🏍️ Vinny will 100% be embarrassed during sex. He’d actually make up excuses, that’s how embarrassed he is. It’s not because he’s insecure or anything, it’s just that he’s seeing you naked and doing something intimate. He’s be all flushy and blushy with it. Especially if it’s the first time he’s doing it with you.
🏍️ actually doesn’t jerk that often. Is that a surprise? No. But if he does jerk off, it’s always in the night. No he will never tell anyone about it btw. He thinks of it as a dirty secret and most of the time if he’s finished he’ll be so ashamed of what he have done that he can’t even fall asleep. He also doesn’t use lotion because most of the time he’s already wet (precum).
🏍️ Just like his skin, Vinny’s cock would be quite pale, like super pale. Since he’s albino (if i remember correctly) . But it’s slightly pink towards the tip. He’s not necessarily veiny, but he does have a few that kind of bulge out. The rest are rather subtle. He’s around 13 cm and the base is rather large with a good amount of grit. The head is slightly bigger, but not too much. No he’s not cut 😔 so yes bro is pulling it back.
🏍️ When it comes to hair you can be absolutely certain that Vinny doesn’t have any hair there. He keeps it clean shaved. This is purely because he doesn’t like it hairy down there. It annoys him and it might cause itchiness which is also why he shaves it. He shaved often to keep himself clean. Yes, the carpets match the drapes. Bro be having red pubes🙏 if you like him having hair there he might have a little carpet. But he will NOT be seen with a bush.
🏍️ to have sex with Vinny, you must be his partner. he doesn’t do one night stands or flings. And half of the time he doesn’t even have time to see you when everything going on in his life much less have sex. So unknown is a no go. Having sex with him as his partner is also quite the….adventure. It’s more that it’s not common for him to do so. Ofcourse there are moments that it happend. But it all depends in which state of his life he was.
🏍️ Vinny is not necessarily into PDA. This breaks a but when it comes to him having sex. When he’s still Vinny in early windbreaker he’s more into kissing and holding hands. Also tried to embrace you during it. But when it’s Vinny after he left Hummingbird, he will be on the rougher side. Perhaps also be more unto spanking. He needs validation and he wants to make sure you want him. Need him. Just anything to make sure you crave him.
🏍️ VINNY👏 HONG👏IS👏A👏MOANER👏 idc what anyone says okay, he MAONS. Especially early Vinny. He’s not necessarily loud, but if it feels good. Really good. He will not hold back, even if he did, he can’t hold it together. He’ll get all sloppy, his eyes rolling back slightly, taking just a moment to focus before rolling his hips again.
🏍️ Vinny is more on the receiving end. It’s not intentional and he actually feels guilty about it, he feels like he’s anyways receiving something whether it’s sexual or not from you. Even when he’s supposed to be ‘giving’ for him it still feels like receiving because he also takes pleasure in it. But apart from that, Vinny does LOVE it when you are the giver during certain moments.
🏍️ even though Vinny is rather aloof and keeps to himself, there are moments where he can get completely undone. This is usually when you take charge, there are little moments like you riding him in his bed, most of his clothes still on and he was still sleepy. He can feel himself dozing off but also wanting to stay awake to keep going. His mind in a haze and he doesn’t even realize that he’s drooling. He doesn’t even know why it feels so good, it’s just…different when it’s like that…it makes him quite horny for someone who doesn’t have that much of a high drive.
🏍️ actually cumes a lot? He doesn’t do sex a lot so when he cums it’s usually all the built up he has. It’s actually more splattery and milky than one would think. He feels embarrassed if he sees his own cum, he doesn’t know why but he just does ok? Most of the time he also comes rather explosively. Forbidden sauce
summary: what one man won’t do…another one will.
cw: pwp, smut, fembodied reader, INFIDELITY, p in v, unprotected sex for all of them. wooin: mentions of nonconsensual photo sharing, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), edging, spanking, choking. joker: fluff if you squint, biting/marking, multiple positions, dirty talk. hyuk: dirty talk, public sex, kinda dubcon. vinny: loss of virginity, vanilla. let me know if i missed anything major.
wc: 4.8k
an: if you remember the first time i posted wooin and joker's parts....no u don't. going through drafts. trying to figure out what i wanna rework/getting inspo for new stuff. idk im "back" because writing will always be my fave creative outlet. missed u all <3
──★ ˙ ̟WOOIN ft. Hyuk
Going after a friend’s girlfriend is a new low even for Wooin. But it can’t be that bad in taste if Hyuk was very aware of the fact that Wooin had also harbored feelings for you.
Hyuk just happened to be the one to pursue you seriously first.
Despite the slight variance in personality, the two were friends for a reason– sharing similar beliefs, ideals, interests– and not to mention, similar tastes in intimate conquests.
All it takes is a bit of mental games and picking at your brain to make you confess your insecurity about Hyuk sneaking around behind your back. Hyuk has always been the type to just do what he wants but Wooin can’t confirm or deny your fears. What he can tell you is that your sweet boyfriend has been sharing your nudes and snippets of your sextapes in the Sabbath Crew groupchat. But as Hyuk’s longtime friend, Wooin gets to see the full clips; that’s not something you need to know though.
It’s devious work but it’s the quickest way for Wooin to get you back to his place, sprawled out on his bed, with your clothes scattered on his floor.
“Would ya look at that?” Wooin whistles, taking in the sight of you on all fours; folds swollen and drenched in your honey along with the back of your thighs trembling after being edged for what felt like hours. “You know, most girls I mess with would’ve tapped out a while ago but you actually can keep up with me. I guess I shouldn't be surprised though– isn’t Hyuk some kind of sadist?” He laughs.
His tongue dances across his lips, lapping away at the slick remains of your arousal lingering on them. It wasn’t Wooin’s intention to go down on you for so long but just one taste of you had him hooked. The desperation in your moans when you get so close to cumming only to have your orgasm die out whenever Wooin pulled away was like a drug to him. Every whine, whimper, and sob was music to him; encouraging to keep toying with you until he broke you down.
Wooin just couldn’t help himself; he always knew he would love playing with you like this.
As tasty as you are, Wooin swears that his dick is going to combust if he doesn’t get it wet soon. Even if he knows that you can–and you would happily– take a good pussy pounding from him in his most feral state, he wants to make you feel good too. After all, you did just find out that your boyfriend has betrayed your trust; you could use a good orgasm. Or several– he has time today and he can be selfish after he makes you cum since you had endured his teasing for long.
Already knowing that you’re on the pill based on all the creampie videos Hyuk had recorded and sent, Wooin doesn’t even bother with a condom after he drops his pants. Dragging the leaky tip across your pussy and adding to the wetness, a small hum of pleasure rumbles in the back of your throat every time the bulbous head of Wooin’s cock catches on your clit. Sharp senses notice your reaction to simple movement and Wooin repeats it. Over and over. Teasing the already sensitive button and making you writhe some more.
During one too many hookups, he found himself thinking about the videos of you while he had some random girl beneath him. Oh but now, Wooin doesn’t need to imagine himself fucking you. He has you right here, rolling your hips to try and tempt him into the warmth of your slick walls.
“Beg for my dick if you want it so bad.” Wooin barks at you, the smug grin on his face seeping into his voice while one hand squeezes your ass and the other grips his length while he continues to slide it through your folds. A heavy palm comes down on your ass and a loud smack echoes throughout the room while your pussy clenches around nothing.
And so you beg.
Your hole has been aching to be filled by Wooin all night. His touch is familiar, eerily similar to Hyuk’s. It’s a feral type of sexual energy that emanates from each point of contact and makes you feel hot all over. Wooin’s cock prodding at your weeping hole has you bowing in an impossible arch; chest flat against the mattress while your ass is high in the air.
Without warning, Wooin is pushing his cock inside of you; all the way in at once. The sudden intrusion has you whimpering as you realize you were still very sensitive from the assault of his mouth and tongue all over your private parts. But it’s not like Wooin cares about that. Landing another smack on your ass, his hands use the plump flesh as leverage to take you fast and hard.
“How long do you and Hyuk usually go for?” Wooin suddenly asks, that self-satisfied attitude present as ever.
The question is so absurd, even if you weren’t taking deep strokes into your soaked cunt, you wouldn’t know how to answer him. Annoyed by your lack of response, one of Wooin’s hands snakes around your throat; holding it in a firm grip so he could draw your upper body closer to him. Now with his chest pressed up against your back, his lips linger around your ear; his breath tickling the outer shell before he speaks.
“How ‘bout I give you an easier question? How many times does Hyuk make you cum?” Wooin grips your throat tighter, the whispered words send a chill down your spine while simultaneously making your entire body heat up.
“Stop asking about him.” You speak the words through gritted teeth; partially out of annoyance but mostly to prevent yourself from moaning when you feel Wooin’s shaft nick your sweet spot.
A smirk graces his lips before he nips at your ear and speaks again; his hips unfaltering as the tip of his cock teases that extra soft area deep within your cunt.
“Fine, I’ll just call and ask him myself.”
Pulling back, Wooin releases your throat and he’s no longer draped over your body and he’s no longer rutting into you from behind. His hips continue moving but at a dramatically slower pace than usual.
He has to be bluffing, right?
There’s no way he was brazen enough to–
“Hey, Hyuk. I got a question.”
You’re yanked out of the blissful pleasure you were experiencing as you realize that he was indeed ballsy enough to pull something like that. You have no idea how he managed to grab his phone but it didn’t matter when you heard your boyfriend’s voice respond through the speaker.
“What’s up? Is it something quick? I’m a bit busy right now.”
“Yeah, it’ll be quick. I’m in a tight situation too.” Wooin chuckles, his thrusts picking up momentum again. “How many times does Y/N usually cum when you two fuck?”
Hyuk is quiet for a bit over the line, then lets out a snort of amusement.
“I don’t have time for this.” He says. “You of all people should know that it’s more fun to go until their legs shake. Then keep going after that.”
The two laugh and exchange goodbyes before Wooin hangs up and tosses his phone off to the side. Pulling all the way out of you, watching how sticky strings of your arousal dribble off his throbbing cock, he flips you on to your back and looms over you menacingly; swiping the leaking head through your folds.
“You don’t have plans today, right? We’re just getting started.”
──★ ˙ ̟JOKER ft. Wooin
You wear Wooin’s clothes and the jewelry he buys you as the most public declaration of being claimed by him. Pictures of the two of you together decorate your otherwise plain social media pages. Your phone’s lock screen is an image of Wooin. And sometimes when you get your nails done, you even have his initials incorporated into the design of your manicure. It’s obvious that you belong to Wooin; but does Wooin truly belong to you?
Wooin doesn’t seem to respect your relationship. He flirts with other girls. There isn’t a trace of you on his social media. It makes sense for Wooin to keep a personal phone and a work phone, but the fact you were unaware of his second cellphone spoke volumes about your relationship.
And it’s exactly why Joker doesn’t respect it either. It’s not like he owes Wooin any loyalty outside of their work obligations. That’s why he doesn’t stop you when you come on to him.
It’s inevitable that fucking around behind Wooin’s back becomes a recurring thing between you and Joker. He likes the softness of your body against his after going through a bunch of strenuous activity. The physical and emotional intimacy you share is something novel to him; and with all new things, it’s exciting.
“You always leave so many marks. Are you even trying to keep things a secret?” Joker asks in an amused tone, his head tilted back as it rests on the armrest of the couch while you straddle his lap; your lips and teeth latched to his neck.
“Just say you got these marks in a fight.” You murmur absentmindedly but if you were to be honest with yourself, you were starting to realize that you preferred spending time with Joker more than your actual boyfriend. Maybe you didn’t care to be so clandestine about things.
It’s not like Wooin cared enough to notice you pulling back from him anyway.
Hands securely gripping your hips, Joker bucks up into the warmth of your body; causing you to moan against his throat. Setting off a mild pace, the girthy and lengthy size of his shaft spears your insides to stimulate places that typically go untouched. What was supposed to be a relaxing day of just watching movies and playing with the puppy had somehow turned into you on Joker’s lap; grinding against him and leaving hickeys wherever your lips could reach.
But even that doesn’t last long and it soon turns into Joker fucking you into the couch cushions with your limbs wrapped around his sturdy frame. You keep drawing him in deeper as the heels of your feet dig into his lower back, making him groan. Caging you between his arms, his hands hold on to the back of the couch in a vice grip and give him more leverage to rut into you harder.
“Fuck, your pussy is so greedy.” Joker mutters, a husky moan falling from his lips.
“Maybe we need to start seeing each other more often.” You purr as your fingers idly rake through the tendrils of sweat dampened hair clinging to the back of his neck.
“Do you really want that?” He questions, only for the words to hang in the air unanswered as another moan pours from your lungs.
The idea of keeping you to himself and claiming you sends shivers down his spine. It fills him with a sense of longing that manifests as him thrusting into you deeper and harder. He knows for sure that Wooin had long vacated the space in your heart and there was now an empty spot needing to be filled. Even if Joker was the one stuffed inside your dripping cunt right now, were you really willing to let him fill your heart too?
There’s no time to have this conversation with you. Caught in the throes of lust, Joker continues to slide in and out of your slick walls. The wet heat is addicting and all he wants to do is drown in it. You seem to want the same thing as you claw at his back, moaning for more. Pure desire written all over your face; as if your pussy didn’t give away how you felt.
Joker was barely getting started and he already had you creaming around his dick, your sticky arousal accenting the salacious sounds of his balls smacking against your ass with every heavy thrust.
“Hajun– ohh fuck, oh my god–” You pant, your eyelids heavy and your jaw hinged open when you feel the fat head of his cock slam straight into your g-spot.
The syrupy way you say his name–his real name– has his cock jump excitedly within your tight heat. Never had the syllables sounded so good until he heard them dancing on your tongue. Lust drunk calls of his name has him plunging into you more wildly. Practically feral as the next level of pleasure is reached. Your legs are no longer locked around his waist because you’ve started to lose feeling in them as your body zeroes in on the sensation of your pussy being pounded so thoroughly. With the restriction gone, it allows Joker to move more freely; drawing his hips back further then plunging right back into you.
You didn’t think it was possible but his fervent thrusts become even more powerful. His hands no longer hold the back cushions of the couch and they’re now on your waist; yanking your body to meet the hungry snapping of his hips. Twitching and squirming beneath his touch, there’s nowhere for you to go except headfirst into your orgasm brought on by the constant pressure of his tip ramming into your sweet spot.
Despite the maddening sensation of release being dangled right in front of you and Joker, his thrusts are still so selfless and calculated. He twitches against the sensitive gumminess of your walls, pushing into you so deeply that you were sure that he was treating your cervix as a bullseye for where to cum.
If it wasn’t hot enough already, the heat in the pit of your stomach continues to rapidly build up as your climax creeps up on you; feeling like pure ecstasy was shot into your veins and traversed through your entire body.
All it took was a few more rough thrusts to make you come apart on Joker’s cock; your hole gushing around him. The added slickness of your walls counteracts the rather aggressive yet rhythmic clenching of your pussy as you orgasm.
It’s not until he’s thoroughly fucked you through your climax, Joker becomes greedy. He takes hold of your thighs that were dangling uselessly on either side of his hips before pushing them back against your chest. Pinning you against the couch with his body weight, he keeps your trembling figure in place until he’s able to find his own release. Bottoming out within your pulsing walls, thick streams of cum are cast within you. The sensitivity of your cunt lets you feel every single drop being dispersed within you and you swear that the sensation of getting filled up like this intensifies your orgasm that you thought was dying out.
You’re disappointed when Joker pulls out, the emptiness bordering on uncomfortable. But perhaps it was necessary– your mind was totally occupied by his dick when it was inside you and you never gave an answer to his question.
“Yeah. I want to start seeing you more often.” You finally tell him, a small laugh escaping you as you realize how absurd it feels to be rendered into this state of emotional vulnerability after getting your guts rearranged.
──★ ˙ ̟HYUK ft. Joker
Hyuk hates the way you cry over Joker being too busy for you. But he sure does love the attention you give him when you’re venting about your relationship problems.
Things have been like this for months now. A once harmonious relationship has become blasé and unfulfilling to you. Despite that, you still adore Joker wholeheartedly and can’t imagine being with someone else.
Breaking up with him never crossed your mind until Hyuk plants the idea. “Why are you dating a guy who doesn’t make you feel like a priority? You have a busy life too and still try to make time for him.” You wanted the words to come and go with the wind, but the way Hyuk spoke was so suggestive. A simple question and statement manage to be so sticky, tacking itself to your thoughts whether you liked it or not.
The seedling festers like an invasive plant in your head. It’s impossible to think about Joker and your relationship with him without it being tied back to the root issue; how touch starved you’ve been.
And that’s why it’s so easy for Hyuk to get under your skin. He had you since the moment you decided to tell him that there was trouble in paradise. Now, he knows about all your dirty laundry. How lonely you’ve been. How it’s been months since you’ve had an orgasm brought on by someone other than yourself.
“Do you really wanna give up on a year of commitment just for one night of fun?” Hyuk taunts you with the same question that’s been rattling around in your head– all while he’s got a hand between your legs– fingers boldly exploring the heat of your inner walls while the pad of his thumb is pressing against your clit.
“We really should stop.” You pant, reaching to grab Hyuk’s wrist as a feeble attempt to push him away. But there's no real push on your end– you're just pathetically holding his wrist. Caught between your true desires and what you deem as ‘right.’
And much to your surprise, he withdraws his fingers. Holding up the digits right before your face, he makes you look at the way your arousal thickly coats them; shimmering even in the low light.
“You’re so hot and wet already. I don't think you mean that.” He laughs mockingly before his tongue laps up your nectar from his fingers. “But whatever. Being delusional makes life more fun, doesn’t it?”
You hate how Hyuk is right. You hate how good he looks as he licks up every last drop of your juices. You hate the way you can feel your arousal soaking through your panties. And most of all, you hate yourself for not being able to control your urges. Despite all these issues that you could technically blame on Joker, you still don’t hate him. Not even a little. At least– not consciously. Because if you truly loved him still, you wouldn’t be pulling Hyuk closer and smashing your lips against his; eating up any of the goading words that might have been lingering on his tongue.
Have you no shame? Not only are you cheating on your boyfriend, you’re about to let his teammate of all people hide his dick inside you in one of the many grimey back alleyways that the city was comprised of. Anyone could walk by and witness this act of depravity. They could see how much of a slut you are; how selfish you were in the pursuit of pleasure.
Solid brick digs into your back as Hyuk's body pins you in place. His lips are hungry, devouring yours with a ferocity that makes your head spin. You can taste yourself on his tongue, a reminder of your own desperation. When your lips are no longer enough, he’s seeking any bit of exposed skin he can get his mouth on.
"Tell me to stop," Hyuk breathes against your neck, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin. "Tell me you don't want this."
But the words won't come. Your body betrays you, arching into his touch as his hands roam freely, mapping out every curve and plane. You're drowning in sensation, lost in the intoxicating mix of guilt and desire.
Hyuk's fingers fumble with the button of his pants, and you know you should stop him. You should push him away, run home to Joker, and beg for forgiveness.
But instead, you help Hyuk; your own hands shaking in excitement.
Legs spread and your pants stretched around your knees, Hyuk keeps his eyes on you while he's freeing his hard cock and dragging it along your dewy petals. His motions are taunting and teasing; a perfect match to the expression on his face. Equal parts maddening and delightful, the friction has you yearning for more. Lifting your hips in a silent plea, Hyuk lets out a small snort of amusement.
“You really want me to fuck you.” He murmurs, words coming out as a cross between a question and statement, a pleased grin spreading across his face.
Before you can even find the words to defend yourself or deny him, he loops his arms around your waist and draws your hips closer. It’s such a sly little movement, you couldn’t have anticipated what he was doing; until you feel the tip of his cock breaching your hole. Stunned by how easily he slipped inside of you– handsfree at that– you can only let out a soft moan as Hyuk thrusts forward.
It’s such an unconventional position. Standing face to face with Hyuk holding you against him. Yet everything about it has you yearning for more. It takes every bit of willpower you have to not let your knees buckle beneath you as the angle of his thrusts have his thick head pressing into your sweet spot with every motion. And that’s not even considering how good Hyuk must have felt and how snug your walls feel around his shaft due to your legs being only slightly parted rather than spread wide.
“If you feel good now, just imagine how much more I can do when it’s just us two alone.” Hyuk chuckles in this low, menacing tone that sends shivers up your spine.
The thought excites you– and he can feel it in the way your pussy squeezes him tighter.
His hips move with minimal effort with his dick lodged so deep inside you. Slow but deep grinds of his rigid length stimulate your center in an absolutely sinful type of pleasure. It’s the type of elation that makes your head fuzzy, body pliable, and jaw slack. The sensation never loses its novelty when you experience it. Hell, you could even say it gets better every time Hyuk fucks you; and he would wholeheartedly agree with you.
Learning your body and making you crave him filled a void in Hyuk that he didn’t even know he had. Even if you just saw him as a bootycall, it’s not gonna change the fact that he feels like life is just better when he’s balls deep in you like this. Your orgasm is close. He sees it in the way your eyes roll back. He hears it as your moans start to increase. He feels it in the way your pussy starts spasming around him. And he can taste it as he licks up the tears trickling down your cheeks.
Thank god, he thinks. Despite the excitement of claiming you in public like this, Hyuk knew it wouldn’t be much longer until someone would stumble upon your compromising position. Being so attuned to your body, all it takes is a few sharp thrusts into your sweet spot for you to come apart on him.
As the night is still young and guilt for your actions hadn’t set in quite yet, Hyuk knew he would have fun breaking you down and turning you into his own cocksleeve in private.
──★ ˙ ̟VINNY ft. Jay
Two parents with well paying jobs. God given talent. An easy time shifting from a social recluse to everyone’s favorite. Jay was bestowed with so many things in life that Vinny has to fight tooth and nail for.
But you’re an exception.
You’re not a gift to be possessed by Jay alone. You’re a person with free will and emotions. So when you make the active decision to ditch Jay in favor of Vinny, it makes him feel like he’s one step closer to being on top of the world.
Everyone says that Jay is good for you. All your friends say that he’s the one for you; you’re a better match for him than Shelly was. And that he really loves you. Yet he knows nothing about the burdens you carry on your shoulders and what keeps you up late at night crying.
Jay is completely clueless about how you call Vinny every night seeking his comfort because he’s the only person who truly gets you and makes you feel seen in every single way. Your heart lied with Vinny at the end of the day. It was only natural that your body would follow after it.
“Vinny, are you sure about this?” You ask, tilting your head in curiosity.
The question falls from your lips so casually like the two of you aren’t already naked in his bed with you straddling him. A casual conversation had turned into cuddling. And the cuddling had escalated to making out. You’ve definitely crossed the point of no return once clothes started coming off. It would be a cruel joke for you to get cold feet now because he’s so fucking hard, it almost hurts. He’s never been this aroused before.
But he’s also never gotten this close to having sex before either.
“Are you sure about this?” He quips back in a strained voice; mentally fighting the battle of not wanting to take advantage of your vulnerability but also really needing an outlet for his sexual frustration.
Eyes drifting down to his hard cock standing tall toward the ceiling, your teeth sink into your lower lip nervously. Vinny is about the same length as Jay, give or take a centimeter. But he’s girthier. So much so, it makes your hole ache in anticipation.
“Just getting performance anxiety because it’s your first time.” You respond sheepishly, ducking your head slightly to hide the embarrassment on your face while your hand reaches to pump his cock slowly. “Tell me what feels good.”
Vinny has to stop himself from laughing at your comment. He should be the one that’s outwardly nervous. A stoic expression albeit his rosy cheeks masks any semblance of anxiety. Firstly, it’s his first time but not yours. The chances of him finishing in under two minutes is extremely likely. Secondly, he’s a guy so it’s quite rare for sex to not feel good. Based on what he’s heard.
Finally ready to mount him, you guide Vinny’s dick into your pussy; the slick ring of muscle giving way to his thickness and stretching with every inch that embeds itself into your walls. You and Vinny are moaning and whimpering from the initial contact. His fingertips roughly dig into the meat of your hips, holding on for dear life as he tries to wrap his head around how good it feels to be inside you. The slick and tight heat of your pussy has Vinny’s mind swirling. He could never go back to his hand after experiencing this type of pleasure. The only thing stopping him from cumming immediately is his desire to drag out this experience for as long as he could.
Just when Vinny thinks can’t get any better, you start to move; steadily riding him as you get comfortable with him inside you. Toes curled, fingers bruising your hips, he focuses his gaze on your point of connection. When you lift yourself up, he sees his shaft coated in your sticky arousal. Then when you bring your ass down and take him to the hilt, he can feel the tip of his cock hitting some spongy spot within you.
Vinny had never been a super religious person, but after being embraced by the warmth of your walls like this, he prays for the strength to make this night last long enough to satisfy both you and him.
He bucks into you needily, whining and pleading for you to go faster. His hips are so strong, you feel yourself nearly losing balance and he has to use the vice grip he already has on you to guide your movements.
“Fuck, Vinny– you’re so deep.” you whimper as he thrusts up into you every time he pulls you down on him.
Driven by lust, any anxieties have been quelled. The heat of your body on his pacifies all the worries he felt while simultaneously fueling this hunger that had laid dormant within him for so long.
All he sees is you. All he hears is you. All he feels is you, you, and more you. The only thing he’s missing is the taste of you. But he knows he can get that later. This wouldn’t be a one time thing.
So, okay, we know Hyuk plays dirty, he LOVE to play dirty because it's a source of fun for him.
That's why he would be the same with you.
he has absolutely no sense of shame, so he would lift up your skirt in a public place or even pull the strap of your bra. so hard that it would slam against your skin.
ordinary sexual intercourse? no, no. This asshole definitely has a tendency to sadism. This does not mean that he will beat you or whip you, but Hyuk could slap you with his hand on your thighs, enjoying how red streaks form on you with each new blow.
And he would also use dirty words.
Hyuk looks like a quiet guy, but he has a pretty talkative mouth that will pour out so much dirt that your ears will turn red every single time you remember.
"Have you finished yet? You're pathetic"
"too sensitive for my fingers? You're the one who couldn't get off them."
"I know you're a brat. You're a real brat, and people like you need to be raised exactly the way they're used to."
"Do you want to play? It's going to be a game by my rules."
Hyuk also wouldn't hesitate to bite you, hard, to the point of pain, just to make you scream.
Hyuk would love to see you cry. maybe the first time he just went overboard and you feel really hurt. he would have stopped, but it's hard to miss the fact that he looked at your tears for so long, and smiled while soothing you.
overstimulation
Delaying the time of your arrival, just to torment you
And by the way
it is unlikely that he cares about protection during sexual intercourse, so now this is your problem and area of responsibility.
could you please write for Oliver once again????🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
You look like a tattoo artist!A reader who looks like his friend
What if Oliver agrees to Poel's stupid words about getting his first tattoo one of these random days?
Poel is so damn full of tattoos, like he's now a walking temple of art or a graffiti-painted wall.
And I'm pretty sure he would have talked Oliver into doing something on his skin. small or big, don't care, Oliver is already a damn cocky guy with a smart mouth, but what if he also had a tattoo? yes
So at the moment when Oliver was already in the studio, nervously tapping his foot on the floor and thinking that this was the shittiest idea in his life, then he would have met you.
bright, with ink on your shirt, the contours of the pattern on yours, the piercing, and that lazy styling on your hair, as if you just recently woke up and didn't take enough care of your hair.
I actually like the idea that some people find their mate by accident and they look so much like their dear/close friends.
So, at the mall, while Oliver could be looking after teddy bears for his little sister, you could be picking out new needles for new punctures.
or is it the difference in style between two people who are very compatible with each other, but it's not clear how it happens when it's all so damn different?
and if your appearance screamed that you stood out from others, then Oliver was standing behind you in that white shirt, like a man eating between "classic" and "new fashion" and all the way showing "hey, that's my girl, she's cool right?"
It just seems to me that Poel called himself the cupid of love for a long time after that, and Clover or Bale talked about how damn similar she looked to his friend, and that would be funny.
And honestly, I think he could let you use it as your personal canvas for your work.
Ace of Wands usually mean strong passions, desires, intentions and new ideas. The wand here means the movement. See how the hand comes out of smoky clouds and offers a wand? the wand is still growing, the leaves have sprouted from it. This symbolizes new idea, will, passion and process. But considering from Vinny's character and situation, this is what my intuition tells me about this card. The hand is coming out of the clouds and offers a help, but whoever it is, doesn't show their face, they are still shrouded in the shadows. Almost like Vinny sees the help being offered to him and doesn't care who it is from. This reminded me of situation he had with Juwon. He was desperate and in that times of need, a new idea was offered, hence a hand coming out of smoky clouds BUT at the same time, that's the only thing Vinny saw, he didn't care if the person holding the wand had ulterior motives. Also notice how the background, you can see a building, almost like a promise of something great but the path to that and to that building is divided by the river. This can symbolize hardship but my intuition regarding the Vinny tells me that this means "this isn't the path you have to take" because the water symbolizes intuition, emotions and feelings, and it's not taking the path to that building but is blocking it, the exact way Vinny's feelings (him wanting to play fair, refusing to take drugs, rebellion) went to another path, his path and blocked his way to Juwon.
Four Of Swords: there is calmness presented in this card. three swords are hanging from the wall, symbolizing the suffering the man just endured. though for Vinny, it's reversed. which means, he's still stuck at the stage of three swords, still stuck to his suffering and he's relentless, thinking it might bring him to some peace and satisfaction. but see how his eyes are closed? he cannot see, blindness basically and from what I can see, he's ignoring what can actually bring him peace and that's what's being showed in the window! In the window, we see a mother and a child, my intuition is telling me that's what brings him a peace but unfortunately, his eyes are closed and cannot see.
Knight of Swords: I think this card pretty much sums up what my tarot thinks about Vinny. Here, we see a young man—a knight—on a horse, rushing in the storm with a sword. What we see here is brave, indeed, not everyone would have guts to charge in the storm. This means Vinny is not going to back out, because he has something to achieve BUT at the same time, this is also reckless. The knight charging in the storm shows recklessness and lack of concern for his well being or the horse. Sure, one may be confident in their abilities and this card shows Vinny isn't the type to get scared or back out, but at the same time, he also ignores the risks and is aggressive, also reckless. While charging in and taking everything head on is great, it's also good to slow down, let the storm pass and go on peacefully.
This was an amazing reading and I think really deciphered Vinny's situation and character so well, especially his relationship with his mother. "His mother is the only one that can hold him back" yup yup, definitely his peace! There were more cards regarding his loss and relationship with Hummingbird but I don't want to exhaust myself with too much reading. Maybe I'll do more reading tomorrow or some day with my tarot haha:)
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VINNY HONG HAS BEEN YOUR FRIEND quite a while now. how long has it been? years? you two just happened to work at the same part-time job. honestly, it was surprising turn of events, since vinny rarely befriended anyone. but through the moments of getting yelled at by boss for being late together, complaining about costumers together, cleaning up or serving others together—it just naturally unfolded. and of course, when sung heard vinny made a female friend, he didn't let it slide. no no, he definitely invited you to their hangout and made you part of them.
VINNY WASN'T A BAD FRIEND at all. he was quite attentive and caring in his own tsundere way. he was grumbling a lot, sure, but he still would take care of you. he would let you come over at his place, trusting you that you wouldn't judge him for poverty, cook ramen for you while his mom would make kimchi. despite his personality, vinny always managed to create nice atmosphere. he was called a mad dog and yet, he felt so safe.
VINNY WAS SURE YOU WERE JUST A FRIEND, he was sure he didn't want anything else with you. that's why sung's teasing didn't work on him, neither did dom's. "Oohh you have a girl friend now, huh? dudeee, so jealous" "is this a beginning of a romance?" and etc. it just got on his nerves. is it wrong to be friends with opposite sex without someone buzzing in your ear about it? apparently so. he wasn't desperate. sure, he wasn't proud of being single but he definitely wasn't desperate. you were just a friend!
SO WHY WAS HE GETTING CONFUSED from times to times? is it because you didn't mind wearing his hoodie? is it because you didn't mind sleeping over at his place? is it because you just became too familiar or maybe his teenage hormones were acting up? sometimes he couldn't tell. but noo, he was still sure. just friends. nothing else. but he has to note that you look awfully great in his clothes, hey maybe he started paying more attention to you?
HE SWEARS YOU TWO ARE JUST FRIENDS but he just likes to give you his jacket, okey? he just likes to have you at his place okey? it's not like your hangouts started feeling like dates—nah, not at all. it's not like he was stealing glances at your lips or cleavage, definitely not. that would be crazy, right? also definitely not getting more self-aware around you. haha, yeah def not...right?
BEING FRIENDS MEANS HIM protecting you, right? that includes scaring away the creeps from you. friends protect each other all the time, what's wrong about that? it's not like he gets upset and angry when someone else flirts with you. lolol he's just...doing his job as a friend...right? but wait, why does he feel so annoyed when sung tries to hit on you? why does feel upset when he sees you laughing with dom? is this another protective instinct friends have?....no, he knew that. friends don't feel this way.
IT'S NOT ONLY VINNY, it's also you. you noticed the way your heart started beating louder whenever he touched you, how you started to love making eye contact with him, how he was suddenly so incredibly handsome. you weren't stupid. you knew what this meant. but how could you tell him? what if this ruined the friendship? what if he would feel awkward and break contact with you? it was a risk that you weren't sure you could take.
AS IF THE UNIVERSE WAS SCHEMING you two to get together, embarrassing things kept happening. you accidentally walked in on him changing and left blushing like crazy, sitting in the car where there wasn't much space, thanks to hummingbird, you had to literally sit in his lap for a shortwhile but enough time to cause him to short-circuit. going on a trip with his crew only to have to share a bed. man, were the gods pairing you two? probably saying "just confess already!" but it wasn't easy, was it?
VINNY COULDN'T DENY IT ANYMORE. he couldn't deny how he was getting lost in your eyes, how your smile made him feel better, how he was always looking forward to seeing you, how your sleepy voice made him get cuteness aggression, how normal touches made him feel hot if they were from you. not to mention how jealous he got when you mention other guys or if someone else hits on you. it's crystal clear—he fell in love with you. maybe dom was right, maybe sung wasn't wrong at all. he would fall in love with you and maybe, just maybe, he didn't distance himself from you back then, because he already loved you or wanted to love you. maybe he has just been lying to himself all this time. but lies cannot live long. eventually, you would figure out the truth if you already didn't. and that...actually scared him. what if you looked at him weirdly? what if you rejected him? what if you didn't feel comfortable with being his friend anymore? what if he would find out that he wasn't made to be loved?
AND THEN IT JUST HAPPENED naturally. he wasn't planning to confess, neither were you. but the way he was overly cautious with a guy you started hanging out with rubbed you wrong way, like you didn't know why he cared so much. he was saying how that guy was a dipshit and couldn't treat you right, which, again, brought us to a question of why he cared so much. and in the full hopes, you asked him that. and it happened. he said it. "because i am fucking in love with you." it happened. and you had no idea how to react to that. all you could do was pull him into a kiss and surely that was an answer he was looking for, craving for all this time. guess there's thin line between romantic and platonic love, huh?
Being in a relationship with Owen sounds so...nice. He's loyal as hell, attentive, attractive, affectionate—what could possibly go wrong?
Your last words, before you noticed how authoritive, possessive and two-faced he was. Putting up a smile in front of you, but beating the crap out of others when you are not around. Being pathetic for you but telling his own crew member to lower his height and bow to him whenever he talked. Acting all sweet and clueless while getting rid of every single way any other guys interact with you, just so he could have you to himself.
At first it sounded like jealousy and you even found it cute, until you realized he wasn't insecure, he was confident in relationship even. He was just possessive, territorial. And it could get suffocating sometimes.
Like when a guy was talking to you and Owen purposely hit a ball too fucking hard and almost broke a wall very close to you. Haha the guy got scared haha but you know who else did? You. Your soul left your damn body. Not exactly great idea now huh, Owen?
He's all sweet and cute with you, so you were surprised to see how he orders around others or how cruel he can be in fights. Legit you had to figure out if he had a fucking twin.
He's hesitant to show you certain sides of him and you do understand that. Everyone has a persona they show and self that they hide. But there will be moments where you question whether you truly know him or not.
Owen can absolutely understand boundaries but at the same time, he is clingy. So yeah, there will be times when he just freaking follow you whenever you go, stalk you or send someone to stalk. Welp, you gotta deal with that.
Still, if you tell him to don't follow you, he probably won't. Because, again, he does understand boundaries and consent.
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Noah is....tough. Or aggressive even. She has quite a temper and definitely not best personality. Now, this can be admirable in a way. She doesn't let anyone walk over her and she definitely would not let anyone walk over you either. She's not afraid to pick fights and dislikes appearing weak in front of anyone. She's definitely tough. But again, those traits can make relationship with her tough to deal with too.
Let's start with how she hates being weak in front of someone. So it would take long time, and I mean, long time for her to truly open up to you. She hates crying, she hates venting—it makes her seem vulnerable. So, when she's sad, I think she would get aggressive about it and you will have to deal with that. She will not show you her vulnerable side unless she really, really trusts you. But even then, she will hide that vulnerable part of her.
Speaking of trust, Noah definitely doesn't trust just anyone. So if she chooses you as her lover, then she definitely trusts you but...doesn't mean she won't have some distrust. Hence, why she will appear jealous when others hit on you and etc.
She picks up trouble whenever she goes, so....get ready to deal with it? Not like she will drag you into it too much but still, you will be worried and often will have to bandage her bruises and give her first aid kit, while scolding her for getting into trouble again.
She does make you worry a lot. Not intentionally, but she doesn't realize how much it affects you when she throws herself into a danger.
When she's annoyed or frustrated, it's hard to make her listen. So you will have to listen to shit tons of yelling at times.
She's also impatient, so try to show up to dates on time, okey?🥲
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How the fuck do I even start.
The fact that he's obsessive? "When he gets interested in someone, nothing can stop him"? Like hello? Sounds like red flag already.
Speaking of Hyuk in romantic context is hard, but if he ever really falls in love, he will also obsess. But imo, relationship with him also heavily depends on his partner. Some can deal with someone who's obsessed, some get scared and leave.
You'll have to set clear and strict boundaries, not because he doesn't understand the importance of boundaries, but because...at first he might not pay much attention to it if they're not clear enough. Like with Jay, how he ignored whether Jay wanted to play a game or not and basically forced him into it. I'm not saying he will force you into things you don't want, but he accidentally might if you cannot tell him off.
Like he wants to ride with you right now but you cannot? If you say yes to please him, then yeah he basically forced into activity you didn't want. But if you tell him that you don't want to, then he will pout like a cat and ride alone.
What I'm saying is, dating Hyuk is not for weak hearted. I think that should be obvious from the way he rides alone. He definitely won't change himself or his riding style just for his partner—I can see him softening it...just a bit, but that's it—so he'd appreciate it more if you just accept him like that.
Hyuk might be obsessive but he really values his privacy and alone time, so he would want his partner to understand that. Like yeah he might just go outside alone and not return for hours because he loves being alone for a while.
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synopsis: after the incident, kento had width-drawn becoming cold and bitter. the two of you slowly work together to re-build your relationship.
content warnings: angst to comfort, arguments, slow, slow burn, marital issues, mentions of hospitals, pet names, descriptions of injury, self!depreciating kento, use of “cripple”, use of Y/N, satoru mention!
word count: 2,004
authors note: when i saw the jjk movie and saw kentos death💔 i knew i had to write about it where he survives LIKE KENTO GET UP. everyday i miss my lover.
p.s i used a lot of dividers to separate like different days/moments so hopefully it’s not too confusing!
p.p (haha pp) s THIS IS MY LONGEST WORK EVER! 2K! i’m so passionate about this man..
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the time read 12:33AM, it was another night in the shokos office. kento laid wrapped in bandages from head to toe small gaps left for IV and assisted breathing tubes. your hand intertwined with his tracing a gentle ‘k’ for kento over and over on the back of his hand.
your head rested on his chest, feeling the slow rhythmic beat of his chest.
“it’s late ken.. i have to go home soon. shoko’s tired, and.. i miss you, a lot.”
one sided conversations weren’t out of the norm especially with patients in comas. you breathe in deeply reminiscent of those early mornings where he could still reply: the smell of wood and hot chocolate now replaced by skin and antibacterial wipes.
shoko places a gentle hand on your back, urging you to sit up.
“he’s stable, Y/N, you can come back in the morning.. you need rest too.”
you nod, slowly peeling yourself off of your husband. fingers still ever so slightly together.
“kento..” you whisper softly, a sigh leaves you wobbly and afraid.
“wake up.. please.”
its the same routine every day, you come in at 6AM sharp sometimes in pajamas other times in kentos clothes. you sit beside him from morning to night and everytime you have to part you whisper the same request.
tonight, he fulfills it.
his fingers suddenly come to life, twitching, trying to hold onto yours.
“shoko— shoko! hes moving! kento woke up!” you squeal, gripping his hand tightly, his fingers reciprocate squeezing yours with all his might.
the brunette rushes over, carefully peeling off his bandages and unhooking the breathing tube.
“just when i thought i couldve gone home.” she muttered softly, reaching for a chart.
you both watch as his eyes adjust to the florescent lights. shoko steps forward shining a personal flashlight to his eyes checking his pupils.
“what’s the last thing you remember?”
kento’s brows furrow in concentration, trying his best to speak. five hoarse words leave his lips immediately causing you to burst out in tears.
“i was burned in shibuya..”
shoko nods, clicking off the flashlight and writing down on her chart.
“are you aware of who you are?”
“i am nanami kento.”
shoko points to you, “and are you able to tell me who this is?”
“thats.. my darling,” he clears his throat, starting over. “my wife.. Y/N.”
she nods approvingly. “okay, stable memory, good vitals, no signs of internal injury. honestly, id like to go home. so. congratulations nanami! i’m clearing you for a clean bill of health, i’ll just bandage you up and you can come back in the morning for further check ups and medications.”
the car ride home was.. overwhelmingly peaceful. you had reclined the seat all the way back, turned on the seat warmers, threw a blanket over kentos lap and a squishmallow under his head.
you spoke softly trying to not startle him, talking about how you coped, how you visited everyday. he replied periodically to let you know he was there. he was present and it wasn’t all just a dream.
when you got home, you whipped up a quick bowl of congee and pork floss along with water and kentos favorite tea. the two of you showered together, you helped him scrub off dead skin flakes, washing his hair, gentle reassurances whispered to each other while soft jazz played from your phone.
that night, kento doesn’t look in the mirror. he knows he’s different he’s just not sure how much different he is.
he knows his limbs are intact, he knows he’s been in a coma so long the burnt half of his hair had grown back and he’d be due for a haircut soon. he knows he has dead skin from the burns and he knows some wounds are still open and raw, part of his arm is marbled like wagyu though he doesn’t know how much of him is like that. he’s not quite ready to check.
despite being fresh out of a coma, kento was already going back to his habits. he was awake long before you, on his way to make the both of you breakfast he caught a glimpse of himself in the window. he rushes back to the bedroom looking at himself in the mirror.
a deep angry scar runs from his brow across his eyelid ending where his jaw and earlobe meets. his neck had scabs and discolored skin still trying to regenerate. from his collarbone down to his fingertips on his right hand was marbled and textured.
slowly.. he lifted his shirt, looking at the half of his body that was “damaged” once smooth even skin decorated with abs and muscles that seemed to be made of stone were now replaced by ribs and bumped tender flesh creating all sorts of patterns that mixed in with the rest of his flesh.
kento no longer recognized himself.
he hears rustling behind him, your arms wrap around him careful of his injured side.
“ken..? its early, come back to bed.”
he stiffens under your touch, suddenly hyper aware to how he looked less human and more horror genre monster. he can feel himself shrinking further and further into his own skin.
“let go of me.” he hissed, voice shaking with melancholy.
you immediately oblige, looking up at him curiously.
thats when the first of many fights occurred, you didnt expect it the first day back from his stay in the hospital to be an argument.
you reach out for his face— he swats your hand. you gasp, stepping back from him.
“Y/N.. honey—”
“dont.”
kento drops to his knees, face against your legs.
“darling— i.. i’m so, so sorry i dont know what came over me.”
“yeah.. i know ken, its hard. but, i’m here..”
you crouch down to his level, burrowing yourself between his arms. fingers tracing circles on his back.
“dont worry baby..”
days became weeks and as the weeks went on, kentos mental health had declined significantly, you constantly fought and at the end of it all he became a shut in.
today was no different then the day before and it won’t be different tomorrow.
you two sat opposite of each other on the couch, nothing but the hum of the refrigerator. you sigh, throwing the blanket over your legs.
“kento. dont you wanna at least try going out today? the suns setting you can even put on a mask! you need to go outside..”
“i’m not in the mood today.” he curtly replied, flipping the next page in his self help book.
a book that you had bought, one that was supposed to encourage him to get out of the house and face his new found social anxiety.
“well you can’t just fucking sit here day in and day out! reading that stupid book isnt what’s to get you outside kento. you have to at least try and get up— it doesn’t matter if you read one or one hundred books you’ll still be a shut in because you’re so damn stubborn!”
“you have no idea what it’s like to be in my shoes. dont you think i’d like to go outside?” he retorted, you’re both standing screaming at each other. he takes a deep breath. “i look like a freak. i am a freak. i cant go outside like this and you can’t seem to get that through your head!”
tears well up in kentos eyes. he wipes them with a near by tissue, lowering his voice. “i just.. dont want to be a burden to you, i’m trying to save you the humiliation.”
the silence that follows is one like no other. he had a point you weren’t the one that was burned yet you knew he was slowly killing himself this way.
you nod silently.
“if you’re not ready, i’ll accept it.”
things were getting better, kento was slowly but steadily accepting his new found looks. he even agreed to go outside. but to your dismay you had the misfortune of meeting teenage boys.
the two of you sat under a shady tree in the park sharing sandwiches and all sorts of cheeses.
your head rested in his lap while he fed you. it was the first time in what felt like forever since he’s been out in the sun, especially without his mask and cap.
all was well, the two of you laughed and played until they passed on their bikes speaking loudly enough for everybody and their mothers to hear..
“who let that guy out of spirt halloween?!”
“bro! be careful he’ll hear you.. and come charging at us on all fours!”
“and look at who he’s with! i wonder how much he paid—”
they speed down the street laughter being heard all the way till they turned into the nearby neighborhood.
kento stood up without a word, he begins packing the picnic spread back into its basket muttering about how foolish he was.
the car ride was nothing besides tense, you look over at kento in the passenger seat knuckles white from how hard his fist were squeezed together.
“kento.. do you wanna talk about it?”
“they called me a monster. from a god damn halloween store!” voice rising higher than any mountain top he slams a fist against the car door.
“a rabid dog.. they— they thought i paid you to go on a date with me.”
his shoulders slumped in defeat head rested against the window.
“i know kento. i know, i heard and i’m so sorry. you didn’t deserve that.”
there wasn’t anything that could comfort kento, deep down he knew, you both knew people were going to judge— they were always going to give snide remarks always going to give pitying looks. but never would they accept it. never accepting him.
the next argument occurred while changing kentos gauze, he leaned against the bathroom counter while you gently dabbed his raw skin with antiseptics.
he draws in a sharp breath turning himself to the side.
“i hate you seeing me like this. i’m not the man you married. i’m less than human, half my body is burnt off and every day— every day! i feel eyes on me, i’m not stupid. they think i’m a monster, someone thats undeserving of you. and they’re.. they’re right. you deserve someone thats not.. not a cripple—”
you had heard enough, you couldn’t bear to hear your husband speak so lowly of himself. you slam the bottle of antiseptics against the counter, but this time.. you didn’t yell, didnt cry, didnt argue. instead you did what kento would’ve: you comforted him.
“nanami kento. you listen to me, i am your wife and you are my husband. i dont care that you’re not the same i didnt marry you for your looks. i married you because you were the man that took care of my fever on our second date, the man that cherished me from the first email you sent me to the night you left to shibuya. why wouldn’t i cherish you the same way? just because it’s hard now doesn’t mean i’ll leave— so dont you ever doubt my devotion to you again.”
a beat passes, kento sniffles and before he can stop it tears are falling from the both of you.
he cups your face, your hands immediately rest on his wrist.
“dont cry kento.. you’ll hurt yourself.”
“dont you dare cry either, i’m here..”
“i know ken, im here too. i meant what i said i’ll always be here.”
throughout time kento healed both himself and your relationship.
he quit the jujustu world, living off steady payment from the school and the occasional boatload of money from satoru wired to his bank account.
there were hard days, of course there were. they’re always expected during recovery those days loomed over him like dark rain clouds but when the rain finally did fall, you were there with an umbrella.
"the person you called, is unavailable. please leave a message after the beep–"
you pressed on the red button, a frustrated groan escapes out of your lips as i rubbed your palms to your face.
you missed him.
you missed Vinny Hong.
51 missed calls, not one was called back. not even a text, no nothing.
the rain only went down more and more each time. the only thing keeping you from the cold air was your thick knitted sweater, and the warm feel of your blanket around your figure.
you've waited and waited. nothing.
the door was always open for him to come back whenever he wanted— no, needed to. your heart would always open for him, and only him. whenever, anytime.
your head went spiral in thoughts, which drove you to sleep as midnight went on. the empty space beside you on your bed was cold and unattended. it was unusual but yet so often it happened. but then again, you kept thinking about it and worrying about him.
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the door creaks open. the figure already quietly made his way into the main door, then towards your shared bedroom.
upon seeing you all crumpled up in the bed, his heart nearly shatters looking at how lonely you looked. the space next to you, which belonged to him was empty. the missed calls he purposefully ignored to not leave you worried, only ended up making you worry sick to your stomach even worse.
he approached the side of the bed —your side— kneeling right beside you, sleeping so peacefully even with the reddened under eye, the visible wet patch on the pillow case.
it hurts him so much looking at you like this. so full of worry, and it pains him so much too knowing he can't do anything about his own habits of doing things he knows that mentally kills you.
vinny tensed when he saw you stir in your sleep. he knows you felt his presence. the air went a little thicker, the raindrops hitting the windows as the whitesound to get you to sleep.
as soon as your eyes flutter open to catch the dark shadow of his features, you went awake, soft mumble of his name leaves your lips. and damn if that didn't make his heart beats a little faster. he loved how sweet you always sounded. and he hates how he dismiss that easily by being so absent in your life.
"[name]." he quietly said. his eyes bores into yours, hoping you wouldn't spin the wheel in your mind to stop at wanting to get mad and lash out at him.
and to his prayers?
"vinny." your groggy, gentle voice calls out. nothing sounded angry. nothing sounded off. but just rather, a sense of worry and tired.
you, are tired. of crying, texting, calling, begging, reaching out for him.
before he could form a word, you threw yourself onto him, your arms wrap tightly around his torso in a hug. he didn't say anything to even begin with. but rather wraps his stronger arms around you, embracing you back as if protecting you from whatever it is in the world.
you. were his world. and he destroyed that simply by going m.i.a most of the time.
he knows he's not worthy of being in this place— being your boyfriend. he knows he tries his best but yet fucks it up because of his mental health that's been going on in worse ways.
he hates it. but he loves you.
your cracked voice telling him to stay and not leave anymore, practically begging broke his heart into million pieces.
he hates that he does this to you. and he hates it even more when he knows that he would do it again.
can you call me, please? 'cause i wanna be with you.
synopsis. after cutting ties with his loved ones, he finds himself entangled with his next-door neighbour.
content. smau. fem reader, yumi doesnt exist in this au lol
a/n. hallooo its been a while 🫠 ive really been into smaus recently so i decided to make one myself hahaaa i hope u guys like it. there will be 3 parts to this!!!
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everyday is the same for you — eat, uni, sleep — nothing exciting ever happens to the girl who lives alone in her dreary apartment.
as you trudge the stairs to your unit, a striking red-head catches the corner of your eye.
you couldn't help but stare, admiring the man before your eyes as he fumbles through his pockets to search for his keys.
it's been a while since you last saw someone at that apartment. you remember how a brown-haired male used to stay there, but you haven't seen him since.
as your eyes bore onto the red-head's face, he turns his gaze towards you, wondering what's your problem.
feeling flustered from getting caught, you dip your head into a slight nod before heading into your home.
you couldn't stop thinking about him for the next few days. however, you didn't encounter him since.
stepping out of the lecture hall, the sound of raindrops surround you, roughly splattering against the ground.
you sigh as you retrieve your umbrella from your bag, bracing yourself for the unwanted journey home under the rain.
you reach your apartment with wet shoes and damp clothes, the humidity making your hair frizz.
a chilling wind blows against you as you enter the lobby, however preoccupied with closing your umbrella, you accidentally bump into someone.
"sorry! i wasn't looking-"
a sight for your sore eyes; you quickly back up as you fold your umbrella.
he brushes the raindrops that transferred onto his black blazer from your umbrella with a quiet confidence, before looking up to meet your eyes.
you couldn't help but notice his heterochromic eyes, and it made you entranced even more.
he looks so charming in his monochrome fit, but you snap yourself out of your thoughts before speaking,
"hey, you're my new neighbour right?"
he nods, holding his large umbrella beside him dashingly.
the next few words were a blur. it was you purely talking on autopilot.
but before you knew it, you exchanged numbers with him;
Vinny wasn't the type to do pranks, no. He didn't really see the hype in them. I mean, sure, sometimes they can be fun but really, it's only momentary and a waste of time.
Did that stop him from agreeing with your prank idea—after half an hour begging from you—out of his own curiousity? No. It didn't. Sung would wish it did stop him though.
It was just small, innocent prank. The kind that would cause no harm. You were just curious, after all. Would Sung cover up for Vinny or no?
"You ready?" You grinned at Vinny, phone already in your hand.
"Yeah yeah, just do it already." He said with a roll of his eyes, his phone also resting in his hand.
You texted Sung, knowing damn well Vinny was literally laying beside you.
"See? He tried to cover you up!" You pointed out. "Damn, I cannot trust him to tell me the truth anymore."
Vinny snorted. "Isn't this the response you wanted to get out of him?"
Before you could answer him back, his phone started buzzing with notifications. They were from Sung, obviously.
You laughed at Sung's harsh words, even Vinny couldn't help but be amused. Not because he just got insulted, but because his stupid friend actually fell for the prank.
"Awww" you sing-songed. "Knew I could trust him!"
Vinny glanced at you, his eyebrow comically raised. "Didn't you just say you couldn't—"
"Past is past, Vinny!"
At this, Sung absolutely lost his mind. It was obvious from how he was texting. And you didn't know whether to laugh or be in awe by how he stood up for you, even in prank scenario. Not like you didn't expect him to scold Vinny, he was the one giving Vinny relationship tips, after all—even if they sucked at certain degree. But still, knowing your boyfriend's friend wasn't a jackass and someone trustworthy did make you smile a lot.
"Damn, his imagination is going wild." Vinny mumbled, trying to seem annoyed but failing.
Then his phone rang loudly. It was Sung. You didn't even hear his voice yet—didn't have to—to know that he was absolutely panicking right now.
Vinny answered the phone call, expecting an earful, which he absolutely got. "Yea—"
"Where the actual fuck are you and what are you doing?! You cannot tell me that your girlfriend doesn't deserve to know about this! For fuck's sake, Vinny, don't mess it up. Like really. Girls don't like when their boyfriends behave this way. You're making yourself suspicious. Like wayyyy too sus! You don't want that in a relationship so like—"
"Calm the fuck down." Vinny groaned. "I'm at home."
"Don't tell me to ca—at home?! And you couldn't tell your girlfriend that?!"
"She knows."
"No, she doesn't! She texted me where you were." Sung yelled through the phone, much angrier than you would be if this was an actual situation.
You felt kind of bad..but you couldn't hold back your laughter. "I'm sorry, Sung. It was a prank."
Silence.
Sung took few seconds trying to register what was happening right now. "A what? Prank?"
"Yup!" You continued. "Sorry!"
"Wait so—Vinny isn't cheating? You two are still good?" Sung asked, taken aback.
"Of course I'm not cheating, dickwad. What even made you think that?!" Vinny snapped, offended his friend even assumed such thing about him.
"I mean, you made it seem so suspicious! I didn't know what else to think!" Sung got defensive, but then added, ignoring Vinny's loud scoff. "Well, I'm glad it's nothing serious LOL!"
"You're the best, Sung!" You cheered.
Before Sung could even respond, Vinny hang up, ignoring your protest about it. "Happy?" He said with an exasperated sigh. "Very much!" You said with a grin.
He groaned, tagging at your waist to pull you closer. "You owe me for this one."
heyy i have a really wild request but i swear its got good potential just bear with me for a second... i was thinking Azriel x reader?
so reader is illyrian and was with rhys Under The Mountain and when she comes back from there her wings are gone, so he's all like what happened and just extremely sad angst all around... turns out she begged rhys to cut her wings off because she saw amarantha do it to somebody else and she would rather have them taken voluntarily than ripped away from her... and so like after that maybe theres this big rift in btween rhys and reader cuz he feels extremely guilty no matter how hard she tries to tell him its okay and well ig i would love to see it end in extreme love and affection in the inner circle? this is way too thought out ik and its like A-okay if you dont wanna do it k bbg love ya
Missing Pieces (Azriel x Reader)
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(Photos courtesy of Pinterest)
Summary: When you and Rhys return from UTM, there’s a very distinctive part of you that’s missing. The circumstances surrounding it is crushing, but you had to do what you had to do to survive. But will you and Rhys survive returning?
Authors Note: Beware, angst below. I tried to stick with the request as best as I could, so I hope you enjoy.
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You never thought you would see Velaris again.
You had come to terms with the fact you would never go home again. Never walk along the Sidra with Cassian. Never go to Rita’s with Mor. Never sit with Rhysand in his study and a bottle of whiskey debating the political landscape of Prythian.
It was harder to come to terms with never seeing Azriel again.
Your husband.
The love of life.
Your mate.
As the fifty year deadline approached, you had reluctantly come to the realisation you would never lay eyes on him again. A small part of you accepted it with reluctant gratitude — you would never have to explain certain things to him, how you survived. You would never have to show him the new person you had to become to survive, the scars you had to carry.
You wouldn’t have to see the look on his face when he realised you weren’t the woman you were fifty years ago before you went Under the Mountain. The woman he fell in love with.
But then Feyre Cursebreaker happened.
You and Rhys winnowed back together.
Mor was there first.
Cassian and Amren there second.
Rhys was crying.
Everyone was crying.
Then, there he was.
Azriel.
His hands framed your face like he needed to anchor himself to something real, prove to himself that you were really here. His eyes had played so many tricks on him before, he had to make sure this was real. His shadows flooded around you like a wave of relief, a lone tendril curling around his ear as the rest reunited with you.
Real. Real. Our mate has returned.
“You’re real?”
“I’m here,” you breathed.
There were no words to describe the pure relief, ecstasy and joy coursing through your veins as Azriel took you in his arms and didn’t let go. Teary kisses pressed to your cheeks, nose, forehead, jaw, eyebrows - everywhere he could reach.
When your lips met finally again, you practically saw white behind your eyes. He tasted like mint and leather, his hair soft to the touch as you ran your fingers through it. The familiar scent of him washing over you like a comforting blanket. The feel of his arms wrapped tightly around you, so tight that you couldn’t breathe, your feet dangling slightly off the ground.
As you were placed back down - reluctantly - on your feet, the ringing in your ears started to subside and all you could hear was Azriel mumbling against your lips.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
You were finally back with your other half. You were complete again.
You would remember this moment forever.
If you had to go through everything again just to have this moment? You’d do it without hesitation.
Azriel eventually allowed enough space between you to pull back slightly, still keeping a tight grip on your waist, scanning you head to toe with practiced instinct.
“You look—“ He swallowed hard. “—as beautiful as the last day I saw you.”
You choked on your laugh, exasperated — of course that would be one of the first things he would say upon seeing you again.
Your heart warmed. He hadn't changed a bit — the parts you could see anyway.
“You’re okay?” You asked tentatively, cupping his face and running your thumbs across the slight stumble of his jaw.
“I am now,” he responded.
Your tears hadn’t stopped flowing. You pressed a hard, wet kiss to his lips in gratitude that he was here in front of you once again.
“You can drop the glamour now,” he said gently.
“What do you mean?”
“Your wings,” he said like it was obvious.
The effect was immediate.
You went still in his arms.
You could practically feel how rigid and tense Rhys became behind you.
The gentle smile on Azriel’s face dropped as he felt it — the sudden drop in temperature, the rise in tension, the silence that swallowed the room whole.
“There’s…no glamour,” you said softly.
Azriel blinked. Once. “What do you mean?”
Your throat bobbed as you swallowed harshly. “I mean there’s nothing to drop.”
Confusion flickered across his face, quickly sharpening into something wary and devastating. “That’s not funny.”
You smiled sadly. “I know.”
His gaze dropped to your back where your wings once sat, beautiful and elegant, then back to your face. His face and tone neutral as he asked, “Can I—?”
You nodded.
Slowly, like he was approaching something sacred, Azriel slid his hands under the hem of your shirt. His touch was warm and familiar, but you still shivered as his fingers reached the place where he should have met the beginnings of membrane—-
His hand stilled, then pressed again as if he’d misunderstood what he was feeling.
You held your breath. This was the moment you were most afraid of. When he realised you weren’t a true Illyrian anymore. Would he still love and accept you? Would he understand?
“No—,” his whisper was pure devastation.
You couldn’t bare to look at his face, already beginning to close yourself off from him and the pity that would surely follow.
“It’s okay, Az,” you breathed. “I’ve already come to terms with it.”
The room seemed to tilt.
Azriel pulled his hand free like he’d been burned, then gathered you against him so fiercely, one hand cradling the back of your head, the other splayed protectively over your spine — over your scars.
He held you like he was terrified the world might try and rip something else from you if he loosened his grip. His wings wrapped around you instinctively, cocooning you against his chest as his shadows clung to your shoulders, your wrists, your spine — protective, frantic, grieving for something that wasn’t even his.
Of all the horrors that had kept him awake at night — you losing your wings against your will, brutally butchered from you, was the one thing that he prayed to the Mother would never come true.
“She took them from you?” He asked with certainty, voice hoarse and thick with certainty.
Your breath stuttered.
Azriel noticed Rhys look away in guilt over your shoulder.
“It wasn’t her,” you said before you could stop yourself.
Azriel froze.
Slowly, he pulled back just though to look at you. “What?”
You swallowed, heart pounding. “They weren’t ripped away. Not like that.”
Confusion flickered across his face, sharp and disorienting. “Then how—“
Your gaze drifted away, helplessly, to where Rhys stood.
Azriel followed it and put two and two together from the look on his brother’s face.
Realisation felt like a blade to the chest.
“…Rhys?” Azriel said quietly.
Rhys flinched.
Azriel’s breath left him in a stutter. “She made you,” be whispered, horror dawning. “She made you do this?”
He took a step towards his High Lord, pain and fury warring in his eyes. “I’m so sorry,” Azriel said, voice breaking. “I can’t even imagine—“
“Don’t,” Rhys snapped.
The word cracked through the room like thunder.
Azriel stopped short.
Rhys’s hands were clenched at his sides, knuckles white, face carved with something hard and merciless. “She didn’t make me.”
Azriel shook his head. “Rhys—“
“I did it,” Rhys said, voice raw. “I chose to do it.”
Silence fell, heavy and suffocating.
Azriel stared at him, disbelief etched deep into every line of his face. “You—“ He looked back at you, then at Rhys again. “Why would you do that?”
Your chest tightened painfully. Shame almost clogging the words before they could escape.
“It was my idea,” you said.
Mor gasped.
Cassian made a noise similar to a broken whine.
Amren listened silently, no judgment, only understanding in her gaze.
Azriel turned to you. He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know what to think. Confusion, horror, guilt, despair — they were all clashing together inside him making it difficult to breathe.
How could you have asked that of Rhys?
You nodded at his silent question, more tears slipping free. “I asked him…because I was scared.”
You weakly grabbed onto Azriel’s leathers, desperate for him to understand, to keep him from fleeing.
“I watched her rip the wings off other fairies for fun, for pleasure, and I didn’t want her to force Rhys to watch as someone else did that to me.”
Rhys made a broken sound behind you.
Azriel went utterly still as you explained.
“She used me against him, again and again. Threatening to hurt me so he would do what she wanted. You have no idea what that was like. I knew she would take them from me, so I begged him to do it instead. To do it quickly. So it wouldn’t hurt. Before she could.”
The end of your sentence was almost lost as your breath came in teary gasps, almost hyperventilating as your body shook.
Azriel grasped your face firmly in his hands, forcing you to look at him and listen. “You never should have been made to make a choice like that,” he said fiercely. “You were so brave.”
His words — of love, and not of rejection — caused you to cry harder. Your strength left you and Azriel gently sunk to the ground with you in his arms. He held you tightly, as if he was trying to absorb your pain into his body to try and spare you of your anguish.
Waves of guilt, shame and devastation rolled in waves down the bond, so strong it made him breathless. He tried to match it with love, awe and adoration.
Behind you, Rhys broke.
Seeing you so broken in your mate’s arms for something he did, had allowed you to convince him to do, was causing him unbearable grief. Things had not been quite the same between you since, Rhys letting his feelings overwhelm him every time he saw you without your wings. He knew it was your way of trying to protect him, but the fact it had to ruin you to do it was something he would never be able to forget.
“I’m so sorry,” Rhys murmured. “I’m sorry I did this to her. I’m a monster.”
You twisted in Azriel’s arms, reaching for Rhys. “No. You saved me Rhys,” you say desperately, reaching for him.
Rhys looked at you like he didn’t deserve your forgiveness, but he still staggered forward, allowing you to pull him to his knees beside you where you clutched at him.
For a long moment, the three of you sat, sharing in your grief.
Then, Mor crossed the room.
She didn’t hesitate — didn’t ask permission — just reached for you and pulled you into her arms, alongside Azriel who was refusing to let you go and Rhys who you were refusing to let go of.
“You did what you had to do,” she says fiercely, her voice thick with tears. “Both of you.”
Cassian followed, slower, expression raw and pained. He rested his hands on Azriel and Rhys’s shoulders, squeezing firmly. The weight of brotherhood grounding solid.
“That kind of choice? That’s not weakness. That’s sacrifice,” Cassian offers firmly. “Only the bravest and strongest could do something like that.”
Amren watched on, silver eyes sharp and ancient. “You survived. You denied the enemy leverage. That is power. You should never apologise for that,” she said sharply.
“You’re not a monster,” Azriel finally said firmly to Rhys, shifting slightly to clasp Rhys’s forearm whilst still keeping his hold on you. “You’re my brother. And you kept her alive. There is nothing I can say that will ever express my gratitude to you for that.”
Rhys’s breath hitched.
“You spared us,” Mor added, also turning to Rhys. “You carried all of this to spare us from having to endure it ourselves.”
“Selfish twit,” Amren mumbled.
“I don’t want you to feel guilty anymore Rhys,” you croak. “It’s okay.”
Rhys swallowed hard, nodding once, removing the hand that was gripping tightly to his jacket and instead threading his fingers through yours.
You had both endured and survived Under the Mountain, and you would get through this surrounded by your family. Stronger together.
The room felt warmer — not healed — but whole once again.
Azriel bent his head, pressing a reverent kiss to your head. “You are still whole to me,” he murmured. “Wings or not.”
Mor nodded, smiling through her tears.
Cassian exhaled like he’d been holding his breath for years.
The truth was no longer a burden you and Rhys carried alone — but a scar shared, honoured and surrounded by love.
Despite the missing pieces, you both felt whole again.
It was late in the afternoon when you heard someone knock three times on the door. Opening the door you prepare to speak to someone but no one is there. “That’s odd I could have sworn someone knocked…”
You were about to close your door and return to your humble abode when you spotted the pink package with a note on top. Picking up the box you bring it inside, setting it on the counter you look for something sharp to open the box with.
You set your knife down beside the box and begin to read the note. “ - Wooin”
“He seriously couldn’t think of anything to put on the note besides his name…” You hadn’t heard that name in month. he ghosted you after a one night stand you truly thought you’d never see or hear from him again.
You sighed, throwing his heartfelt note in the garbage. For a while you contemplated if you should toss the package as well but your curiosity got the best of you. Finally you tear into the package revealing a pair of shoes (second option), outfit (second option) , waist beads, perfume, & a bag.
You recognize the brand immediately. They are all from Chanel. Before you could look up the prices your phone vibrates and a notification from Wooin pops up.
“Did you receive my gift?” You had typed and deleted your reply so many times unsure of what to say.
“Are you really going to leave me on seen? That breaks my heart”
You roll your eyes reading his response, finally deciding to reply with “Do you even have a heart?”
He sent a voice audio of him laughing followed by “wear it tonight, I’ll pick you up at 8”
“Damn his voice is hot as fuck” you thought but you can’t cave in again. You tried so hard to get over him and he treats you like this. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t into it.
“I never agreed to go anywhere with you” you texted back.
“You replied quickly for someone who has their phone on DND” he replies.
“Damn he got me there…” you weren’t sure how to reply now that you’ve been called out.
“I want to see you ;)” he sent the message rather quickly.
“where you gon' take me?” You ask curiously. “Where could he possibly be taking you that requires you to wear Chanel?” You thought.
“Come with me and find out” you read the vaguest text of your life. He really couldn’t give you a hint. You wanted to be mad but your heart still races when you think about him.
You hadn’t replied to his text while you anxiously waited for 8 pm to roll around.
