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[ysaona]

[cupidhoons]

🥼 BED CHEM — SJY

in which . . . your friend sets you up with a cute aussie boy at her party — sjy x f! reader ୨୧ no set au wc tbd ・ w reader & jake are at a party, drinking mentioned, jake is very flirtatious lol + likes n' feedback are greatly appreciated !

“WHO’S THAT CUTE BOY IN THE WHITE JACKET WITH THAT THICK ACCENT?” you ask, taking a sip of your drink. It’s Saturday night, and your friend had the brilliant idea to throw a party to shake off the boredom. But you certainly didn’t expect 150 guests to show up.

“Who?” Ningning asks, struggling not to spill her drink as she leans in closer. A playful glint sparkles in her eyes as she follows your gaze.

“Oh, him?” You nod, unable to tear your eyes away.

“Yeah… who is he?”

“That’s Jake. He’s a friend of Sunghoon’s from Australia. Why?” You try to keep your tone casual, but you can’t suppress the grin forming on your lips.

“Nothing…” you reply, barely containing your excitement. Ningning bursts into laughter, clearly enjoying your flustered state.

Ningning smirks and gives you a gentle nudge. "Why don't you go talk to him?"

You roll your eyes, attempting to play it cool. "Oh, sure, because it’s that easy."

"Please," she teases, "like he hasn’t been glancing at you every few minutes since he walked in. Go on, Y/N. I dare you."

Taking a deep breath, you decide to go for it, casually making your way over to the makeshift bar where Jake is standing. He’s talking to Sunghoon, and as you approach, you feel a wave of nerves, but his eyes meet yours just before you reach him.

"Hey," you say, trying to keep your tone light, though you feel your heart racing. "Jake, right? I'm Y/n."

He flashes you a smile, "That’s me. And you’re… the girl who’s been staring at me from across the room?" His Australian accent makes everything sound ten times more charming.

You feel your cheeks warm, but you laugh it off. "Staring? I think you might be mistaken."

"Right," he replies, clearly amused, his gaze lingering a little too long. "Then what do you call what you were doing?"

You raise an eyebrow, leaning just a little closer. "Maybe… appreciating the view?"

He chuckles, his fingers tapping against his glass. "Well, good to know I’m worth the view. So, Y/N, what do you do when you're not making mysterious appearances at random house parties?"

You grin, feeling a little bolder. "Oh, you know, just adding a bit of mystery here and there. Gotta keep things interesting. What about you? What's an Aussie doing all the way out here?"

He tilts his head, his gaze sweeping over you with a hint of intrigue. "Just chasing a bit of adventure. Didn’t know I’d find it this fast, though."

Your heart skips a beat as you lock eyes, a tension sparking between you. "Well," you say softly, placing a hand on his chest, "sometimes the best adventures are unexpected."

"Guess I’ll have to stick around and see where this one goes, then," he murmurs, his voice low and just for you. The noise around you fades, and all you can think about is how close he’s standing, how easy it would be to just close that tiny gap between you.

Before you can respond, Ningning suddenly reappears, grinning as she wraps an arm around your shoulders. "There you are! Karina's here! She wants to say hi to you."

You feel the tension break as Ningning links arms with you. You flash him an apologetic smile before being dragged away across the room.

Jake’s eyes flash with something unreadable, and he gives a small smile, lifting his glass in a silent toast. "Until next time, Y/N." He winks as he watches you depart from him. You laugh, not bothering to hide the wide grin forming on your face.

Ningning nudges you, laughing. "You’re blushing."

"Maybe," you admit, feeling your cheeks heat up. But as you glance back into the crowd and catch Jake’s eye from across the room, you know this is far from over.

[4theitgirls]

my MOVEmber workout plan

start date: friday, november 1

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day 1: 30 minute pms & menstrual pain workout + 20 minute lower back workout & stretch

day 2: 44 minute core & mobility

day 3: 30 minute pilates

day 4: 30 minute walking cardio + 15 minute stretch

day 5: 45 minute yoga

day 6: 30 minute full body strength + 10 minute stretch

day 7: 35 minute pilates x mobility

day 8: 30 minute hiit + 10 minute stretch

day 9: 45 minute yoga

day 10: 30 minute pilates

day 11: 30 minute full body + 20 minute yoga

day 12: 40 minute mobility & dynamic stretch

day 13: 30 minute cardio + 25 minute yoga

day 14: 1 hour yoga & breathwork

day 15: 30 minute full body strength + 20 minute stretch

day 16: 30 minute stretch

day 17: 30 minute yoga hiit fusion

day 18: 45 minute power pilates

day 19: 30 minute hiit + 20 minute full body + 10 minute stretch

day 20: 30 minute yoga

day 21: 30 minute full body + 10 minute stretch

day 22: 30 minute hiit + 25 minute stretch

day 23: 45 minute yoga

day 24: 30 minute mobility & strength

day 25: 45 minute strength & cardio

day 26: 30 minute stretch

day 27: 30 minute slim leg workout + 15 minute slim leg stretch

day 28: 30 minute pilates core

day 29: 30 minute hiit

day 30: 1 hour yoga

[okwonyo]

WANT YOU ALL OVER ME, 或 𓈒𓈒 when you are clingy.

❛𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇’ ’𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𓈒𓈒 ❜

𝒾 ⠀⦂ ⠀ 엔하이픈 ���선 ୨୧ f ╱ r! 8OO fluff ── non idol au skinship kissing ⠀ ｡｡ ⠀ ( 𝑜𝑜𝑒𝑢𝑣𝑟𝑒𝑠 )

지아 ⠀⦂ ⠀i wanted it to be longer but your girl, as always, is booked a busy TT i will post maknae line soon, enjoy 🎀 also, do you guys prefer when i use present tense or the auxiliary verb ‘would’ ? :0

rblgs♥︎fdbcks & C𝑙𝑖CK

HEESEUNG

he notices your figure under the door frame in an instant. although his face would be focused on his screen, you would never go unnoticed by him.

he waits patiently for you to move—which you don’t— until he speaks:

“honey, why are you still standing over here?” he blinks at you from across the room, turning his gaming chair to look at you. you look at him like a deer caught in headlights. he chuckles, “come here.”

you can tell he figured out you are nervous by the way a quiet push of air gets out of his nose as he looks at you.

he takes your hands in his as soon as you step closer, he studies you face and your breath catches. he understands. “you want cuddles baby?”

you smile, rather sheepishly, “please?” and he draws you closer, in between his legs and he makes you sit on one of his laps.

he presses your side against his torso and tuck your head in the crook of his neck. he warmth consumes you whole, you hold onto his shoulder with one hand for support—kind of.

his hand rests gently on the outside of your thigh, he bets gently there. you missed him so much.

JAY

welcoming you in his arms— in your ear, over the loud music of the classy party, he whispers, “what’s wrong, princess?”

you bury your face into his chest and close your eyes as he kisses the top of your head ever so softly.

“i wanted to stay with you,” you respond, he is already rocking your bodies along the beat of the music when hums.

his arms do not leave your body during the entirety of the night. he holds you close as he talks with his friends. he rubs your lower back as you talk to yours.

some here along the way, he holds your wrists while he dances. with your back against his chest, he makes your arms move everywhere in the space— like a doll, he makes you dance.

you can’t help but laugh as he does so.

your boyfriend doesn't let you go even if you tell him to leave you alone, breathlessly, through loud laughter. you end up in his arms again when the songs stop. like always.

JAKE

you watch your boyfriend get ready to leave your apartment. strangely getting very well dressed to go with his friends (who does he need to impress?).

eyes narrowed, you watch him walk toward the bed you are sitting on after he finished getting ready.

you close your eyes when his lips meet yours, your hand finding his hair on instinct. he leans against you— transforming a pack into a long kiss.

he whines in your mouth, “i have to go,” he tells you in between kisses.

still, he follows your lips like he needs to when you lean backward. “don’t go,” you whisper as your nose brushes against his. you give him a soft kiss before continuing; “i will be lonely without you.”

he bites his lips, smiling like he has the habit to do. “you are driving crazy,” and he cups your face. kissing you as he gets up, “i’ll be back soon and i’ll be all yours.”

you are the one who whines now, chasing after his lips desperately. chasing after his warmth even as he is so far— close to the room’s door— and tells you he loves you.

you throw a pillow against the door as it closes.

SUNGHOON

“that’s a really big baby,” your friend laughs, steppin closer to you with her phone in her hand.

you say nothing as the phone’s camera films your loverholding your thighs as your legs are wrapped around right under his torso—you jumped really high and he caught you.

the man’s face is barely visible, your arms strongly wrapped around his neck. he doesn’t seem that bothered by you and your cheek pressed against his forehead.

you might look ridiculous with your pyjamas pants and the t-shirt you stole from the man holding you. all up in the air like, well, a ‘big baby’. but you don’t even care.

he frees one of his arms, holding you steadily with the other, to show off his strong and big bicep.

“yeah, that’ my baby,” he proudly says before putting his free hand behind your back and his way from the camera.

your loud laugh echoes amongst the voice of the people in the airport. a hand— your friend’s— tries to reach you but your boyfriend turns around over and over, his hold getting tighter.

you missed him so much.

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[moechies]

kinktober ⋆౨ৎ entry #4 ; brat taming w shuji hanma .ᐟ

dear diary ♡,

i hate hate hate shuji hanma so much! god, he makes my life unbearable -- walking into that office everyday is like a form of torture! he's always teasing me, making fun of me non-stop, and every time i walk into his office completely fine i come out a huge, frustrated mess! and it ruins my entire day too, god. why does he have such a huge impact on me? it's so frustrating . . . anything he says to me or says about me will stick for at least a week -- he doesn't even seem to stop pestering me when i get off of work. how long will i last in this stupid office before i break? ugh! that would be so embarrassing . . . ironically i'm writing his from work so i better hide this away before hanma catches me! i'll see you later diary :(

"little lady, come in here." hanma commands with a lithe finger, pointing a low finger at your trailing body outside of his office. you had tried your best to sneak by his office and back to yours without being seen by the man, but the tall glass panes that are only see through from the inside of his office are of no help. you cringe, the hairs on the back of your neck standing frozen when you hear the familiar, sultry grime of his voice, walking defeatedly into his office before gently shutting the door behind you.

"yes, sir? what can i do for you?" you grin subtly, hiding your distress with fiddling fingers behind your back.

"so formal today? you're in my office wearin' a skimpy little skirt and a sheer shirt that barely covers your nipples, hun." he grumbles with a laugh, setting his arms down against the marble desk.

you scoff — dropping your previous dear little secretary act with a subtle roll of your eye. "shut up, hanma. you're not any much better than me . . . having s—sex with all those workers on this very desk." you point to the marble stable in front of you, mumbling a soft 'gross' under your breath — the least bit repulsed that you're standing in the same space as this satyriasis you call your boss.

"are you jealous, little lady? he laughs.

"n—never." you huff, tugging your skirt down out of habit. the atmosphere is tense and warm, and you can feel his glare boring into the side of your skull. he takes a sudden move, leaving his original seating and making his way towards you. he fumbles with his sleeve, fixing the crease slightly before stepping before you — nearly chest to chest. “you're so weird, hanma."

hanma leans low, lips inches away from your ear. it's disgustingly seductive — how close he is. it’s even worse when you find yourself not minding the intimate position.

“don't call me that name, doll. no need to be so formal, remember?" he turns his head to grin besides you, but soon moves back to his original position to whisper again, "by the way, i can see your cute little nipples, doll."

you scramble away from the man, arm defensively coming to cover across your chest. “per—pervert! ‘s cold in here.” you cry with a heavy blush that paints your face. you're met with a smug grin with no means to punish you for your indecency, but rather low glinting eyes with the opposite intent. "come here, girl."

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it hurts. everything does — your thighs are sore, red streaks left across your bare tits, and your cunt aches despite shuji’s spent stuffing you full.

“s—shuji,” you cry. you’re met with a soft hum besides your ear, the sultry noise making you wince. his slender fingers force the small of your back against the table, arching you nicely before taking his cock head to your pussy. “n—n’more…”

“hmm, she’s holding all my fuckin’ nut in so well.” he groans, dragging his cock head through your spent folds. the action causes cum to dribble slightly, warm cum coating your clit and dripping onto the ground.

“c’mere.” hanma lifts you from where you had been bent over previously, switching positions with you. his back leans against the table, hoisting you onto the slant of his lap and forcing your naked body to face the glassed windows of his office. you’re quick to panic, whining and you fumble in his grasp. it’s especially terrifying when you see one of hanma’s hookups walk past, pointing at hanma’s office to her co-worker — and giggling.

her glare looks directly into yours, twisting your body to face hanma’s as you hide your face in the crevice of his chest. “n—no, shuji !”

“doll. you know they can’t see anything, right?” hanma chuckles. “what, you don’t want her to see you like this?”

you whine, looking up at hanma with large, watery eyes. “don’ wanna face the glass, p—please.”

he hums at your request -- but faces your body outwards once again. he lifts you onto his lap once again, but this time, slotting you on top of his cock and dragging you down his length by your arms. you're quick to squeal, filled up by shuji's heavy dick yet again in mere seconds. he groans at the feeling of his own nut painting his cock once he's inside.

"shuji!" you quip when another co-worker passes by -- what if the glass were to suddenly malfunction and everybody could see your naked body? you spiral. not to mention, your naked cunt lodged onto your boss' cock? what if—

"need to show you and your pretty pussy off. how these office sluts can't take me like you can. you're perfect, damn it." shuji moans, pumping roughly into your sore cunt. "you're c—creamin' all over me, little lady."

"s--shut up, shut up.." you cry, body damn hot. his hands feel as if they're burning against your skin. “g’cum ‘gain—“

“mhm, yeah you are. ‘cause you’re a little slutttt.” hanma moans, stifling when he feels your gummy walls clench at his crude words.

“n—not a slut ! shuji, shuji— !“

“that’s impossible, slut.”

[saintzweig]

need more of frat!patrick i fear!!!

I DIDN'T THINK IT WOULD BE THIS LONG BUT HERE WE ARE, enjoy some soft frat!patrick

thinking about frat!patrick who's infamous for quick fucks and one night stands so people go to him when they're horny, though he's very strict about it. no kissing, no missionaries, nothing intimate and most definitely no talking about personal life or seeing each other outside of the bedroom– just pure mindblowing, stress relieving sex. that was until he meets you, nervously coming up to him at the library to ask him about something. you're going on your first 'date' this weekend and you're completely clueless about sex. and what better way to learn than from the actual sex god himself, right?

for a moment, he actually considers turning you down– he feels bad about being the person to take your virginity. your first time should be sweet, gentle and intimate– everything he isn't and doesn't want in this type of situation. but he can't lie, the idea of being the one to take your virginity, to corrupt your sweet innocent body and teach you everything. the idea of you thinking about how you sucked his cock while your mouth is on someone else's turned him on. he adjusts his pants from under the table, nodding at your request. "just come by tonight, 8pm. the boys will let you in"

later that night, you're straddling his thighs wearing nothing but your lacy white bra and panties, with little pink ribbons. your lower lip between your teeth and your hands on his chest, feeling his breath get deeper. you're staring at him with such a confused face, eyebrows furrowed and doe eyed. "what do i do?"

he places his hands on your hips, guiding you as you grind yourself on the bulge of his boxers. his precum staining the fabric, sticking to yours. you let out a soft gasp at the friction, he suppresses a groan from the view. "try moving your hands up and down my body, it's okay you can move. however you like" and you listen so obediently. trailing your soft hands all over his torso, ghosting over his stiff nipples to the trail of hair leading the the waistband of his boxers. you hook your finger over the garter, tugging on it softly. "wanna suck you off" patrick swears he could've cum right then and there. he nods, taking his hands off your skin as he watches you adjust yourself between his legs. tugging his boxers down to free his erection, your eyes wide and mouth watering as you watch it slap against his stomach.

you wrap one hand around it while the other rests on his thigh, your thumb feeling around his tip which was red and leaking. you stare at it nervously which didn't go unnoticed to him, "lick the tip before you put it in, just hollow your cheeks and try not to use your teeth. you don't need to take it all in, use your hands on the rest." you nod, crouching down until you're face to face with it. "oh and the wetter, sloppier the better so don't be afraid to get messy. don't worry about gagging or anything either, it's alright." butterflies flutter in your stomach as you listen to him teach you, his voice low.

you lean down, innocently placing a kiss on the tip while you make eye contact with him, patrick groans quietly. you stick your tongue out, softly swirling it all over and tasting the saltiness of his precum. it takes you a while to get comfortable, jaw slightly aching at how big he is. your hands playing with the lower part of his cock and his balls, you challenge yourself to go deeper, wanting to know your limit. patrick hits the back of your throat, making you gag around him causing your mouth to close around him. "fuck".

patrick releases soft grunts as you work your mouth around him, his hand resting on the back of your head– gently guiding you and pulling your hair out of your face. eyes teary, nose red and saliva all over your chin– he's never seen anyone so beautiful and innocent doing something like this. he pulls you up as soon as he feels his climax building up. this is supposed to be about you, not him. he tells you to lie on your back while he brings himself up to his knees, he positions himself infront of you, sliding off the lace material off your legs before pushing it apart. your glistening cunt on display for him, he swears he can smell the sweetness of it. he looks up to meet your eyes, which were already on him. your chest rising up and down rapidly, you've never had anyone seen or touch you like this. "i'm gonna prep you, alright? need to make sure you're all ready before taking me in"

within seconds, his mouth is on your core. tongue flicking your pulsating clit, sliding between your folds and lapping up your juices. your hand immediately finds its way to his curls, tugging it with the tiniest bit of force. back arched and head thrown back as you moan uncontrollably. he keeps his eyes on you, gauging your reaction. he brings a finger up to your hole, sliding it in ever so slowly. patrick had to stop himself from grinding his cock onto the covers as he feels your tightness, walls squeezing in on his finger. god, he can't wait to feel it around him.

he brings his other hand up to squeeze your breasts under your bra, fingers rolling around your hard nipples. he adds another finger making you jolt, hand grasping his arm as you yelp in pleasure. he curls his fingers up and down inside, coating it with your thick juices. "mm– fuck, patrick. a-already feel so full" he wonders if the guy you're gonna have sex with would be able to make you feel like this, he doesn't want you to be disappointed when you don't feel as good as you do in this moment.

he pulls his fingers out, moving from his position to hover above you. his other hand beside your head while he brings his wet fingers up to your plump lips, "open" you suck his fingers clean, letting him shove it deeper before pulling it out, a string of saliva connecting your tongue and his fingers. he removes his boxers completely before bringing your knees up, cock brushing lightly against your pussy, making the both of you groan. you're in a missionary position. his head just slightly above yours, his silver chain dangling above your lips. its your first time, surely he can make a few exceptions. he slaps his cock on your core before lining himself up. "you ready? it'll hurt for a while before it starts to feel good. i'll be gentle, just trust me" and you nod, without any hesitation. as if he wasn't already hard enough, the way you look at him and give yourself to him makes him want to combust. he pushes himself in, grunting as he feels your core start to swallow him. watching you shut your eyes in pain as you stretch around him, he's barely even halfway in.

he stays still for a while before starting to thrust his hips, the pain eventually subsides and you feel your abdomen tighten in pleasure. you throw your head back, lips apart as you let out moans of pleasure. you don't have anything to compare him to but you can see why he's titled the sex god on campus. you place your hands on his back, nails clawing at his skin. he snaps his hips a little harder, faster– vulgar noises filling his bedroom. "fuck, you're so tight."

he brings your knees up closer to your chest, leaning back to push himself deeper in until you're taking all of him. seeing the bulge on your stomach as he thrusts in rhythm. you move your legs up to wrap behind him, doing your best to pull him in closer. it doesn't take long for you to reach your climax, back arched, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your muscles tighten around him during your release. he barely even had enough time to pull out properly, spilling his warm cum all over your stomach. he leans on his hands to support his body, feeling it go limp after cumming. both of you looking into each other's eyes as you catch your breath. "thank you"

needless to say after that, your date was cancelled and patrick deleted a bunch of numbers from his phone.

[mattsdolll]

the city isn't the only thing that needs him!

[florichae]

@madmaknaez come right back . .

I've been waiting for you — to slip right

back in bed . ✿ ۪⋆

when you light the candle .

[cupidriki]

✸ RiGHT SiDE OF MY NeCK — pjs

• PREC𝒾S ｡｡ in which you and jay are horrible at hiding your relationship with each other .

park jongseong x fem’! reader ୨୧ idol au short social media series ・ (not so) secret relationship, manager is stressing, kissing, cussing, and friendly bullying — reblogs, comments, and likes are very appreciated

EPiSODE ONE • y/n’s manager’s crashout EPiSODE TWO • no air-fryer = loser EPiSODE THREE • and the crowd is.. not surprised?

AnD…? 🗒️ ; yes this is only three episodes forgive me … but but but !! how to lose a guy in ten days smau is cooking on the stove and is almost ready to be served ‘ :3

TAGLIST is open .. @ruth-odyssey , @wildflowermooon , @greentulip , @heartheejake , @en-verse , @eneiryi , @starfallia , @sugarikiz

[anqelically]

જ⁀➴ LOVE ME, LOVE ME NOT

SUMMARY. with the knowledge of your relationship on his mind, sanemi takes it upon himself to gauge giyuu’s true feelings

WARNINGS. 1.5k words, platonic sanemi x older sister!reader, giyuu x shinazugawa!reader, brief depictions of abuse and injury (from kyogo, their father), giyuu feels slightly ooc towards the end to me 😣

a diary entry of the “mono no aware” series !

sanemi shinazugawa was not heartless. he might’ve been ruthless when need be, but deep inside there was a certain side of his behind closed doors. his late mother and siblings, masachika, genya, you— he cared for all of you behind his rough exterior.

in your case, there was a specific promise he made to himself because he cared. you were bruised after one of your father’s wraths when your mother, shizu, tended to your wounds. her small hands pressed a cold cloth to your arm as stray tears fell down your cheeks.

in a hurry, you wiped them away in the hopes your younger siblings weren’t looking. you were the eldest among them all, so you felt as if you couldn’t show them the pain you felt. your father’s hits hurt, but seeing them writhing in pain hurt more.

it wasn’t the first time you took a beating for your younger siblings, but it was the first time that instead of sanemi being hurt himself, it was you in his place. as you hugged his and genya’s smaller frames, your father, kyogo, repeatedly kicked your back during his drunken fit.

“why’d you jump in front of me?” sanemi asked, staring at the newly formed bruise. despite how recent it was, it was already turning into a deep shade of purple. “how will you heal if you keep getting new injuries?”

you merely smiled at him, “the pain from these go away eventually, but the memory of seeing you guys in pain won’t. as long as you’re my little brother, i’ll protect you from anything thrown our way.”

it was after kyogo’s death that sanemi made his promise to you. he was going back home after delivering materials with genya for money when they stumbled upon you being scolded in front of a vendor’s stall.

someone had run into you, causing you to bump into one of the displays. the man’s fruits had fallen to the ground, and the blame was placed upon you because he never saw the person who was running. this man knew your father, and just like everyone else, hated him. you were only half-listening to his angry rambles when he struck you in the face.

you supposed he hated your father so much that it extended to you, his child.

genya called out for you in worry, and you took that as your cue to leave. you rushed towards your brothers, taking a thrown apple to the back before ushering them away from the scene. sanemi said nothing as you placed your hand on his shoulder, squeezing lightly.

you asked them if they were okay, but all he could think about was you. were you okay after everything? how were you okay at all? you always took it upon yourself to keep them safe and comfortable when you could, but besides your mother, who was there to look out for you? 

so sanemi made a promise to himself— he wouldn’t let anyone hurt you anymore. if he ever saw you getting yelled at, he stepped in and argued back. if someone tried laying a hand on you, he took it upon himself to smack their hand away. and when a boy your age was obviously hitting on you, he’d keep his eye out for you. he might’ve been younger than you, but he sure did act like a protective older brother.

even after growing up, his protective disposition remained.

so when he thought giyuu tomioka had taken advantage of you, he was beyond angry. his older sister, one of the kindest people he knew, was being harassed by someone he already disliked— in his eyes, that was reasonable enough to beat up the water hashira beyond saving.

but then you revealed your relationship to him before it could go that far, leaving him at a loss. although he did suspect your feelings, he didn’t expect them to be reciprocated. sanemi knew you got along with the black-haired hashira but not to that extent.

your relationship crossed sanemi’s mind a few times for the next 2 days. sanemi wanted you to be happy, but if it meant being happy because of giyuu’s ill intentions, then forget it. with that in mind, he invited the water hashira to his estate.

giyuu entered the grounds of sanemi’s estate with quiet steps. it wasn’t like the wind hashira to invite him over, and after the events that took place at your estate, it was especially odd. he took a quick look around before the sound of rushed footsteps reached his ears.

‘wind breathing fifth form: cold mountain wind’

‘water breathing seventh form: drop ripple thrust’

giyuu stared at sanemi, whose sword he blocked using his own. a sudden attack was the last thing he was expecting upon arriving at the estate. the white-haired hashira jumped back before scoffing at giyuu’s distant expression. his face alone made him ticked off.

“what was that for?”

sanemi sheathed his nichirin sword and after watching him do so, giyuu did the same. sanemi elaborated, “hurt y/n in any way and i’ll cut your head clean off.”

the noirette blinked, “does she know you’re making threats?”

“it’s a warning, not a threat. listen up, tomioka, if your feelings for y/n are superficial, end it now and don’t show your face to hers. neither of you will end up unscathed-“

“that sure sounded like a threat.”

“i’ll turn it into one.”

they stood in silence for a moment before giyuu took it upon himself to speak, “i don’t know where you got the idea, but i have no intention of hurting y/n. she’s the most important person to me, so i wouldn’t dare to lay a hand on her.”

“and how do i know you’re not just saying that to save your own ass?” the wind hashira raised a brow.

“you don’t, since you only have my word, but don’t you think it’s an insult to y/n? she is no fool. if anyone were to find me in a lie, y/n would be one of the first to. i wouldn’t waste my time in a relationship if it were for a superficial purpose.”

at his words, sanemi couldn’t help but wonder, “do you love her?”

“what?”

“you heard me, tomioka. do you love y/n?”

it was a question he couldn’t immediately answer. as silence draped over the pair, the blue-eyed man found himself deep in thought. giyuu was sure that he liked you romantically, but was his feelings, as deep as they were, considered love? he suddenly thought of the night the two of you confessed.

“this nearly feels like a dream,” you murmured.

“i hope not,” a faint smile adorned his lips. “when i dream of something, it doesn’t last very long. i don’t want this,” he intertwined his fingers with yours, “to end.”

“well then, we best not let it.” you fought back your own smile as you rested your head in the crook of his neck, “i don’t want this to end either. so, if you allow me, i’d love to be yours.”

giyuu’s lips then curled further as he stared at you in adoration, “yeah, i like the sound of that.”

he remembered how fast his heart raced against his chest that night, and the feeling of relief when he got to hold you in his arms. as endearing as it was, it didn’t seem like love.

the past few days, however, there was a shift in the air.

everything was already routine. missions, rest, training— all of it was on an endless loop, and although it was always a repetitive bore, it wasn’t so boring with you. giyuu looked forward to coming back from missions for a different reason other than the fact that he could rest.

everything mundane that he had no reason to look forward to now made him excited to spend time with you because with you, nothing in the world could be a bore.

giyuu tomioka wasn’t familiar with love, but finding joy in such a simple moment with you— that seemed like love to him.

sanemi, watching closely, noticed the slight curve of the water hashira’s lips. a warmth spread throughout giyuu’s chest before he met your brother’s eyes, and that was enough for sanemi to know how he felt.

as much as he disliked giyuu, knowing that you were happy with him and that his feelings were also true, the wind pillar turned his head away. he waved his hand, “nevermind. you can leave.”

giyuu tilted his head in confusion, “do you not want my answer anymore?”

“i don’t need it.”

“you were pressed for it moments ago.”

“leave before i kick your ass.”

giyuu blinked twice before he also turned around. he knew better than to bicker with sanemi when he was in any sort of mood. without a word, the water pillar left the grounds of the wind estate and headed for yours.

when he showed up at your door, you greeted him with a smile and a peck on the lips. and even though the two of you shared a meal in silence, he was sure that in his heart, all he had was love for you.

this entry’s taisho secret— without you knowing, sanemi showed up to the fruit seller’s stall the next day, knocked everything over, and ran away. though, he made sure to take a few fruits for your family to have for lunch, and as much as he hates to admit it, they were tasty

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[dollyhyuckii]

𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀-𝗷𝗮𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗻⋆୨୧˚

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𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁-bf jaemin! x reader! ♡

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: fluff (a bit suggestive tho)♡

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀-suggestive(kinda?)/kissing/everything is in lowercase on purpose♡

୨୧˚𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 -thank you for so much support on my mark fic!! so I really hope you guys like this one!(feedback/likes/reblogs and requests really helps!)

you woke up to the soft glow of the early morning sun peeking through the curtains, casting gentle streaks of light across the bed. you stretched under the covers, a contented sigh escaping your lips. just as you were about to turn over, you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you close. you didn’t even have to look to know it was jaemin, your boyfriend, who had been quietly watching you as you slept.

“good morning, beautiful,” jaemin whispered, his voice low and warm with that huskiness that only came from early mornings.

you smiled, still half-asleep. “morning…” you murmured, letting yourself relax against his chest, enjoying the comfort of his embrace. you could feel his heartbeat, steady and reassuring, a rhythm you found yourself syncing with.

“you know baby..,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “i don’t think you should get out of bed today.”

you chuckled, nuzzling into his shoulder. “is that so? and why not?” you teased, looking up at him with a sleepy grin.

jaemin smirked, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “because i have plans for you, sweetheart. let me show you why you should stay in bed.” his eyes sparkled mischievously, and his fingers traced small, lazy circles along your back.

you laughed, the sound filling the quiet room. “oh? and what plans might those be?” you asked, arching an eyebrow, trying to match his playful tone. But you knew that look in his eyes. he was definitely up to something.

he leaned in, his lips hovering just a breath away from yours. “well,” he murmured, “first, i was thinking i’d keep you here with me for a while longer. we never get enough mornings like this.”

“jaemin, we’ve got a million things to do today,” you replied, but the conviction in your voice was weak. you were already melting, especially as he nuzzled his face into your neck, his stubble tickling your skin in a way that made you giggle.

“we do,” he admitted, not sounding the least bit concerned about it. “but i’d rather spend my morning with you right here. and I think you might just enjoy it.” he pulled back to look at you, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. his eyes held a certain challenge, one you just couldn’t ignore.

you rolled your eyes, a smile breaking through. “you’re impossible, you know that?”

“impossible to resist,” he countered, pressing a kiss to your cheek, then your forehead, then your nose. he was slow, deliberate, savoring every moment.

you tried to keep a straight face, but his affection was breaking through your resolve. “you’re really gonna beg for it, love?” you asked, half-joking, half-teasing, as you looked up at him.

he raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by your choice of words. “i could… if you wanted me to,” he replied, his voice dropping to a low whisper. “but, sweetheart, i think I’d rather spoil you this morning.”

you felt a warmth spread across your cheeks, your heart fluttering at his words. jaemin always had a way of making youfeel like the only person in the world. you could see in his eyes that he meant every word. “spoil me, huh? and how do you plan to do that?”

“oh, i’ve got ideas,” he said, his hand finding yours, his fingers lacing through yours. he brought your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. “first, I’ll make sure you’re comfortable. and then,” he leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear, “i’ii remind you why staying in bed with me is always a good idea.”

your breath hitched at his words. he wasn’t usually this bold, but you couldn’t deny how much you loved this side of him. “well,” you murmured, your voice soft, “maybe we could stay here… just a little longer.”

“that’s my girl,” he replied, his tone triumphant yet tender. he wrapped his arms around yours, pulling you close as he rested his chin atop of head. you both lay there in comfortable silence for a moment, simply enjoying each other’s presence, the quiet of the morning wrapping around the both of you like a warm blanket.

after a while, jaemin spoke again, his voice gentle. “do you remember the first time you stayed over?” he asked, a soft smile playing on his lips as he looked down at you.

you laughed, the memory coming back vividly. “how could i forget? you were so nervous. you didn’t even know where to put your hands when we watched that movie on your couch.”

he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. “well, excuse me for wanting to be a gentleman. you made me nervous, baby.. still do, sometimes.”

your heart swelled at his words, and you placed a hand on his cheek, looking into his eyes. “you don’t need to be nervous around me, jaem... you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”

he looked genuinely touched, his gaze softening as he held your hand to his face. “you’re the best thing that ever happened to me too, sweetheart. i don’t say it enough, but… i’m so lucky to have you.”

they shared a lingering look, the kind that held a thousand unspoken promises. jaemin pulled you closer, brushing his lips against yours in a gentle, heartfelt kiss. it was the kind of kiss that spoke of comfort, of home, of a love that was both deep and true.

when the two of you finally broke apart, jaemin rested his forehead against yours. “you know,” he murmured, “if we keep this up, we really won’t get anything done today.”

“good..,” you whispered, your fingers tracing along his jawline. “i don’t mind if it means i get to spend more time like this with you.”

you chuckled softly, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a warm, snug embrace. “alright then, beautiful. let’s stay here a little longer. just you and me.”

you two spent the next hour wrapped up in each other, sharing quiet laughs, soft kisses, and whispered secrets. eventually, the sound of your stomach rumbling made you two both laugh, breaking the peaceful silence.

jaemin sat up, stretching. “alright, breakfast it is. what are you in the mood for, pretty girl?”

you looked up at him with a smile. “pancakes please. with extra syrup.”

he grinned, hopping out of bed. “pancakes with extra syrup, coming right up.” he held out his hand to you, helping you out of bed. “but you’re gonna have to help me in the kitchen.”

“oh, so i have to work for it, huh?” you teased, wrapping your arms around his waist as the both of you made their way to the kitchen.

“of course,” he replied, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “nothing worth having comes easy, remember?”

you both spent the morning together in the kitchen, flipping pancakes, playfully bumping hips, and stealing kisses between batches. when you two finally sat down to eat, jaemin reached across the table, taking your hand in his.

“thank you for staying in bed with me a little longer,” he said, his voice sincere.

you squeezed his hand, your heart full. “anytime, jaem. anytime.”

you both shared a smile, knowing that you both would always cherish these quiet, stolen moments together.

[elysianiki]

୨୧　𝐴𝑀𝑂𝑅 𝐹𝐴𝐿𝑆𝑈𝑆 ─ 엔하이픈

☆ ⋆ 𝑝. 𝖾𝗇𝗁𝗒𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝗍7 ・ 𝑓𝖾𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ・ 𝑤𝑐. 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾 ・ 𝑐𝑤. 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 ・ 𝑔. 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 ・ 𝑎𝑛. 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝖼 𝗎𝗉𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌　—　𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖿

　　── ❛ 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗇 , 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾 ? ❜

　　𖥔  𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑚 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡  :　@wonsdoll @flwrstqr @mmygnolia @nshmuras @myungsua @kairoot

[sonnyangeluvrrr]

˚୨୧⋆｡first impressions

You’ve been avoiding his texts for three days.

Each message that pops up from him is like a reminder—of how you tripped on your own feet, how you’d misread his joke, and how the waiter had looked at you, slightly baffled, when you’d accidentally ordered two desserts. Not to mention the spilled wine incident. It plays in your head on repeat, every mortifying moment, until you’re sure he's already written you off as a clumsy mess.

You see his name flash on your phone again—another text—and your stomach tightens.

Nanami: “Are we still on for coffee this week? ☕️”

Nanami: “Let me know if you’re around! No pressure.”

Nanami: “Hey, is everything okay?”

You sigh, feeling that familiar warmth flood through you at his gentleness, at how he's somehow still reaching out. But it’s just a matter of time before he realizes. Before he thinks better of it. It’s easier this way, you tell yourself. To just… fade into the background, to let the embarrassment settle without having to explain.

But you hadn’t expected him to show up.

The knock on your door is light but insistent, and your heart lurches. You hesitate, fingers brushing against the handle, already knowing who it is. You open the door, and there Nanami stands, a faint smile playing on his lips as he offers a small wave.

"Hey," he says softly, searching your face with a steady gaze. "I, uh… was worried about you."

You shift on your feet, glancing down, not quite meeting his eyes. "Sorry, I… I've just been busy," you say, voice barely above a whisper, knowing how thin the excuse sounds.

He gives you a look, that quiet, knowing expression he's so good at, and something in it makes your defenses falter. "Really? Busy? Because it kind of seems like you’re avoiding me."

You swallow, rubbing at the back of your neck. "It’s not that. I mean, it’s just…" The words slip out before you can stop them. "I feel like I embarrassed myself on our date. And I didn’t want you to… think about it like that."

His brow furrows, confusion, and something else—something like affection—softening his gaze. "Embarrassed?" he asks, tilting his head. "I thought we had a good time."

You let out a half-laugh, shaking your head, unsure if he's humoring you or if he really means it. "Yeah, well, I’m pretty sure I ordered two desserts by accident. And I definitely spilled wine on you. Twice."

He smiles, and it’s the kind that makes you feel seen like he's not just hearing your words but understanding the heart of them. "So you ordered two desserts and spilled some wine. That’s part of what made it fun," he says, leaning against the doorframe as though settling in for a real talk. "You were being yourself. And I liked that."

His words hang between you, each one softening the tightness that’s been sitting heavy in your chest. Still, the doubt lingers.

"But I just… felt like I ruined it," you murmur, finally meeting his eyes. "Like I didn’t come off the way I wanted to."

He reaches out, his hand brushing your arm in a way that’s gentle, grounding. "Hey," he says, his voice gentle but firm. "I wanted to see you. Not some perfect version. The way you laughed at yourself, or how you were excited about that dessert, or even how you kept trying to wipe the wine off my shirt when I said it was fine… that was all you."

You feel your face heat up, but this time it’s something warmer, something less tangled with anxiety.

"So… you’re not, I don’t know, regretting it or anything?"

Nanami laughs, and it’s soft but real like he's surprised you’d even ask. "Regret it? Not a chance. Actually, I was hoping we could do it again," he says, his tone playful, but there’s that sincerity again, woven into every word.

For the first time in days, you feel yourself relax, letting a smile slip through. "Well, maybe next time I won’t spill anything on you."

He chuckles, eyes brightening. "Hey, I make no promises. Maybe I’ll order three desserts this time. Just to keep things interesting."

You laugh, feeling the last of your embarrassment start to dissolve. And when he reaches out to take your hand, his fingers slipping through yours, it feels like the most natural thing in the world.

[saintzweig]

challengers x reader halloween headcanons

– happy halloween!! i wanted to write something cute with the trio so here! (can be platonic or romantic idk) enjoy!!!

ꢾ꣒ i feel like tashi would love carnivals and horror houses, patrick would agree almost immediately but it takes a while for them to convince you and art.

ꢾ꣒ "it's literally just a decorated house with people acting like ghosts, it's not that big of a deal. here, i'll go first, okay? just stay behind me"

ꢾ꣒ tashi holds your hand and takes the lead, smiling when she feels you hide your face behind her shoulder. feeling you tense up at the smallest sounds, shielding your body during jumpscares.

ꢾ꣒ art would be screaming every second, literally crouching down and cover his ears everytime there's a jumpscare and of course patrick's there to laugh at him

ꢾ꣒ patrick would be dapping up the scare actors, "yo what's up, you see that blonde dude over there? can you follow him around and scare the shit out of him?"

ꢾ꣒ or he'd do it himself, circling back to hide behind a post then jump out to scare his poor friend. one time he accidentally scared a random child and made it cry.

ꢾ꣒ patrick would love going to drive in theatres and doing horror movie marathons. after the second movie, he'd sneak up on a few cars and jumpscare them because he's a dick.

ꢾ꣒ tashi would buy shit ton of candies to share with you and art, usually twizzlers or sour patch. she'd be focusing on the movies and talking shit about the characters and their idiocy, claiming she can do better (let's face it, she probably can)

ꢾ꣒ you and art are in the backseat, barely paying attention to the screen. you're either yapping your ass off or falling asleep, his head on your shoulder or your head on his lap while he plays with your hair.

ꢾ꣒ art loves trick or treats!!! he'd invite the group over for a sleepover on halloween night just so he can give out candies to kids in costumes (because of course no one would do that on campus dorms)

ꢾ꣒ everytime someone rings the doorbell, he'd jump up and run over to the door with a smile, gasping when he opens the door. "hey there little guy, you're spiderman?! he's my favorite superhero!!! here, take all of the candy"

ꢾ꣒ patrick would take a ghostface mask he found randomly inside the house, go outside and run after some kids. he claims halloween should be scary and kids should have the full experience.

ꢾ꣒ you and tashi would be in the kitchen baking halloween themed cookies, most of the flour is on the floor or on your face instead of the bowl.

ꢾ꣒ the four of you would pass out in the living, having ate too many sweets. you and tashi on the couch while the boys are sprawled out on the floor. the tv still on playing a random horror film.

ꢾ꣒ the three knows how much you love dressing up for parties so you start planning your costumes in advance, always having a theme because you love coordinating costumes.

ꢾ꣒ tashi would suggest sports figures (wbk), patrick wants something sexy (he wants to see you in a playboy bunny costume) and art, being the sweet boy he is, would go along with whatever you want.

ꢾ꣒ last year, you all went as shrek characters which was jokingly suggested by patrick (because you wouldn't accept his sexy nurse suggestion). tashi was fiona, art was shrek, you were lord farquaad and patrick was donkey (he got a onesie and called it a day).

ꢾ꣒ this year, you wanted to go as sanrio characters (which patrick complained about) but complied nonetheless. tashi was okay with it and art found it really cute. you dressed up as my melody, tashi as kuromi, art as pompompurin and patrick as badtz-maru