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suhnshinehaos · 10 months

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' ACCIDENTALLY IN LOVE ' | c. hansol

synopsis : the one where you get into an arranged marriage with your childhood best friend vernon, but neither of you seem to mind that much pairing : vernon x gn!reader genre/s : mini smau, non-idol au, fluff, little bit of angst

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five (finale!)

walks with hansol aren’t always silent. when they are, they’re almost always comfortable. tonight isn’t one of those nights. you always know when there’s something on his mind. you see it in the way his gaze combs through every inch of the venue grounds, each step cautious and careful. he keeps his hands behind his back as both of you walked past a wooden sign, pointing one way to a quaint little building meant for the ceremony and the reception tent.

you head for the direction of the building.

the small building was mostly empty, except for the rows of chairs and wooden arch decorated with dried and fake flowers at the very end of the room that had been set-up earlier in the day. both of you opted to keep the wedding small. only sending out invites to family, close friends, and — of course — business associates.

you absently run your hand over the backs of each wooden chair as you follow hansol. he’s a few steps ahead, but both of you make your way down the aisle. it’s only then that it finally, truly, sinks in what was going to happen tomorrow.

you’re going to marry your best friend. your hansol. your sol, with the brightest smile you’ve ever seen. with the most comforting voice you’ve ever known. the same kid you’ve known before you could even walk on two feet.

“are you sure you want to go through with this?”

his voice snaps you out of your train of thought. hansol has already reached the end of the aisle and he’s looking at you with expectant eyes. his voice is soft, hesitant, the most worried you had ever heard it.

you don’t hide your confusion as you pick up your pace until you reach him. you raise a brow, standing just a few feet in front of him. “why are you asking me that? of course, i want to go through with it.”

you reach out, grab both of his hands, and give them gentle squeeze. hansol squeezes back, taking a deep breath, and gathering all the courage he has in himself. “you know how when we go on these late night walks, when you can’t sleep, or i get caught up in work?”

“mhmm.”

“you know the phrase i always say?”

“the moon is beautiful.” you let out a quiet exhale, recalling the words he always spoke to you. in a voice that’s tender and yet somewhat distant, as if he doesn’t want you to hear. but you always do.

and he knows that you do.

“to you, this could just be a business deal. a means to an end-”

your eyes widen, voice rising uncharacteristically as you cut him off. “that’s not how i see it at all. you know that.”

“you’re marrying your best friend.” he smiles, albeit sadly, and shakes his head immediately after. hansol lets go of your hands and lets his own fall at his sides, defeated. “it’s different for me… i’m marrying my best friend, and the love of my life.”

you feel tears prick at the corner of your eyes, but you blink them back and you let hansol continue speaking.

“going through with this is fine by me, but i don’t want you to wake up one day and regret it. because i love you. i don’t know why, or how, but i’ve never known a day where i didn’t love you.”

the weight of his words sit heavy on your chest, and you don’t let the silence last more that a few seconds. you reach a hand towards your pockets and pull out a bracelet. “i’ve been meaning to find a way to give this to you, i was hoping to do it before the actual ceremony. this wedding has been so publicized, and i wanted to take a moment that’s just between us two. no cameras, no press, no board members.”

you take his left hand and hansol lets you place the bracelet around his wrist. it’s a simple chained gold bracelet, but threaded through the loops are strands of cotton strings from a friendship bracelet you had made him in your childhood. you smile as his eyes light up in recognition.

“where did you find this?”

“i had some help from wonwoo. it took him a while to find that. i have one with the bracelet you made me, but it’s in my room and i didn’t wear it so i don’t spoil the surprise.” you laugh, shrugging your shoulders. “i know this wedding changes a lot of things, most of which are on the business side of things. it won’t change a lot either. you know, we’re not doing rings or taking each other’s last names. it doesn’t change the fact that we will take care of each other. and it doesn’t change the fact that i’m in love with you.”

his eyes widen in shock. “but wonwoo?”

“well, since he was older, it was kind of expected that i would marry him. and i thought, if i spoke of it enough times, i could will it into existence that he was the one i had feelings for.” you sighed. “but i’m standing here with you tonight, very much in love with you, like i have been the past couple of years. and i will stand with you tomorrow, in front of our friends and family, letting everyone know that this feeling isn’t going to change.”

hansol stands there, completely and utterly speechless. but mostly because he knows mere words would never be enough to express everything that he feels for you. so instead, he pulls you in for a kiss.

from reese, with love <3

and this ends the story of hansolyn !! they are so dear to me, thank you for joining me on this little adventure !! i hope enjoyed this story, and as always, i'd love to know what you think !! reading all your asks/rbs/replies is one of the highlights of writing these little brainrots <3 hope you're all doing well and taking care !!

ps. yes, i used 'the moon is beautiful' (pls look this up if u dont know what it means, it's v sweet hehe) as a plot moment again-- i just cant help it,, it was right there cmon sol like the sun and now we have yn and the moon sdfghjkl

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straykeedz · 7 months

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day 2: lee know + accidental stimulation

©straykeedz

tw: bff2l; female anatomy; just soft sex on the couch; very brief nipple play; unprotected piv sex (don’t do this at home 🤨); pull out method; ♡

wc: 3,3k

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smut below the cut, minors dni.

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Minho’s hands are all over your skin - touching, brushing, groping, scraping, squeezing your body in whatever way he pleases, as he leaves hungry kisses on your neck and collarbone. At the same time, he slides his hard dick between your wet folds, tip repeatedly brushing against your clit, making you whimper every single time, muffling the sounds that escape your lips with the back of your hand as his movements practically drive you crazy.

“You’re so wet, baby. So, so wet. I could slip right in.”, he chuckles, collecting some of your arousal with the pad of his fingers, pleased with what he finds between your legs - a literal mess.

You want him to. You want him to just stop teasing you and fucking put it in instead. You want to feel him, feel the velvety tip of his cock part your slit and finally enter you, you want him to sink in your body, you want him to lose his mind as he thrusts his hard cock back and forth inside of you, you want him to unravel under your touch just like you’re doing right now under his.

“Please do.”, you grab him by the wrist, hissing when his dick brushes against your clit once more - you’re already so close to cumming, but you want to feel him properly first.

“You want me to?” Minho asks you, dark brown, boba eyes staring into yours. You nod slowly, and you feel him move one hand to wrap his slender fingers around his velvety cock, ready to align it to your entrance - the very tip now kissing your wet slit, ready to welcome him inside.

He notices you tensing up a bit, your body stiff under his. With his other hand he caresses your cheek, before smiling warmly at you. “I’m right here, you’re safe with me.”, he whispers on your lips. “I’m gonna take care of you.”

And before he can place his lips on top of yours or push his cock inside, you wake up.

You blink a couple of times, sight still a bit blurred, as you sit up on… Minho’s couch? How come you’re on… oh. Now you remember - you’re at Minho’s place. Fuck, there’s no way you just had a wet dream about your best friend while being asleep on said best friend’s couch - is there? Your heart is still hammering in your chest and you can’t stop repeating the scene in your dreams over and over in your head. What does this even mean? Never in your eleven years of friendship with Minho you had a wet dream about him - except maybe one time, but you were drunk and particularly horny so it doesn’t really count.

“Ah, I see you woke up.”, a voice behind you startles you, making your body jolt up. You turn around only to find Minho with two mugs in his hands, the hot steam fogging his glasses a bit. “I’m sorry I startled you. Here, I made tea.”

He places the mug on the small table besides the couch - you smile when you recognize the mug. It’s actually his favorite mug - with cat faces printed all over it, but he knows you love it, so he doesn’t mind you borrowing it whenever you hang out at his place.

“Thank you.”, you smile at him.

“Did you have a bad dream?” Minho asks as he sits down on the chair next to his couch.

“What?”

“You were squirming a lot while sleeping, I assumed you were having a nightmare or something.”, he shrugs, taking a sip of tea.

Your eyes widen, and you can feel your cheeks turn red because no, you weren’t having a nightmare. In fact, it was far from it. You were actually having a sex dream about your best friend, the same best friend who is in the same room as you.

“Oh, right. Yeah, a nightmare.”, you lie, shrugging as you bring the cup of tea to your lips.

“Was it scary?” Minho asks.

“Very.”, you answer with a chuckle.

He doesn’t have to know the truth - plus it was scary. Dreaming of sleeping with your best friend? Terrifying. Not because he’s unattractive or anything, quite the opposite actually. However, you don’t need to overthink this - it was just a dream. People dream of weird things all the time, it’s not uncanny. It doesn’t mean you’re in love with Minho or anything.

“Was I in the dream?”

You nearly choke on your tea. “What?”, you cough.

“I heard you whispering my name while you were sleeping.” Minho states matter-of-factly, not particularly bothered.

Great. First you dream of your best friend naked, about to make love to y- have sex with you, and then you apparently whisper his name in your sleep. Was there anything else embarrassing you’d done when unconscious that you’re unaware of?

“Oh, yeah, you…” Were naked on top of me and about to put your dick in my pussy. “You slayed the dragon. Of my nightmare.”, you come up with a lie, and pray to God it sounds convincing.

“I knew I’d make a hell of a knight.”, he chuckles. “Was my armor shiny?”

You automatically think back of how there was literally no armor, but then again - you can’t really say anything.

“Very.”, you cut it short. “Now help me with this stupid project.”, you try to change the subject, and it works, because Minho instantly nods and connects his computer to the ac to help you with the brief report you have to submit to your boss.

You’ve been working at your report for less than ten minutes when a sudden lightning makes your body jolt, followed by a loud thunder, which inevitably results in a power failure, and you and Minho are left in the darkness of his living room - even the computer shut down since its battery is completely dead when not connected to the ac. As you predicted, it’s just the beginning of a violent thunderstorm.

“Minho, Minho!”, you squeak, and even though you seem calm and composed, he knows deep inside you’re panicking because you’re scared of thunderstorms, a fear you have since you were a child.

“I’m here.”, you feel him getting closer, and you immediately clutch his arm, during your face in his chest as he runs his hand up and down your spine to soothe you. “It’s okay, y/n, everything’s fine.”, he tries to reassure you. “Will you be fine alone for just a couple of seconds?”, he asks you.

You shake your head, gripping on his shirt tight. “No, don’t leave, please.”, you beg.

He places a soft kiss on top of your head, his hand still rubbing gentle shapes on your back and shoulders. “Hey, it’s fine. I’ll just go see if I have any candles I can lit. It’s pitch black in here.”, he explains.

“Fine.”, you give in, loosening the grip on his shirt. “But please be quick.”

Minho comes back in the living room less than a couple of minutes later, and you can’t really see him, but he has three or four candles in his hands - his phone in his mouth with the torch on to make sure he doesn’t accidentally stumble. He places them on the small table, then retrieves a pack of matches from the pocket of his sweats, and proceeds to light them one by one. Once he’s done, the room is not pitch dark anymore - the faint light the candles provide is enough to at least allow you to see each other.

“Done.”, he announces, blowing on the match to extinguish the flame, proud with himself. “Now stay here while I try to figure out how to get the power back on.”, he tells you.

Minho is back five minutes later, soaking wet, damp hair stuck on his forehead - but the dark room is the evidence that he did not manage to get the power back. He shakes his head and sighs in defeat as he removes his drenched and muddy shoes.

“I don’t think the power’s going to be back soon.”, he mutters, and he’s about to say something else when another thunder, much louder than the previous ones, makes the both of you jump - and your body starts shaking.

“Minho!”, you call his name, and he immediately rushes to your side, sensing the panic in your voice.

As soon as he’s by your side, you clutch his shirt, burying your face in his chest. He tries to protest at first, muttering something along the line of “My shirt is drenched, you’ll get wet.”, but you don’t care. You just need him close.

“Shit, y/n, you’re shaking like a leaf.” Minho comments, placing one hand on the back of your head, his damp fingers caressing your hair as you’re pressed against his the crook of his neck. “There’s nothing to be scared of, y/n. I’m right here, you’re safe.”, he whispers, one hand on your back.

Maybe it’s what he says - the exact words he’d uttered in your dreams, when he was about to push his cock inside of you, maybe it’s how he says it - whispering the words in your ear, voice low as it vibrates in his chest, sending a shiver down your spine; or maybe it’s where he says it - in his poorly lightened living room, which makes it ten times more romantic. You don’t know what it is, but you can’t help but feel a knot in your stomach as you feel your arousal begin to pool in your underwear as your heartbeat picks up its pace. You’re sure Minho didn’t say those words in hopes to turn you on - but he did anyways, albeit accidentally.

Something changed in the way you’re gripping on his shirt - Minho can feel it, and he can also feel the way you’re desperately trying to squeeze your leg and rub yourself in order to find some relief without being too obvious about it but of course, mission failed, because Minho notices. He notices and he can’t pretend he doesn’t feel the familiar warmth building up in his stomach as he swallows the lump in his throat, because he can feel his cock getting harder in the confines of his sweats. The way he’s softly breathing in your ear sends a shiver down your spine, goosebumps all over your skin.

Minho’s hand, which was previously on the back of your head gently stroking your hair, moves to your shoulders first, then on your arm - bare since you’re wearing a short sleeved shirt -, brushing the skin softly with the back of his knuckles all the way to your wrist. Meanwhile, he moves his head so that his sharp nose is now brushing against your ear, so close to your jawline and neck - which does not help at all with the pool of wetness in your underwear. In fact, it makes the situation even worse, to the point that you can feel your panties are entirely soaked. He intertwines his fingers with yours - delicately, discreetly, and when he feels you squeezing his hand back, he takes it as a sign to continue.

The tip of his nose brushes on your exposed neck, which makes you almost whimper - you have to suppress it by biting your lower lip, and Minho wishes you didn’t. When he brushes his lips against the vein on your neck, tho, there’s no way you can stop a choked moan from escaping your throat - closing your eyes in anticipation, impatient to feel his lips on you. When he does place his lips on you - it feels magical. He kisses and licks and bites the skin of your neck, and then right below your jawline, and then on the back of your ear, making you shiver and kick your head back.

That’s when you meet his eyes for the first time - and you see something new in his, something you’ve never seen before, something you can’t comprehend right now. And you don’t know it, but that’s exactly what Minho’s thinking right now as he looks you in the eyes, blown pupils, you’re looking at him through your eyelashes - he’s looked you in the eyes a million times before, but they never were like they are right now. Not once. Moreover, you look flustered, he notices - cheeks puffy and red. You bite your lower lip, and it’s almost imperceptible, especially in the barely lightened room, but Minho notices it. He notices it, and takes it as an invitation to link your lips - fingers still intertwined with yours while his other hand rests on your lower back. When he leans in, you don’t move, you don’t pull away or anything - in fact, you stay right there and lean in as well, closing your eyes as your heart hammers in your chest.

Minho’s lips feel even better on yours, they’re soft and, surprisingly, not dry at all - when you brush your tongue on his lower lip, you can’t help but notice how he tastes of green tea, a reminiscence of the hot beverage he’d prepared for you both. It doesn’t take long before the kiss turns into an heated make-out session, and at some point Minho moves his hand from your back to the back of your head, which allows him to crash his lips on yours even harder.

It doesn’t look like a first kiss at all, and, truth be told, it doesn’t feel like one either. It feels almost natural - as if you and him have been doing this for forever, at least a million times before, which is something that can’t be further from the truth.

You only pull away from each other when Minho feels you tugging at his damp shirt, a clear signal you want it off. With one last peck on your lips, he lets go of your hand and removes his shirt - pulling it by the collar and throwing it somewhere in his living room. Then, his lips are back on yours, and it’s his hands that are tugging at your shirt now, as he helps you take it off, leaving you in your bra in front of him. It’s not even one of your sexiest bras, it’s one you use regularly, and it’s pretty worn out, but Minho doesn’t seem to care.

You’re now lying on the couch, your bodies pressed together - your bra is the only thing that’s in the way of feeling your bare chests. Minho’s breath hitches in his throat when you hook your thumbs on the waistband of his sweats and gently start to pull them down his legs - he didn’t think you’d be going that far tonight. He kneels between your legs, not even thinking about stop kissing you, and pulls his sweats down the curve of his ass and slides them down his thighs, freeing his cock, which slaps on his abdomen. It’s long and hard, slightly curved - and it looks absolutely delicious.

You prop yourself on your elbows when Minho tugs at your jeans - undoing the button and unzipping them incredibly fast despite his shaking hands, and you lift your ass to facilitate him as he slides them off your thighs. They end up on the floor, next to his, together with your underwear. It’s pointless to keep your bra on given the fact you’re both naked from the waist down, so you quickly unclasp it and let it fall on the floor as well.

It should feel at least a little weird, right? Your best friend practically staring at your chest, your eyes on his cock, however it doesn’t. It feels natural. He positions himself between your legs once again, body lying flat on yours as he rests on his elbows so that he doesn’t crush you. Then, he latches his lips and tongue to one of your nipples, taking it into his warm and wet mouth - you let out a choked moan, kicking your head back as you entangle your fingers in his dark hair. With the fingers of his hand, he plays with your other nipple, lightly squeezing it between the pads of his thumb and index, as his teeth gently scrape the other one.

All your life you thought Minho was an ass man and here he is - proving you wrong, sucking on your tits as if it’s his last meal.

He spends a good five minutes there - licking, lapping, sucking on your nipples, before you gently tug at his hair, so he snaps his head up in your direction, and instantly knows what you want, what you need. He reads it in your eyes, in your swollen lips, in your flustered cheeks, in the way you open your legs a little wider. He simply nods, then smile sheepishly at you as he wraps his slender fingers around his length, finally aligning its tip to your entrance, coating it in your arousal.

You can’t help but think of the dream you had earlier, and you also can’t help but certify that this feels a thousand times better.

The choked sound that escapes his throat once he pushes the tip of his cock inside your walls is a blessing to your ears, and the way he closes his eyes shut and kicks his head back, mouth agape, is absolutely ethereal. He pushes the rest of his length inside of you slowly, careful not to hurt you - he won’t, you’re insanely wet, there’s no way he could hurt you. Plus, the stretch is insanely good, and you can’t help but notice that he feels perfect inside of you - he fills you up just right.

Once he’s fully set inside of you, he takes a couple of seconds to look at you in search for any sign of discomfort or uncertainty, but then you cup his face in your palms and crash your lips onto his. He smiles into the kiss, and slowly starts to thrust inside of you, savoring the way your tight walls squeeze him each time he pushes back inside, deeper and deeper. He rocks his hips at a steady pace, back and forth, and latches his mouth to your neck, sucking and licking the flesh as he grabs one boob in his palm; he won’t stop touching you - hands all over your body, on your boobs, on your hips, on your thighs, then he rests them by each side of your face as he caresses your cheeks with his thumbs, still thrusting inside of you at a steady rhythm.

Minho makes love to you. It’s not sex, it can’t be - it’s too intimate and heartfelt to be just casual sex.

He makes love to you tight there, on his couch in the middle of his poorly lighted living room, where the only thing that can be heard apart from the heavy rain are the sounds of your moans and whimpers, your heavy breaths as well as the squelching sound that accompanies Minho’s thrusts. He makes love to you just like you make love to him - intensely, clutching his shoulders as you come, unexpectedly and with a shaky whimper of his name.

“Minho…”, you pant, kicking your head back and shutting your eyes closed as your toes curl while you release around him, squeezing his length incredibly tight. So tight it only takes him a couple more thrusts to find his own release, pulling out of you just in time to shoot his semen on your stomach with a deep grunt, before collapsing on top of you, resting his head on your breasts as you both try to catch your regular breathings.

You lie there for a while, your fingers entangled in Minho’s hair as he occasionally places soft kisses on the skin of your collarbone and breasts. Neither of you speaks, words are unnecessary right now - besides, you spoke a lot minutes before, just not using words. You let your hearts talk, communicate your feelings, beating fast in your chests.

Then, all of a sudden, the power is back on - and you can’t help but think the blackout might’ve been some twist of fate to help you realize that maybe all you wanted all along was right by your side, in the form of brown boba eyes and a cat-like smile.

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zephestia · 1 year

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01 | catastrophe — caught in the act

you shake your head, charging your phone then putting it down on the nightstand. it's one and a half in the morning, and you have a class later at seven.

you should've gone to bed earlier, instead of doing something that is less of a priority than your studies. but your room was a ship wreck, and at least now you won't be waking up with spiders in your mouth and roaches crawling on your hand. not like it ever happened before, fortunately.

as you close your eyes, you remember an incident from a few minutes ago, in which you just happened to caught your neighbor in the act of violating the dormitory rule. of course, you don't really care about the part where he broke a rule. actually, you would've done exactly the same if your best friends didn't convinced you not to. it's just a bit hard for you to immediately move on with life—after said incident—when you found out that your neighbor turned out to be a pretty boy who (probably) love cats as much as you do.

it was really cute too—the way he tried to hide his cat by putting it on top of his head, covered by his hood. obviously, it didn't work, but he definitely earned an "A" from you for effort, and a plus (+) for looking effortlessly good.

speaking of which, you wonder what kind of guy he is. from the way he barely reacts when he realized he had been spotted doing something that could be considered as illegal—in the campus ground at least—he could be a level-headed guy. but again, someone who's sensible should've known that there are more loss than gain from doing something so risky. he better be grateful that you were the one who saw him and not anybody else.

you were a college freshman who just moved into your dormitory. as it happens, you accidentally caught sight of your not-so-slick neighbor from the room across yours snuck in a cat. being the good person that you are, you didn't confront him nor did you snitch on him. well, that was until you got the chance to use that information against him. not so good anymore, are we?

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dimepdf · 2 years

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𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓. + 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄, 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄, 𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. their reaction when you say that you love them for the first time!

pairing. eddie munson x reader , steve harrington x reader , robin buckley x reader.

word count. 0.3k

genre and warnings. cute lil headcanons, pet names, tooth rotting fluff, if you squint slightly suggestive, none gender specific | — idk wht the fuck this is, its just something sweet for the fucking kids okay?

Eddie

"I’m sorry you said what, wanna repeat that just one more time, doll?" Eddie teased his eyes, squinting as his lips creased into that iconic shit-eating grin.

His arms were holding him up as he trapped you against the mattress, his chest pressed against yours as you couldn't help the laughter that erupted from your throat, your cheeks practically sore from smiling so hard at your boyfriend.

"I’m kidding, I...I love you too." He grinned, ducking his chin into the crease of your neck, the brush of his whisper against his ear hiding the pale pink flush on his face from you.

Steve

Steve had stopped everything he was doing, the stacks of tapes in his hands tumbling out of his hands and smacking hard against the ground, you know, when cramped up in the back room of the movie shop during his shift.

Steven and Robin would practically sneak you in during closing hours from their manager being the main entertainment.

This was also the reason that they would never tear each other apart during working hours.

"R—really? Like, you're not...joking?" Steve asked, his voice falling into a whisper as Robin was in the other room with a customer. You bit your lip from how close he was pressed against you, let alone stuck tight in a closet together.

"Of course, stupid," you confirmed, sealing it in with a kiss.

Robin

It was like you had clicked on a different part of her brain, Robin, accidentally blowing air into the straw of the milkshake you two were sharing in the back room of ChipsAhoy.

A spray of vanilla ice cream coating your employee uniform makes you flinch away from the cup with a throaty laugh.

Watching a pale flush of pink spread across her freckled-covered face, Robin was definitely surprised by your sudden declaration of emotion.

"I—I knew that," Robin smirked, wiping the stains from her shirt as you two paused, glancing at each other before bursting out laughing.

"But, you know, I love you too." She admitted it with a chuckle, averting her eyes away from yours before leaping from her seat.

Her arms supported her weight as she reached for your side of the table and pecked your lips quickly before anyone could see.

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saleeba · 1 year

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rules + more info ᥫ᭡

— i don’t write about r*pe, cnc, cheating, reader as a celeb’s fam member, blood/gore, abuse, incest, minors.

— i tend to stay away from mentioning the reader’s skin colour, hair type, hair colour, body type/shape etc unless otherwise stated (eg south asian or plus size reader). as a plus sized poc that has been reading fanfic for years, i know how important it is to be inclusive and not have a certain demographic in mind when writing. even so, please tell me if i ever do slip up!

— please check the status of the request box section on my homepage before sending in a request!

— if you send a request in, i’ll respond to it first and then get to working on it! that way i can make sure i don’t accidentally delete your request and that it’s safe on my blog plus it pushes/motivates me to actually write the piece! ^_^ (once the fic is written, i include a link back to the original ask/request in the a/n!)

— please feel free to leave any thoughts or feedback in the comments or my ask box! i love to hear what you all think! my asks are also open to whatever you want to say: wanna gush over a certain celeb? you’re more than welcome to! wanna tell me about your day? i would LOVE to know! :D

my tags explained:

˗ˏˋ 📝 ˎˊ˗ = my own original fics/writing

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‧₊˚💬彡 = a fic that has been requested

#hiiii everyone just putting this up here !! i’ll mostly likely be updating it if i think of anything else #so pls do keep checking here!! :D #piku.txt

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boltcuttersfetched-archive · 2 years

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thank you to @finalgirl-steve for the tag! 🔖💗

slow burn or love at first sight (both at the same time, we love mutual pining) // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // oh no there's only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt-comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high school romance or middle aged romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbors or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or gender bend (NEITHER) // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane

tagging my writing buddies @roykentt @finalgirllaurie @metalheadmunson @enfreakment ‼️

#about #bia chat

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side-blog-for-fics · 2 months

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a side blog to reblog and support other writers I love it! only others' writings will go here; I am very unhinged in my support. Please DM me if you want me to delete the reblog. if you're going to follow this blog I urge you to look at the tags down below so you don't get accidentally triggered, there are dark content/taboo things I reblog!!! - I do reblog whole masterlists so I can come back and read each individual post and reblog it! - main @toji-girl-main

please note that if there's a bunch of dark content I will add the most triggering ones and then put #read warnings for the rest! Side note: I do NOT own any of these stories, nor were they written by me. again, this is a side blog to reblog all the wonderful works I come across!!! please also note that when I come back to read a story I will add the appropriate tags but I may forget - there will be porn links as well and audio links as well, if you don't want to see those types of posts then I highly suggest you block and filter my tags!

tags to block | how to block tags

tw: dark content

tw: incest

tw: drugging

tw: monsterfucking

tw: piss

tw: watersports

anything that needs a tw will look like that!

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🔖- read later - for me to come back later and read it!

✔️read - something I've read!

👀watch later - porn links

🎧listen later - audio links

_____ x reader smut

insert fandom x reader smut

sometimes I get so excited I forget to even add the last two so please forgive me, I will try to remember!

#pinned post #dividers done by @/plutism

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synthetictorii · 7 months

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⟡ Prompt list ⟡

To request a prompt fic, just send me the genre, number of the prompt & character who you’d like me to write for. It’s okay to combine more of them too! ♡

🌠 AUs (please specify if you want it to be fluffy/angsty/whatever!)

Coffee shop

Flower shop

Guardian angel

Hanahaki disease

Horror

Hybrid

Mafia

Soulmate

Supernatural/Monster

Yandere

🌺 Fluff

Accidental touches

Being held after a long day

Coffee

Comfortable silence

Finishing each other’s sentences

Flower language

Hanging out with their friends

Matching outfits

Notes randomly found

Pillow fort

Protecting them from teasing

Rainy day

Reassurances

Sharing a bed for the first time

Sharing a hobby

Sharing secrets

Shopping together

Stargazing

Thinking about them when they’re away

Touch starved

Trying a new thing together

Whispers

Witnessing them being whipped on accident

“Can I touch you?”

“Can we talk? What are we? What are we doing?”

“Come closer.”

“Don’t go. Not yet.”

“Forever is a long time, are you sure you can handle it?”

“I can’t sleep, can I stay with you?”

“I hoped I’d meet someone like you for a long time.”

“I like the way things are now.”

“It’s okay, I’m here.”

“No, let me do it.”

“This reminded me of you.”

“Why can’t we stay here forever?”

“You don’t count - I love you.”

“You make me feel alive.”

“Your heart is beating so fast right now.”

🍂 Angst

A ring left behind

An empty side of the bed

Being given one last chance

Dying

Fears

Flinching away from touch

Hearing them cry in the other room

Insecurities

Jealousy

Nightmares

Reaching out without reaction

Rescue (- but is it really?)

Scaring them

Separation

Tears

The silence after an argument

Threats (- or promises?)

Understanding too late

Unfixable

Waiting, unsure whether they’ll come back

Words left unsaid

Words said too late

Yearning

“Can I hug you for the last time?”

“Come back to me if he hurts you.”

“I feel safe with you.”

“I hate this just as much as you, but we have to see this through.”

“I hope you’ll never erase me from your memories.”

“I knew you’d feel guilty.”

“It’s okay, I understand.”

“Just take me home.”

“Maybe it’d be best to just let go.”

“Thank you for being part of my life.”

“Thank you for trying.”

“Why should I trust you again?”

“You owe me much more than that.”

“You’re finally turning your back, but what about me?”

“You always knew this would happen, didn’t you?”

🔥 Smut

Body language

Bulging

Caught masturbating

Cumming into their pants

First to cum loses

Dacryphilia

Distracting

Dom and sub switching positions

Enemies

Exhibitionism

Giggly

Hands

Mirrors

Not allowed to touch

Pushing boundaries

Rings

Ropes

Rough and desperate

Sensory deprivation

Sexting

Slow and sensual

Sub and two polar opposites doms

Toys

Voyeurism

Wearing the other’s clothes

“Do you need help with that?”

“Do you want him/her to touch you?”

“Do you want to feel how hard/wet I am for you?”

“Get over here and make me.”

“I like being close to you. You’re so warm.”

“I’ll let you do anything if you just touch me now.”

“I said you’d get a reward, I didn’t say it would be letting you cum.”

“Keep that up and I won’t last.”

“No, I’m supposed to be making you feel good.”

“Show me how much you missed me.”

“You make a sound and it’s game over.”

“You’re not wearing anything under that, are you?”

“You’re the biggest turn on.”

🔖 Quotes & lyric lines (stuff based on these will reflect the vibe rather than using the quote itself)

I’m not used to being loved. I wouldn’t know what to do.

His gaze touched me before his hands touched me.

You have always wanted to caress every monster.

I want to swallow you, have you melt into me and flow through my veins.

Look at us, alive and amongst the stars.

If only I could turn back time, would I have drawn out a future with you?

I confuse instinct for desire - isn’t bite also touch?

How could I have learned the road if I never looked at anything but you.

Now is the time to devour through the longing.

To love someone is firstly to confess: I’m prepared to be devastated by you.

When I first met you, that’s what I remember. I looked up at the sky and thought, I’m going to love this person because even the sky looks different.

I knew that you yelled “thank you” from the bottom of your heart until the end.

Don’t try to trap us in the word “love” because it’s a greed can’t be filled.

I was born and I met you and I have loved you to death.

I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.

I need to go find you / If I cry now, I might not be able to see you.

Our souls are so in love, but our humans keep getting the way.

But I would never kiss anyone who doesn’t burn me like the sun.

I wanted to hurt you, but the victory was that I couldn’t stomach it.

You will never find tenderness in the Devil’s eyes. What could he possibly look fondly at?

If I get to see you, I shall blossom in this barren earth.

Who wouldn’t want you? Whose most demonic appetite could you possibly fail to answer?

To jump knowing you will be caught is a type of mercy I have never known, yet always craved.

Because we’re young, we’ll regret tomorrow.

When I meet you after time passes / I’ll know (You protected me) / I’ll know (I desired you)

#prompt list

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syntheticfoxfire · 1 year

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⟡ Prompt List ⟡

To request a prompt fic, just send me the genre, number of the prompt & character who you’d like me to write for. It’s okay to combine more of them too! ♡

🌠 AUs (please specify if you want it to be fluffy/angsty/whatever!)

Coffee shop

Flower shop

Guardian angel

Hanahaki disease

Horror

Hybrid

Mafia

Soulmate

Supernatural/Monster

Yandere

🌺 Fluff

Accidental touches

Being held after a long day

Coffee

Comfortable silence

Finishing each other’s sentences

Flower language

Hanging out with their friends

Matching outfits

Notes randomly found

Pillow fort

Protecting them from teasing

Rainy day

Reassurances

Sharing a bed for the first time

Sharing a hobby

Sharing secrets

Shopping together

Stargazing

Thinking about them when they’re away

Touch starved

Trying a new thing together

Whispers

Witnessing them being whipped on accident

“Can I touch you?”

“Can we talk? What are we? What are we doing?”

“Come closer.”

“Don’t go. Not yet.”

“Forever is a long time, are you sure you can handle it?”

“I can’t sleep, can I stay with you?”

“I hoped I’d meet someone like you for a long time.”

“I like the way things are now.”

“It’s okay, I’m here.”

“No, let me do it.”

“This reminded me of you.”

“Why can’t we stay here forever?”

“You don’t count - I love you.”

“You make me feel alive.”

“Your heart is beating so fast right now.”

🍂 Angst

A ring left behind

An empty side of the bed

Being given one last chance

Dying

Fears

Flinching away from touch

Hearing them cry in the other room

Insecurities

Jealousy

Nightmares

Reaching out without reaction

Rescue (- but is it really?)

Scaring them

Separation

Tears

The silence after an argument

Threats (- or promises?)

Understanding too late

Unfixable

Waiting, unsure whether they’ll come back

Words left unsaid

Words said too late

Yearning

“Can I hug you for the last time?”

“Come back to me if he hurts you.”

“I feel safe with you.”

“I hate this just as much as you, but we have to see this through.”

“I hope you’ll never erase me from your memories.”

“I knew you’d feel guilty.”

“It’s okay, I understand.”

“Just take me home.”

“Maybe it’d be best to just let go.”

“Thank you for being part of my life.”

“Thank you for trying.”

“Why should I trust you again?”

“You owe me much more than that.”

“You’re finally turning your back, but what about me?”

“You always knew this would happen, didn’t you?”

🔥 Smut

Body language

Bulging

Caught masturbating

Cumming into their pants

First to cum loses

Dacryphilia

Distracting

Dom and sub switching positions

Enemies

Exhibitionism

Giggly

Hands

Mirrors

Not allowed to touch

Pushing boundaries

Rings

Ropes

Rough and desperate

Sensory deprivation

Sexting

Slow and sensual

Sub and two polar opposites doms

Toys

Voyeurism

Wearing the other’s clothes

“Do you need help with that?”

“Do you want him/her to touch you?”

“Do you want to feel how hard/wet I am for you?”

“Get over here and make me.”

“I like being close to you. You’re so warm.”

“I’ll let you do anything if you just touch me now.”

“I said you’d get a reward, I didn’t say it would be letting you cum.”

“Keep that up and I won’t last.”

“No, I’m supposed to be making you feel good.”

“Show me how much you missed me.”

“You make a sound and it’s game over.”

“You’re not wearing anything under that, are you?”

“You’re the biggest turn on.”

🔖 Quotes & lyric lines (stuff based on these will reflect the vibe rather than using the quote itself)

I’m not used to being loved. I wouldn’t know what to do.

His gaze touched me before his hands touched me.

You have always wanted to caress every monster.

I want to swallow you, have you melt into me and flow through my veins.

Look at us, alive and amongst the stars.

If only I could turn back time, would I have drawn out a future with you?

I confuse instinct for desire - isn’t bite also touch?

How could I have learned the road if I never looked at anything but you.

Now is the time to devour through the longing.

To love someone is firstly to confess: I’m prepared to be devastated by you.

When I first met you, that’s what I remember. I looked up at the sky and thought, I’m going to love this person because even the sky looks different.

I knew that you yelled “thank you” from the bottom of your heart until the end.

Don’t try to trap us in the word “love” because it’s a greed can’t be filled.

I was born and I met you and I have loved you to death.

I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.

I need to go find you / If I cry now, I might not be able to see you.

Our souls are so in love, but our humans keep getting the way.

But I would never kiss anyone who doesn’t burn me like the sun.

I wanted to hurt you, but the victory was that I couldn’t stomach it.

You will never find tenderness in the Devil’s eyes. What could he possibly look fondly at?

If I get to see you, I shall blossom in this barren earth.

Who wouldn’t want you? Whose most demonic appetite could you possibly fail to answer?

To jump knowing you will be caught is a type of mercy I have never known, yet always craved.

Because we’re young, we’ll regret tomorrow.

When I meet you after time passes / I’ll know (You protected me) / I’ll know (I desired you)

#prompt list

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suhnshinehaos · 10 months

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' ACCIDENTALLY IN LOVE ' | c. hansol

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five

from reese, with love <3

yes the title is inspired by that one song from the shrek soundtrack hehe anyways, ik i've been mia and i have a series to update buuuut life's been very chaotic for me lately and i just got hit with big vernon brainrot ;-; i really hope you enjoyed reading this !! i would love to know what you think, and if you want to be part of the taglist for this mini series, just send me an ask or reply to this post ! hope you're all doing well :)

#🔖 — accidentally in love!#seventeen x reader #vernon x reader #seventeen smau #seventeen sm aus #seventeen imagines #seventeen fanfic #seventeen fluff #seventeen series #vernon fluff #vernon fic #vernon scenarios #vernon imagines #vernon smau #svt x reader #svt imagines #svt fluff #svt smau

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gr8ful-co-uk · 1 year

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𝓦𝓮𝓭𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓻 𝓦𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓼 👇 ɢʀ8ꜰᴜʟ Cosy Cape. . ✅【GET CHANGED AND STAY WARM】- The trendy gr8ful changing fleece lined coat is your own personal changing room, flexible underarm design, perfect for changing and keeping your privacy, makes changing in and out of your sweaty clothes or wetsuit easy. No more worrying about finding a changing room at a sporting event or race! No more worrying about your plain towel dropping accidentally! No more worrying about catching a cold after water sports! No more changing in the back seat of the car! ✅【100% WATERPROOF & WINDPROOF】- Our oversized changing jacket is 100% waterproof and windproof. It also has a lovely think fleece lining that is warm and snug on those chilly days. It is so roomy you can easily get changed within the robe! Our hooded poncho robe doubles up as the most trendies of coats. It is thick yet very compact, extremely light weight, easy to carry, you can use it as a towel after water sports, this is everything you need for the winter beach, pool, camping and travel. . 💰 £129 in stock . ❤️Like the photo Type a 🔥 in the comments 🎯 a friend 👐 Share to story . ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ👉@ɢʀ8ꜰᴜʟ.ᴄᴏ.ᴜᴋ ꜰᴏʀ... Running Motivation & Gratitude 𝒦𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃 & 𝒮𝒾𝓂𝑜𝓃 𝐵𝒶𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓎 8* 𝔉𝔢𝔩𝔩 ℜ𝔲𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔰 ɢʙɪᴛ 𝘄𝘄𝘄.𝗴𝗿𝟴𝗳𝘂𝗹.𝗰𝗼.𝘂𝗸 link in bio 👆 𝕊𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕤 𝕘𝕖𝕒𝕣 & 𝕃𝕚𝕗𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕪𝕝𝕖 𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕕 ᗷE Gᖇ8ᖴᑌᒪ ᒪIKE ᗩ ᑕᕼᗩᗰᑭIOᑎ! #gr8ful always ❤️ . 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘳8𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘳8𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘵𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘺 & 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 @𝘨𝘳8𝘧𝘶𝘭.𝘤𝘰.𝘶𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳8𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥! 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳! 🤔❤️📷🔖✔️ . 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: ᴛᴏ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ᴏɴ ɢʀ8ꜰᴜʟ ꜰᴇᴇᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀɢ @ɢʀ8ꜰᴜʟ.ᴄᴏ.ᴜᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴍᴀɢᴇ! . . . #gymclothes #sportsclothing #workout #wearables #coat #cosycape (at The Cloud) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cma7xBCosnJ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#gr8ful #gymclothes #sportsclothing #workout #wearables #coat #cosycape

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straykeedz · 6 months

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day 27: changbin x reader x i.n. + squirting

straykeedz

tw: female anatomy; dirty talking; praise kink if you squint (you don’t have to squint so hard lol); nipple play; clit play; fingering; degradation kink if you squint; ♡

wc: 5k (oops);

this is part of my kinktober masterlist. you can find my regular masterlist here (tho it will not be updated until the end of kinktober) ♡

🔖 : @linos-kitten ; @luneskies ; @kxcies-blog ; @idunnomanmynamewastaken ; @cessixja ; @stolasisyourparent ; @kookiesbunny ; @xoxo-xoxo-bunny ; @ivyskzsworld ; @mal-lunar-28 ; @leetaste ; @sunnykynnie ; @channiesgoodgirl ; @seonghwatoothless ; @mrsminho ; @seungminluv3 ; @jin-from-the-block ; @aaasia111 ; @sulkygyu ; @whosanaanyway ; @y-ur--I ; @vixensss ; @nightimescapes ; @freckleboilix ; @dreamingaboutjisung ; @yourbeomiebear ; @tooskathepiratefromshield ; ♡

smut below the cut, minors dni.

⛲︎

The story of how you ended up fucking your roommate Changbin and his gym bro starts with you eavesdropping. Accidentally, of course.

“- and she squirted.”

You stop right in your tracks, and that causes you to spill water on your clean pajamas and fluffy socks, and you swear under your breath. Changbin, your roommate, and Jeongin, his hot gym bro, are sprawled on your couch, empty bowls of snacks and cans of beer in front of them.

“What conversation did I just walk in to?”, you furrow your eyebrows at them, and chuckle when you see Jeongin starting to get red in the face. He is cute, all flustered and embarrassed - as if he wasn’t just talking about squirt.

“Noona!”, he squeaks, tips of his ears red. “Ah, we were just… just…”, he stutters.

You sit down next to Changbin, and he scoots to make you enough space on the couch. “Ah, Jeongin was just updating me about Chan’s date.”, he explains.

“With the bookshop girl?”, you ask, getting comfortable on the couch, leaning on the cushions, suddenly interested in the conversation, especially since Chan’s been pining over this mystery girl for weeks. Changbin and Jeongin nod. “What happened? I wanna know everything.”

“Yah, you’re so nosy!” Changbin chuckle, shaking his head, playfully slapping your thigh. It isn't unusual for him to be touchy with you, and skinship between the two of you is perfectly common and not weird at all, but it makes your body jolt nonetheless.

“Yah, hyung, don’t be rude to y/n-noona!” Jeongin scolds his hyung.

“I’m not being rude to her, Jeongin-ah.” Changbin clarifies. “Plus, y/n knows I love her.” Another playful slap on your thigh.

You know he meant it in a friendly way - that’s just how Changbin is, playful and easygoing with everyone, a social butterfly. Yeah, he doesn’t love you in a romantic way, he probably just meant it as a friend. He loves you as a friend and a roommate.

“Anyway,” Changbin changes the subject after a few awkward seconds of silence “Chan and this girl went out last Friday.”, he informs you.

“Oh, wow, I’m happy for h-“, you start, but you are quickly interrupted by Changbin.

“And they fucked.”

You blink a couple of times at your friend’s bluntness, then you giggle. “Well, things escalated pretty quickly. Although I didn’t peg him for the kind of guy to kiss and tell.”, you admit. “Not so quickly, at least.”

Both Changbin and Jeongin chuckle at that. “He usually doesn’t, but he had pretty big news this time.”, the older says.

“Yeah, apparently she squirted.”, you giggle, and Jeongin nearly chokes on his own spit - Changbin has to pat him on the back to help him regain his breath.

“Yeah, you…” Jeongin clears his throat. “You weren’t supposed to hear that.”, he says, a bit red in the face - kinda cute, considering that he was talking to Changbin about the filthiest things mere minutes before. Changbin chuckles at Jeongin’s reaction, and the younger boy glares at him.

“Wait, but-“, you start, but interrupt your own thought before you could voice it out properly. It’d be weird to ask them such a thing, wouldn’t it?

“What?” Changbin doesn’t let it slide, of course. Moreover, he sounds genuinely curious about what you were about to say.

“Never mind, not important.”, you wave your hands and desperately try to change the subject, but you should’ve known that it wouldn’t work on them. Curious little fuckers.

“No, no, no, you can’t leave us hanging now, noona!” Jeongin protests.

“Yah, the maknae is right, you can’t.” Changbin adds.

“And I’m the nosy one.”, you shake your head. “I was just curious about…”

“About…?”

Seo Changbin is a menace. Both you and Jeongin glare at him, and he finally shuts his mouth.

“Do… do you guys actually like it?”, your question comes out a lot shyer than you actually intended to, but it really isn’t your fault - it is kinda embarrassing to talk about something like that with your roommate and his friend, who is also your friend, but not the point.

“Like what?” Jeongin asks, eyebrows furrowed, and Changbin has a matching expression on his face. Dumb and dumber.

You groan. “When - ugh, I really hate you…” you sigh. “When a girl… you know… squirts.”, you clear your throat.

Their eyes widen, and their mouths fall open. Then they blink. And then they exchange confused looks. And you feel terribly stupid and ridiculous. You should’ve never opened your mouth, no matter how much the curiosity was eating you alive.

“When you… said us guys…” Changbin clears his throat, and even though he’s trying his best to look you in the eye as he speaks - he can’t help but drop his gaze to his fidgety hands every now and then, unable to hold your gaze. “Did you mean, you know, just guys - like, in general, or… us guys? As in… us?”

Us - as in him and Jeongin, that’s what he means. Jeongin, beside him, raises his eyebrows, but judging by the look he has on his face, you can tell he was probably thinking the same. Actually, your question was a general one - you didn’t mean to direct it specifically to them, but now you have to be honest with yourself and admit to yourself that the curiosity is eating you alive.

“Oh, I- I meant in general.”, you quickly respond.

Changbin nods, then fidgets with the rings on his fingers. “Well, obviously I can’t speak on behalf of all guys, but most of them like it.”

After a few seconds of silence, another question comes out of your lips. “And what about… you?”

Changbin’s eyes widen. Then, he clears his throat. “Uh… I like it.”

“Oh.”

“I like it, too. Very much.” Jeongin butts in after a couple of seconds of silence, raising his hands a bit, which is kinda stupid now that he’s thinking about it, so he lowers it immediately. “And I know a lot of guys who like it, as well.”, he quickly adds. In his defence, he was just trying to make things less awkward.

“A lot?”, you didn’t mean to sound this shocked.

“Duh?”, it’s Changbin who speaks this time, as if you just asked him the most stupid question with the most obvious answer. “I mean, who wouldn’t love to know they’re making their partner feel that good?”

It actually makes sense when he puts it like that, however you’d never been able to see it that way, and you were never able to let yourself go in bed, at least not that much. Having an orgasm during sex isn’t exactly rare for you, but there’s just something about… squirting, that freaks you out. You are scared of making a fool out of you, or that your partner won’t like it, or to simply embarrass yourself - especially during oral or fingering, where you usually feel exposed the most.

“I don’t know, I just thought…”, you shrug “That, you know, they’d find it gross.”

“Gross?”, they say in unison.

You nod. “Yeah, gross.”, you repeat. “I always… hold myself back, you know? When I feel-“, you notice their shocked expressions, their mouths agape. “Wait, maybe that’s tmi.”, you giggle, embarrassed, just realising what you just said.

Maybe it’s not exactly appropriate to talk about your sex life in front of your roommate and his friend, maybe you shouldn’t have told them how you hold yourself back from squirting every time you feel you’re about to do it. And maybe they shouldn’t feel that way about knowing.

“Maybe it’s- maybe it’s not my place to say, but…” Jeongin starts. “If you feel like holding back… then maybe you shouldn’t sleep with people with whom you don’t feel comfortable around. Sex is supposed to be fun and intimate, and you should be free to explore your fantasies. If you can’t do that… maybe you’re not having sex with the right person.”

Jeongin’s right, you know he is. But it’s not that simple - letting yourself go like that is not something you’re sure you’re capable of doing, at least not in front of someone you don’t have a connection with. Plus, the last time you had sex with a man was ages ago, and you can’t even remember what it felt like. And when you’re alone… well, you’ve never felt that sensation. Simple as that.

“I know, and you’re right, but…”, your drop your face into your hands. “It’s incredibly hard to find someone whom I’m comfortable enough with.”

Jeongin seems to have something in mind, but neither you nor Changbin are prepared for the words that left his mouth mere seconds later.

“But you’re comfortable around us, right? Changbin and I.”

The implication behind those words is clear. Changbin, too, stares at him with wide eyes - not because he doesn’t want it, too. The opposite, actually. He wants it a little too much, and Jeongin knew it well - they’d talked about it before, how incredibly hot you are in their eyes. Changbin is about to say something, but you beat him to it.

“Yeah, I am.”

Changbin looks at you shocked, eyebrows raised and eyes open wide. Then, his gaze shifts to Jeongin, who’s smiling from ear to ear. Changbin really can’t believe his friend’s boldness and straightforwardness, but at the same time he wasn’t expecting that kind of reaction from you. He knows you know what Jeongin meant, so what’s the meaning behind your words? Does this means what he think it means?

“We can help you, if you want.”

“Jeongin-ah!” Changbin nearly shouts.

“What?” Jeongin furrows his eyebrows, looking at Changbin as if he just said the most normal thing in the world. “She said she’s comfortable with us, and we both think she’s hot!”

Changbin blushes even more as he mentally takes note to punch Jeongin for that comment, even though he does think you’re hot.

But then, you say - “Alright.”

And when he finds himself in your bedroom, back and shoulders against the headboard as he sits on the mattress, you in his arms, your back against his naked chest, Changbin finds it pretty hard to hate his younger friend for bringing up the subject. You’re in your tank top, not wearing a bra, and your pajama bottoms are lying somewhere on your bedroom floor. You’re not wearing your sexiest panties, but neither Changbin nor Jeongin seem to care.

“We need to get you nice and relaxed for us first, is that okay?” Changbin asks you, running the pads of his fingers up and down your naked arms. You nod, welcoming in his touch.

“Tell us what you want us to do.” Jeongin whispers, his cold, veiny hands on your thighs, making you shiver under his touch. “Tell us what you like, how you want to be touched,” two of his fingers climb all the way from your ankle to the back of your knee, and it makes you get goosebumps all over your skin, “where…”, he bites his lip when his fingers brush your inner thigh, so close to your most sensitive spot, yet so far away.

“I like, uh…”, you start speaking, but you’re distracted by Changbin’s delicate touch, now on your hips. “Dirty talk.”

“Dirty talk?” Jeongin raises one eyebrow at you, intrigued by your confession. “We can do that, am I right, Bin-hyung?”, he then smirks, glancing quickly at his friend. You can’t see Changbin biting his lips, but you can surely feel him nodding from behind you. “Anything else?”

For a second there, you consider not opening up to them, but that’s not the whole purpose of tonight. Tonight you’re supposed to let go, forget your inhibitions and abandon yourself to the pleasure Changbin and Jeongin are here to provide you.

“My… nipples. I like when someone plays with them.”, your cheeks are slightly pink as you say the words. “And my thighs. I like kisses on my inner thighs.”

Changbin and Jeongin exchange looks quickly. Then, you feel Changbin’s hand toy with the hem of your tank top as his other fingers lightly brush your nipple over the fabric, as Jeongin places his lips on one of your calves. “Can I touch you here?”, he whispers in your ear, his voice vibrates in his chest against your back.

You nod, then lean your head back to rest your head on Changbin’s chest. “Please do.”

Changbin’s hand slips under your tank top - his fingers much warmer than Jeongin’s, it’s a pleasant sensation against your skin. Jeongin’s peppering your leg with kisses - delicate, soft, openmouthed kisses, all the way up until he brushes his lips on the back of your knee, which makes you shiver, considering it’s one of your most sensitive spots. When you whimper, he smiles against your skin.

Changbin cups your boobs with his large palms, and he’s kinda amazed by the way they perfectly fit, almost as if they were made especially for him - the perfect size for him. “You like it when Jeongin kisses you there, don’t you?” Changbin whispers huskily in your ear, which makes your toes curl. You’re about to answer, but he unexpectedly pinches one of your nipples, and you whine.

“Mh, I think you do.” Changbin chuckles, toying with your nipple, continuing to pinch it delicately, squeezing it with the pads of his fingers. “You’re such a good girl…”, the way he’s whispering in your ear is making you shiver, and you grab his forearm as you pant. “You have such pretty tits, such perfect nipples…”

Jeongin’s mouth has now reached your inner thigh, finally. A couple of inches, and his lips would be brushing directly your clothed cunt. You want nothing more than to run your fingers in his dark hair and beg him to do something, to touch you there - however, you know this is not the reason why he’s between your legs right now. They’re not here for bringing you mere pleasure - they’re here to get you as relaxed and turned on as possible, they’re here to make you lose control. So you trust them completely with your body, and let them do whatever they have in mind.

“I think she likes to be praised, hyung.” Jeongin grunts against your skin, kissing and licking the skin of your inner thigh as his fingers brushes the other. “Think she likes it when you compliment her tits.”, his teeth scrape your soft flesh delicately.

“You would too, Jeongin-ah, if you touched them.” Changbin says. “They’re so fucking… soft, and delicate, so sensitive…”, he pinches your other nipple, and you yelp. “And so responsive.”, he chuckles.

You kick your head back and close your eyes, letting go of Changbin’s forearm to fist the sheets beneath you when Jeongin’s kisses move a bit closer to your pussy, a wet patch clearly visible on the thin, pastel material of your panties.

“She likes it when you kiss her there, Jeongin-ah.” Changbin tells his friend. “Her heart is beating so fast right now. Maybe we should give her what she wants.”, he suggest, but Jeongin shakes his head, his bangs tickling your skin.

“Mhh, not yet, hyung.”, his nose brushes your clothed labia as he presses an openmouthed kiss on your groin, and you choked on air. “Just a little bit more.” Jeongin chuckled, satisfied.

Changbin nods, hands still on your boobs, index toying with your nipples delicately, teasing you - your panties are now entirely soaked. Breathing heavily, your fingers finally find their way in Jeongin’s hair.

“Neck.”, you pant. Before either of them could ask you what you mean by that, you elaborate. “I like it- no, I love it when someone kisses my neck. I’m so sensitive there.”, you let out an exasperating whine, and Changbin nearly moans, too. You sound so desperate, it’s driving him crazy. By now, he’s sure you can feel his hard member against your back, but he can’t really help it - he’s so fucking turned on by this.

“Oh, so you…” Changbin’s nose brushes your jawline, and you shiver. “You want me to kiss you… here?”, he continues, before placing his lips on the side of your neck. You fist the sheets harder, knuckles turning white.

“Fuck, hyung, she’s soaked.” Jeongin comments, furrowing his eyebrows and biting his lower lip at the sight of the big, wet patch on your panties, much larger than before. “I can smell her arousal- fuck, it’s driving me crazy.”

Changbin grunts, licking the skin of your neck, squeezing one of your boobs just a bit harder in his hand. “Fuck, baby, you really like this, huh?”, he sucks delicately, he surely won’t leave a mark. Too bad, you kinda want him to. “You like having two men touching this perfect body, don’t you? You like driving both of us crazy?” He pinches your nipple once more, and you can’t help but think of how much you’d want him to wrap his plump, soft lips around your sensitive bud.

You don’t respond. Instead, you spread your legs even wider, granting Jeongin a better access to your groin, where his face is buried - his lips still licking, sucking, kissing your soft flesh.

“Take it off.”, you pant, eyes still closed, head spinning.

“Take off what?” Jeongin grunts, then licks a long stripe on your groin. It makes you gasp, and your legs shake involuntarily.

“Top, panties. Everything.”, you nearly grunt exasperatedly.

“You heard that, Jeongin-ah?” Changbin asks, letting go of your boobs only to start fidgeting with the hem of your tank top, lifting it slowly, revealing your naked stomach. “Our pretty girl wants to get naked for us. She wants us to undress her…” Changbin chuckles, kissing you on the cheek. “Lift your arms, baby, let me take this off. Show those pretty tits to Jeongin, I’m sure he can’t wait to see them.”

You lift your arms just like he asked, and he wastes no time in delicately pulling the thin piece of clothing off of your body, letting your naked breasts bounce free, before tossing your tank top somewhere in your room. You hear him groan from behind you at the sight of your naked boobs, perfect nipples on full display for him to see, for him to touch.

“Fuck, you’ve really got the prettiest tits.” Changbin starts to lick and kiss your neck once again, then cups your breasts with his hands. “You turn me on so much, oh God.” A gasp escapes Jeongin’s lips as soon as his eyes take in the sight of your boobs - Changbin’s hands all over them, his fingers on your nipple.

“Fuck-, lift you hips.” Jeongin instructs, hooking his fingers on each side of your panties. “Let me take these off, let me see your pretty pussy.”

He slides them off easily, dragging them over the curve of your ass, slowly revealing your naked cunt to his eyes - clit swollen and lips glistening with your arousal, incredibly wet. As soon as his eyes take in the sight, he can’t help but think it’s going to be insanely easy to make you squirt, considering how much you’re turned on now.

“You have no idea…” Jeongin mutters, licking his lips. “No idea - how bad I want to kiss your beautiful clit and lick that pretty hole of yours right now.”, he grunts.

A smile spreads on your face, and you open your eyes. You drop your gaze on Jeongin, who’s staring at your pussy. “Make me squirt and I’ll let you. Both of you.”

Jeongin swears under his breath, and Changbin bites on your naked shoulder. Hard, with a grunt.

“How do you want us to do this?” Jeongin asks, a hint of desperation in his voice.

You sigh as Changbin resumes licking the skin of your neck, alternating soft kisses with delicate bites. “I don’t… I don’t know.”, you’re cut off by a choked moan. “Do whatever you want. I trust you, both of you.”

Changbin and Jeongin exchange looks once more.

“Can I finger you while Changbin-hyung plays with your clit? Is that alright?”

“Yes. Fuck-, yes. Please.”

Changbin hums against your skin, then places another kiss on your neck. “We’re gonna make you feel so, so good, baby.” You choke on air at the pet name that leaves Changbin’s lips. One of Changbin’s hands lets go of your boob, then travels all the way down your stomach, then your abdomen, until it reaches your navel.

Right before he could touch your bare pussy, he pulls away his fingers. You’re about to whine and complain, but then you see him brings his fingers to your mouth. “Suck them for me.” Two of his fingers enter your mouth, and you waste no time in swirling your tongue around them gladly, humming against the skin of his digits as you coat them in your spit. “Good fucking girl.”, he grunts, pulling his wet fingers out of your mouth, a string of saliva connecting them to your lips. “Now I’m gonna touch your clit, okay?”

You nod vigorously. A gasp leaves your parted lips when his fingers finally touch you right on your swollen, sensitive clit. Jeongin, in the meantime, starts to caress your naked legs, all the way from your ankles to your knees. He decides to wait a little more before pushing his fingers inside of you, wanting for you to get adjusted to Changbin’s touch first.

Changbin starts to rub gentle circles on your sensitive bud while still playing with your nipple with his other hand. He must’ve done this countless of times, because he’s insanely good at it, and you can already feel the familiar warm sensation building up in your stomach.

“Fuck, hyung, you should see this- she’s clenching so fucking hard around nothing.” Jeongin licks his lips, kneeling between your legs but not daring to move his gaze from your naked cunt. “I think she’s close.”, he grins, his slender fingers brushing your inner thighs.

And then… Changbin removes his fingers. You think you could genuinely cry. You open your eyes, and quickly turn your head to look at Changbin with a shocked expression on your face. He simply chuckles. “I can’t let you cum, not yet. Jeongin hasn’t touched you yet, it wouldn’t be fair to him.” He kisses your temple, then his gaze shifts to Jeongin, and he nods. “Your turn.”, he tells him.

Sneaky bastard.

It’s now Jeongin’s turn to chuckle, as his fingers get closer and closer to your groin. Then, the tips of his digits finally brush your wet folds, collecting some of your arousal on his pads. “Now relax for me. I’m gonna make you feel good, I promise. I’m very good with my fingers.”, he smiles cockily.

Jeongin looks you in the eye as one of his fingers penetrates you, parting your folds and sinking in your wet heat. You wrap your fingers around Changbin’s wrist, gripping tight. “It feels good, right?” Changbin whispers in your ear, and you clench around Jeongin’s finger.

“Fuck, she’s so tight, hyung.” Jeongin moans, slowly pumping his finger in and out of you. “I almost can’t move my finger, fuck. So tight, and wet, and warm…” He continues to thrust his digits before he decides it’s time to add another.

A second finger slips in easily, and another choked sound leaves your mouth. He pumps both fingers inside of you for a while, giving you enough time to adjust to his fingers moving in and out of your wet heat. Then, almost unexpectedly, he bends said fingers, and starts his quest: finding your g-spot.

It only takes him a couple of attempts before he succeeds, the pads of his fingers brushing the soft, spongy spot inside of you, rubbing it a couple of times to stimulate it. A couple of swear words fall from your lips as he keeps on rubbing you there, applying a light pressure on that sensitive spot inside of you, which makes your eyes widen as you feel something you’ve never felt before.

Jeongin’s head snaps up to look at Changbin, and when their eyes meet, the younger simply nods. Changbin uses his own spit to coat his fingers this time, then places them back on your clit. “Now all you have to do is relax.” Jeongin tells you.

“Take a deep breath and empty your head. Not a single thought has to be in there, alright?” Changbin whispers in your ear. “No worries…”, one rub on your clit, “no holding back…”, another rub. “Just pleasure.”, a kiss on your neck. You clench around Jeongin’s fingers.

“Relax.” Jeongin repeats, still stimulating your g-spot relentlessly, adding a bit more pressure. “And when you feel like you’re about to cum… just let go. It’s going to be good, I promise.”

You think you’re being already stimulated enough by Changbin’s fingers rubbing tight circles on your swollen clit and Jeongin’s on your g-spot - but then, you feel Changbin’s lips on your neck, and his fingers pinch your nipple. it’s making your head spin, as your chest falls and rises quickly as you pant heavily. The knot you’re starting to feel in your stomach is something you haven’t felt before, not this way.

“You like it when I play with your pretty clit as Jeongin fucks you with his fingers?” Changbin grunts in your ear, drawing tighter circles on your clit. You nod, kicking your head back as you struggle to breathe properly, tightening your grip around Changbin’s wrist. “You’re so fucking dirty, letting two men play with your cunt. Dirty girl.”

“Changbin.”, you whine.

“Shhh…” Changbin shushes you. “Don’t talk, just feel.”

You’re already feeling. In fact, you’re feeling so much you think you’re about to fucking explode right now. You’re so close to your release in a way you’ve never felt before - they’re touching you in ways you’ve never experienced, in places you were never able to reach, and they don’t seem to be bothered at all by the fact their pleasure is being completely neglected. You’ll make sure to take care of both of them after this.

“Okay,” Jeongin starts, as he begins to apply more pressure on your g-spot in a way that has you seeing stars, “when you feel like you’re about to let go, remember: don’t fight it. Don’t worry about a single thing, me and Bin-hyung are fucking loving this.”

Changbin nods, placing a kiss on your jawline. “He’s right, we’re so loving this.”

When you feel like you’re about to cum, though, you can’t help but clench a bit harder, doing the exact opposite of letting go - you suppress it. Jeongin, however, notices it. “Ah, ah, don’t. Relax. Breathe. You’re safe, it’s just us.”, he places his other hand on your inner thigh, soothingly caressing your soft skin.

Tears well up in your eyes. “I’m sorry.”, you mumble, looking at him disappointed in yourself for ruining this, but he shakes your head.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for. We’ll get you there again, don’t worry.”, he reassures you.

Changbin thinks he knows the secret to help you empty your head and lose control. Maybe dirty talking to you can be the solution. He places a kiss behind your ear. “You’re so fucking hot like this, all naked, legs spread for us…” he whispers, as he keeps on rubbing your clit.

You’re starting to feel it again - the knot in your stomach, as your toes begin to curl, your breath gets heavier. Jeongin doesn’t stop applying pressure on your g-spot just like Changbin doesn’t stop rubbing your sensitive clit - and sooner than later, your legs start to shake. You’re close, so close - already seeing white as you kick your head back against Changbin’s chest, clenching your jaw.

“Yeah, like that. Good girl, cum for us, fucking soak our fingers.” Changbin moans in your ear, then pinches your nipple. “Show us what that pretty pussy can do, fucking cum for us.”

It’s the last push you needed, before you feel it. You’re cumming, but it’s different than all of the other times, it’s a different orgasm, and your release practically gushes out of you, almost as if it’s out of your control. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m cumming- Jeongin, Changbin, I’m cumming. Oh, God.”, you whine pathetically, as your release coats Jeongin’s wrist and forearm, soaking the sheets beneath you as you clench incredibly tight around his fingers.

It feels like hours, but it’s probably been a few seconds. However, your legs don’t stop shaking for a while, even though your orgasm already washed all over you and is practically over. You can feel your heartbeat in your ears, your heart in your throat, and you feel absolutely spent, as if all the energy you had in your body had magically vanished. The two men immediately stop moving their fingers.

“Fucking hell.” Jeongin and Changbin mutter in unison, as they take in the sight before their eyes. Sheets completely soaked in your arousal, together with Jeongin’s skin.

“It was the hottest fucking thing ever.” Jeongin mutters, admiring how your release coats his fair, glistening skin. His arm is a bit sore, but it’s definitely worth it.

“You were so good to us…” Changbin kisses your temple, enveloping you in a tight hug as he rests his forehead against your naked shoulder - his hard-on still poking your ass. Jeongin, too, is hard in the confines of his black boxers.

You can’t wait to return the favor.

It takes you a while to finally regulate your breathing and come off of your high, heartbeat much more regular now, and even though you feel a bit sore already, you think you can go another round, or maybe a couple more. They’re a bit surprised when they see you kneel on the bed between them. You motion for Changbin and Jeongin to do the same.

You let your hands travel all the way to their toned chests to their stomachs, until you reach the waistbands of their boxers. They both hiss when you palm their cocks over the think fabric of their underwear, but it’s nothing compare to the grunts they let out when you slip your hands under the waistbands and actually wrap your fingers around their heavy cocks.

And by the way you’re looking at both of them they know you’re just getting started.

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🔖 writings and such - haikyuu scenario

how the haikyuu characters would support u when ur grieving

these are some ways friends and family helped me during my grieving period and since haikyuu is my comfort anime i wanted to envision what they would do to support (in this case) u

TW : i’m not going in depth or anything, but i still wanted to put a trigger warning for the mention of ‘death’ and ‘depression’

also, this song is what i listened to a lot during my own grieving period and maybe it can give those who experience(d) the same some comfort

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characters : suna rintarō, kuroo tetsurō, kita shinsuke, miya atsumu, miya osamu, bokuto kōtarō, iwaizumi hajime, sakusa kiyoomi, oikawa tōru and akaashi keiji

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suna rintarō

would at first not know what to do and he tried to tip toe around the topic. he doesn’t mean to, but he refuses to do and/or say something that might trigger u, even when it’s accidental. however, he does his best to often check on u. not that often that it would feel overbearing, but to let u know that he’s there for u. he won’t force u to talk or meet up if ur not feeling up to it, but he still sends u texts ranging from : “thinking about u” to “i love u bubs, i’m only one message or call away”. he also sets a special ringtone and notification sound for ur messages, so he knows immediately that ur the one who’s calling/texting him and he will drop everything to pick up/text back

kuroo tetsurō

he once read an article about loss and in that article it was said that people who are in grieving can experience mood swings. this is a normal part of the so called grieving process, cause grief is by most people often described as an emotional rollercoaster with emotional ups and downs. one (or multiple) day(s) u could act like everything is fine and the next ur breaking down, crying or feeling detached from the world. no matter what tho, he will be there every step of the way. he won’t say stuff like “oh u look way better now that ur over ur grief” during those ‘i’m fine’ days, cause he knows that it can pressure u to fake an act of being fine all the time. he will know from ur behavior when ur truly done with grieving, but until then he will be the strong pillar u can lean on

kita shinsuke

during this difficult period, he thinks it’s best to keep silent and to listen what u have to say. it could be anything and he assures u that talking about ur feelings is okay to do, cause ur feelings are valid. he wants u to feel comfortable and safe with him and in order for u to do that, he will sit with u for hours (even when u don’t want to talk and stare at nothing in particular). he will hold u close and patiently wait. he knows that he can’t erase the pain of loss, but he sure as hell will try his hardest by providing a great deal of comfort and by creating a safe space for u with him by ur side. everyone deals with grief in a different matter and he will ask u what u crave the most at that moment, to make sure he’s not overstepping

miya atsumu

he kinda had to learn this the hard way, but at first when u told him about ur loss, he tried to somewhat explain the loss by saying stuff like: “yer loved one is at a better place now” and “at least they are no longer suffering”. this had the opposite effect tho and u two didn’t talk for a week. after that incident, u talked it through and he understood why u reacted that way. even though he tried to console u, his words were perceived as being insensitive. he learned that it’s sometimes more helpful to stay quiet and listen. he would later thank u for trusting him enough to convey what u feel to him and offer u hugs or he tries to distract ur thoughts with a movie of ur choise, even if he dislikes said movie

miya osamu

he asked his granny for advice on how to cope with grief, but most importantly, he asked for warning signs of depression. he knows that grief can lead to feelings of depression, confusion, disconnectedness from the world or like ur feeling crazy and he wants to prevent that from happening. he watches ur behavior closely, while still giving u all the support and love u need. when he does notice that ur spiraling downhill, he will encourage u to seek professional help. he knows that it can be tricky to bring up his concerns, cause he doesn’t want to be perceived as being invasive and he’s secretly scared that u will close urself off from him and the world. he tells u that ur not alone in this and that it’s okay to seek professional help. it’s not a taboo, even when some countries/cultures like to perceive it that way

bokuto kōtarō

when he got notified of ur loss, he immediately looked up ways to help u and one day he just bursts into ur room, eyes red and a bit swollen from crying. saying stuff like: “i’m so sorry u have to go through this, it’s horrible and i’m here for baby”. he doesn’t want u to be sad in any way, but he also knows that death is inevitable. he offers u all the comfort u need, be it physical, emotional or through food. he just wants u to know that u don’t have to carry ur grief alone and that he will grief with u. he also makes sure u know ur not burdening him by feeling this way and that u can ask him for everything. hell, if u asked him to come in the middle of the night to hug u, mans will waste no time and sprint his way over to u in a heartbeat

iwaizumi hajime

don’t get me wrong, mans can be very good at comforting u, but he also notices that it’s more difficult for u to do daily tasks (like doing the groceries and stuff). so even though he does offer u physical comfort, he also takes over said daily tasks. he does the groceries and prepares bentos for u, he makes important phone calls and goes with u to appointments, he drives u anywhere u want, does the laundry, etc. he even baths u when ur having those days (u know, the ones that coming out of bad is already an impossible task). he will do this all without complaint and u don’t even have to ask him for anything, cause he already has it covered. he doesn’t want u to worry about such mundane things, especially not when ur head is already full with grief. he will help u, no matter what

sakusa kiyoomi

he finds it the most difficult out of all the others to comfort u physically. like yes, he will offer u a hug and such, but he feels like he could be of better help by providing u with words of affirmation and those that touch ur heart. he thinks simple words are the most effective and by doing so, there is less chance for him to accidentally say something that could be triggering for u. sometimes, he may feel insecure of what exactly to say, but that doesn’t stop him from doing so. at the end of the day, it’s the thought that he cares about u that counts as well as genuine concern and wanting to help u. he knows that u appreciate his sincere efforts of trying to be as supportive as he can be

oikawa tōru

initially, he also didn’t know what to do at first. he felt like ur as fragile as glass and that u could break at any moment, and he would never forgive himself if he was the cause to trigger that. he searches for ways to express his love for u during this difficult period. one day, he forced himself into ur room and hugged u (even tough u said ur fine), he knew u weren’t and that u tried to act stronger than u felt. he let’s u know that u don’t have to act tough around him, that letting urself feel the grief and hurt is okay. yes, he knows it’s scary, but he’s there with u to keep u safe from ur own mind. he acknowledges that what ur going through is really heartbreaking and shit and he will hold ur hand when u cry

akaashi keiji

he would make u feel safe even more during this dark period of ur life. telling u that it’s okay whether u grief for a short or long period of time. he will stay with u no matter what. he won’t judge u or tell u to ‘just get over it’. when ur at a family gathering with him and someone mentions the death of ur loved one, he will take ur hand to make u stay grounded and to prevent u from spiraling into a dark pit. he will politely excuse the both of u and take u outside to get some fresh air and to ask u if u want to go home and if ur okay. if u say yes, he will immediately take u back and do anything u want. if u say no, but ur also not feeling talkative, he will do the talking for u and let u sit/stand next to him in peace, while having his arm around u or still holding ur hand. also giving it a lil squeeze to let u know it’s okay and that he’s there with u

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[a/n] : first of all, this is a bit personal to me. i’m still in grieving after 2 years and that’s okay. therapy, my dog and all the close ppl around me helped me cope with the loss of a family member. i’m doing way better now, but i felt like this could maybe help someone out there. it’s okay to grieve and there is no ‘right way of grieving’. if ur grieving for a short period of time or for longer, that’s okay. ur allowed to, but pls don’t let it take over ur life. u matter and ily

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