quickly scanning over Lyle and me.

"Alright, we're complete. Any success?" He asks, clapping his hands together before resting them on his waist and looking at us. The rest of the team followed his eyes.

Lyle returned his gaze from our superior to me, nudging my arm gently. I flinched at the sudden contact and raised my head, frantically looking around.

The Colonel picked up on my behaviour and grew skeptical.

I hadn't even noticed we arrived at the rest of our squad. Quaritch's question also flew right by me. It was a faint and distant buzzing in my ears because my mind was clouded with questions and possible theories of answers.

"Y/N?" Quaritch spoke and my gaze snapped to him, wide eyes staring into his own.

"Any success?"

"No Colonel, we-" Lyle started to say for me but I couldn't let him cover this up.

"What are we doing?" I asked, clenching my jaw together. My eyes were stinging and have become red and glossy out of frustration. My tail was restless and my ears were pained due to being strained flat against my head for the past half hour. I was tenser than ever before and Quaritch wasn't going to dismiss anyone until he found out why.

He gave my question a few seconds, wondering what the purpose of asking that was when it was clearly stated multiple times. The Colonel opened his mouth but I had to let out more.

"Also, why are we doing this?" I add and now I have everyone's attention.

“Y/N.” Quaritch repeated, but this time his words sounded more like a warning. He wanted me to stop talking even though he wanted to find out what was happening.

I take a step back, trying to think of a way to start it out easily for everyone to follow my trail of thought.

“Sir?” I ask, wiping my hand over my face before standing still. He’s watching me, his gaze beckoning me to continue.

“How many times have we been here?” I add and my words come out demanding and desperate for an answer. My voice is beginning to tremble because I’m starting to crumble beneath frustration, anger, and sadness.

His ears flicker forward at my question and he isn’t sure how to answer. Everyone knew this was our first time back in the forest but perhaps I meant it in a different context. It wasn’t specific enough for him.

“Y/N, what are you talkin’ about?” Quaritch asked, not seeming pleased with my questioning.

I take a deep breath and Lyle is grimacing slightly behind me, knowing I’m about to unleash it all.

“We saw two Na’vi kids just now,” I start and Quaritch’s attention is fully focused on me. He glanced around Lyle and me as did the rest of the team, silently questioning why they weren’t with us and captured.

“And we were going to follow the procedure-”

“But you didn’t?” Quaritch interrupted me, seeming to get impatient.

“No, sir.” I reply, averting my gaze from his glaring eyes. I couldn’t hold eye contact with him. The Colonel looks to Lyle for answers but I continue.

“Sir, they weren’t scared.” I say, taking a step forward so that he would direct his attention back to me. Quaritch raised an eyebrow, ready to drop us if that was all we had to say.

“We pointed our fucking- guns at them. And they didn’t react. The young one laughed!” I continue, raising my voice much to Quaritch’s dislike. My body was trembling and he could tell something was really bothering me.

Quaritch knew you for many years. You were one of his best marines and had never acted like this before. So he let you talk, wanting to know what’s gotten into you.

Lyle and I were pushing through leaves while staying focused and reacting to all and any noise and movement we picked up on. When we heard distant giggles and voices, we immediately followed them.

They led us to a small pond and in it were two children. They were Na’vi and definitely young. We both approached them warily, making sure there weren’t more around. Lyle had ordered them to get down and not move. Both of them flinched at the sudden loud noise and their wide eyes spotted the two of us. To my surprise, they turned around and kept playing. We raised our weapons, pointing our guns at goddamn children but they seemed completely unfazed. We knew that all Na’vi now knew that guns were dangerous. Many of them would steal from the supply trains and take them. But neither our loud shouting nor threatening display of flashing weapons intimidated them.

The smaller one turned around and directly looked at me with an amused smile, while I pointed my gun at its head as I was told to do.

“Back again?” he giggled, looking at me like I wasn't capable of hurting him. The words took me by surprise. Did he think I was someone he knew? His mother perhaps?

Nonsense, I’m wearing a military uniform. But another astonishing thing was that he spoke English.

I stare at him with wide eyes. “What?”

“We thought fifth time would be last.” his sister cackled behind him, standing up to face me now too. Lyle didn’t move, standing next to me while letting the conversation unfold.

“What do you-”

She didn’t listen and told her brother something in Na’vi which we didn’t understand. He nodded, running over to a tree where they had a bag. Lyle took a few steps in his direction so that we wouldn’t lose them but the boy came running back. In his four-fingered hand were small pieces of paper. Polaroids actually.

I watched him as he picked one out and held it up to me. I lowered my gun to face the ground now and quickly exchanged glances with Lyle before leaning down and looking at what he showed me.

At first, I couldn’t make out what was happening in the picture but then certain aspects started to look familiar. It looked like something was sitting on debris or a pile of rubble. But most of it was coloured red. As I stared longer, I noticed there was a body between the scraps of metal. Not a human body, but Na’vi. It was an Avatar or what could be a recombinant because of the uniform.

The Avatar had an arrow in its chest and blood was flowing from its face. This was some of the most brutal gore I had seen and I was being shown it by a child with a smile on its face.

I was about to turn away in disgust when something caught my eye. The right arm of the Avatar was clearly visible and it had something on it. Lyle was looking at the picture now too and it started to sink in.

That was my tattoo.

My heart stopped beating as I stared at the arm. I noticed how it was placed in the exact same spot it is on my arm now. Suddenly, I feel frightened and my eyes flicker all over the body. Another one of my tattoos is on the Avatar’s ankle. Quickly, I look at the barely whole face. Half of it was gone. But the half that was left… resembled my exact features.

The dead body in the picture was me. I straighten my posture and snatch the polaroid from the child’s hand, looking at it in disbelief. Lyle seems to realise what’s going on because he’s examining the arm with my tattoo.

“What is this?” I ask, desperately needing an answer that will prove my thoughts wrong.

The child looks up at me.

“You.”

My ears pin back and my eyes unfocus as I stare into nothingness. The other child takes the remaining polaroids from her brother but I react quickly and rip them from her grasp.

I hand some over to Lyle and we flick through them. My heart is racing as I see more pictures of others dead. Prager’s body looks drowned here. Fike is torn in half. Quaritch has multiple arrows in his back. Lyle’s pale body is missing a limb and bled out.

And another one of me, hanging lifeless from a railing with my throat slit clean open. Blood covers my face here, but my tattoos are still there and my head is only halfway attached. It seems as though I lost my tail too.

I clutch my mouth, turning away from the children and bending over. My hands are wrapped around my middle and I lean down, feeling sick to my stomach. Lyle looks horrified as he sees his own batch of death. It didn’t make much sense to either of us yet because we were too disturbed and mortified to put the pieces together.

The children have been carrying these around as if they didn’t depict the most gruesome images one has ever seen. The older one came to Lyle and me and plucked the polaroids from our fingers. She wasn’t smiling anymore.

“Wait- give ‘em back.” Lyle said, wanting to take them as proof to the Colonel.

The girl hissed at him and he stopped. “No. We need them for next time.” she snarled.

Next time?

“Leave us alone, or you become this again.” she said, standing her ground and motioning to the pictures of death.

I felt so sick I couldn’t be here anymore. My weapon was loosely hanging in my hand and I turned to walk back. Lyle followed and we left the children behind. Our minds were clouded with thoughts, we were no longer able to pay attention to our surroundings.

“What?” Quaritch asked.

“They had pictures of us! All of us! And we were dead in every single fucking one!” I shout even with a trembling voice and lip. My eyes were full of tears threatening to spill any second.

“It’s true, sir.” Lyle backed me up, still feeling extremely uncomfortable about what we had seen.

“We’ve been here before! This isn’t the first time we’re out here as recombinants.” I say, trying to prohibit myself from shouting again. I was pacing up and down the lane in front of Quaritch and the recoms, still refusing to believe it’s real and hoping he has some reasonable explanation for this.

“We’ve done this mission five times already! This is our sixth attempt because we’ve failed all the others.”

Everyone feels uneasy now and a few soldiers exchange questioning glances or worried looks.

“The RDA keeps sending us out here over and over again. Remember all the briefings they gave us where all the workers seemed uninterested?” I ask and Quaritch looks back to me.

“You would think that if this really is the first time the RDA has made a recombinant team, they would have put a little more effort into things. People would stare if they saw Avatars for the first time. Extra precautions would be taken. But no, they seemed to have given up!”

Quaritch looks angry now and I don’t quite know whether it’s general frustration or anger directed towards the RDA or me.

“It’s like they knew they were sending us to death and they just hope to have luck on their side this time.”

“Alright, cut it out.” Quaritch says but I’m too worked up in explaining my theory.

“The forest knows us. The people know us. Which probably means Jake knows we’re after him and-”

“Y/N!” Quaritch shouts, making me flinch and everyone looks away for a split second. I freeze, looking at him.

He looks like he’s fuming with anger and it scares me. The Colonel takes a few steps towards me so that he’s now fully standing in front of me. All I can do is watch him and this time I’m too intimidated to look away.

“Remind me of our mission.” he ordered.

“Hunt down and kill Jake Sully, sir.” I reply almost instinctively.

“Why are we doin’ that?” Quaritch added.

“Because he betrayed humankind and killed us, sir.” I say. We’ve heard it so often I could recite the reasons off by heart in my sleep at this point.

Quaritch gives me the faintest nod but keeps harshly staring me down.

“That is why we are here. Everythin’ else the RDA does or plans to do is none of our business.” he said, slowly turning from me and now addressing everyone.

It was silent for a few moments until Quaritch turned back around to me. He was gritting his teeth.

“Anythin’ else?” he asked me, daring me to continue talking. Normally, I would have never answered. The consequences could be far too harsh but this time something inside me snapped.

“We’re doing exactly what got us killed last time.” I say and Quaritch is definitely surprised but not pleased with my big mouth today. My voice got quieter now and my words sunk into everyone.

Every time we oppose Eywa we get beaten down. Whether we’re blue or not doesn’t seem to matter. This is a suicide mission with no way out.

Quaritch officially had enough. As the leading rank of this squad, he had to defend the RDA, no matter whether he himself was questioning their actions.

He walked over to me and his strong hand tightly gripped my jaw, holding me in place. His face was closer to mine so that he could make sure I get the message and feel small.

His fingers dug into my skin and it hurt but I knew trying to move away would make everything worse.

“We’re here to complete a mission Y/N. One goddamn mission.” he snarled, spitting his words like venom. “We’re not here to live.”

And with that he pushed my head away, making me stumble back slightly. The Colonel glared at me one final time before turning around.

“Headin’ back, wrap it up.” he said, leading the way back to where we would meet the helicopter. A few recom soldiers started to follow him while I just stood in place and processed everything.

Lyle placed a hand on my shoulder and I sighed, clutching my face in my hands to calm my nerves before we followed the others. A few of them looked at us questioningly. No doubt were we all slightly suspicious of the RDA. This affected us directly because they had permanent access to our soul drive and could use it on any Avatar. But what could we do?

After all, we were the property of the RDA. They made us for this mission. Completing this successfully was our life purpose. It didn’t matter if we were lied to or not. But lying always raises questions and mistrust.

For the next few days, I was forced to ignore my thoughts. I knew if I asked any more questions there was a chance they would wipe my memory and ‘restart’ me so that I would forget everything I found out today.

I struggled to understand myself as well. I wasn’t sure whether I was fine and my stupid new body had emotional side effects or whether I was starting to no longer side with the RDA.

I managed to withhold my emotions for the next week. Quaritch was paying close attention to my behaviour so I talked less.

I was doing well at keeping my thoughts to myself until we were sent out once again. This time we were climbing up the Iknimaya or the so-called ‘Path to Heaven’ which was in the Hallelujah Mountains. That’s where the Ikran were.

We reached the top and watched the Ikran’s reactions to our presence.

“TopGun, you’re up!” Quaritch called and my ears twitched at the name. I used to be in the airforce until I transferred. That’s where the nickname came from.

He seemed to really be testing me and my limits in the past few days, making me work out more, do more chores around the base, and now tame an Ikran first.

Things went much faster than expected. I tackled the banshee to the ground by its neck. I placed it in a headlock with my legs while my arms searched for its cord and finally, I managed to connect us and form tsaheylu. The feeling of the bond shot through me and suddenly my senses heightened and I felt my Ikran beneath me. My legs unwrapped from its head and it slowly stood upright with me on its back. A few recoms cheered while others watched warily and without further hesitation, it took off. Its wings opened as it jumped from the cliff and we started to tumble down.

It took a while to seize control but I figured it out and we flew for a few good minutes.

That’s when my problem grew worse. I was connected to the Ikran. I felt what it felt. The pure joy of life it had and the love for Pandora. I felt its connection to Eywa and its happiness of finding a rider. Looking around, the beautiful sight of the magical scenery made me almost break down.

We flew back and I slowly landed where we took off. I slowly got off it, tracing my hand over the patterns of its skin as I made my way to its head. It must have felt my emotions and gently pressed its head against mine before pulling me against its neck. I was literally hugging a dragon and tears started to flow from my eyes. Creatures like these the RDA wanted dead. I must have shot a dozen Ikrans as a human too.

I undid the bond, leaving my Ikran and walking back with my head down. Z-Dog was at my side, noticing my state. She wasn’t the type of person to comfort but she helped shield me from the Colonel's stern looks. He was suspicious of me and I couldn’t show him how attached I suddenly felt to the world. I hoped they would feel it too but no one did.

The days continued to pass but every morning felt heavier. The nights felt lonelier. I started to long for the forest. At night when I was locked in my room, I would dream and imagine walking through the forest, flying over the cliffs and mountains and swimming in the waters.

It was as if the planet was calling for me. Like I belonged to it. Even though I was an Avatar, it seemed to be able to mentally reach me and lure me to it. Our minds were normal but our bodies seemed to be cursed with a love for this world. But now, I started thinking that my mind was in the wrong place and my body was longing for the right way of life. Being alive now meant more than it ever did to me when I was a human.

Things rapidly escalated the next day.

We were on the SeaDragon. One of the RDA’s largest ships which is used to enable the hunting of Tulkuns. Now we were leaving what used to be a coastal Na’vi village after setting it into flames and cuffing all the people. Quaritch almost had the Tsahik killed and that was when I truly realised that I couldn’t do it.

It was never a problem for me before but now it felt so incredibly wrong I had to say something.

Instead of heading back to the SeaDragon, Quaritch led us past the beach and to the forest which is where our Ikran waited. We were following him but oddly no one spoke a word this time. Usually, there was some conversation occurring but everyone was silent. I glanced around me and my teammates had their heads down while they mindlessly followed their superior. The Colonel himself refused to turn around and face us.

The scene of fire and violence I had just seen a few minutes ago was replaying in my head. The cries of the people seeing their homes get destroyed were echoing in my head and my eyes were unfocused again. I felt distanced from reality and things seemed blurry.

My footsteps slowed down and a few recoms passed me. Eventually, I stopped fully and my firearm fell from my hands and onto the ground. I had made up my mind because I could no longer bear having this guilt weigh me down and have this blood on my hands.

Lopez and Mansk were walking behind me and they too now stopped, looking at me and my weapon.

“Y/N?” Z-Dog called from further at the front. She halted her steps and turned around to face me.

My ears were pinned back because I knew I was about to get the worst punishment from the Colonel. The decisions I have made due to the storm of involuntary emotions I feel have caused me to completely lose the common sense I was taught to have as a human soldier. Everything I had ever worked for and wanted to achieve was now going out the window because this god-forsaken body made me refuse to continue.

The Colonel heard that and turned around as did the others. His eyes scanned me over and he instantly knew what this was about.

“You better keep walkin’ right now or I’m gonna-” Quaritch started to say but I interrupted him.

“I’m not doing this anymore.” I mumble. My body trembles with anger even though I’m filled with fear.

He seemed to hear my faint voice and glared me down for a few more seconds before handing some equipment to Lyle and walking to me.

“What did you say?” he asked me in a daring manner, wanting me to repeat my answer so that he could rightfully be angry.

“I’m not doing this anymore. I’m done.” I snarl at him, spitting the words out one by one to make my message and intentions clear.

He doesn’t react for a few moments so I start removing all other weapons attached to me. Starting with my vest, I opened the straps and discarded it on the ground.

“What exactly are you doin’?” he asks, watching my movements.

My infuriated eyes meet his again.

“I don’t know. But I can’t ever do- that again.” I reply, pointing behind me to the distant fire and smoke in the sky. My voice is breaking again.

The Colonel is examining me to see whether I’m being serious.

“The RDA can go fuck itself, this shit is cruel and so fucking inhumane-” I say, gasping for air after pushing the words out like I was out of breath.

“You turnin’ your back on the RDA?” he asks, definitely looking pissed now.

I put my hands on my hips and bite my tongue while I think of my answer. My head starts to nod.

“Yeah, I am.”

“What’s the plan, huh? You gonna go find Jake and live like ‘em?” He asks me and I can hear disgust in his voice. There was no turning back now they all probably looked down at me now. It hurt me a little because they were the closest thing to a family I had for the many years I’ve been on Pandora.

I scoff. “Fuck Jake. I don’t know, but I’d rather be doing anything than this.”

Quaritch stays quiet for a while, clearly thinking about what he should do.

I inhale shakily and look around. I notice everyone looks worried to a certain extent. I’m not sure why but I know that they know the consequences of this are bad. I wouldn’t wish this upon any of them because we seemed to get very close as recoms. Not that it mattered now. I’d probably get imprisoned at the RDA now or they really would wipe my memory.

Finally, the Colonel speaks up again.

“Betrayin’ your own team gives me the right te’ execute you on the spot.” he says while his fierce eyes pierce through me.

My heartbeat stops for a few seconds as I think about what he just said. I wasn’t expecting to be killed straight away but it would happen sooner or later.

“Is that what you’re doin’ here?” he asks and I gulp. I gather the mess my thoughts have become and pull myself together.

“Yeah.” I mumble, looking down at my feet. No matter how drawn I was to this world, I still felt shame for this.

Your words shifted some gears in the Colonel’s head. For a second he could see the internal war you were having. Doing this felt wrong to you but the other way around it was worse. But the man was a tough marine and his persistence was stronger.

In the next second his hand reaches for the holster attached to his belt.

The soldiers who have made it this far are watching and many of their hearts sink when Quaritch pulls out his gun and steadily aims it right at your head. You’ve all become almost friends in the past weeks and everyone had their internal identity crisis to deal with. It just seemed yours was worse. It didn’t make you weaker but you were one of the few people who didn’t have a tunnel vision to the successful completion of your mission. You saw the aftermath. The consequences that were forced upon innocent lives. And it made you realise that you had been siding with the enemy your entire life.

I look up at him and my eyes meet the end of his gun. I stop moving and look into his eyes.

“I may be havin’ my own deal of problems with this body,” Quaritch said with a tense jaw while his hand remained in place. My ears perk forward. Was he feeling it too?

“But I still remember what team I’m playin’ for.”

The muscles of his arm strained and flexed as he tightly gripped the gun. I was too stunned to speak. Knowing it’s all going to be gone in a matter of seconds makes one forget how to function normally. My eyes involuntarily teared up again because I started to feel the same longing and joy for life my Ikran felt. I wanted to stay here and not harm the world. But if that isn’t possible it’s best I don’t exist at all.

“This isn’t personal. It’s just the procedure.” he says, forcedly pushing his words out as if he were running out of air.

I nod.

“I know.”

Quaritch had his lips tightly pressed into a firm line as he stared into my eyes. They flickered between my watery ones and he finally exhaled after holding his breath for a good minute.

“Fuck-” he faintly uttered under his breath and looked away for a second. His gun was slightly lowered but the next second he readjusted his stance and held it back in place. His fingers moved up and he cocked it. All he had to do was pull the trigger and it would be over.

“Look down.” he ordered. His words flew by me at first but then I processed them and slowly lowered my gaze to the ground.

Quaritch couldn’t look you in the eyes while he would take your life. He knew you too well it would take a toll on him. Making you look away made it easier for him to forget it’s you he’s about to shoot.

Zdinarsk was watching me with a horrified look. I’ve known her for almost ten years. She didn’t want this to happen but she wasn’t in the place to prohibit it.

Lyle’s ears were flattened back and he turned away, holding his head. He couldn’t watch. No one could. Everyone had miserably looked away.

Quaritch’s hand was shaking with how much he tensed it. His eyes were fixated on me as his fingers were slowly itching to press down on the trigger. He was close to placing it on it when he saw a tear drop from my face.

Tears were new. When we were upset we were silent. Never had we cried. He only saw me like this before with my Ikran.

“What are the tears for, Y/N?” he asks and suddenly his voice doesn’t seem as angry. His words sound soft and almost sympathetic.

I look up at him and he freezes.

Seeing you so broken apart in front of him made Quaritch lose focus on his weapon. To anyone’s surprise, he felt pity because he knew that this wasn’t your fault. He could see how inside it was still you but the new parts of you had seemed to overpower your old self.

“I just want to live. Here.” I reply with a tremble and a sniffle. “I don’t want to hurt anymore.”

Quaritch blankly stared at me. I don’t know what was taking him so long because I knew he was a man of his words. I decided to just wait it out and continue staring down at the grass which seemed even pretty now. It made me want to reach down and touch it but I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to do something so simple again.

You thought you’d be dead any second now but Quaritch didn’t have the heart to kill you. You were one of his soldiers and he’d had you under his command for multiple years. That wasn’t something he could just look past. And there was no doubt about the fact that he no longer felt such hatred for this world.

I heard a click of metal and suddenly a deafening gunshot pulsates through my sensitive ears. I flinch at the sound but soon noticed I wasn’t hit.

Lyle cursed under his breath, wiping his hand over his face to stay in control of himself. He was turned around so he assumed the shot was for you. The marine didn’t dare turn around. He didn’t want to see you on the ground nor did he want to see the Colonel towering over your body. The others held their breath as they processed the likeliness of your death. No one wanted to look.

I glanced up at the Colonel and he looked uncomfortable. There was a lot of internal conflict behind those eyes. It was honestly unfair what the RDA put us through. Putting dead soldiers into the body of the enemy and making us find that enemy to kill them even though we felt attached to the world. It was too much.

Quaritch started angrily taking the gun apart and dropping the pieces of it onto the ground while he gritted his teeth and spoke.

“Can’t believe I was- gonna kill my own fuckin’-” he started to swear. The Colonel was clearly distressed as everyone else was. He was angry and it was equally divided to the RDA for giving us this mission and angry at himself for not being able to pull through with his task.

We were all permanently two-faced. Meaning we would always hate ourselves for being blue and having a weakness for this planet but we would equally hate the RDA for destroying it and sending us out to do this.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

Your voice makes the others freeze and within seconds they turn around and are more than relieved to see you’re not dead or even injured.

“Your goddamn plan.” he said, turning to the others. Quaritch felt sick to his stomach admitting this weakness to the others but he made a new choice. He made it clear that he and I could no longer continue and asked whether anyone else felt the same. It took a lot of convincing to get the others to open up. Some quickly agreed while others were hesitant.

Lyle’s world was slowly falling apart. He didn’t know who to follow. His whole life, he’d been trained to stick by the RDA. The Colonel had been there throughout his entire experience. So have I and most of the team. He had also been praised and promoted for not letting people like Grace and Jake faze him when they betrayed the humans. Now, we weren’t human anymore. And the people Lyle trusted were doing something he swore to himself he’d never do.

Eventually, Quaritch started to walk another way and everyone followed again. He gave the others an option to return home but no one took it.

No one wanted to return to the industrialised dead land at Bridgehead City.

We went to our Ikran and made a plan. Firstly, we needed a few things like living supplies. We also needed to make sure the RDA wouldn’t find us. I suspected they had trackers in our bodies somewhere and I only knew about one person who could help us.

The rest of the day was a pain for everyone. We weren’t a happy and free group at all, we were tormented with the guilt of leaving everything we’ve ever known behind.

But we couldn’t ever go back to Earth. We were dead and gone. That option was completely eliminated. So either way, Pandora would be our home. It just depended on how we treated it.

We roughly knew where Jake used to stay. That’s where the scientists were. I was friends with Norm at one point so we went to find him. It was difficult. I managed to walk into the Clan’s territory in my uniform because the Na’vi thought I was just a science Avatar. Once I stepped foot inside the labs, guns were drawn. I found Norm and it took me a good half an hour to explain everything and persuade him. I told him if he’d help us this one time we would never bother them again.

He let it happen and helped us find our trackers chips. They put one in our braids and one beneath the skin of our neck. Norm had to take them out with small tools but it worked.

We left with a few bags of their supplies and returned to the old and run-down shed where Quaritch originally died. No one had a specific plan to foresee our future but we made it clear we didn’t want to fully embrace Navi culture. We’d keep our clothes and our language but this time we’d just attempt to peacefully live with nature.

Perhaps one day we could form some kind of peace treaty with Jake and his clan. But that was too much of a big step to even discuss now. Turning our backs on the RDA was enough on our plate now.

We would live our own way and form our own path here. There weren’t any rules to life in the forest. So we would do it our way.

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pocketjoong · 6 months

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HIIII SKYY i hope youre doing well !!! 🫶🏼🫶🏼

for... your recent post... for ateez 5th anniversary... what about stargazing with one of the members ??2?2!?2 stargazing seems so cute and ive been in my hopeless romantic mood HAHSHAH stargazing with... yeosang maybe ?!2?!/2 or anyone ?!2?/!2!2 or all of them ??2?2?2 (much love to youuu btwwww 💗)

Thank you for your request, dea <33 I kinda wanted to write an ot8, but then I realised it would be kinda messy T^T (read: sky is not as funny as she thinks she is and scraped the crack!ot8!stargazing au asdfghjkl). I hope you enjoy regardless ^-^ @jaehunnyy my love, my baby, than you for beta-reading this for me. (You know what's coming next, bubba ehehehe /lh)

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (SYNOPSIS): Stargazing with Yeosang!

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (PAIRING) idol!yeosang x gn!reader

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (GENRE AND AU/TROPE): fluff. friends to lovers.

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (WARNINGS) FLUFF. Yeosang is whipped. Reader is whipped. Mentions of scary amusement park rides. WooSan being WooSan. Lmk if I missed anything ksksks

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (WORD COUNT) 1.4k

Gasping for breath, you stumble out of the roller coaster, your heart racing and pounding in your ears. You cling to Yeosang for support, your legs feeling like jelly as the world swirls around you. A wave of dizziness threatens to send you tumbling to the ground, but you steady yourself with a deep breath.

As the adrenaline subsides, you can feel his comforting hand rubbing your back gently. His soothing gesture allows your focus to shift away from the queasy feeling in your stomach, and you momentarily forget the whirlwind of the roller coaster.

“That was…” you begin, still trying to find your words in the aftermath of the exhilarating ride.

“Thrilling, right?” Wooyoung’s voice cuts through the haze. He drapes his arms casually around San’s shoulder, whose expression is clouded with worry as he watches you.

“Speak for yourself,” Yeosang chides Wooyoung, guiding you to a nearby bench and handing you a water bottle.

San rolls his eyes and lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head at Wooyoung’s enthusiasm. “I’m not really scared of heights, but that ride did make me a bit queasy, too. Honestly, how are you still so bouncy after all the thrilling rides we’ve gone on?”

“That’s because nothing can bring me down,” he declares with unwavering confidence, striking a dramatic pose that sends you into fits of laughter. His cheerfulness is contagious, and you can’t help but be amused by his antics.

“Aish, what are we supposed to do with you?” you quip, playfully swatting his arm. It is in moments like these that make your friendship with Wooyoung all the more special.

Wooyoung’s laughter fills the air, a melodious sound that perfectly complements the joyful atmosphere of the amusement park. The boys begin to don their masks while you make your way back towards the parking lot. Yeosang falls into step with you, his arm gently sliding around your waist. The contact sends a rush of warmth through you, and you can feel the heat creep up your neck. Gratefully, you welcome the cover of the dimly lit evening, concealing your reaction from Yeosang’s view. The simple gesture, unnoticed by Wooyoung and San, who seem to be arguing about something trivial, fills your stomach with butterflies as you walk side by side.

As the two males pile into the car belonging to Wooyoung, Yeosang chooses to slip into the passenger seat of your car instead. You look at him in question, slightly confused, for he had arrived with the other two earlier in the morning.

“Y/N?” His voice carries a note of hesitance, capturing your attention as you navigate the car out of the parking lot after bidding farewell to the other two guys with a non-committal wave. You respond with a hum, signalling him to continue. “I was wondering if you would like to go somewhere?”

“Somewhere?” You echo, your curiosity piqued as you cast a fleeting glance in his direction.

He hums softly, biting his lip as he mulls over what to say. “Remember the clearing we found when I was a trainee during one of our hikes? Let’s go there.”

A warm smile plays upon your lips as you consider his suggestion, “Alrighty.”.

You take a U-turn at the next traffic light, moving further away from the city’s relentless hustle and bustle. The towering skyscrapers of Seoul recede into the horizon, and the scenery changes as the cool night air rustles your hair.

The highway stretches before you bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight. It offers a serene and uninterrupted passage through the stillness of the evening, like a canvas bathed in silvery hues. Yet, a silent, unspoken connection thrives within the confines of your car. Yeosang’s gaze remains locked on you. Unseen by you is the yearning that simmers in the depths of his captivating eyes as he watches you navigate the road.

A cursory glance at your companion alerts you to his gaze on you, and determined to quell the blush that threatens to betray your own emotions, you break the silence that envelops you both. “We’re almost here.”

He responds with a quiet hum, his eyes now gazing at the landscape outside the window. The already scarce buildings are replaced by trees and thick undergrowth. You park the car in a convenient spot, and Yeosang wastes no time taking out a blanket from the backseat of your vehicle. He reaches for your hand when you walk up to him, and the two of you hike up the hill like this, with your hand safely in Yeosang’s grasp. His warm touch contrasts sharply with the frigid bite of the night air on your cheeks. Once you reach the clearing you guys had discovered a few weeks before his debut, he spreads the blanket on the grass and lies down.

“Come on,” He pats the empty space beside him. You join him, looking at the beautiful night sky studded with countless stars. The stars above flicker in the vast, dark canvas of the night sky, and you both lie there, basking in the tranquillity of the moment, sharing this cherished place that had become your secret sanctuary, away from the weight of responsibilities and worries that plague you otherwise.

A few moments later, you turn to face Yeosang, who is bathed in the bright moonlight, looking otherworldly at best. You can’t help but admire how the moonlight accentuates his features, imbuing him with an unearthly radiance. It lights up his cheekbones and the sharp line of his jaw, rendering him even more striking than he already is. Even the shadows that dance across his form lend him an air of nobility and majesty.

As if aware of his gaze, Yeosang turns to you, his eyes alight with something you can’t seem to put your finger down on. His lips curve into a warm smile, mirroring the fondness that radiates from his gaze. “Hi.”

The huskiness of his voice acts like a gentle caress against your senses, making your breath hitch. Yeosang hums in amusement, smiling softly at you, drawing you to himself like a moth to a flame. It’s as if he has stepped out of a dream, ethereal and radiant, and the sheer beauty of the moment is nearly overwhelming in its intensity.

“Hi,” you repeat, your voice more shaky than you had hoped it would be.

Yeosang fully turns to his side, popping his head up with his hand, while the other finds its place upon your cheek, his thumb tenderly stroking your skin. Ablaze with unmistakable love and yearning, the intensity of his eyes is a force that gently tugs at your heartstrings until you can’t help but close your own.

“Y/N,” he breathes.

You open your eyes, a myriad of unspoken thoughts and feelings swirling within you. But Yeosang’s thumb sweeps across your bottom lip with a tender, delicate touch as if casting a spell over your senses, leaving you in a state of breathless enchantment. It takes an immense effort for you to not close your eyes again.

Your answering hum is laced with curiosity and a touch of anticipation.

A brief pause lingers, stretching into seconds that feel like an eternity. But when he speaks, Yeosang’s voice carries a weight of sincerity. “I like you so much,” he confesses softly, his words echoing into the velvety night. “I’ve liked you since the moment I saw you, and with time, my feelings have only grown stronger. I’m sorry if it’s sudden, but I can’t hide it anymore. I don’t expect anything in return from you. You can say no—”

You can't contain the cascade of emotions swirling within you, and you find yourself cutting off his words, needing him to know your fondness for him that you had kept to yourself for so long. “I like you, Yeo,” you breathe out; the suddenness of your words leaves him wide-eyed.

“Huh?” he stammers, caught off guard by your revelation.

“I like you, too, dummy,” an affectionate laugh escapes your lips as you look at his bewildered expression, which slowly gives way to the most radiant smile you’ve ever witnessed on his face.

“Are you sure? I won’t be able to offer you everything a boyfriend can,” his tone is soft and genuine as he seeks confirmation. His words bring butterflies to your stomach, and your eyes line with unshed tears.

Without hesitation, you reach up to cradle his face, “I don’t care about the fact that we can’t go out in public or the possibility of us having to go months without seeing each other. What matters to me is that you're mine, and I'll treasure every precious moment we share, no matter how fleeting or infrequent.”

In response, Yeosang leans in, drawing you into a sweet and tender kiss. The stars above seem to wink knowingly, as if they, too, are celebrating this newfound connection, their celestial light bestowing a blessing upon the two of you.

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eddiebabygirldiaz · 3 months

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“You like my stupid fucking words,” Andrew taunts, slathering Sam’s stubbly chin with sloppy kisses and bites. “Admit it. You want to be wooed with pretty words.”

“Hmph.”

The sound is disgruntled but Andrew can feel Sam’s smile, so he pulls back to look at it. Absolutely devastating. Dripping with a lascivious tenderness. Melted at the edges. Wide and beaming.

Beautiful. All for Andrew.

He kisses that smile, his hands coming up to cup Sam’s face, their tongues dragging together with a loud scratch. “Take me to bed,” he mumbles into Sam’s mouth.

Sam deepens the kiss, licking over the inside of Andrew’s cheeks, and shoves his hand down Andrew’s pants, clutching at his ass and yanking the muscle to the side so that his hole is exposed and pulled tight.

Andrew absolutely hates the wrecked sound that bursts out of him, one which he will probably be teased endlessly about, but any shame is pushed to the back of his mind as his cock takes precedence, throbbing and leaking and very much loving this turn of direction, the hot pulse within it seeming to say to Andrew more ask him for more make sure he is buried in so deep he can’t leave.

His head spins as Sam starts to walk him backwards and then it goes blank as Sam drawls, “Sure thing, darlin’.”

For a moment Andrew is sure Sam heard his thoughts, but then it occurs to him that Sam is replying to his request to be taken to bed, and he shudders a bit in relief, happily letting himself be moved where Sam wants him and reveling in the wicked curl of satisfaction at being called darlin’ which isn’t something he ever thought he would like, but he’s pretty sure Sam could call him anything in that sweet, thick, rolling accent of his and he would love it.

The bed hits the back of Andrew’s knees with a soft touch and they both pause, Sam focused on kissing Andrew so deep and fast that his lungs scream and strain and nearly burst.

He rips his mouth away from Sam’s to get a breath and shivers as Sam moves to his neck, the hand still on his ass digging harder into the curve and brushing lightly over his entrance. The scream in his lung breaks free a little bit, dry and cracked and all too revealing.

Sam chuckles. “Not even wearing underwear. And you’re begging for me to take you. Been wanting this for a long time, huh?”

Andrew squirms and pinches at Sam’s bicep then decides to wrap his fingers around it because it’s really nice and firm and soft.

“Am I right? You been wanting this? Planned for this?”

“Didn’t I already tell you that?”

Sam hums. “Maybe I take back what I said. Maybe I wanna hear it again. C’mon, princess, say it. For me."

Andrew practically growls in response, even as his body turns liquid in Sam’s hold, pliant and open in ways he has never wanted himself to be before, but with someone like this–with Sam Halse who is a death wish wrapped in a body and has a sharp mouth and hands curled into fists to protect the softness of his palms and who is someone that wouldn’t ever rip Andrew open and leave him empty but someone who will help Andrew unleash himself and slip into his skin to make a home, well, Andrew can want to be pliant and open with him.

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#summer sons #andrew x sam #andrew blur #sam halse #summer sons fic #ryan writes #several sentence sunday

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gyu-effect · 5 months

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Hiii Sarah! I saw your requests were open so I came RUNNING🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

Could I maybe ask a scenario where it is like "what are we?" But where you are confused, but the other is so sure you are already in a relationship? Anyone you think fits the vibe is fine!

Hope this makes sense, if not that is totally okay! Love you and have great day💗

PAIRING || Seokmin x Female Reader

GENRES || Fluff, Friends To Lovers AU, Angst (if you use a magnifying glass i suppose)

WARNINGS || none

WORD COUNT || 0.8k

A/N || asdfghjkl omg im flattered! i hope i did justice to your request and i decided to pick seokmin because i felt like he fitted this scenario and totally not because he's my bias. also, i had a field day with making this cover as an excuse to go scroll tho seokmin pics lmfao. thank you so much for requesting! requests are open !!!

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[15:30]

“you both are coming to jaehyun’s birthday party, right?” seungcheol’s question caused the two of you to look up from the shared maths textbook, you glaring at him slightly for causing this useless interruption. “what?” he asked again, seeing your expression. “it’s a genuine question!”

“and why is it a genuine question?” you asked, causing seokmin to chuckle beside you.

“yeah cheol, why is it a genuine question?” seokmin asked too, but you got the feeling he was just entertaining you. because seungcheol then gave him a dry look, as though saying, don’t act like you don’t know.

“well, you know. ‘cus he said you need a date to come to his party.” seungcheol answered.

“since you already know that clause, why are you asking then? valentine boy wanted to make sure people knew he was adonis and hence born on 14th february but rather unfortunately we are bitchless so we won’t be going-”

“what?” seokmin asked, causing you to turn to him. he was looking at you in complete surprise, as though your answer had caught him off-guard.

“what what?” you asked, unsure how to react to the way he was acting. you could see the slight hurt in his eyes, and you swallowed thickly, wondering what had you said wrong that hurt the angelic boy sitting opposite to you.

“uhm, i need to go find joshua. i’ll leave you guys to talk. bye!” seungcheol muttered but you didn’t hear him fully because you were busy trying to figure out this sudden change in seokmin. you reached out for his hand but he jerked it away, still staring at you in disbelief. ouch.

“you said we are bitchless?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. he looked like a puppy that had been kicked and you almost heard your heart shatter.

“y-yeah? i- i mean- oh my god, do you have a girlfriend? oh my god, i’m so sorry seok. i didn’t kno-”

“but aren’t you my girlfriend?” he asked, frowning at you.

now it was your time to be confused. “what?” you asked.

“what what?” seokmin asked again, imitating you. you blinked at him to snap out of your daze, before punching his arm lightly. “seokmin! don’t joke like this!”

“but i’m not joking!”

“what are you talking about? when did we start dating? aren’t we- aren’t we friends?”

“friends?” he blinked at you in surprise. “i thought you had a crush on me?”

“yeah but that was- that was then! and then you started talking to me so i thought- i thought-”

“you thought?” seokmin whispered, edging closer to you so that your noses were almost brushing. he was so close to you that you could almost count the lashes on his eyes and you felt your face flush. you wanted to look away but the way he was looking at you, with his eyes shining, made it difficult to focus anywhere else except his face. “do you not like me anymore?”

“i do.” you muttered, finally being able to look down. your knees were brushing against his and you could feel your heart hammering loudly in your chest. “but to be honest, i approached you just to be your friend because that was more than enough so i thought…”

“but i never said i didn’t like you, did i?” he whispered, his soft breath hitting your face. “i knew you had a crush on me and i treated you as specially as i could. did you not realise?”

you finally looked up at him, blinking as the words slowly settled in. seokmin liked you back. lee seokmin, the sweet boy you always had a crush on but thought was just a good friend, liked you back.

“what are we, seok?” you whispered, scanning his sincere face for answers. though you already knew the answer, you wanted to hear it from him.

seokmin smiled at you softly, causing your heart to nearly explode as he slowly pulled you in closer with one hand while the other gently cupped your face. “more than friends?”

“you never told me.”

“yeah, i’m sorry love.” he chuckled, his breath fanning your lips. the urge to kiss him was growing stronger with each passing second and you nearly smashed your lips against his when he asked, “can i kiss you?”

your eyes fluttered close as you nodded, and you soon felt his soft lips brush against yours lightly. but the next second he kissed you harder, completely enveloping your lips in his as he stole your breath away, tilting your head to get a better access to your lips.

finally the two of you broke apart, gasping lightly for breath as you rested your forehead against each other.

“so,” seokmin asked, his voice a bit hoarse. “do you want to go out with me to jaehyun’s birthday?”

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ro-is-struggling · 1 year

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Hi!! I was thinking that 6 (song) would go amazingly with Steve like maybe he’s still hung up on Nancy but like reader is in love with him? ASDFGHJKL if you could make this possible I’d dieeeee. Thank you so much

Hi beautiful! thank you so much for participating in the celebration and I'm sorry it took me so long to get to your request, I'm going through stuff lol but despite that I had a great time writing this fic even though it's pure angst with no happy ending. I hope you're ready to cry!

One Last Time || Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: You knew Steve was still in love with Nancy, but you didn't care. All you cared about was holding him in your arms one last time.

Warnings: angst, unrequited love kinda, jealousy, no happy ending

English is not my first language

Word count: 1700

This fic is part of my 600 followers celeration

Sitting alone at the table with dinner served, your gaze traveled from the clock to the door passing by the phone as you waited for a signal from Steve. You were supposed to have a date. You cooked for him, put on a nice outfit and styled your hair, only to have him stand you up. Again. It wasn't the first time Steve had been late for one of your dates and you knew it wouldn't be the last, not as long as she was still in his life.

Nancy Wheeler was the reason behind all your problems, fears and insecurities. She was everything you weren't —pretty, smart, charismatic, popular— and even though her relationship with Steve had ended a long time ago, she still held the key to his heart. He was still in love with her and it seemed there was nothing you could do to change that. No matter how hard you tried to push her out of his heart, to replace her, it was all in vain. He would never look at you the way he looked at her.

Of course Steve wouldn't admit that out loud. When he was with you he would shower you with gifts and compliments, telling you how happy he was to have you by his side and how he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. But you knew those were half-truths. He did love you, but not like he loved Nancy. You didn't need to hear him say it to know it, you could sense it in his kisses and the way he looked at you. That special sparkle in his eyes when he looked at her disappeared when he turned his gaze to you.

You were his consolation prize, his second choice. He was with you because he couldn't be with her, you knew that from your first date. You knew he didn't love you but still you stayed by his side, keeping the naive illusion that someday things would change. You hoped you could make him fall in love with you over time, show him that he had nothing to miss about his relationship with Nancy. Unlike her, you did love him and you hoped that would be enough to make him forget about her.

Still, your relationship wasn't terrible. Most of the time you didn't even remember Nancy and all that she entailed since Steve didn't mention her very often. All of your friends agreed that you were a wonderful couple. You two loved each other and spent most of your free time together. Steve loved to take you on dates and give you gifts, although your favorite times with him were when you would lie on the couch and watch a movie cuddling, enjoying each other's warmth and company. You forgot all your worries when he wrapped his arms around you and held you close to his body, finding peace in the soft sound of his heart beating against his chest. The world around you ceased to exist in those moments, there were no fears or insecurities, just you and Steve.

The memory of those moments was what made situations like the one you were going through now more tolerable. You knew that Steve was with her while you were saving the leftovers from the dinner you had worked so hard to prepare. You knew that Nancy was once again the reason your boyfriend missed one of your dates, but you also knew that she didn't love him, not like you did. They didn't share those special moments you had. She didn't hug him tightly or talk to him as lovingly as you did. She didn't hold him at night, stroking his hair tenderly until he fell asleep in your arms. She didn't leave a little bit of her heart in every single thing she did for him. You did all those things. You and only you. Steve was dating you and not her. Nancy might still hold the key to his heart, but it was only a matter of time before she lost it to you.

When the phone rang you rushed to pick it up, hoping to hear your boyfriend's voice on the other end of the line. You smiled when you discovered that it was indeed him, momentarily forgetting all the pain you felt as you listened to his voice.

"I'm so sorry I'm late, I lost track of time." Steve apologized, sounding genuinely sorry. "I promise I'll make it up to you."

You were ready to forgive him and forget the whole thing, like you used to do when these things happened, but then you heard her voice in the background and jealousy took over you again. Nancy laughed in the distance, happy, while you climbed the walls of your house imagining what Steve could be doing with her for so long. It felt like she was taunting you, like she knew you were being killed slowly by uncertainty and it amused her. Your jealousy-blinded mind felt attacked by her, further aggravating your temper.

"It's fine," you said in a dry tone that denoted the complete opposite of your words. "Just get home soon."

He told you he loved you before he cut the call short, but you were too hurt and angry at the time for his words to soften your heart. You dropped onto the couch, defeated by the storm of conflicting emotions swirling inside you. You didn't know what to do, what voice to listen to. You loved Steve, but you honestly didn't know how much longer you could go on like this, missing him even when he was by your side, dreading every time she was near, competing for his heart.

You knew that he didn't love you yet, you could live with it as long as there was a possible future for you. You needed to know that all the effort you were making now was not in vain, that you had a chance at happiness. You needed Steve to assure you that he wasn't going to leave you for Nancy at any time. You were willing to keep working on your relationship, to bet on a future together if he was too. You wanted to think that you knew he did, that asking him something like that was silly since it was obvious that Steve wanted to be with you, but the truth was that you didn't. You knew he loved you and was happy with you, but you weren't sure he was as invested in his relationship as you were. And you needed to make sure you weren't wasting your time with him. You needed to know if Steve wanted to put his past with Nancy behind him, because nothing you did would matter if he wasn't willing to forget her.

So in the heat of the moment you decided to give him an ultimatum. Steve would have to choose between Nancy or you because you couldn't go on living in doubt. Jealousy and uncertainty were eating you up inside at all hours, slowly transforming you into a version of you that you didn't recognize. You didn't want to let your insecurities get the best of you, it was time to do something about it.

You had to put an end to your suffering, even if it meant ending your relationship with Steve. You knew it would hurt if he rejected you, but at this point you were convinced that anything was better than the damn uncertainty.

Part of you felt bad about your decision, thinking it was unfair of you to attack Steve with an ultimatum like that. But it was also unfair to live the way you did, so you tried your best to stick to your decision. You paced back and forth as you waited for your boyfriend to arrive, your mind full of fake scenarios about what might happen. You tried to stay calm, to not let your nerves get the better of you as you imagined the worst outcome, ignoring the voice in your mind that told you this was a bad idea. You decided to focus on what you would say to him, planning your words carefully so as not to sound too harsh but still remain firm. You wanted Steve to know that you meant business without coming across as overbearing since you understood that this was a difficult situation for him as well.

You had your speech all prepared by the time you felt the sound of the door. You jumped to your feet, approaching the entrance to greet Steve as you went over the words you had prepared over and over in your mind. ‘Stay strong, you got this' a voice in your head encouraged you, trying to calm the nerves storming inside you as the door slowly opened, revealing your boyfriend on the other side.

You tried to stand your ground, but all your anger disappeared as soon as you saw the remorseful puppy expression on Steve's face. He was looking at you with guilt in his big brown eyes and a pout on his lips, hiding part of his face behind a bouquet of red roses. He looked adorable, enough to make you forget all the words you had been memorizing for the last half hour.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I know you had a big date planned and I fucked it up, I'm sorry." Steve apologized, the regret clear in his voice. Suddenly, the anger and jealousy you felt minutes before was replaced by fear. Fear of losing him. Fear of never hearing him call you 'baby' again. Fear of never feeling his lips on yours or his arms around your body again. You couldn't lose him, not now when he looked so adorable and apologetic, willing to do anything to make up for his mistake.

"It's fine," you said, letting out a sigh, taking the flowers he offered you and bringing them to your nose to smell the scent.

"I love you," he declared, taking your face in his hands and joining your lips in a kiss. You knew his words were not true, not entirely at least, but you decided to ignore him for the moment, allowing yourself to get lost in the kiss. You decided then that you would let the fantasy continue for one more night. You could talk to him about your feelings in the morning, but right now you didn't want to fight. All you wanted was to hold Steve in your arms as you slept for one last time.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem reader #steve harrington angst #steve harrington x reader angst #steve harrington x female reader #steve harrington #ro's 600 followers celebration

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pfhwrittes · 3 months

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Excuse me?! Soap being into comeplay broke my brain asdfghjkl;

you're not the only one anon and i love that for you. here have two (or technically three) more soap kinks just for you

warnings: biting, blood play (and menstrual sex).

18+ ONLY please and thank you. i'm trusting you anon that you are 18+ because that post was marked as mature content.

-- continuing the theme that soap is a disgusting, nasty possessive freak of a man (affectionate). that man is so into biting. soap is obsessed with leaving bite marks under your clothes (and yes you had to negotiate the hell out of that one because he just wants everyone to see that you're his BUT because we're gonna go with SSaC practices, he agreed to bite you in places that you can cover easily).

that man loves leaving bruises, but what drives him out of his mind? biting hard enough to draw blood. there's just something about watching the spot where his canine dug in too hard on your thigh well up with a little bead of blood that just sends him into a frenzy. he's so disgusting that he'll lap at it and then worry his teeth into the bite to make it bleed even more. disgusting. i want him in a way that's truly concerning.

speaking of blood, if you're a person that menstruates, he's so into fucking you when you're on your period. i don't mean with his cock (although he would, he wouldn't be able to stop himself), i mean he's fucking his fingers into you. you're just so warm and wet for him. he's fascinated with dragging his bloody fingers out of you and leaving fingerprints on your hips, stomach and thighs before dipping back in to pull moans out of you as he crooks his fingers just right.

-- p.s if you haven't already seen it, read early's post on period sex with soap because it changed my brain chemistry.

edit to add the taglist: @kaadaaan (and if anyone else wants to be tagged pop a request in the replies, i'm not tagging people that request on anon)

#pfh answers #cod fic #john mactavish x reader #here be kink #tw bloodplay #tw menstruation #tw menstruation sex #tw biting #jm

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one-vivid-judgment · 1 month

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ASDFGHJKL! Thanks for doing that last ask! I still feel ashamed but I'm in need of part 2: what if it's the guys (Sawashiro, Takabe, Yamai, Tomizawa, Ebina) who walked in on their s/o touching herself and moaning their names? (>/////<) Many thanks!

Listen, I have so many requests but I'm back on this series so soon because IT'S HOT OKAY 😭😭 Yamai and Tomi specifically, I need you carnally. Y'all are valid as fuck, I know I've said this before but I wanted to remind you anyway.

Jo Sawashiro

Sawashiro didn’t expect to one day be leaving the yakuza, much less with only one eye left. He also didn’t expect you to manage to talk him into going to an actual doctor to check his wounds—but oh well, he likes headstrong women, so really, that’s only another point in your favor.

With his constant hospital visits though, that means Jo sometimes isn’t home for hours at a time. It doesn’t surprise you; his wounds were severe, Ebina really fucked him up and you hope the bastard rots. In any case, him leaving you alone for so long means that, sometimes, you get needy when he’s not around. Meaning that, since he’ll probably be tired when he comes back, you need to take care of yourself. You wouldn’t want Jo to overexert himself just to make you come, after all.

It’s when you’re lying in bed, having fished your old vibrator from the nightstand and slamming it inside, moaning shamelessly and all but screaming Jo’s name so loud the neighbors surely heard you. You peek at the doorway upon hearing something like a floorboard creaking under someone’s weight—and see, it’s not common to see Jo Sawashiro completely speechless, but you may have found just the way.

“Fuck, would you... I can help you with that—Let me help you with that.”

Mamoru Takabe

You knew Takabe was dedicated to his job when you started dating him. In fact, that’s kinda what attracted you to him at first: devoted, attentive man like him? You didn’t stand a chance. But, as it were, that trait of his can also be a flaw sometimes; mainly, when Takabe stays at Seiryu HQ way past midnight to get work done or help his boys with whatever business they are up to. Thankfully, that doesn’t happen too often. When it does though, Takabe’s absence is very noticeable.

Tonight is one of those nights where Takabe stays at HQ till the wee hours and comes home late. Of course it had to be today, when you’ve been horny out of your mind since you woke up. A quickie in the morning wouldn’t have solved that, you know it wouldn’t have, that’s why you didn’t ask for one before he left. You kind of regret that when the clock strikes twelve and Mamoru still isn’t home. Well, time for plan B: taking matters into your own hands.

You leave the bedroom door wide open, in case Takabe comes home. Might as well give him a show—you haven’t had sex in how long now? All because of his stupid job... But now it’s not the time for that. Now it’s time to let your imagination run wild, maybe think about everything you know Takabe would do to you if he were home—scenarios that might come true sooner rather than later, you realize when his name spills from your lips and you hear someone chuckling from the other side of the room.

“I’ve neglected you lately, haven’t I? I’m sorry, that was rude of me. Let me make it up to you, yeah?”

Yutaka Yamai

Yamai is a lot of things. A selfish lover is definitely not one of those. You can have the highest sex drive in the world and he’ll be more than happy to give you what you want. He gets a kick out of indulging you, in a way. Still, he’s the leader of his own syndicate; he can’t just let his guys run amok, can he? There’s got to be some order. Meaning he can’t always indulge you, even if he wants to.

Today has been a long day. Work fucking sucked, the food sucked, everything sucked and all you need is Yamai to fuck your brains out until you don’t know your name anymore. Which fucking sucks again, since he’s been dragged into some other mess on the other side of town and God knows when he’ll come back. The pillow still kinda smells like him though...

Humping the pillow is not usually your go to, but fuck, does it smell like Yamai. Just as cold as he is, too. No wonder you start moaning his name sooner rather than later. You can almost picture him just standing there, watching in amusement as you desperately breathe in his scent straight from the pillow you’re humping—maybe because he is there. Standing there, watching in amusement as you desperately breathe in his scent straight from the pillow you’re humping.

“Well, shit, ain’t you a pretty sight. You don’t mind if I stay and watch the rest of the show, do you?”

Eric Tomizawa

Tomi is a taxi driver. Meaning that, again, he’s out and about more than he’d probably like. You understand though—a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do to put food on the table. He wants a family, after all, and money’s not gonna materialize out of thin air, is it? Oh, and also, when he comes home with all the pent up stress, he fucks you hard, says the filthiest shit, too.

Honestly though, he’s given you way too much material to fantasize about when you are all alone. Like that one time he went off about how he’d keep you as his personal cockwarmer during work hours, pushing your head down as far as it’d go and making you choke on his cock. And yeah, the thought sounds hotter than it has any right to be—and it’s all Tomi’s fault for getting those ideas into your head, cause now you’re all hot and bothered and he’s not there to do anything about it.

So, you’re going at it, one of Tomi’s shirts that you’ve fished from the closet pressed to your nose and so so close. And you moan his name, and that’s when you hear something drop and stop. And poor Tomi looks so flustered, so confused but also so into what he sees, you kinda want to jump him and eat him right up.

“Oooh shit. You can’t—You can’t do this to me, I’m not that strong, I... God, you’re so fucking wet. Did I do that?”

Masataka Ebina

Ebina does what he wants, when he wants. If you want to have sex while he’s busy at the office, he’ll skip out of work for an hour or two to go take care of you. If you are his girl, he’s spoiling you rotten, with gifts and with actions.

Thing is, you do find it amusing to be bratty every once in a while. He doesn’t like disobedience, and if you are, he’ll teach you a proper lesson. That’s what makes it so much fun to tease him. You don’t have to masturbate if you’re with him, but you still do—mostly because you want him to catch you and punish you. It’s all very deliberate, really.

He knows how much of a brat you are. That’s why it doesn’t faze him when he finds the bedroom door wide open, your legs spread wide in the bed, naked and moaning his name like your life depends on it. Which, maybe it does—he’ll have to bend you over his knee first.

“Whoever would’ve guessed my darling was such a slut. Was waiting five minutes really too much for you? Desperate little whore...”

#ryu ga gotoku #like a dragon infinite wealth #lad infinite wealth #yakuza 8 #yakuza like a dragon #jo sawashiro #mamoru takabe #yutaka yamai #eric tomizawa #masataka ebina #.txt #anon ask #yakuza headcanons #nsft headcanon

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