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Can I requested a sad Nishinoya with a s/o that makes him happy by giving him a “surprise” nsfw please?? Thank you so much love your blog!!
Sulky Nishinoya Yuu w. S/O that Cheers Him Up With a Sexy, Wet Surprise 👙💦 (NSFW)
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A/N: Ah yessssssssssss! Can I just take the time to say that I love all the requests I’ve been getting lately.... they are perfect fluff and nsfw reqs and I’m so happy. I might have to close them again soon so I can make sure to do all of them. Matchup day will be Friday or Saturday! ALSO THIS IS MY FIRST NISHI REQUEST AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH SO LETS GET LIT 🔥
NSFW Content below fam.
I need my 18 and under people to please exit stage left. (Ily)
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your boyfriend Nishi and yourself have been dating for just over four years :)
He is a great bf, he is caring and funny and fun but most of all:
He always knew just how to cheer you up when you were upset or down
He called himself the best “Cheer-er upper” and you were inclined to agree
You suffer from minor depressive episodes sometimes which was way worse before you two got together because Yuu literally always knew how to make you feel better
Whether it was going out to buy ingredients for your favourite meal or treat and making it for you so you could eat in bed
Or hosting an impromptu High School Musical & Cheetah Girls karaoke session for you in your shared living room....in costume
Or it was peppering your face with so many kisses until you were dying laughing trying to catch your breath
Or it was taking you on a drive in his other baby (his luxurious classic car that he spent 6 year restoring) to the mountain top to watch the city lights in solitude
That was a sure fire way of cheering you up because sometimes you guys would make his car bounce by making love in it
To Nishinoya, there was something insanely hot about f*cking his baby in his baby
You and that car were literally 2/3 of the best things in his life so making love with you in it was the best thing he could ever imagine
Nishi was an extraordinary lover though it was overwhelming that his libido was almost unstoppable, but he always made sure you wanted to do it before even going too far
Your boyfriend is a good looking, athletic, horny son of a bitch but he was never pushy with you not once and frankly it made you even more attracted to him
He was the sweetheart that made you tea in the morning, he was the romantic that always took care of the tab, he was the sex God that made you orgasm 3 times before himself while you felt the direct breeze of the airy mountain through his grasp of your breasts as he splayed you over the hood
...and he was the uplifting supporter who smiled at you all the time and bounced off the walls and made you feel as though you couldn’t feel a greater level of happiness
In other words, he was pretty much the best bf in the world.
So, when that day finally came in which the best bf in the world was filled with sorrow, it rocked your world
Nishinoya wasn’t only the energetic light of your life, he also was that for all of his friends, especially his best mate
Yuu’s infectious spirit was desired by all around him
Most people liked him and therefore they also noticed when he lost his “spark”
You knew that Nishi had been very upset about his best friend Tanaka moving across the world to America to be with the love of his life soon
Not much could bring your man’s mood down, but losing his other half of a jokester from his high school days unexpectedly did
The boys were inseparable, which is why yourself and Tanaka’s long distance girlfriend had your reservations when your boys found 2 houses right next to eachother in Tokyo to live
Tanaka in one, you and Nishinoya in the other
“We might as well all 3 move in together, Nishi. We’ll be able to see Tanaka in his kitchen from our dining room!” You tried reasoning with your boyfriend a year ago in the real estate office.
“Well, I already asked you if he could move in and you said....”
“Absolutely not!” You finished, practically feeling the headache whenever those two were bouncing off the walls when they got together.
“Exactly! And I listened!” He flashed you a large smile. “So this was the compromise. The deal was that you pick the house and I pick the neighbour! Tanaka and I promised eachother back in 3rd year that no matter what, we’d be roommates. But I found the greatest thing in you first, and I fell in love, so the least we can do is have him live next door. He’s my best friend, Y/N.”
You caved because your boyfriend was amazing and he did everything for you through the course of this relationship. You’d be evil to deny him this one thing
Everything went swimmingly when you 3 moved into your homes. Tanaka came over for dinner every Thursday and Friday night
You three would grocery shop together, and sometimes they would act so stupid that you literally wanted to make a YouTube channel for them, you were ALWAYS smiling
You didn’t have to listen to them yelling over sports because they took that over to Tanaka’s house
When their club volleyball team would come over, you could avoid it completely
Tanaka knew that weekends were couple time though and he respectfully left you two alone so your boyfriend could f*ck your brains out until you were wonderfully sore
And best of all...... you were able to kick them out on Monday nights when your girlfriends came over to watch The Bachelor/Bachelorette and drink wine
It was a dream for your boyfriend and you were happy that he was happy
But everyone has to wake up from a dream at some point, right?
Well, poor Nishinoya was woken up rather violently when life as he knew it changed practically overnight
The same way Nishi had unintentionally broken his and Ryuu’s first promise of being roommates because he found love, Tanaka had unintentionally broken their second promise of being neighbours forever because he found love
His long distance girlfriend had originally planned to move to Japan after her studies but when she was accepted into med school in her city, everything had to change
Ryūnosuke had to go to her because their love was strong like your relationship.
No matter how heartbroken Nishinoya was, he knew that if he was in Ryu’s position, and you were in America, he wouldn’t really have a choice to make. He would choose you over anyone, always.
Knowing that didn’t make it hurt any less though
Therefore, Nishi did all he could to help his best friend move, lending him money, driving him to all his immigration appointments, helping him pack, taking all Tanaka’s things into your houses storage, and the hardest part was helping him sell his house.
It was heart wrenching to watch the two happiest people you’ve ever known slowly turn into two of the saddest because they would be leaving eachother
But your “brother” still had to get on that flight that day, and you were left picking up the pieces of your boyfriend starting at the airport
He sulked around the house practically every second he was home, and every time when you two pulled into your driveway NIshinoya would gloomily stare at the house next door that used to belong to his best friend, that now homed a nice family of 4.
He even stopped gelling up his hair everyday
which tbh you were okay with because your boy was FINE with his hair down
But still, he wasn’t even as horny as he usually was—which was unheard of—but you knew better than anyone how sadness can effect libido levels so of course you respected that
Logically, you knew that your boyfriends state would get better—it has only been 3 weeks since Tanaka left
But what worried you is that he seemed to be feeling as sad as ever as the days went on
He hasn’t initiated sex at all which isn’t like him because sex with you was Nishi’s favourite thing in the entire world
You felt like an utter failure as a girlfriend because you just didn’t know how to be the ‘Nishinoya’ of the relationship.
Nishinoya was THE BEST “Cheer-er Upper.” You were the one who needed cheering up.
But not anymore.
You tried at least. As more days passed, you made him his favourite foods, offered him back massages (which he kindly refused) and even bought him all his hair products back in bulk.
None of it worked
And you felt bloody defeated.
One day while you were driving back home alone from a trip to your parents house, you received a call from the most annoying boy in your life, but you smiled nonetheless as you clicked ‘answer’ on your car’s Bluetooth device.
“Y/N! What’s the DEAL-LIO?” Tanaka’s voice rung loudly in the surround sound speakers of your car, his voice sing-songy. You turned the dial to lower the volume.
“Hey, Ryu.”
“You driving right now?” You registered that he sounded so much happier since he’d moved in with his girlfriend in America, the opposite of your boyfriend.
“Yeah, just leaving my parents.”
“How long is that drive home, like 30-40 minutes, right?”
“Yep!”
“And Noya is at home?”
“He is. What’s up?”
“Good! I thought I’d have to tell you to take a long way or something.”
Why would he need you to take the long way.... “Why?”
“Isnt is obvious, Y/N? I wanted to ask what the Deal-lio is!”
“How many times do I have to tell you two that I don’t speak Tanakoya........” You rolled your eyes as you flipped on your turn signal.
“You kind of do. You’re pretty fluent after being around us for so long.”
“Tanaka, is something the matter? Why are you calling? I just spoke to you this morning when you had FaceTime breakfast with Nishi and I.... And the day before that at FaceTime dinner... and the day before that and the day before that.”
Tanaka laughed. “What can I say? I like being on FaceTime with my best friend, dudette! There’s no problem with that. But that’s not why I called.”
You turned on the A/C in your vehicle, waiting for your boyfriends best friend to elaborate.
“I’m asking what the deal-lio is, because I’m wondering why you haven’t cheered up my boy yet.”
Your jaw dropped. “Excuse me!!” You started angrily. “I’ve been trying to cheer Nishi up for weeks! I bought him hair products, I told him I’ll now agree to call him ‘The Rolling Thunder King’ for the foreseeable future, I even told him we could get him that puppy he wanted and name him Tanaka—!!”
Tanaka chuckled. “Y/N. Sorry. I didn’t mean that you’re doing anything bad. All of those things are awesome and I know you’ve been making his favourite meals everyday too and doing loads more—he tells me how great you’re being.”
You smiled a bit because your boyfriend’s recognition of your failed attempts to cheer him up by telling his friend was somewhat heartwarming to you.
“But.....” Ryu’s sing-songy voice returned when he said that. “I think there’s more you can do. I mean if you really want to cheer my boy up.!”
You rolled your car to a stop at a familiar red light, flipping your hair to the right. “Tell me. I want to help him, Ryu.”
“Okay! I know you do. And I hope you don’t take anything I’m about to say the wrong way but I just don’t think you’ll come up with it by yourself because although you know Nishi as well as I do, you don’t have a man’s brain.” He paused to sigh, “I’m worried about Noya..... I think he’s taking me moving away really hard even though you guys are coming to visit in a few months. I just thought about something that I’m pretty certain would bring him absolutely back to normal-Noya, or at least to 85% until you do it again.”
You pushed down on the gas as the light turned green. “Anything that will help him, I’ll do.” You switched lanes. “So what is it?”
“Oh YEAH! I’m going to need you to keep this energy because that’s the spirit, sister-in-law!”
“Ryūnosuke, we’re not........nevermind. What is this sure-fire way of cheering him up?”
“It’s awesome. He has no idea I thought of it, but it’s freaking awesome. You just have to make sure it’s a surprise—well not that it would matter too much—because he will be so fucking happy, but still.”
“Should I be worried about doing this?”
“About being held captive in bed, maybe. But nothing else.”
Your eyebrows drew together in confusion. “Ryu, what are you on about? Tell me what I’m supposed to do now.”
The smile returned in Tanaka’s voice. “Alright alright alright. So you know how Noya finds you so exceptionally and extremely piping hot and dead sexy, right?”
You blushed. “Uh, mhm....”
“And you know how he is totally in love with his awesome car? The Charger?”
You were still confused. “Yes..... but I’ve already offered him car um, car.....intimate time, Ryu.”
“It’s not that. He’s too sad to accept that, —which says a lot. But I want you to do something else. Something he can’t deny. It’s fool proof, okay?”
You bit your lip thinking. Although Tanaka’s plans usually got people in trouble so you were apprehensive, you thought about the most amazing boyfriend you were about to go home to, that once always bounced to greet you at the door and shower you in hugs and kisses...who now sulkily still greets you, slowly walking over to you and kissing your cheek. The thought of your sweet baby like that hurt so badly. You couldn’t answer Tanaka fast enough.
“I’m ready.”
The following weekend, Noya was sadly eating a bowl of the sugary cereal that he loves by himself in the den. The cereal had gotten soggy because of how slowly he was eating it. He’d just gotten off a FaceTime-brunch call with his happy best friend Tanaka and his heart sunk when he was reminded that he couldn’t go over to his house later
Noya sighed, perking up at the thought that weekends were reserved for his girlfriend anyway
He usually made love to you until he literally felt like his balls were empty because once he saw his hot gf orgasm once he was addicted to that sensation and literally couldn’t stop unless you asked him to
Dropping his spoon in the bowl so that it hit the soggy cereal, he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes
He needed to be balls deep in his girlfriend so bad
Noya was in shock everyday that he bagged a super-model looking girlfriend like you that actually loved him back
He thought about the weekends before Tanaka moved away when he would hold himself back from finishing early all because you were moaning his name so loudly that he literally thought a sound track of those moans alone would get him off
But those moans combined with the slow grind you did on his dick before transitioning to bouncing, made him grab a hold of your thighs and thrust up into you so he’d control your orgasm before he bursted
He needed to get laid by you so bad. It was the best feeling of the world.
And you were offering...But he didn’t take you up on your offers....because he knew his mind wouldn’t be fully focused on bringing you to continuous orgasm after orgasm and he didn’t think that was fair to you
He willed his dick to soften at the table because thinking back to your offers got him sooo horny
Nishinoya did what he always did when he was sad and decided to retreat to his outdoor man cave. On the side of your shared house there was a fenced in private area where Y/N placed a whole outdoor seating area so he could sit down with his favourite pop and manga.
It was in the shade and it was peaceful but most importantly it was in perfect range of his 1969 Restored Dodge Charger that he could guard
Him and Y/N had two nice cars, so Nishi only used this baby for trips up the mountain because he cared for it that much.
Anyway, Noya collected his mangas and a case of pop and retreated to his favourite spot in the house.
You had told him earlier that you’d be getting some work done from home in the office so he may not see you, so imagine Nishinoya’s surprise when—after sitting outside in his spot for an hour—you opened the side door to keep him company
But not just any “company”
Nishinoya watched you walk outside wearing a skimpy, VERY skimpy— pink bikini with stripper heels to boot.
HOLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY SHITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, Noya thought as his eyes roamed your body rapidly
He was frozen in his seat as he let out a long very long whistle that he didn’t even know he let out
You, pretending he wasn’t even there like Tanaka coached, brought the bucket of water you had carried out there and sat it down next to his precious car.
You heard Noya whistle and when you looked over at your boyfriend his eyes were trained on your ass and he was squeezing the arm chair handles for dear life.
You looked down between his legs and saw a tent forming already in his shorts
Content in the power you had over your man, your confidence skyrocketed, deciding you would have fun with this
When you walked back over to the side of the house, Noya’s dick also skyrocketed, raising so fast he felt lightheaded
He watched with desire as you walked past him as if he wasn’t even there
He frowned when you walked back into the house quickly but perked back up when you’d returned, only fetching your phone and speakers. You started playing sexy up beat songs like “Sexy Can I” by Ray Jay loudly
You then bent over by the side of the house to unroll the hose that you two kept there for watering the plants
Mmmmmmmm, he thought as he looked at how your bikini bottoms bunched up as you bent over
He licked his lips, suddenly very thirsty and very hard... especially considering his hormones and the thought of you naked were the reasons he came out here in the first place
But you were just getting started.
Turning on the hose and directing it toward the car, you watched your footing as you slowly gave his baby (the car) an initial rinse so that every part of it was wet.
you pulled a larger bucket of soap water next to the Charger and got to work on soaping it up
Noya groaned, unable to keep his auditory senses in.
The fact that this was like a scene out of his daydreams of you and that you were ignoring him....made him feel like he was going to die
He was torn between wanting to f*ck your lights out and watching this once-in-a-lifetime scene unfold before him
Allowing himself to enjoy your show, he chose the latter.
For now.
He could always enjoy the former when his legs wanted to work but for now he would fight his instincts and drink you in, his smoking hot girlfriend dressed in a tiny pink bikini, the same bikini he’d gushed about you wearing when he walked past it in the mall with Tanaka last summer
Noya’s eyes widen as he watches you take a break from soaping up to sip water out of the hose and you purposely “accidentally” get the cold water all over you, mainly down your cleavage in the process
In turn, he wipes drool off his chin when you decide to just fuck it and spray your hair too so that your hair is all wet in ringlets as you bounce under the freezing cold water making your boobs jiggle with you
Nishi switches to biting his lower lip so hard it draws a little bit of blood as he watches you start soaping up his car again, staring at you from behind as you bend over the hood trying to scrub the roof.
Girl, you knew damn well that you couldn’t reach the roof from that angle but you were sure that your ass looked really good in this position from where your boyfriend was sitting and tbh your boyfriend would say that’s the understatement of the century
NIshinoya then and only then found the ability to move his arms as he palmed his throbbing erection. You leaning over the hood reminded him of when he wrapped your legs around his waist and hammered into your wet heat just a month ago on the mountain
It was too hot for him not to touch himself to the sight
His mind already hazy, he tried to keep his eyes open as he watched your boobs in that tiny bikini press against the glass of his drivers seat window in the sexiest way possible.
he will never be able to look at that window the same again or concentrate while driving again, fuck
He closed his eyes when he saw your hard nipples poke through your thin bikini top on the window.
So fucking gorgeous, he thought
To Nishi, palming himself is such a minimal thing on the pleasure scale but because of how worked up he is his head lolled back when his hand ghosted over his balls. He was already there.
He was only vaguely aware of the fact that even though they were completely private because of the fences, he was still outside so he couldn’t whip his dick out and hammer it home while watching you work on his car.
Oh my God were you ever cheering the man up.
And you were having so much fun doing it!
Your boyfriend was so horny and you could almost feel his eyes boring into every exposed inch of your wet body.
You stopped soaping the car in the hot sun to fan yourself and use a dry cloth to blot the sweat off your sexy skin
You peeped over at your man and his jaw was slacked, his eyes following the movement of your towel, his hand slowly caressing his (clothed) dick that you loved so much
You felt a burst of happiness because Tanaka was right about this. He promised that if you did this you would see no trace of sadness in Nishinoya’s entire being and he was right! You missed seeing him this happy.
And you haven’t even touched him yet!
Continuing, you let yourself feel like a slutty bikini car wash girl that wanted him to tip you VERY well:
You squeezed your boobs together when you almost got on your knees to wipe the tires......
You blew a kiss in the mirrors before wiping them too
You even got on all 3 out of 4s to soap up the roof from a real angle that you could reach
Those moves and the position you were in now made Noya speed up the pace on his pumping. It had only been maybe 10 minutes and he already couldn’t take anymore.
It made you sooo sexually frustrated that your man was using you washing his car to get off, especially because he had no clue how hot he looked right now
Knowing your boyfriend was about to cum without even getting to the bedroom part, you walked over to him, acknowledging his presence for the first time.
Tanaka told you to completely ignore him but you knew your boyfriend a bit better than that, and edging him would pay off later, so you placed both your hands on the arms of the chair and leaned forward.
Your ample cleavage was on display right in front of his eyes, they almost touched his long eyelashes and you leaned even closer to whisper in his ear.
“Stop touching yourself, Yuu.” You whispered sexily. “I’m going to finish washing your car, and then you’re going to pay me for my services. I accept cash, credit, or deep thrusts, Kay?”
Nishinoya, eyes wide and staring right in the middle of your boobs, nodded eagerly. He almost swallowed his own tongue when you listed the methods of payment.
Satisfied when your bf moved his hand completely away from his private area, you walked back to his car, swaying your hips to the music in the process.
You could hear him groan again and you bit your lip.
Back to ignoring your man like Tanaka told you to, you rinsed off his car dutifully. Removing your slip-off heels you left the hood for last
You had just about finished when your speedy boyfriend couldn’t take it anymore and had your back in his favourite position: pressed against the hood of his wet car, his fingers gently—abnormally gently by the way his mind wanted to take you harder than ever before—rubbed your sweet spot through the material of your bikini bottoms
Your head fell back on the hood with pleasure, and your boyfriend smirked
It’s been too long omg, you thought to yourself
“Can you wash my car like this every weekend, babe?” He asked as he started to unbuckle the belt holding up his shorts hastily with the hand not making you see stars. You moaned again, trying hard to choke out,
“That depends.” You panted and he pumped himself once with his hand before lining his penis up with your entrance. You pulled your bikini bottom to the side before he even had the chance to.
“That depends on what?” Noya said playfully. He only pushed his tip in your soaking wet box. He was teasing you now. You rushed to answer him.
“That depends on if it—“ you moaned as he squeezed in and out of your opening unfairly, with just the tip. It felt so fucking good.
“That depends on what, babe?” He repeated. Biting his lip as you used one of your hands to squeeze your left breast.
God, she’s so hot, he thought, knowing he couldn’t tease much longer. He was ready to cum now.
Luckily, you found your voice. “Depends if it c-cheered you up, Noya. I want you to be happy again.”
Noya’s romantic side thrusted to the forefront of his lust-filled brain and his eyes softened for a second. You did this to cheer him up? He wanted to give you the world. He couldn’t ask for more. You moaned once which thrusted Noya back to his horny state.
“Y/N, I promise you, after you doing this, I’ll be happier than I was before anything even happened. You and my car—it’s so amazing baby, just the thought of this memory will put a huge smile on my face forever. Don’t even worry about that anymore.” A lazy smile took over your face and you opened your mouth to say something back but a loud wanton cry came out instead because your boyfriend roughly sheathed himself inside you. You both moaned again in unison. You arched your back because one more thrust was all it took for both of you to meet your earth shattering climaxes. You both looked at eachother knowing that you were just warming up, and it was at that very moment that you--Y/N--had officially surpassed Noya for the position of “best cheer-er upper” ever.
You should be proud.
random gamer bf kenma hcs
pairing: kenma kozume x reader
genre: fluff
warnings: none! just kenma being a cute boyfie 💘
› i feel like if you were w him it would be only natural for you to start taking an interest in games (if you aren’t already), so he helps you out w that!!
› he would 100% help you create your own lil setup
› i mean he has the money to do so!!
› buys you the pc, monitor, mouse, keyboard etc. (probably will buy it for you in pink, unless you say otherwise)
› literally buys you both matching headsets (the ones w the lil cat ears on them)
› pls he probably would give you his old gamer tag, ‘applepi’, says that he thinks that tag fits you better
› daily. minecraft. dates.
› when you feel comfortable enough to stream w him, he probably streams your guys’ minecraft dates
› titles those streams, “minecraft with my applepi <3”
› the fans deadass love you so they ALWAYSSS ask for you
› bc of that, he sometimes will bring you in while he plays
› he makes you do those streams where you play horror games while he sits on the side and watches
› he has his hand on your thigh the entire time, his thumb rubbing back and forth in an attempt to calm you down
› it’s doesnt work lmfao
› every time you scream or jump he huffs out a small laugh
› sometimes during those streams you sit across his lap and watch him play
› he literally keeps kissing the crown of ur head
› about an hour and a half goes by and it’s late and he knows you’re getting sleepy, but he literally loves having you in his lap so he kinda doesn’t wanna go to bed yet
› but the second you look up at him w your sleepy eyes he melts and mumbles a very soft “tired?”
› when you nod, he hums and kisses your cheek and goes “go get ready for bed, let me shut this off and i’ll be in there in a bit”
› a few minutes later, he says bye to the viewers and shuts everything off and goes to bed w you
› the next day, his fans are tagging him in this compilation called, “3 minutes of kenma being soft with his gf”
› he saves the video
a/n: shoutout to my friend for crying abt gamer bf kenma w me for an hour bc that’s where this came from <33, ugh her mind
DREAM HAUS Smoothie EP. 2 — Chenle
240410 HAECHAN with JAEMIN
sweet and sour sauce or gravy!
Mean Girls (2004) House MD (2009)
CHOI CHANHEEEEEEE ¥*#^<€~£>¥^<•”)&(@:”&
PARTY O’CLOCK
PAIRING choi chanhee x f!reader
WORD COUNT 5.39k
GENRES fluff ﹒smut
WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, tau beta zeta frat treasurer!chanhee, reader is a stereotypical party girl, she’s also an astronomy major, mentions of alcohol, i’m pretty sure everyone makes a cameo at some point, kevin moon playing matchmaker, we escalate a little fast so, intense making out, marking, vaginal fingering, brat tamer!chanhee, dom!chanhee, lowkey pussy job for like 1 second, nipple play? kinda?, unprotected sex, wall sex, missionary, multiple orgasms, creampie (yk… the usual), overstimulation
SUMMARY in spite of being a frat boy himself, chanhee could never actually see himself enjoying the luxuries of the title. besides, how could he with all the responsibilities of being treasurer? enter you and your carefree spirit and chanhee’s got a real big problem on his hands.
MORE … don’t yell at me PLEASE. i know this is 2 days overdue. I KNOW I KNOW. i’ve been so busy these past couple days and my time management is ass we already know this. BUT IM HERE AND SHES FINISHED AND ITS CHRISTMAS EVE SO??? 🙏🙏😍 anyways. i hope u guys enjoy i had a fun time writing this. i’m a firm believer in dom chanhee 😋 if u liked this pls don’t forget to reblog!
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“Who’s that?”
The question comes out before you can even stop it, eyes focused on a guy sitting on one of the couches in the living room, complete disinterest all over his face. He’s pretty. Prettier than any guy you’ve ever seen. But he also looks like he’d rather be anywhere else than at this party.
“Who?” Your friend Heejin asks, following your gaze.
She finds out pretty quickly, especially because of how intense your stare is. She racks her brain for his name, sure it’s somewhere in her catalog of the student body. Heejin was the kind of person who knew everyone even if she didn’t exactly know them personally. She was both sociable and obsessed with gossip, sticking her nose in the business of those around her.
“Ah! That’s Choi Chanhee,” she nods, index finger tapping her chin. “He’s the Tau Beta Zeta treasurer actually. That’s probably why he looks like he wants to kill himself. Dude doesn’t really want to be here, but fraternity brothers are required to attend every party.”
She’s right, it appears, when you see some of the members you do recognize make their way over to bother him. He definitely does not look like the fraternity type, but you guess it also makes sense in a way. Maybe he needed an extracurricular or something that would be nice on his resume.
It’s hard for you to enjoy yourself for the rest of the night, too concentrated on the treasurer who’s lips stay pressed into a frown the entire time. You try to take shots with Heejin, but your eyes gravitate back to the sofa. Ji Changmin and his girlfriend even convinced the two of you to play them in beer pong. (Worst mistake you’ve ever made. You sucked at beer pong.) You finally draw the line at a game of Rage Cage, when you strategically get placed between Lee Juyeon and Heejin, arguably the best drinkers at the function.
Everyone laughs at you when you take a step back and recall your decision to join. And just as you suspected, you end up back in the living room, right where you wanted. Chanhee hasn’t moved from his spot, occasionally taking sips of whatever he’s drinking and scrolling through his phone.
You remember when that was Jacob Bae’s thing to do, and then he went and got himself a girlfriend. Perhaps that’s what Chanhee needed to do. A girlfriend was a little bit of a stretch, but someone to help him loosen up at these things was plausible. Girls weren’t even trying to hit on him left and right like they usually did with the Tau Beta Zeta boys, which was even more surprising considering most of them had their own partners now. Desperation was an ugly look on the university female, you know.
Which is exactly why you don’t make any moves that night.
Initially, you think you’ll wait a week. You happen to see him on campus a few times. The first time is in the library studying with some headphones on, in his element. The second time is in the cafe on campus, again, doing coursework with the intention of being left alone. Then it’s when you’re leaving your Fundamentals of Astronomy lecture, walking to one of his own classes. In your head, you’re being tested, like a dog with a bone being dangled in front of its face. It’s tortuous, wanting to go up to him and introduce yourself, but you don’t do it.
Heejin “drags” you to another TBZ party the following Friday and you put extra effort into your outfit. You walk in with the hopes to sweep him off of his feet, strutting into the fraternity house with a confidence that throws you off. Just when you’re getting ready to walk up to him, Kim Sunwoo intercepts and you backtrack. That ruins any of the lingering self-assurance in your system. So you push things back another week.
The next time you plan on striking, you and Heejin had said you’d meet at the party since she had something to do prior. You arrive at around 11 PM, prepared to shoot your shot and score. The kitchen is the first place you go, concocting yourself a drink that doesn’t get you trashed, but provides enough liquid courage. Then Heejin texts that her project partners wanted to grab food and she wasn’t going to make it. The thought of being alone without moral support effectively kills your mood, so you only stay for another hour or so before leaving.
It’s annoying, really. Every single time you attempt to set your plan into motion, something has to interrupt and mess things up for you.
This is your dilemma for roughly every weekend for a whole month. By the time you know it, it’s midterm season and you’re too stressed out over exams to think about Choi Chanhee. Divine intervention was a crazy concept, so maybe it was a blessing in disguise. Maybe this was your sign to just call it quits and give up on your weird fantasy of being the girl who charmed him.
“Do you wanna go to the TBZ party Saturday? We can celebrate finishing these stupid fucking exams and just relax for another couple months before we have to worry about finals.” Heejin asks through a mouthful of instant ramyeon. You sigh.
“Sure, whatever.” Your lips purse, pushing around your own food. She raises an eyebrow, tilting her head to the side in confusion.
“What the hell happened to you? You were jumping for joy when it came to going to them all semester, but now that I want to get shitfaced, you don’t seem all that excited.” She puts her chopsticks down, narrowing her eyes at you from across the table. You shrug.
“I don’t know,” you rest your cheek on your palm, huffing. “I guess I’m not really in the party mood anymore.”
“Bullshit,” she scoffs. “You’re the girl everyone thinks of when they talk about the typical university party girl. There must be a reason you’re suddenly Miss Debbie Downer.”
You could just tell her the truth, tell her about your delusions and the need to be different. As your roommate and best friend, she wasn’t at liberty to judge you. But this was so unlike you, so you knew she would anyway. It was out of character for you to be this enthralled by a man, let alone a stranger you’ve never spoken a word to. In fact it’s even thrown you for a loop, this mental break giving you clarity about your recent actions.
“That time I asked you who Choi Chanhee was,” you start after some silence. “I thought about going up to him and finding out why he’s so uptight. I sorta wanted to be in a ‘not like other girls’ situation. But whenever I wanted to swoop in, something always interfered. And now I’m just over it.”
“Y/N. You cannot be serious,” Heejin gawks at you like you’ve grown a second head. “Chanhee’s very picky about the girls he talks to. I could probably name on a hand the ones who’ve successfully snuck their way into his pants. He has specific taste, too; pretty ones who know when to shut their mouths.”
Your jaw drops, because what the fuck? He’s not a raging virgin with that personality? No wonder there wasn’t a line of single ladies attempting to land in his bed. They all knew they didn’t stand a chance. It kind of encourages you to resume your mission. You were never one to back down from a challenge.
“In that case…” A mischievous glint sparkles in your eye.
“Good god,” she rolls her own. “I’m warning you now, I highly doubt this will end in your favor.”
“You know me, Heejin. I never take no for an answer.”
It’s the day before the party and you’re walking out of your last midterm exam, a new light in your eyes now that you’re somewhat free. You step into the quad with your arms stretched above your head, a yawn pushing through your lips. You were long overdue for a good nap.
“Y/N!”
You whip around to find Kevin Moon from your Music Appreciation class stalking towards you. Part of you wants to pretend you’d never heard him and keep walking, drained of energy after that Intro to Astrophysics exam you’d just taken. Your brain felt like mush at this point. But you were kind, and you would’ve just felt bad about ignoring him anyways.
Kevin catches up to you rather quickly, hands hidden inside of his hoodie pockets. He lets out a sigh, both of you watching the puff of air that forms in front of him. “You’re going to the party tomorrow right?”
“I am…” You furrow your eyebrows, narrowing your eyes skeptically just a bit. “Why?”
“I have a huge favor to ask you.” He clasps his hands together, as if he wasn’t above begging on his hands and knees. You’re confused even further, because what could Kevin Moon possibly want from you?
“Okay… What is it?” The suspicion in your tone is so strong, that there’s no doubt he hasn’t noticed it by now. He holds the heel of his palm to his forehead.
“So, I was supposed to go with my friend Chanhee to try out that new outer space themed coffee place just outside of campus later today, but I got put on alcohol duty and I won’t be able to. I know you’re an Astronomy major so I figured that was something you’d like. Do you think you could go in my place?” He bats his eyelashes at you, like doing puppy dog eyes will convince you. You stare at him blankly. He wants you to do what?!
Meeting Choi Chanhee before the party tomorrow was not in your itinerary. Usually you were decent at adapting to changes in your plans, but this? This was more than just something minor that you could acclimate to. You had to psych yourself for hours in order to execute something of this caliber. Was Kevin Moon trying to send you into cardiac arrest?
“W-Wh— I mean— well—” You fumble over your words— something you never do— and Kevin breaks into a wide grin. You’re not sure if the blush across your face is from the cold weather nipping at it, or the thought of being put between a rock and a hard place.
“Perfect! I owe you one! Meet him in like an hour.” He pats your back like you’re one of the homies, not giving you any room for refutation. You actually feel like throwing up. How were you supposed to just show up without qualms?
Did he really expect you to just do this out of the goodness of your heart? No complaints stacked up to be hurled in his direction? You’d known Kevin Moon since freshman year orientation, but you didn’t think you were close enough for him to throw his dirty work at you. You can’t help but stand there dumbly as he walks away, a pep in his step that nearly has tick marks forming on your temple.
Okay, you know what? This is fine. This was totally fine. All you had to do was sip on some coffee, make some small talk, and then you could be on your way. It wasn’t that hard… was it?
You could throw on an act, pretend like you were one of those pretty girls who knew when to shut their mouths just like Heejin said he was into. You could give him a false glimpse into who you were and he wouldn’t know what you were really thinking of doing. The you of tomorrow would be a complete 180° turn around from the you of today, and Choi Chanhee would be the one groveling at your feet.
As soon as you walk into the cafe, your throat feels narrow, like it was closing in on you. You’re not sure why you’re so nervous. It’s not like Chanhee knew you. He couldn’t possibly be aware of your existence, much less of your little fascination with him.
You see him sitting at a table for two, the straw of his drink trapped between his lips. He sips leisurely as he scrolls through his phone, likely waiting on Kevin since you’re sure he left his friend in the dark. You pick at a thread on your sweater as you stop in front of him, raising your hand in an awkward wave. Chanhee glances up, confusion in his features at first and then it morphs into something else.
A laugh has to be held back when he chokes on his drink, slapping a hand over his mouth. He stands up quickly, wiping his palms on his pants.
“Hi,” your voice is small, so far off from your usual boldness. “I’m Y/N. Kevin sent me.”
“Fucking Kevin,” he curses underneath his breath, forcing a smile. “Um, please sit.”
You take the seat across from him, eyes flickering around the coffee shop to absorb your surroundings. It’s pretty, the stars and planets painted all over the walls and ceilings. Even the drinks had celestial themed names. Your friend was right, you would love it here. It was right up your alley.
“I— uh— Kevin had texted me and told me what to order for him, but I’m assuming he meant for you, because he never told me you were uh— that you were coming.” He scratches the back of his neck as a server leaves a drink in front of you.
“He stopped me in the quad after my midterm and asked if I could fill in for him. Something came up apparently.” You explain, humming in appreciation when you taste your coffee. “He remembered that I was an Astronomy major and figured I was his best bet I guess.”
Chanhee purses his lips, it’s almost like he knows something you don’t. He nods slowly. “Yeah… I’m sure that’s why…”
The impromptu formal introduction between you goes on without a hitch. It goes so well, that the time flies faster than you’d hoped it would. You get a tiny peek into Choi Chanhee and his life as the TBZ fraternity treasurer, but it’s not enough to satiate that unbearable curiosity that pricks at you.
Thankfully, you have tomorrow to do exactly that.
Heejin and yourself arrive at the Tau Beta Zeta party that Saturday with a goal in mind; Getting Choi Chanhee into bed with you.
Okay. Maybe that wasn’t actually the main objective, but it was definitely a side quest. What you really wanted to do was get him to let his guard down. Like your friend said previously, you were the stereotypical party girl. Had there been a picture beside the term in a dictionary, your pretty little face would be there, a red solo cup in your hand and all. If he wound up being entranced by your womanly witchery, that was on him.
Just like your first go at wooing him, you decided to pull out all the stops. You’d worn your shortest, tightest fitting dress despite the weather not necessarily permitting it. It was a cute black strapless number that you paired with some long heeled boots and a warm fuzzy jacket. You looked hotter than the sun itself, and deep down you’d feel extremely disappointed if he wasn’t falling to his knees for you by the end of the night.
A sense of déjà vu washes over you the moment you step through the front door into the jam packed fraternity house. The bumping early 2000s music and the thrumming of the bass gave you an adrenaline rush like no other. Nothing could waver your confidence this roundabout. He wouldn’t even know what hit him.
Before you sink your claws into the treasurer, you need to grab yourself a drink. You and Heejin take a shot from one of the various liquor bottles on the counter, serving yourselves each a cup of whatever Jacob Bae threw together for the party. It was kind of funny that the resident bartender for these things wasn’t even a member of the frat. You and your friend cheers to the night ahead of you, manifesting that things go your way.
It’s rather easy to catch his eye even in the bustling crowd of drunk college students, glued in his usual spot on one of the living room sofas. His dark hair falls into his eyes when he glances down at his phone to check the time, almost as if he was counting down the hours, the minutes until this party was over. He brushes it out of his face with his index finger at the same time he raises his cup to his mouth, knocking back the contents with a slight wince.
He espies your presence immediately after that, raking your figure with an unrecognizable look in his gaze. Though you were shivering upon entering the house, your skin felt hot to the touch now, the burning intensity of his stare melting away any nerves that might’ve been lingering. You pull your jacket off of your shoulders, tossing it over your forearm as you snake through the bodies sardined between the two of you.
“Hi,” you greet once you’re in front of him. “I’m Y/N.”
His lips quirk upwards and he stands so you’re no longer peering down at him. In spite of meeting each other yesterday, he decides to play along. “I’m Chanhee.”
“Well, Chanhee,” you bite your acrylic nail, not bothering to hide the unabashed desire in your expression and drinking in his appearance like a glass of water. “I couldn’t help but notice you from across the room. You looked bored and I was wondering if I could change that. I know how to have a good time.”
Chanhee thinks it’s cute, the amount of effort you’re putting into this little charade. He doesn’t doubt that you knew of his reputation when it came to sleeping with girls. He knows he’s a bit conscientious when it comes to this sort of thing, but that’s only because he doesn’t want to deal with being seen as someone who’s ran-through. (For an example, please see (No) Strings Attached™.)
However, you were different. Chanhee thought you were cute from the very first time he saw you, which happened to be at a Tau Beta Zeta party last semester. He knew you were friends with Kevin, so maybe it was on him for the delay of your union, but he’d grown a little tired of always making the first move. He’s somewhat grateful that you were the type of girl who set her sights on something and never backed down from it. You were headstrong and that was exactly what had him hooked.
Nevertheless, it would be a bit of an issue. The only part of the rumors surrounding the treasurer that was true, was the part about him preferring his partners to be on the quieter side. There was something about them following his every demand, kneeling at his beck and call, that lit a fire underneath him. The mouthier they were, the less he enjoyed himself. But for some reason, he doesn’t think it’ll bother him as much with you. In fact, he thinks he’ll have fun putting you in your place.
“You know, Y/N,” he pushes your hair over your bare shoulder, letting his thumb graze your warm skin with a small but conniving grin. “I’m not too sure you’ll be able to cure this boredom that’s been plaguing me. It depends on what you have in mind.”
You might cry. A strained groan stays stuck in your throat, fighting to inch its way out of you. Fuck this stupid party. Fuck your stupid idea. You had a new mission. You needed him now and you needed him bad.
Your lips are on his in a matter of seconds, rushed and desperate. You don’t have the strength in you to act like you weren’t just about ready to combust. The curve of a smile can be felt through the kiss, his hands coming to rest on your waist and dig into the fabric of your dress. Had this been any other guy, any other day even, you would’ve freaked out over the PDA. Right now, though, you’re too lost in the moment, too absorbed in the high that kissing Choi Chanhee is providing.
His mouth travels along your jaw and neck, finally snapping you back to reality. With shaky breathing and a wavering voice, you step back from him. “Don’t you want— don’t we need some privacy?”
He laughs like he’s on the inside of a joke you’re unaware of. “Oh, so now you care about privacy? You didn’t when you were trying to seduce me ten minutes ago.”
Your cheeks flush impossibly more, cowering into the space where his shoulder meets his collarbone. All that confidence and for what? He really could not wait another second to see you crumble beneath him.
“Too shy for me to fuck you in front of all these people, sweetheart?” He asks in your ear, leaving a gentle kiss on the lobe as he does so.
You’re dizzy, so dizzy you might faint in the middle of this living room. Who would’ve known that such a pretty boy had such a filthy mouth on him? He knows he’s got you right where he wants you when you fist the material of his shirt, the vibrations of a whine on his neck. It’s kind of comical how little it took for you to crack.
He hauls you away to what you assume is his bedroom, fingers caressing the inside of your wrist. You think maybe he’s all talk, that he’s actually a big softie who couldn’t hurt a fly. The way he’s careful with his touch and making sure he doesn’t lose you as you weave through the other party attendees. At least, that’s what you thought.
But then he’s slamming his door shut and pinning you against it face first. His lips return to their prior position, sucking in the plush skin on your throat and your shoulders. You can feel him pressed into your lower back, hard and ready for you. He doesn’t seem to pay much attention to it, instead trailing his fingers down your front and sneaking under your dress.
He bunches it up around your hips, middle and ring digits circling your clit through the lace of your panties. Everything is escalating too quickly for you to comprehend. You whimper into the wood of the door, drool beginning to pool in your mouth. You’re so needy that you’re salivating over the prospects of what’s to come.
“Want more, Chanhee,” your words are muffled, but he understands you nonetheless.
“You want more?” He pouts, a false tone of sympathy in his voice. “Poor you, asking for something you can’t even handle.”
You squirm, raising your leg in an attempt to reach a different angle. The pads of his fingers apply an increased pressure on your clit, the friction caused by your underwear skyrocketing your heart rate. You know he can feel the pulse when his lips reconnect to that sensitive area just under your jaw. Your back arches, still craving and yearning for additional touch.
His fingers slip into the waistband of your thong, collecting your arousal and using it as a lubricant to glide through your folds. He thrusts two of them in and out of your entrance, the heel of his palm rubbing up against your clit. You moan, louder this time. His free hand shoves the top of your dress down, groping and kneading your bare breast. You wanted more, he’ll give you more.
You’re a whining, squirrely mess, humping his hand like a bitch in heat. It’s hilarious, really. The way you wanted him begging, but the tables seemed to have turned, flipping it the other way around. He ensures that he leaves his mark on you, biting your skin with the intent to bruise. He doesn’t care if you looked like you were attacked by a vicious animal. If Chanhee was anything, he was possessive, wanting everyone to know what was his and not to get near it lest they wanted to keep their lives. What better way to stake his claim than on your body, where anyone could see?
He senses that you’re close to your release, your walls clenching around his fingers and sucking them in further. Most people would’ve been generous, making your orgasm smooth sailing. But Choi Chanhee was not like most people. That much is obvious when he adds a third finger, restraining himself from groaning at the feeling of your cunt constricting and contracting. The stretch has your stomach tying in knots, each one growing tighter and tighter until they just about untangle altogether.
You cum with a guttural groan, nearly convulsing in his hold, but he keeps you pressed to the surface of the door. He doesn’t stop his motions, fingers curling and uncurling like he was reaching for something inside of you. You push your ass into his crotch, another whine escaping your lips when you feel his cock impressing into it. He bites his tongue to refrain from evoking a sound.
The poised nature of your regular personality makes a comeback, one of your hands cupping the side of his face. You pant as you speak, rasping slightly after all the moaning you just did. “Can you fuck me for real now?”
Chanhee forces your underwear down your legs roughly, kicking them out of the way once they hit the floor. “You’re such a goddamn brat. Nothing is ever enough for you is it?” You can hear rustling behind you, the unbuttoning of pants and the discarding of his shirt. And then you feel him. God, you might die. He’s flush between your lower lips, his teeth grazing your earlobe. “Gonna have to fuck you until you learn your place, don’t I?”
He squeezes your cheeks together with his thumb and forefinger, relishing in the adorable pout it forms. All you can do is nod, eyes fluttering shut when he finally slides inside of you. The weight of him sits heavy in your cunt, the singular drive of his hips causing your clit to bump into the door. It sends a rippled shockwave throughout your body, a voluminous moan breaching past your lips. Chanhee rests his forehead on your shoulder, staying still for a moment to gather himself.
It’s not long before he’s pistoning his cock into your pussy like a sword being sheathed and unsheathed. You claw at the wall as a means of grounding yourself, inconsistently paced cries and mewls of pleasure bouncing around the room. He hikes up your leg higher, palming at your tits so he can override your senses any way he can. You’re so lightheaded and tears have begun to spring at the corners of your eyes. It feels too good.
“O-Oh my god, you’re s-so— f-fuck Chanhee,” you babble, gasping for air as he continuously punches it out of you with every inch his cock buries into you.
He’s enjoying himself too much, loving how fucked out you look. He’s reduced you to an incoherent state of being. You curve your back a bit more for him, allowing the depth at which he slips in you to go further.
Unfortunately for you, it doesn’t take much to wind you back up to that summit from previously. You’re on the brink of your second orgasm, your chest heating up and your abdomen contracting. He doesn’t let up, pinching and thumbing at a peaked nipple to egg on your release. This one feels a lot stronger than the first, your knees nearly giving out on you.
“C’mon sweetheart, that’s it,” he coaxes, stroking your hair from your face.
Chanhee fucks you through it, allotting space for you to recover before he’s knocking you onto his bed. He removes your dress entirely and rubs up and down your thighs. The exhaustion is already beginning to settle in, but you realize that he hasn’t finished not once and you’d be hitting your third at this point. You’re overstimulated and your body aches all over, but you push through.
He finds your entrance again, pressing into your cunt with more ease. You whine, smushing your cheek into the mattress. Your toes curl and you fist at the sheets, eyes all but rolling to the back of your head where you see white spots and stars coating your vision. He grips your hips to hold you still, starting to rock back into your pussy with practiced aggression. He’s carnal with his movements, but it’s careful, almost like he doesn’t really want to hurt you.
“It’s too much—“ you interrupt yourself with a wail, the tears from earlier tracking along the sides of your face.
“I’ve fucked you stupid, haven’t I? Thought I was done with you?” He strains, folding over so he can kiss the skin of your collarbone and trail up to your mouth. His lips brush yours when he talks, teasing you as if he hadn’t already fucked you within an inch of your life. “Do you think I’m having fun yet?”
Your cunt sucks him in like a vacuum, your volume rising the closer you get to what you hope is your last orgasm of the night. What you needed was the best sleep ever after this. Your brain can barely form sentences, and you struggle to give him a proper response. “Y-Yes, Cha-Chanhee— oh god— s-so much fun,”
Your breath catches in your throat when that familiar sensation reappears. Chanhee is in his own world, focused on chasing his own release. His nails dig into the fat of your thighs, thrusts becoming deeper and slower. You reach between the two of you to swipe at your clit with your middle and ring fingers, the extra stimulation tipping you over that sweet edge.
Your orgasm crests upon you with so much intensity that you can’t even make a sound. If you do, it’s so far away from you that you don’t hear it. The uncontrollable fluttering of your walls sets Chanhee’s into action, his hips stuttering with a groan that doesn’t meet your ears. He fills you up with enough cum that it begins to spill out of you in spite of his cock still plugged inside your cunt. You both take a moment to recollect your bearings, chests clashing with each rise and fall from your breathing.
After what feels like forever, he pulls out and collapses on the bed beside you, the back of his hand thrown over his forehead.
“Holy shit— I mean— wow I really— I really didn’t think you were so…” You don’t finish your thought, head still stuck on the actions you’d committed prior.
“It’s always the quiet ones.” Chanhee shrugs, sighing dramatically.
“You are not quiet,” you turn your head to give him a pointed look. “But, I’m not complaining. I got my insides rearranged six ways to Sunday. Who’s the real winner here?”
“Me, actually,” he says, his thumb caressing your cheekbone. “I’ve had the longer crush.”
“Y-You— huh?!” Your eyes practically bulge out of your head, comically wide like a deer’s caught in headlights. He laughs at your expression.
“I’ve been wanting to make a move on you since last semester,” he admits. “But I was kinda… discouraged? I guess? I feel like I’m the one who puts in too much effort all the time, with everything that I do. I wanted to see if maybe someone would do the same for me. I’m just lucky that it worked out in my favor.”
Your bottom lip juts out and you flip over to peck the tip of his nose tenderly. “Choi Chanhee, you’re extremely lucky. I almost gave up on you, like, a couple days ago.”
Chanhee’s laughter grows and he kisses you softly. “Well, I’m glad that you didn’t. Now I can take you on a real date to that space cafe. Not one that Kevin forced on us.”
“I like the sound of that.” You smile, cuddling into his side.
© juyeonszn. do not steal, claim, or repost.
THE UNTAMED (2019) 1.21
Xiao Zhan as Wei Wuxian THE UNTAMED (2019)
Lan Zhan, did you really believe me back then?
Being Wei Wuxian’s Betrothed
Requested by anonymous
The two of you were childhood friends, so your parents and the Jiang clan had a sort of unspoken agreement that the two of you would likely be together, if you so chose
Basically, everyone expected that you two would fall in love and marry
The two of you saw each other less and less as you grew up and your studies became more intense
But Wei Wuxian always found a way to see you; he’d sneak out of Lotus Cove and into your sect, and take you to hang out
The two of you got into trouble together all the time
Jiang Yanli adored you, and Jiang Cheng tended to be a bit harsh with you, but he was glad you made his brother happy
Both of you were ecstatic when you finally made the betrothal official; you had fallen for each other, hard
You had to postpone the wedding due to the Wen Clan’s attacks, and you were worried about the way he changed after the war. Wei Wuxian pushed you away, and he was terrified of hurting you with his new cultivation technique
You helped him however you could when he and the remaining Wen Clan were rebuilding
After he was resurrected, you recognized him immediately
He was terrified you would be angry with him, or afraid of him, and you were, a little, but you were so glad to have him back
The two of you were finally married, in a small ceremony, in secret
Wei Wuxian + I
Prompt: I: broken glass
A/N: this is pretty short, sorry about that. i hope you like it though!
“Wei Ying.”
The cup slipped from your grasp, forgotten in your shock. He was alive, he was here.
“How?” You gaped at him, not even blinking as the cup shattered against the floor.
Wei Wuxian gazed back at you wordlessly, then turned away. He was going to run, find somewhere he’d never hurt anyone and he would never have to face you again, he was going to—a firm grip on this wrist held him fast. Your hand. Wei Wuxian swallowed the lump in his throat, and mustered up a cheeky smile.
“Hello there. I’m sorry, I seem to have gotten lost on my way,” he said, aiming for nonchalance, but his voice cracked at the last syllable.
“Where have you been?” You whispered. “It’s been years, I thought you were gone.”
Wei Wuxian couldn’t meet your eyes. He searched the ground beneath your feet, eyes landing on the shattered remnants of your teacup, as he struggled to find the right words. One hand came up to nervously rub his nose.
“I… it’s a long story,” he admitted.
tw — sexual tension.
Darling asked: Hey Wei Ying, what’s good? Let me sit on your face.
— wei wuxian.
“xiǎo tián tián …” he lowered the scroll he was studying, peeking over the top to narrow his eyes at you. you’d always been incredibly forward, but this was a first. who knew the little mouse would walk right up to him and demand to be eaten, literally?
wuxian chuckles lowered the scroll further, allowing you to see his grin … and what he was actually reading. erotica was etched onto a book which coincidentally fit between the folds of the scroll he pretended to read. you would’ve rolled your eyes if he wasn’t giving you such a damned, alluring smirk.
“if you insist…” he mewled and wasted no time laying back, lightly patting his face. “come use me to your heart’s content, i’m waiting.”
DATING WEN NING
Untamed/MDZS Scenarios
PLEASE BE WARNED THAT THERE ARE POSSIBLE SPOILERS!!!
- I do not own any of these characters or the universe in which they are in -
A/N: Hey guys! This is my first scenario post here on Tumblr. I haven’t written any fanfiction or scenarios in like three years but with the lock down, I have found time and motivation to write! I really do not know how to use Tumblr but I am trying to learn haha. Please feel free to give me some requests! I am not sure if I need a box??? I shall figure it out lol. I hope you enjoy, there will be more to come soon!!!! The fluff fragments will be put up in pieces until they are fully written, and then I will post the full story. Really, my plan is to make small and cute little stories with the scenarios that can be connected later on. I also wanted to show my writing ability so that I might even get a few requests. I will be posting “Sea Sick,” a Lan Sizhui x Lan Jingyi short on 4/12/2020 and Lan Xichen Scenarios on 4/15/2020 as I had to push back the dates so I could focus on a paper that I am currently writing for one of my classes. I hope you enjoy this!
Love, Strawberry .
DATING WEN NING (Part 1) + Fluff Fragment
-He thinks that you wouldn’t like him because he is so outspoken and truly, he believes that you have fallen for Young Master Jiang
-After a long pep talk from Young Master Wei, he finally musters up the courage to tell you about his feelings
-When you tell him that you feel the same, he becomes ecstatic and immediately embraces you in a hug
-Wen Ning is very protective of you and even though it makes him uncomfortable, he will stand up for you no matter who he has to fight off.
-He had sent you away when things started to look bleak for the Wen Clan, fearing that you would get hurt. Making you leave was the only way to ensure that he would not lose you entirely.
-You and Ning do not meet again until after the events that unfolded at Qiongqi Path.
-You had overheard members of the Lanling Jin Sect talking about the massacre that had happened in Qiongqi Path. Wei Wuxian had turned Wen Ning into a puppet and had slaughtered innocent cultivators from the Jin sect.
-Immediately you had rushed to the Burial Mounds, and there you found your beloved covered in talismans and under a deep coma.
-From the moment you went to his side, you almost never moved. Wen Qing made you rest and eat as well as you made her take care of herself. You felt as if your heart had been ripped out. Wen Ning was a good man. He did not deserve to meet such a cruel fate.
WEN NING DATING SCENARIOS TO BE CONTINUED…
FLUFF FRAGMENT #1
Wen Ning had never really hesitated when showing you physical affection during his life. However, after he died the man had lost a lot of his confidence. No one could love a corpse… He had skin that was almost grayish, pale and sickly looking. The dark black lines coming up from under his robe, caressing the skin of his neck. Then there was of course the largest reason that he was afraid to touch you. His skin was ice cold and his movements were still rather clumsy. He did not want to scare you away or cause you any pain. The puppet of a man had been avoiding you as he went about his business in the Burial Grounds. He missed you very much, but he was too afraid to confront you. Truly the man wanted nothing more than to scoop you up into his arms and tell you that he loved you and that he was sorry… Sorry for sending you away. Sorry for causing you any fear… and most of all. He was sorry that you had to grieve his death… There was so much that he wanted to apologize for… but the living corpse could not bring himself to say any of it. The man couldn’t stop thinking about you but he wouldn’t dare to confront you, afraid that you would reject him. Instead, he observed you from a far. Currently he was watching you play with A-Yuan and Young Master Wei, hiding himself in the tall grass that surrounded their little home.
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Chrollo isn't the biggest fan of Valentine's Day — he definitely subscribes to the idea that the holiday was created just for large corporations to make money.
However, he sees how excited you are for the approaching holiday, so he puts his opinions aside just this once.
He's already awake and flicking through a book by the time you get out of bed. He hears you approaching, so he places his book down and greets you with a soft smile.
"Happy Valentine's Day." He says. It's surprising and a bit of a shock — a couple of the Spiders turn to look at their danchou with wide eyes when they hear the words leave his mouth.
He takes your hand into his own and places a kiss on your knuckles, before pressing another to your lips.
He hasn't planned anything, really. There isn't a quaint, quiet breakfast or a day out on the town.
Rather, Chrollo treats you to a few of his treasures — paintings, jewelry, books, etc.
The Troupe celebrates the occasion together, and they're more than happy to include you.
They order pizza, drink copious amounts of booze, and watch some movies on a projector that Feitan had stolen the week prior.
Meanwhile, Chrollo sits behind you with his arms wrapped around your waist. He doesn't say much, but occasionally whispers compliments into your ear.
He's not usually one for PDA to any extent, so this really communicates how hard he's trying to make the day special for you.
It translates well, and creeps the Hell out of the Spiders.
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[18+]
Feitan is possessive and easily jealous.
He does NOT like seeing other people flirt with his partner, and the Spiders will often do so just to get a rise out of him.
Getting him riled up is a one way ticket to a brutal, masochistic fuck session.
He's really into BDSM and vanilla sex isn't exactly his thing.
His partner will probably be covered in hickeys, bruises, bite marks, and other superficial injuries often. He likes marking his territory.
He likes holding hands in public so everybody knows that his partner is his.
Public kisses are a no-go because he refuses to take his bandana off.
He struggles with expressing his love verbally because of the language barrier and this gets him frequently frustrated.
He needs constant reassurance from his partner that he's understood and his words make sense, otherwise he'll shut down and remain silent for a long while.
Dates aren't a regular occurrence.
Unless committing organized crime together counts as a date.
When He’s Clingy Pt. 6
Type: Fluff Pairing: Tsukishima x reader, Yamaguchi x reader Summary/Request: HQ Characters give into their clingy side <3
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stop i might rewatch the untamed!
This is adorable