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NGS2P2. ⋆ interview; reflecting.
the usual interviews, luciel is used to answering questions in front of the camera. he’s relaxed, but he maintains his posture straight. an interview is yet again another performance of playing a role. while he waits for his turn, he thinks the list of possible questions that would be asked. since this is after the performances, there’s most likely going to be some reflecting.
as someone with a classical music background, what do you think of your performance? was it unusual?
there it is. luciel rests his clasped hands on a leg, tilts his head to the side as if pondering. “it was something relatively new to me. i’m more used to performances with an atmospheric feel to it that evokes strong emotions to the listener from the soundscape… so i’ve learnt a lot of new perspectives. i think i did quite well for my first time, and i’m satisfied with it. but of course, i’m not stopping at just being satisfied. i’m going to be even better the next time and come back with an improved version of myself.”
were there any challenges you struggled with particularly?
“rapping was one of them,” an embarrassed chuckle came. “it’s not something my parents are going to be too happy about… so the entire time i wasn’t, feeling it, you know? if i can’t feel it, then i can’t do it. there was some fear and guilt that was lingering at the back of my head. it took me a while… for that, i’m grateful to seira for helping me overcome it. i have more confidence in rapping now, and i want to explore more styles in the future.”
do you think your rank will go up after the performance? is there a specific rank you’re aiming for?
at this, luciel makes an ‘aah’ expression. he presses his lips before answering, “i would hope so. if my rank didn’t go up after all that, i won’t be too happy about it. it means that i didn’t improve at all from my auditions. as for what rank i’m aiming for… i don’t just want to jump by one or two ranks, i want to be somewhere near the top. it’s natural that everyone wants a high rank, i’m the same. i didn’t come here to just only be satisfied.” although what luciel was truly aiming for is the rank at the very top. he doesn’t say that… not yet. for now, he wants to remain a little humble.
you were labelled as part of the ‘strange cast’ during your auditions, how do you feel about that?
just strange, huh? that was rather hilarious. “was it because i surprised the judges with a variety of skills from me?” his expressions didn’t change much throughout the interview until now, it seems like he finds this question amusing. “i don’t think it’s strange, rather, i believe i’m fortunate. it’s thanks to my family that i was given the opportunities to try out various things in my life — them approving of it is… an entirely new point,” he adds the last part with a lighthearted laugh. “i don’t just try out new things, i also make sure that i work hard in everything i try out and to not leave it as just a memory in my life. i always, burn the experience in my body.”
is there anything you’re looking forward to as the show moves forward?
“working together in a group, that’s what i’m looking forward to. it’s been solo performances up until now, and even back in the classical scene i’ve always been more of a soloist. so i’d like to expand to performing in a group. every individual is unique here, so i want to get to know more of how everyone conveys their story in music. how they feel about it.”
the interview stops there, but luciel’s thoughts did not come to a halt. he thinks about what his friend, a fellow contestant, had said to him: are you here to feel something?
he’s right. that’s what luciel is here for — to see if this show can start a fire within his empty darkness, to see if he can have a taste of what it means to be truly alive. he’s felt it for a brief moment when he was performing the first mission, but it faded away as quickly as it came. it’s as if god blew off the candle the moment it was lit.
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TEASER: ONLY IF YOU SAY YES (please say yes)
pairing: heeseung x fem!reader
genre: enemies to lovers, smut, fluff, angst.
word count: estimated 15k words. (currently 8k)
teaser wc: 748 words!
synopsis: having your enemy in your friend group was tiring enough, but having him shift into your apartment at the same time all your roomie friends had their club’s exchange program? that was your final straw.
warning: the fic will contain 18+ content, minors dni.
a/n: hihi loves <3 sorry for the delay but the fic is getting longer than intended! so i’ll just leave a little teaser as something to compensate while i finish writing. also, the given teaser is unedited, changes might be included in the fic <3
taglist is open! comment/send an ask to be added <3 (make sure to have your age visible on your blog! blank blogs will not be added to the tl)
With tiredness still evident in your eyes, you worked the stove on, grabbing a pot to heat up water, standing still as you took the support of the marble countertop, your palms lay flat on it as you stared at the packet of mint chocolate that was in the shelf in front of you, something that Sunoo possibly had forgotten to take with him.
“Not sleepy?” A husky voice made you gasp and turn around, caging you right in between the counter and Heeseung.
“Fuck! You scared me,” you gasped at his shirtless figure, “why the fuck are you awake and why are you not clothed?” You asked, distressed.
“I heard noises from the kitchen so I obviously had to come over and check,” he said, tilting his head innocently right after, “I have to make sure the princess is safe, right?”
“I can very well take care of myself, thanks,” you huffed, waiting for him to move, which did not happen.
“Okay, then try pushing me away,” Heeseung said, a slight close-lipped smirk present on his face.
You simply made use of the little space to pour the hot water into the cup noodles, covering it with its lid.
“You love these games too much, don’t you?” You said, finally looking up to see his body right in front of your face.
With thick yet lean muscles, he stood tall, his clavicles visible in an attractive fashion as the dim lights of the room only enhanced the slight traces of his abs, making it evident that Heeseung included working out in his daily routines.
You gulped unknowingly, closing your eyes for a second before meeting him, only for his eyes to fall on your lips for a slight enough, just enough for you to miss it.
“Not gonna push me?” He asked, still playful, but with a gentle rasp in his voice.
“You’re not appropriately clothed for me to touch you, Heeseung,” you said, trying to muster a bored, unimpressed expression, as if your ears weren’t burning warm.
“Why? Does skin to skin contact scare you now?” He challenged, “one touch is all it takes, babe.”
“Oh lord,” you groaned, stretching your neck back, only to find Heeseung’s gaze more intense than ever, “fine, move.”
You placed your cold hand on his warm torso, right above his heart, and you could have sworn it was beating a tad bit faster than how a normal heart should be beating.
Pushing him was practically impossible, especially when he bit his lip and chuckled, not moving an inch despite your efforts. The room felt warm as you scoffed and retrieved your hand.
“Can’t move?” He teased.
“I’m just tired, move.”
“Or, you’re just weak.”
“That’s all you can do Heeseung, challenge a tired girl who’s trying to eat.” You pushed him again.
“I’m strong, princess. Don’t you see?” He pointed at his body, and you closed your eyes yet again, trying to convert your feelings into anger.
“Your body might be strong but your fucking ego is weak.” You said finally shoving him enough for you to move.
“Now, now. That’s wrong, princess.” He said, grabbing your cup noodles and testing your patience yet again.
Messing with you was one thing.
Messing with you while you were sleepy was another thing.
But messing with you while you were sleepy and hungry, that was war.
“Give me the noodles back you small dicked asshole!” You chased after him.
He stopped you easily with a hand, twirling you around and pulling you back, his bare chest pressed against your back.
“Small dick, hm?” He mumbled, keeping the noodles on the counter beside you, dragging his warm fingers across your bare tummy, stopping right on your belly button, “it would go up to here, yeah,” he caressed the area before letting go of you.
You stood there, breathing hard as your cheeks burned with the implication of his cock in your cunt.
“How do you even get women, all talk and no action?” You asked, walking back to your room with the noodles in your hands, avoiding the fact that you were completely flustered.
“Oh I’ll show you all the action you need to see, princess,” he winked as you turned to look at him, his hands stuffed in the pocket of his sweatpants, “g’night, darling,” he smirked, walking away as you spent the night punching your pillow, eating your now soggy noodles.
Lee Heeseung was going to be the end of you.
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fake dating rafe ! kook bsf!reader
ꕀ warnings - none, sfw, gn terms! wc - 748.
upon realising that rafe had to keep up his appearances in the business meetings he had to reluctantly attend ever since the death of his father, going all alone in those meeties and especially the parties after felt so, so wrong with no one clinging to his arm. not that he cared, really. but it did irl him that everyone had a partner in these overly fancy meets and he was just there, new and incapable in other’s eyes probably.
so he sought you out, his best friend. you being a kook and the next to inherit your father’s business made things better, some people in the meetings would already know you as well. easy work.
“c’mon, it’s just temporary.” he had coaxed you in so sweetly, a smug grin always playing along his lips, as if he knew you’d give up. how couldn’t he? he knew you better than anyone, having been your friend for years. “after all, who would not wanna be my partner, yeah?” you had playfully smacked his arm at that, attempting to ignore the heat crawling onto your face.
now at some boring event consisting of only business owners having come up to discuss deals and all that stuff you could care less about, your arm was hooked around his, wearing an outfit he had picked just for you. it matched his suit — a shade of dark blue. it was hard not to acknowledge how this little idea of his made your heart flutter. but hey, it was all simply for the sake of appearances, right? just a temporary fake dating, maybe only till he finds a real partner.
that thought made your heart feel heavy for whatever reason.
“want a drink, baby?” rafe’s eyes were focused on you for most of the time as he purposefully called you that, not interested in whatever deals people tried to brief him about this evening. you just looked so stunning that it hurt, and all he wanted was to swoop you up and give you a big kiss — but what if that were to ruin the friendship between you both? fuck it.
“too into this role, aren’t you?” you retorted as an attempt to tease him, unable to hold in a smile as you nodded at his offer, following him.
“don’t have anything else to do here after all.” he scoffed, fetching you a drink before leading you away from the hall, fingers gently holding onto yours as he tugged you away from all the people inside and towards the balcony of the cruise you all were riding, a sense of relief overflowing you both at the natural breeze, so much better than the sheer suffocation within.
“boring business, yeah?”
that night was rather uneventful after that, except the occasional banter between you both. you didn’t know what you were expecting. he might have been your ‘boyfriend’, but it only lasted till the event ended.
or so you thought.
you were startled awake by the noise of little rocks hitting your window in the middle of the night a few days after that. still in a state of sleep, you hesitantly walked over to your window, catching the sight of rafe standing down there, grinning.
“rafe, what the hell?” you spoke as quietly as you could, not wanting to wake anyone else up.
“what? can’t even visit you anymore?” he sounded bummed out to say the least, a somewhat grumpy pout present on his face. rolling your eyes, you muttered something under your breath and silently wandered down the stairs until you met him at the porch, instantly tugged by his hand, pulled closer to him.
“what’s up?” you sighed, a hand instinctively reaching up to cup the side of his face. he was quick to lean into your touch, as if desperate, eyes fluttering shut.
“couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you after the party…” he huffed, his hands slowly coming to rest on your sides, keeping you there.
“yeah?” you smiled, failing to suppress a giggle as he nodded and tilted his head to press a kiss on your wrist.
“c’mon, we gotta be sleeping together to make our fake dating more effective.” he persisted, not giving you a chance to speak as he dragged you over to his truck, and you let him, still in your pajamas.
“and maybe try kissing too?” he snickered, looking at you eagerly. of course you gave in, once again. after all, he sure did know you better than anyone else.
#sun.works ★#rafe x reader#rafe cameron x reader#rafe obx#rafe outer banks#rafe cameron#obx x reader#rafe fanfiction#had to repost bc it wasn't showing in tags :( !
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Can you do a story where ony is a munch (quit pushing me away)
“GIVE ME 10”
Finally got my writing mojo back kinda (still trying to push myself) and I’ve really wanted to start adding more modern au and messages because they are so fun. Let me know if yall like them or not. But heeeeyyyyyy anon😏😘
Thanks for the request baby! I hope this is good enough for you.
PS: Ony’s friends are waiting for him to get on the game but he got a little caught up…
A/N: MDNI, smut, oral fem receiving, fingering, and some other stuff, black coded reader
WC: 748 short and to the point
“Onyyyyyyy.” You groan, manicured nails gripping against his durag. You eyes threaten to roll back into your head as you feel his tongue swipe against your clit. Thick hands gripping either of your thighs, holding your legs apart as the thick pink muscle slurped at your juices repeatedly.
“F-fuuuuuc Ony baby please. Y-your phone.” You whimper underneath him. His phone had been going off nonstop for the past 20 minutes and as much as you tried to focus on the way that he was pleasing you, the constant dinging that rang out in each message was pulling you from your euphoria. You already knew it was his group chat waiting for him. He had mentioned to you earlier that he was going to get on the game later with his boys. Yet he somehow found his way between your legs and all that flew out the window, the dinging falling on deaf ears as he feasted on you.
”Bae- the phone.” You try to pout but it comes out in a breathless moan as you try to push his head. He lifts his head up slightly, gaze narrowed as he meets your eyes. “Try that shit again and I’ll tie your hands above your head. Quit pushing me away.” He growled before lowering his head back between your legs. His authoritative demand doing nothing more but driving you further in a frenzy.
”Oh shit- right there baby.” You cry out as your grip on the back of his head tightens, that familiar ball of fire beginning to burn in your belly. Ony loves the sound you make when he makes you unravel. He flattens his tongue and presses it against your lips, allowing the saliva to drip down to the tip of it, the wetness slipping down to your ass before he swipes his tongue in a zig zag motion all the way up to your clit.
His mouth closes around your swollen bud and he gently pulls it between his lips, the tips of his tongue flicking back and forth against your hood. “Yes pa- fuck.” Your head drops back, pressing against the pillow as your toes curl up. A wave of heat spilling from your belly and moving through every inch of your body as your orgasm threatens to surface. “Ony baby- ‘m close. So fuckin’ close.” You hips buck against his face but his grip tightens around you, forcing you still. He brings his head up spitting onto your clit before slurping the mixture of fluids. The tip of his tongue danced around your clit in circles. You let out a pathetic whine which only pushes him more. The noises you make stroking his ego. His dick hardens with every taste, his tongue moving back down towards your hole as he fucked you with his mouth. “Shit baby, just like that p-please.” Ony’s tongue moves in and out of you as he brings one hand up adding a finger at the same pace. Tongue stroking the upper inside of your pussy as his fingers dive deep on the bottom.
Another ding rings from his phone but you can’t find a reason to care when he has you on teetering on the edge like this. “On-“ “Don’t you dare mention that phone y/n.” He said before dipping right back into his same pattern. Your body jerks against his hold as you feel yourself crash out, juices spurting out of you as he gulps down your wetness.
Heavy breaths leave your chest rising and falling rapidly. You peer down to meet him and your pussy clenches at the sight of your nectar dripping from his chin. “You so fuckin’ sweet.” He groans, dick pulsing in his sweats as his tongue darts out and swipes the taste of you from his lips. You open your mouth to speak but the ring from another message stops you in your tracks. “Onyankopon, if you don't pick that shit up or turn the damn ringer off.” You fuss, lifting up to rest against your elbows. Ony stays hovering above your pussy as his clean hand reaches over to grab his phone. You notice his head lowering back down as he scrolls through the messages. “Ony, what are y-“ your sentence is cut off as his tongue slides against your pussy again, a shudder trailing down your spine.
The warmth of his mouth covers you again as he types out a quick message to send to his friends.
“Give me 10.”
#aot x reader#aot x y/n#fem!reader#smut#ony x reader#onyankapon#onyankopon x black y/n#onyankopon x reader#ony x black reader#aot onyankopon#onyankopon smut#x black fem reader#x black reader#aot x black reader#nieceenotes
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self indulgent fluff because this man makes me yearn hehe divider by @/cafekitsune ! — WC : 748
“noooo, tetsu.” you clutch onto him tighter, head still resting on his chest. you can hear the rumble of his laugh as he eases back down into his spot right next to you. “don’t go.”
“i have to, sweetheart.” kuroo rubs your back tenderly, pressing a chaste kiss on the top of your head. it was a weeknight and both of you had to be up early for work in the morning.
“you don’t want to stay?” a childish question that you can’t help but ask, a pout lining your lips. you must look absolutely pitiful judging by the look he’s giving you.
“you know i want to.” his arms tighten around you in a small apology. you can sense the dreaded ‘but’ ready to spill from the tip of his tongue so you beat him to the punch.
“so stay.” you grin up at him, chin resting on his chest. the close proximity has his eyes softening around the edges, mouth opening and closing as he tries to explain his reasoning for going. but all logic gets thrown at the window when he catches the hopeful look you cast at him.
“okay.” kuroo gives in. how could he not? saying no to you was an impossible task. “i’ll just get up earlier so i can go home and change.”
“yay! thank you tetsu.” you jolt up, planting kisses all over his face. he can’t help but laugh at your sudden burst of energy, relishing in all the love you pour onto him.
“of course.” kuroo gives you a kiss on the lips, pulling back just so he could see your smile. “im the best boyfriend ever after all.”
“yeah, yeah.” you giggle.
the two of you sit in a comfortable silence for a moment, your mind beginning to wander a little as an idea pops in your head. it’s almost like he can see the gears turning, a little lightbulb popping up and demanding attention.
“maybe…” you start but trail off, losing whatever nerve you had.
“maybe?” kuroo gently caresses your cheek, encouraging you to continue.
“maybe you could keep some work clothes here? you know…” you trail off again. “you know so you don’t have to rush home to change in the future.”
“and show up to work together?” he grins, sitting up, back resting against the headboard as he pulls you into his lap. “my my, what a scandal. what will the people say?”
“tetsu, i’m pretty sure the whole office knows we’re dating.” you roll your eyes.
kuroo’s eyebrows dramatically shot up far behind his bangs. he was well versed in whatever drama was circulating around the office, a secret fiend for gossip so you knew damn well he’s heard the rumors too. and yet…
“oh yeah? how do you know?” the pads of kuroo’s fingertips patter down along your back as he watches you carefully — catlike instincts trained onto you.
“because people gossip and we aren’t exactly the most discreet.”
“we are discreet!” kuroo looks mildly offended and if you didn’t know him so well, you think you’d had actually struck a nerve.
“babe, they caught us kissing at the the last work party.” you poke his cheek. “not to mention what some of them have been subjected to at happy hour.”
“you make it sound like we’re going at it 24/7 in the office, jeez.” he pouts, looking off to the side.
“i’m just telling you how it is.” you shrug, a teasing smile gracing your features. “i suppose you just can’t keep your hands off me.”
“why you little…” he tickles your side, causing you to giggle and squirm in his lap. after a moment he shows mercy and relents, nuzzling his nose against your face.
“so yeah, i don’t think it would be a big deal if we started going to work together.” you conclude, your voice just above a whisper now. kuroo pretends to ponder it for a moment before something else shifts in his amber eyes.
“noted.” he smirks, half lidded eyes set on you. “you know, you kinda owe me now for staying the night.”
“how’s that?”
“i’ve got to get up extra early, forgo my run and everything. you know how important cardio is to me.” he leans forward, lips ghosting your own as you suck in a bated breath.
“i guess we’ll have to find a suitable alternative for you then.” you pivot, straddling his lap and running your hands through his messy ink hair.
“oh i have a few ideas.” kuroo smirks, closing the gap between you as his lips touch yours.
#◟˚. ☁️ ⋆ daydreams.#kuroo x reader#kuroo tetsuro x reader#haikyuu x reader#hq x reader#kuroo tetsuro fluff#kuroo fluff#haikyuu fluff#hq fluff#x reader
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after classes with zerobaseone maknae line υ´• ﻌ •`υ
pairing shen quanrui (ricky), kim gyuvin, park gunwook, han yujin + gn reader⠀⠀⠀details fluff, diff tropes and scenarios for each member, established relationship (ricky, gunwook), f2l (gyuvin, yujin)
cw none ⠀⠀⠀wc 699 748 654 787 respectively (2888 in total)⠀⠀⠀reading time 12 min
note if you are the one who liked this post when tumblr accidentally posted it you are a real one but i am sorry you had to see that. anyway ... this is my return to zb1 tumblr since 2023 + short explanation! ricky’s and gunwook’s fics are calmer because they’re in established relationships, to give off a sense of constancy - gyuvin’s and yujin’s are exaggerated because they’re not, to give off infatuation 🙏🏻 these r not very good but i hope you like them!
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ricky 리키
RICKY HAS not once had a problem with picking you up in his car, despite not going to the same school. You’d always wondered how he found enough time and energy after classes to endure the twenty-kilometer, forty-five-minute drive from his school to yours, especially with how prevalent and severe the traffic was in the city you lived in.
You’ve repeatedly told him—borderline reprimanded—that he’s never had to do this, and that you can make the effort home all by yourself. Ricky’s always replied with a shrug and an excuse about how he likes doing this for you, even if your high schools were in completely opposite directions from the heart of the city.
As your class ends today, you fully expect him to be there, waiting in front of the gate in his wildly expensive bright red car (which used to embarrass you slightly when he pulled up, but you’ve gotten used to it) with a warm smile on his face and a drink in hand for you. Amongst the hurried footsteps of your peers, you manage to find a way past them and straight to the exit, eager to find your boyfriend’s familiar face in the crowd of other students dismissed the same time as you.
It might sound a little hypocritical of you, but even though you didn’t hold it to a standard of Ricky to pick you up everyday, it still made you feel happy inside whenever he did—which has been everyday since the new semester started.
Without fail, the moment you step outside the bounds of campus, your boyfriend is there waiting for you in the expensive bright red car you expected him to be in, with two strawberry lattes in his front seat cup holders visible through the window—one being intended for you.
He unlocks the door as you walk up, waiting for you to fasten your seatbelt and settle in before he shifts the gear stick to drive.
“How was your day?” he inquires, coming to a halt at the first stop light. He pulls the straw of your latte from its spot in the small compartment on the door panel, poking it through the wrapped paper and putting it into the drink for you.
You take a sip when he hands it to you, gulping down before replying. “Good, actually! My teacher was sick and didn’t show up, so I had an entire period to catch up on assignments,” you say. “What about you?”
“Good now that I’m with you,” he answers, shrugging. “My presentation didn’t really go so well, and I didn’t get much sleep last night.”
The school he attended was a notoriously strict, high-standard international school that was practically established to cater to company heirs and others alike—and Ricky was no exception to that. However, it meant that he was also held to a higher standard than most students the same age, and you knew that your schedule and school were more lax than his.
“Let’s get some sleep,” you suggest. He simply hums in agreement as the traffic light turns to green, putting his focus back on the road while accelerating.
You get to Ricky’s house not long after that, greeting his mom before making a beeline to his room. You both sneak under the covers of his bed, and take a minute to talk a bit more about each of your days before settling in fully.
Your boyfriend’s hesitation is palpable, and you’re sure it’s because he feels a little guilty for sleeping when you would usually spend time (awake) together after classes. But his eyelids are betraying him, and his eyes are shutting as the conversation pursues, so you resolve to let him know it’s alright.
“You can go to sleep, I’m okay,” you assure him. “I’ll wake you up later.”
Ricky nods. “Thanks a lot, [Name].” He sinks down into the mattress a bit more. “I love you.”
“Just get some sleep,” you quickly respond. “I love you too.”
You often wondered how your boyfriend always had the energy to pick you up everyday, and today you got your answer—he doesn’t. He’s just been able to find the energy because it was you, and now you know how lucky you are.
gyuvin 규빈
GYUVIN’S UNSURE when this arrangement between the two of you started. It was majorly unspoken, even from the beginning—after class, you would follow the languid crowd of students to the main gate, and you’d find him waiting by the potted camellia plant placed adjacent to the cement post near the opening of the school.
Then, you’d stop by the 7-Eleven around the corner for your fix of ice cream (if you felt like it; if not, the row of frozen yoghurt shops and local coffee pop-ups across were just as inviting). He would offer—no, insist on paying—and you would engage in a back-and-forth about how it shouldn’t be this way, that you should just let him pay, because, you know... he wants to.
And then it’s bittersweet—literally. For some reason, you always pick some kind of wack flavour that Gyuvin has no interest in. Today, it’s limited-edition Baskin Robins espresso-flavoured ice cream in a 4-ounce cup. You probe him to try at least half a spoonful of it, and he does, noting the bitter top note of the taste. He also notes that you let him use the same spoon you used just now, which somehow makes the ice cream come off a bit sweeter on his tongue.
Gyuvin doesn’t remember when all of this became a daily thing. You weren’t even classmates a year ago, much less friends; how did this... happen between you two?
You’ve begun your trek home, side-by-side (him nearer to the street, of course), when he realizes this all started because you live two blocks apart. What he still doesn’t know, though, is why you’ve both kept this routine up for so long.
Whatever. Gyuvin shakes off the thought with a literal shake of the head, tuning back in to what you were saying. He divides the focus of his gaze between you and the path ahead.
“... I suck at the sciences, and, you know, Park Gunwook, all-knowing science genius is always out to get my top 1 spot in class. I’m so—” You groan. “Frustrated!”
He chuckles. “I’ll sabotage him for you.”
“Oh, sure you would. You’d sabotage your best friend’s grades for some classmate.” Rolling your eyes, the notion almost makes you laugh. Gyuvin’s cute when he jokes like this; he always says he’d do all kinds of things for you, and it’s clearly an exaggeration, but it also makes you insanely giddy to believe that he could really mean what he says for a second.
You lick the mini wooden spoon in your hand clean of any remaining melted ice cream. “I hope you don’t tell Gunwook any of this, by the way. I kind of need him to tutor me in physics,” you not-so-sheepishly add, nudging Gyuvin’s arm with your elbow.
“Yeah, he won’t hear anything from me. My loyalty lies with you only,” he jokes.
“I’d hoped so,” you reply.
Then, as per usual, the rest of the walk is silent—with many mumbled warnings from him whenever you cross the road. He’s made it a point to notify you of oncoming vehicles or any potential hazards (like a puddle you can slip in or an obstacle you might trip on). You’ve observed he’s always had that habit, and even though you’re well aware of the ground you walk on yourself, you don’t mind it too much; it just means that he cares for your safety.
Gyuvin’s house is short two blocks in the journey to and fro the school compared to yours, meaning your house is farther away and further behind his. Still, since the first time he walked you home, he’s never complained of the extra steps he takes past his house on the way to yours and the ones he takes back to his after he’s dropped you off.
Today is just like any other day. You arrive at your doorstep, and he hands you the backpack he decided to carry for you halfway into the trip home.
You sling a strap over one shoulder before looking up at him again. “Same time tomorrow?”
Gyuvin nods, a small smile on his face as he affirms your statement. “Same time tomorrow.”
He waits for you to close the door after stepping inside, and then he pivots his heel ninety degrees back towards his house. He’s sure it’s only him, and it must all be in his head, but the air between you has shifted. He might even know why he still chooses to walk you home after all this time.
gunwook 건욱
GUNWOOK AND your favourite time of day is the period just before dusk, when you’ve finished studying together for the afternoon and head up to the—more often than not—restricted rooftop of your school building.
You’re aware that your boyfriend can get in trouble (and perhaps lose his status as class rep) by sneaking up to a blocked-off area of the school, so these visits have become a lot less frequent over the past few months; despite this, you’ve viewed the rooftop as one of your favorite places even though you’ve only been there with Gunwook, and not as frequently as you did before.
To you, whenever you were up there with the boy you loved and held so dearly to your heart, time seemed to slow—you’d take your places on the floor, knees close to your chests as you stared up at the sky, awaiting the sunset and subsequent dusk to fall on you both.
There have been some days that have served as exceptions to the rooftop being exclusively your and Gunwook’s spot, though, like when you feel the desire to be there yourself on the occasion your boyfriend can’t join you due to a prior engagement—a day like today.
The rooftop offered a view of the Seoul skyline, with your school being established strategically near the middle of the city. The breeze was colder in higher places, and it ruffled your hair as it blew past you.
Gunwook assured you that he’d meet with you after he finished something up for the incoming school festival. You admired your boyfriend for being so hardworking and kind towards everyone, even when you and he both knew he felt pressured most of the time.
And at this moment in time—the rooftop doesn’t feel as special to you alone in comparison to when Gunwook is here to accompany you. The view is still breathtaking, and the winds hitting your face are refreshing, but time isn’t slowing down for you like it does when you’re with him. This is your spot together, after all.
A tap on your shoulder wakes you straight out of your thoughts, and you turn to see a smiley Gunwook preparing to sit down beside you on the floor. When he has, he inches closer to you so you can lie your head on his shoulder the way he knows you want to. Then, the motion of your hands finding each other is almost automatic; he begins to stroke the back of your hand in circular movements with his thumb.
“So, how long have you been up here, huh?” your boyfriend teases, flashing his gummy smile and earning a light chuckle from you. “Since you left me to go do your student council thing,” you respond, scoffing.
Gunwook laughs. “Hey, I think you’ll enjoy the school festival when it happens. We even got that bungeoppang seller outside that you like so much to come in,” he tells you, “I just have one thing to do on festival day—and then, after that, I’m free and we can sneak off up here.”
“What do you have to do on festival day?” you ask.
The boy next to you giggles, knowing that what’s about to come out of his mouth is too cheesy for how long you’ve been dating (which was about to be three years soon). “Take a picture with my [Name], of course.”
You can’t even begin to digest that overly exaggerated sweet statement, and you rip your hand away from Gunwook’s jokingly. “You’re so...” You shake your head in feigned disapproval. “Cheesy.”
“I am, but it’s only for you,” he says, beaming.
“Yeah, yeah, okay,” you brush it off, lips curving into an upward crescent. “If other people knew you said this kind of stuff to me, they’d never see you the same way again.”
Gunwook rolls his eyes, now throwing his arm over your shoulder. “I’m lucky it’s just us here then.”
yujin 유진
YUJIN’S BEEN athletically inclined since elementary school, and you’d be lying to say you weren’t envious of him sometimes. With training and his becoming popular overnight when the first semester of tenth grade started, though, it’s undeniable that he’s been perpetually busy.
So, whenever your long-time best friend does get the time to spend with you, you make the most out of it and do something memorable together; however, you could never really tell when his high school varsity coach would schedule a last-minute training session and ruin your plans.
Today is... unfortunately one of those days. You’d taken a bit of time to plan a hang out consisting of a late afternoon stroll through the park, then dinner at a restaurant you stumbled upon recently Yujin hadn’t tried yet but served his favourite food. You knew this was all in vain, though, when just as the bell rang, you found him at the foot of your classroom door, holding a drink from the vending machine as an “I’m sorry” gift to express his regret (and guilt).
He grins an awkward, strained grin when you make eye contact. “[Name], I know you had something planned out today, but—”
“It’s okay, Yujin. We can do it another time,” you say, taking his hand in yours and starting to walk away from the door.
“Really?” he questions. “I hate doing this to you, and I’d spend all my time with you if l could, because, you know, you’re...” he pauses, visibly deliberating what to say, “you’re my best friend, and I don’t want to make you feel like our friendship is one-sided because it’s not, I don’t want it to be, and we’ve been friends since middle—”
Due to the frequency of this kind of thing happening, you’ve grown accustomed to it. The first few times your best friend bailed on you, you felt hurt (and maybe upset), but it’s happened enough times now that it doesn’t faze you anymore.
You stop in your tracks, facing Yujin. “It’s really okay,” you repeat, dropping his hand. You understand that he has his own obligations, and you could take no other course of action than to give way; moreover, you’d known for a while that since approaching high school, your friendship would be different. Things were bound to change, anyway.
He winces. “Are you sure?”
“I am,” you answer. “I’ll wait for you.”
“Okay.”
You decide to spend the two hours Yujin’s at practice to finish all your due assignments—but it’s hard to devote yourself entirely to organic chemistry when all you can do is think of him. You’d liked your best friend since the summer of ninth grade.. and you’re in eleventh now. Evidently, you’ve never told anyone, much less Yujin himself, and it’s starting to take a toll on you... and so does simply thinking about it. So, to avoid giving your feelings any more thought than you already have, you put down the black Muji pen you’ve been using to revise your notes and surrender to sleep.
When Yujin finds you, your eyelids are closed and you’re lying down on your left arm, head turned to the right. The homework he presumes you were trying to do is sprawled out across the table messily, but your pen still has a place in your hand. He wonders how long you’ve been asleep, mimicking your position this time facing you. Not long after, he falls asleep staring at you.
When you wake up, your eyes feel like they’ve been glued shut. You can’t flutter them open as easily as you usually can, and even when you do, your vision is clouded and hazy. Still, you can make out the sleeping Yujin resting his head on his forearms and facing you—sure, your eyelids had a hard time fluttering, but your heart didn’t (as cliché as that sounds). Sitting up, you click your phone on and discover that it’s an hour past the time he finished practice. He must’ve fallen asleep waiting for you to wake up; you fell asleep waiting for him.
You know you should probably wake him up, but you can’t help it and rest your head back down onto the table anyway. He looks really... calm this way; it’s nice. Your gaze flickers from one facial feature of his to another, then another, and so on. And then, suddenly, you remember why you’ve liked him for this long.
Yujin slowly wakes up, rubbing his eyes and running a hand through his hair as he does. The second he becomes aware that you’re awake too, he jolts up.
“Come on, [Nickname]. Let’s go get dinner,” he invites.
You’re packing your things into your backpack when Yujin, who is standing awkwardly off to the side, interrupts. “I’ll skip practice next time—I’m sorry.”
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photographer suna — marriage proposals!
PART 1 — HCS !
for @akaakeis <3 sav i'm so sorry for terrifying u in dms. u probably don't need any tissues. ily, thanks for being my inspiration for like, the third time this week. :)
cws — gn!reader, crying. sobbing. crying. fluff, ew. not proofread, its 3am. wc — 748
ever since you and your boyfriend started dating, you've modeled in so many things for him and his beloved cameras.
not only photos he posts, though. there are pictures of you with smudged makeup, and pictures of you drooling onto his chest as you sleep, and blurry ones of you smiling and laughing and just being... you.
and you don't really notice any differences this time. well yeah, maybe he's a little bit more excited than usual, and it must be more important because he's doing it in a venue instead of his studio.
you're wearing fairly casual clothes, nothing too fancy, but you look good. not that you don't look good in anything else, rin is quick to assure you. he's exceedingly careful today, and also... stricter than usual?
"smile, y/n."
you flash your prettiest smile at the camera, but he shakes his head. "try again?"
you obey, but he sighs, almost exaggeratedly. "this isn't working, y/n. it's not genuine enough."
he doesn't give you time to react as he continues. "i have a solution, though."
he presses something on the camera — are his hands shaking? — before putting it down on a side table and turning to you. "y/n, i love you."
you giggle. "i love you too, rin, but is that all?"
you're joking, but he shakes his head. "nah, there's more. you are my best friend, the love of my life, and everything i could ever want in a person."
you're definitely smiling now; he doesn't seem to notice. "these past few years with you have been the best time of my life. y/n, i adore you. we've been together for four years of my life, and i want to spend the next four with you too. and the four after that, and the rest of my life, so will you marry me?"
and he's getting down on his knees and pulling a box from his pocket, and your vision turns blurry as you nod frantically. "yes!"
at some point, you get down to his level, and he slides the ring clumsily onto your finger before his hands come up to cup your face, thumbs shakily wiping away your tears. it's not like he's faring any better, though, because he's crying as hard as you are — if not harder. your hands find his face before he kisses you, and the two of you fall back so he's sitting on the ground, you between his legs.
"i love you," you gasp through your sobs, and he smiles stupidly at you through his own tears.
"i love you too, you don't even know—"
"i do, i do," you whisper before he kisses you again, and then he pulls back, a dumb laugh escaping his throat.
"god, we look so stupid right now— i mean, you don't, i do, oh my god, the camera—"
"what about it?" you ask. you've both stopped crying, and he leans back to let you dig through his pocket for a tissue that you use to gingerly dab at your face before you turn on him.
"it— stop that, i look fine, it recorded everything, oh my god, y/n, stop—" he tries — in vain — to dodge your accursed tissue, bright red hues spreading across his cheeks as you laugh at him.
"bet you didn't expect to cry," you tease, poking his warm but damp cheek. "you love me sooo much, you just had to!"
"yeah," he says, and it comes out softer than either of you expected. "i do."
"you better say the same thing at our wedding!"
our wedding. ours. his heart skips a beat.
"i will, damn."
the ring on your finger feels both foreign and familiar, you note as rintarou gets up to collect his things. it's gotten colder since the two of you arrived here, and you shiver. rin gives you his jacket to wear as the two of you head to the car; he zips it right up to the collar before using it as leverage to pull you in and kiss you again.
"better get to planning the wedding, hmm? can't wait to have you forever," he murmurs, intertwining his fingers with yours.
"you already have me, forever," you tell him, and once more, you reduce the blank-faced, 6'3" photographer into a stammering, blushing mess. he says nothing, but you feel him squeeze your hand as he looks away, trying to hide his flushed face.
"shut up before i kiss you again."
thank u for reading ! <3 likes, comments and reblogs are very much appreciated. i almost cried writing this, too much fluff might throw up. also, i appear to have a medical condition where i can only write about suna and no one else. there'll probably be a part 3 for the wedding, btw.. no promises
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behind the screen 𐙚 sungchan smau. #8
✧ camgirl reader x roommate sungchan
✧ synopsis. in which sungchan discovers his favorite camgirl also happens to be his roommate
✧ wc. 748
✧ warnings. half written half smau. male masturbation, sungchan focused.
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konig is your roommate pt. 2
pt. 1 wc: 748 warnings: all smut no plot, oral (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), tit play, slight dirty talk, some German pet names sprinkled in there, afab reader a/n: im so sorry it took so long for me to get this out, but i hope yall enjoy! also this is the last part for this series, but if you have any requests for this couple send them to me >:3 MINORS DNI (have your age in your bio or you're getting blocked)
Dinner was left cold and unfinished on the stove. The planned dinner date had turned into you and Konig unable to keep your hands off each other. He had you pinned against the wall and you were panting into his mouth feeling his girth rub against your core. “P-please tell me whether or not you want to go further.” Konig broke the kiss apart first and waited for your answer. You could see the way his pupils were blown out from how turned on he was and just the sight of that was enough to make you even wetter. “I want this so bad, please keep going.” That’s all he needed to hear and he was quick to turn around and place your body on the bed. He was gentle but with how fast he did it, it startled you a bit. He pushed up the hem of your dress up to your waist and admired you in all your wet glory. His thick fingers teasingly worked circles against your clit through your panties.
“Is this what you planned for tonight, Kleine?” You could barely focus on anything he was saying. “N-not exactly, but I’m not complaining in the slightest.”
He smirked and without any warning, he pulled your panties to the side and inserted one thick finger inside your hole. The sudden insertion had your back arching off the bed and letting out a soft cry. “F-fuck Konig it feels so good! I w-want more please.” He leaned over your body to give you a passionate kiss. You were holding on to his shoulders to give yourself some stability, but it was hard when you couldn’t stop squirming from his touch. “When you ask so nicely, mein liebchen I want to give you it all and more. Keep being such a good girl and I’ll treat you in the way you deserve.” He inserted another finger and you were already seeing stars.
The wet sounds of his fingers sliding in and out of you and the pretty moans you were letting out had his cock rock hard and he already felt the front of his boxers getting wet from all the precum he was leaking. He felt your pussy tightening around his fingers and he started to pump his fingers even faster to send you over the edge into your orgasm. “Cum all over my fingers baby. Make a mess all over my hand. I know you’re almost there, my love.” The encouragement was enough to have you cumming and twitching on Konig’s fingers. “You look so pretty cumming on me, I can’t wait to have you on my cock squeezing me dry with how tight you are.”
He dragged the rest of your dress off to expose your tits. He kissed down the valley of your breasts and started to nibble and bite around where your nipples were leaving sloppy hickeys all over you. Konig suckled on one nipple while rolling the other in his fingers and the sensation had you whimpering. “Kleine, I need you to touch me.” Konig’s face was flushed and seeing his erections straining against his khaki pants had you drooling. Without any prompting, you dropped to your knees and hastily started to unbuckle his belt. His erection almost slapped you in the face with the amount of force it had when springing out of his pants. Palming him through his boxers had him bucking his hips to get more friction. “Ah, k-keep touching me my love you’re doing so good.” You pulled down his boxers and gingerly wrapped your lips around the tip and the salty flavor of pre-cum coated your mouth.
You widened your mouth as you went further down the shaft of his cock to allow for how big he was and tears started to prick the corners of your eyes. “You’re doing so good mein liebchen, I’m not gonna last long if you keep going!” You deepthroated his cock till your nose was pressed against his pelvis and then you started to bob your head faster once your mouth was more adjusted to his size. Konig’s cock twitched and suddenly shot spurts of cum into the back of your throat. He gently held on to your head for stability while riding out the rest of his orgasm. He slid his length out of your mouth with a ‘pop’ sound and patted your cheek. “Go lay down on the bed for me sweet girl, I’m not done with you.”
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Hello omg another Ayatsuji writer yesss
but I was wondering if you could write and Ayatsuji x Reader who eats a ton of sweets but is also very quiet/shy. Like he finds reader in the kitchen or smth eating a large chocolate bar or something as reader stares at him like a raccoon who’s just been found eating trash.
so to put in summary Ayatsuji x Raccoon coded reader
tysm if you read this and I hope u have an amazing day :3
night-time sweet tooth
synopsis - how did he find out you had quite the sweet tooth?
includes - ayatsuji
warnings - gn!reader, raccoon-coded reader, fluff, more fluff, wc - 748
a/n: hello! anom this idea was the absolute sweetest, i loved this sm! i hope you have an amazing day too <3
↪ayatsuji wouldn't care if his partner was shy, outgoing or whatever. if he loved you, he would love you for who you were and anything else would just be the quirks that he admired about you.
↪but unfortunately for you, because you were on the quieter side, he would be more prone to teasing you. he just really couldn't resist.
↪however he would always stop if he noticed you got too uncomfortable or you asked him too. he may like to tease or to joke around a bit but he'd never want to take it that far - atleast for someone he cares about.
↪he'd also very happily stick up for you should the occasion arise. whether it be something simple as you felt too nervous and shy to ask for something or if it was something a bit more serious.
↪he would note that you did always keep some form of sweet or snack on you at all times but he just assumed you got hungry easy or had a big appetite.
↪but he would come to learn, from his observation, your favourites and now he couldn't find a single item of clothing of his that had a pocket without one of your favourite, more savoury, snacks in to give to you.
↪but he only really learned about your habit properly after you two finally took a massive step and started living together. he couldn't count of both hands the amount of times he found you rummaging through the kitchen.
↪and he always looked back with fondness when he remembered the first time he caught you.
it had been a week since you two had finally made the decision to love together. it was him that actually proposed the idea and followed through with you moving in with him. whiel he wouldn't mind moving in with you, he had a rather large doll collection that would take him ages to safely move to yours.
he was secretly ecstatic when you agreed and gave you plently of time to finally move in as he knew you'd prefer to do so at your own pace. tsujimura was still convinced he was up to something but he always assured her he'd never do anything to put you in harms way - she probably would never believe him.
but over this one week it hadn't gone unnoticed that alot of his previously empty kitchen cabinets had been filled with snacks and savoury treats - his fridge was also not spared. he never brought it up because he did find it gave a life to his rather hollow home and he thought it was rather sweet. he also knew you were always peckish at work so he wasn't that surprised that you'd be the same outside of work.
he wasn't exactly the type to get a regular sleep, let alone a long one but from day one of you moving on this seemed to change. the main reason being that he found a comfort in being cuddled up beside you as you drifted to sleep and eventually he'd find himself doing the same with you saffely within his arms - and you'd begun to insist that he start taking care of himself.
so when he woke up and you were nowhere to be seen in the dark of your shared bedroom and the light to the ensuite was off, he worried. he laughed at the irony of how you insisted he got a good night sleep but now you were no where to be found, but this did little to ease his worry. he'd soon got up and made his way outside the bedroom and his worries began to melt away when he soon stbled across the faint glow of the kitchen lights.
however out of all things he was prepared to see when opening the door to the kitchen, seeing you huddled on the floor and half way through taking a large bite out of the large chocolate bar he had gifted you earlier that day was not one of them. he couldn't help but smile when you stared at him with a sort of sleepy, blank eyed stare after being seemingly 'caught in the act'.
he walked toward you and sat down beside you before questioning 'you do this every night?' you didn't quite answer before he smiled as he gave you a brisk kiss on the top of your head and added 'invite me along next time yeah?'.
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— 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 ( 𝐚. 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐬 )
♡ — in which ajax needs help with his homework, and you're always a doting tutor.
♡ — wc: 748
♡ — a/n: pt. 2 maybe? i just wanted this finished i will not lie to you! but i love my cute boy <333 ty to @arachine for motivating me to finish this and @cottoncandybirdy my bestie beta i love u both so dearly
♡ — warnings: bit suggestive throughout but no explicit smut (yet), fem!reader, all characters are in college (~20 yrs old)
“No – Ajax, baby, darling, you need to carry the three or it won’t –”
“Ugh!” the beanie-clad boy has a pout on his face while he leans back until his chair is tipping off the ground, arms crossed, “I hate this. I’m not good at it, can’t we do somethin’ i’m good at?”
“And what would that be, hm?” You mimic his pose, though all Ajax can focus on is how the position pushes your tits up and how the stern look on your face is working for you way more than he thinks it should.
“I dunno, like –” He pauses, throwing his hands up in the air in half exasperation and half out of a need to stop looking at you (unfortunately, there’s no school subject he is good at, so it isn’t really helping), “Mythology? History? I’m good at those!”
“Yes, because that’s your ancestry –” You sigh, shaking your head a bit while you look down at him, “Plus, i’m literally your tutor, ‘jax, the whole point of this is to help you get better at what you struggle with –”
This time when Ajax looks up at you his frown is even deeper, brows pulled together, and for a moment you think he’s so cute you just want to kiss him silly.
Focus.
“I just have no motivation!” He huffs while he settles his head on crossed arms, looking up at you with all the sadness of a kicked puppy, “And i’m just – i’m bad at it –”
You pause for a moment as you look down at him, weighing your options. You do have an idea, one that would almost definitely work, but one that would also change the trajectory of your friendship forever.
But, again – you know it’ll work. You also know that you really like Ajax, as stupid as he is, and he really likes you, too – he’s never been too shy about showing it (plus, Xavier told you).
Ah, fuck it.
“Tell you what –” You lean over the table so you’re hovering over him a bit, tits pushed out in a way that’s making him stare intensely at your eyes in an effort not to look, “for every question you actually try on, i’ll give you a kiss wherever you want, mkay? You don’t even have to get it right, but you have to try.”
Ajax nearly chokes at that, coughing into his arm and suddenly shooting up with a nod, suddenly the portrait of a perfect student.
“Well?” You look down at him expectantly, head tilted with a soft, playful smile on your lips.
“Oh – oh, fuck, no, yeah, t-totally, um, let me just –” He splutters, quickly arranging the papers from his binder into a neat pile on his desk so he can begin working, suddenly feeling very, very motivated.
You can’t stop your giggles while you watch him work, now moving ten times as fast as he was before – he was even getting some of the math problems right.
He shows them off to you quickly, and you keep your promises for each one – he’s too hesitant to ask you to kiss him in any places he really wants, so he keeps it cute – asks for kisses on his nose, his cheeks, his forehead. Eventually he gets brave and asks for one on his lips and he feels dizzy when you pull back with a smirk.
From there it gets heated very quickly – somehow you find your way into his lap, arms looped around his shoulders and legs dangling on either side of him. He works with you there, every so often tapping your back so you can look at his work. Your kisses stray farther down – his jaw, his neck, his collarbones, even along his shoulders. You can’t help the way your hands wander, sliding underneath his hoodie and running your palms along lean muscle and smooth skin.
You feel something under you and you can’t help the way you smirk to yourself. At least you weren’t the only one getting excited. You kiss his lips again after the next problem, though this time it’s deeper, more desperate than before. You pull back breathing heavily, the little string of saliva that connects your lips making you gulp. Your eyes flit down to the papers, then, and you grin, your voice barely above a whisper when you speak, Ajax’s eyes big and doe-like looking back at you, “You’re almost done. Finish it all and I get to kiss you wherever I want.”
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Can you do prompt 15 with Hannibal please?
Mistaken Destiny
Hannibal Lecter x plus size reader
A case of mistaken identity leads to love at first sight and maybe an unhealthy obsession
Warnings: fluff, incredibly vague allusions to cannibalism and murder (it’s Hannibal my guys, what do you expect)
WC: 748
Minors DNI
3000 Follower Celebration
The invitation had to be a mistake, there was no way that the beautiful handwritten calligraphy on ultra expensive card-stock was meant for you. You doubted you had even met anyone who knew what calligraphy was, and you certainly didn’t know this Doctor Hannibal Lecter.
And yet, once your shift at the diner finished, you caught the bus to the fancy side of town and cautiously approached the extravagant house a polite 10 minutes before the party was set to begin. Your heart pounded loudly in your ears as you rang the bell, practically shaking with nerves.
The ornate door opened slowly after a moment, a warm breeze rushing over you, carrying with it the smell of rich food and the sounds of classical music. “May I help you?” The older man standing before you was dressed smartly in a charcoal grey three-piece suit, his silvery hair quaffed to perfection and his amber eyes holding many questions in their swirling depths.
“Uh hi. I um, I got this invitation in the mail and I doubt it was for me and there wasn’t a phone number or anything so I couldn’t call you. I was going to just ignore it but my mama taught me that it was rude to ignore an invitation to dinner so I thought I would come in person to apologise for this mistake.” You rambled, thoroughly flustered by the handsome man who you assumed to be Doctor Lecter. A soft smile slowly grew on his lips as you spoke, his shoulders relaxing with your words.
“I believe I should be the one apologising considering this is my fault. I’m sorry that you had to go out of your way to let me know about this. I would invite you in but it appears that you weren’t anticipating staying to enjoy dinner.” His eyes dropped to your work clothes but there was no malice in his gaze, in fact, it seemed maybe lustful? A chill rolled up your spine.
Thrusting the invitation into his open hand, you turned to leave with a, “I hope you have pleasant evening doctor” but he gently grabbed your arm. “I would like to make this up to you, how about I make you a dinner at a time more convenient to you? It is the least I can do.”
You melted, utterly charmed by him. “Uh yeah, that would be quite nice.” You were unable to refuse. His smile grew and he released your wrist to fish a pen from his suit coat. He jotted down something on the back of the invitation then handed it back to you.
“I will be greatly disappointed if you don’t call me, I would hate to think I scared you off, Mx…?” He prompted, to which you shyly gave him your name. “Wonderful. Please call me at your leisure, it would be my pleasure to have you over properly. Get home safely my dear.”
Just as the first of many fancy cars rolled up to the curb before his home, you withdrew from the threshold with a smile. “I will, thank you doctor.”
“Please, just call me Hannibal.” By the time you returned back to your dingy apartment, your smile had yet to fade, the conversation replaying on a loop in your mind, your chest warm with affection. Now all you had left to do was to summon the courage to actually call.
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Hannibal quietly worked at his desk, typing up his final thoughts of the day, his eyes occasionally flicking to his cell phone which remained silent. It had been almost a week since the dinner party and you had yet to call. There was something about you that had caught his attention, he didn’t know whether it was your politeness, the shy way you held yourself, or your plump body, but something had piqued his interest. And he was actually disappointed that you hadn’t taken him up.
He supposed that he could use Will to find you but he would rather not resort to abusing the federal government’s resources, yet. As Hannibal began to pack his things, the dark screen of his phone lit up with a text.
‘Hi! I hope you haven’t forgotten me, and I do hope that your offer is still on the table, whatever you were cooking smelt amazing.’ It seems that Hannibal had to start putting together a menu befitting of your beauty and he couldn’t be more glad about his mistake.
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Could… could I ask for Darry falling asleep on the couch or one of the gang (their laps or their shoulders etc) and it’s effectively treated like a cat falling asleep on someone/something, they actively try to avoid waking him up at all costs and are highly disappointed when he gets up?
Which is why they spend his time asleep actively trying to make him comfier.
That's actually pretty cute 😭😭 It was just the thing I needed to write today!!
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Getting Darry to actually let himself rest was a hard feat for the boys, seeing how he always wanted to "be on top of the chores", always finding things to be doing and so on.
Which meant he hardly rested during the day, even if he needed it, you couldn’t even suggest taking a nap to him. Sodapop once asked him about it,but he mumbled something about not being a baby then went off to clean out the gutters.
Ponyboy made himself remember that moment as he listened to the deep breathing next to him. Darry was leaning on his side, his head barely balancing on the shoulder.
Ponyboy felt the weight of his older brother starting to push him further down in the cushions, and he foolishly wondered if the coach would swallow him whole from the force.
They were just watching something on the television, some old movie Ponyboy insisted they had to watch. Darry, feeling bad for being so harsh on his baby brother throughout the week, agreed to stop cleaning and watch the movie with him in its entirety.
Darry wasn't a big on watching movies, so it wasn't much of a surprise to Ponyboy when he caught his brother staring off into space instead of the screen, but what did surprise him however, was Darry falling asleep.
Ponyboy had accepted his fate as a pillow for Darry's nap, seeing how he himself had fallen asleep on his brother on multiple occasions, and Darry never dared to utter a complaint about it.
Resting his own head on top of Darry's, Pony felt himself start to fall asleep as well, despite the aching protest that came from his shoulder.
When Ponyboy opened his eyes next, the sun had already set and the side lamp was turned on. He was about to shake off whatever was on his shoulder, before he remembered it was Darry.
When he looked to the side, it indeed was Darry, who seemed like he didn't move an inch. Apart from the random pillow pushed under his head, so it wasn’t directly on Pony’s shoulder.
"When did you guys fall asleep?" Sodapop's sudden voice scared the hell out of Ponyboy, but somehow his quick flinching didn't wake up his sleeping brother.
He grabbed at the blanket he finally felt around his legs, and wrapped it around Darry’s shoulders carefully.. "Not so long ago I think, around five? Six?" Sodapop shook his head after Pony’s unsure words. "I came home a bit before six and yall were already out like a light. Must've been five."
A smile played on Soda's lips as he placed down a cup of chocolate milk for Pony, before jumping into Darry’s chair backwards with a huff. He sure was lucky it didn’t creak loudly like it usually does when Darry sits in it. "The guys weren't all too happy when I told them to be quiet." The mumbles of disagreement made Pony open his eyes again, since when were they closed?
Looking around the room, he had multiple pairs of eyes bare into him as he fully took in the scene. Darry sleeping on his shoulder, Sodapop in the chair, Johnny right next to his legs, leaning against the couch, Steve and Two-bit in front of the quiet television and Dallas just emerging out of the kitchen.
"Mornin’ sleeping beauty. Who knew you talked in your sleep?" Dallas' iconic sly grin rose up on his face as he sat down on the floor near Johnny. "Man I sure hope you found those beans." Pony couldn't see Two-bit's face but the vigorous shaking off his shoulder told him he was laughing silently.
It wasn’t often the entire house was so quiet, but he knew the reason it was. It was probably the same reason that the pillow was tucked between him and Darry- so Darry could sleep as long as possible.
Feeling a bit more awake, Pony stretched out his uncovered hand to try and reach his chocolate milk, and once his fingers finally brushed against the glass..
It tipped right over, a loud clunk bouncing off the wallpapered walls as the milk spread out over the table, starting to drip off the sides.
Everyone stared at Pony, and then he felt all colour leave his face as he felt the weight lifting off his shoulder. Soda pulled at his hair as everyone’s sights turned to the now awake, eldest Curtis brother.
“So much for keeping him asleep.”
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pairing: jeong jaehyun x reader
genre: very vague f2l, college au
warnings: suggestive, no pronouns used (inspired by this tweet)
wc: 748 :D repost from my main account!
YOU LIKE TO THINK YOU’VE ALWAYS SEEN THE BEST IN JEONG JAEHYUN.
Your first encounter with the boy was in sophomore year of high school, when you got paired up in Chemistry class as lab partners. You were absolutely clueless on how to measure each ingredient and was on the verge of panicking, but your soft-spoken partner saved the day (and your grades) by being calm throughout the experiment.
The both of you quickly became friends, falling into a pleasant routine of him helping you out in subjects you struggled with (especially Chemistry and those damned lab reports), and you helping him order what he wanted for lunch in the school cafeteria, after a year of just pointing to whatever was on the menu for the day.
Your friends were at first skeptical of the new developments - “Did you not learn anything from High School Musical, Y/N?” Johnny hissed at you at your lunch table while Yuta chuckled, trying to steal fries off Taeyong’s tray. “Stick to the status quo! Wasn’t Sharpay your favorite character?” - but they quickly warmed up to your new companion after getting to know him more, welcoming him and his equally awkward friend, Kim Jungwoo, to the group.
(One afternoon, while you and Johnny were walking home, he tells you that maybe befriending “a nerd” wasn’t that bad. You threaten to step on his new shoes before he lets up the truth - Jaehyun has given him answers to the algebra homework that he’s been stressing about for three days straight. “Don’t take advantage of him, John. He’s my friend.” He grunts in response, but only after you nudge his shoulder hard.)
The rest, they say, is history. You all enter college in the city, with only Taeyong opting to attend a different college. Despite what you heard about the horrors of higher education, it felt easy, falling into rhythm with the people you have known for years. Meeting up with Johnny and Jaehyun at their shared dorm, pulling all-nighters doing work in your shared elective classes, partnering with Jungwoo for a project and doing coffee runs with Yuta. You enjoyed the established routine, prioritizing comfort over change.
But the more you wished for things to stay the same, the more Jaehyun went in the opposite direction. (Rather, you were being overdramatic.) Your summer break for freshman year is almost over and you haven’t heard from him yet, which is a stark contrast to the boy that was always the first to reply in your group chat. He only kept in contact with Johnny, and when you bugged the giant for updates, he would just shrug and reply ominously with a “You’ll see.”
Which leads you to this exact moment.
Your legs wrapped around Jaehyun’s waist on his bed as he roamed his fingers through your hair, meeting your lips in a searing kiss, arms tugging him closer to minimize any amount of distance between the two of you.
Gone was the bowl cut, thick-rimmed glasses, and striped polo t-shirts of the Jaehyun you had befriended back in high school. Replacing him was a man you barely recognized - in a short haircut with a middle part that complemented his features, exchanging his glasses for contacts and his polo shirts burned somewhere for all you care because the black t-shirt he currently had on suited him well.
(“I had an existential crisis,” he was telling you earlier, showing you pictures of his vacation and his transition from Evan Hansen understudy to Hottest Human Being Alive. “I didn’t want to be the nerd friend anymore.” You hummed in response, staring not-so subtly at his face. Once he realizes where your attention was, he laughs before leaning in closer to you. “Do you think I’m cute?” You nod, and reply, "I always thought you were." Somehow your brain reaches a conclusion to close the gap and just kiss him. He reciprocates almost immediately.)
“Waited so long for this,” he mumbles into your skin in between kissing and sucking on your neck. You don’t care about the marks appearing later as you decidedly agree with him, trailing your hand over his well-defined body. He moans softly, which gives you the courage to roam lower, lower, hand lightly brushing over his crotch.
He grabs your wrist harshly, his eyes darkening when you look at him with faux innocence. “You’re going to regret that.” He flips you around onto his bed, with him now on top of you.
It was going to be a long night.
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Crave ( part 1 ) | S |
reader x Felix
*WARNING*
contains: teasing, oral (f receiving)
WC: 748
| Imagine |
You went to the club to have a good time but something unexpected happened.
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The room is a blur. Filled with shining bright lights and fun colors, all I can see is the fog and shimmer above. The dance floor is filled to the brim with sweaty bodies all moving to the slow manipulating rhythm of the music. Until I feel his hands. I feel his heavy breathing. I feel his clothes rubbing against my bare back. The dress I’m wearing presents my cleavage pretty well, but the back is completely naked and empty. I was skeptical at first, it was an off-color, dark, and mysterious, not me at all. However, the red color accentuates every curve perfectly.
We don’t stop, he keeps grinding his groin into my ass. Usually, I would be ashamed to be doing this, hell I would’ve probably slapped him in the face and ran. But, there’s something about him I can’t put my finger on. Is it his cologne? Maybe his control over my body, directing every move to push me further into him? Or perhaps, it's his lustful energy, I can practically lick it off of him.
He’s flush against my back and leans into me to whisper something into my ear. “The name’s Felix”. Every nerve in my body lights on fire. A shiver travels down my spine from his deep voice and thick accent, it's incredible that I can stand upright.
I angle my head to him so that way I can meet him eye to eye. I try to study his features as best as I can, his long blond hair and his sharp jawline. I couldn’t describe it even if I tried, his eyes are like an endless black pit. A pool of darkness to get lost in, but I quite like the dark.
“Y/N” I reply, he pushes my hair over my shoulder leaving enough room to put his lips inches from mine. He keeps his hands on my hips swaying me back and forth against his crotch, keeping us on beat with the pounding music. I can feel him growing harder with every motion, it's enough to send a girl begging. I can’t take it anymore, I have to at least meet his eyes. I turn myself around and he pulls me flush up against his chest, pulling me even closer than before. Our lips are practically at a whisper of a touch.
“Y/N?” he whispers.
“Yes?” I reply without hesitation.
“I need you…Now” Without a moment to waste he grabs my arm out of the club and we make our way to the entrance. The fresh air hits my skin like water on fire. My body starts to cool off from the events that happened only moments ago, but the flame is quickly back the moment he takes my hand. My smile hasn’t left since the second I hit the dance floor, it's only grown since he showed up. “This way” are the only words he says as he pulls me to the parking lot.
An hour of heated tension in the car later, we enter what I assume is his apartment. It's beautiful, filled to the brim with prestigious art and furniture.
I barely have a moment to take in every detail of the room before he grabs my hips and presses his lips to mine. His taste is not only addictive but sweet with a memorizing aftertaste. I travel my hand up his chest and tangle my fingers in his long hair. He lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist.
He takes me to the couch and sets me down on his sofa. The rough leather isn’t enough to cool my heated skin, not in the slightest. The fireplace beside us isn’t lit making it quiet and cold, but the fire between us is hungry and growing with every touch. As I’m being consumed by his kisses traveling down every part of my body, I feel the soft fabric of my dress lifting onto my stomach revealing my bright red laced panties. I try to pry off his button-down shirt, but he quickly meets my eyes. Hovering over me and staring down at me. “There will be time to undress me, but for now” Felix pauses and starts to slowly climb down my body, “I need to taste you”. I realize that his position is now directly in between my legs, and he kisses my inner thigh before continuing down to a place that only craves him more as he speaks.
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hi! hope you're having a good day :) idk if you still write for it but could you do a romantic yosuke hanamura/reader where reader convinces him to watch a scary movie with them? poor boy is scared SHITLESS but tries to put on a cool and brave front, ultimately giving up and cuddling with reader on the couch (maybe a hint of making out too if you feel like it lol)
┃A …Successful(?) Movie Night
₊˚⊹♡Yosuke Hanamura x gn reader
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₊˚⊹♡warnings: fluff <33
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“Megan, Scream, or IT?” You ask.
His face contorts into something akin to disgust. “Can’t we watch something not.. horror related?” He begs inquiries.
“What? You scared?” Your knowing smirk matches the confidence in your tone, since you know Yosuke won’t back down from a challenge.
“No! Let’s watch Scream. That ghost face face dude isn’t all that scary anyway!” Yosuke retorts, with his arms crossed across his chest in defiance.
“Alright then.” You triumphantly do a little cheer before you load up the movie. Yosuke makes his way over to you, sitting beside you on the couch. He doesn’t protest, but his bouncing leg betrays his calm demeanor.
Once the movie is loaded you sit beside him, and he’s quick to close any distance between the two of you. His leg continues to bounce, a bit more frantically now, as the movie begins.
You eye him worriedly, thinking maybe this isn’t the best idea after all. Before you can suggest a different movie his leg suddenly stops bouncing and you feel a weight drape over your shoulder.
You turn your head to see Yosuke’s arm draped across your shoulders, and a goofy smile makes itself apparent on your lips.
Maybe you were worried over nothing? He seems alright now, surely things will be fine.
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“Oh my god oh my god no look oUT- AHHH!” Yosuke’s booming shout startles you more than the scene playing before you, and soon both of his arms are draped over you as he practically jumps in your lap.
You can’t help but snicker at the complete 180 this man’s attitude has done. Over the past half hour, he appeared to be unfazed and even enjoying the movie, a small smile on his lips as he watched the movie beside you.
Lo and behold, once the first “scary” moment occurred Yosuke’s facade crumbled to bits.
“Name, this is too much! Did you see the way he brutally- oh mY GOD!” Yosuke buries his face into the crook of your neck as loud shouts can be heard from the TV.
You tear your eyes away from the TV to look at Yosuke. His fluffy hair all but obscures your vision anyway, and a quiet sigh of resignation escapes your lips.
You gaze at his trembling form with the fondness and adoration of a lovesick fool.
You wordlessly change the movie, putting on some random trending show on Netflix instead of continuing the movie.
Yosuke takes awhile to notice, still trembling in your arms, so you wrap said arms around him and rest your head on top of his.
It isn’t long before your movie night transforms into a cuddle session.
Yosuke’s blissful sigh reaches your ears, and his body relaxes. Your fingers gently card through his fluffy head; his hair feels like the soft touch of a cloud against your fingertips.
“You okay now?” You can’t help but tease him. “Oh, shut up.” His grumbled reply only serves to make you smile.
He finally removes his face from your shoulder, and your heart lurches when his eyes immediately search for yours. “Sorry if I ruined our movie night..” Yosuke’s sheepish apology, coupled with his forlorn expression, elicits a coo out of you.
He’s so cute.
“You didn’t ruin anything Yosuke. Sorry, next time I’ll pick a movie I’m sure we can both enjoy.” His eyes widen in surprise at your thoughtful words. His mouth parts to reply, but your lips capture his before any sound can escape.
He’s startled, yet he wastes no time in returning your sweet kiss. Your eyes close as your fingers find purchase in his soft brown locks. You feel his arms wrap around you, pulling you into him as you share a pleasant kiss.
You pull back, but his lips are on yours once more.
Oh, how you adore the way his lips curl up against yours in a small smile.
You feel pure bliss and tranquility as you bask in Yosuke’s warm embrace. When you two part once again, Yosuke’s lips press against your nose, your cheek, and your forehead before they gravitate towards your mouth yet again.
Your body melts against his, and his arms gingerly cradle you against him. A monet passes before his lips regrettably leave yours, although your lungs thank you for the opportunity to breathe.
“If this is how all of our movie nights will go, we should do this more often.” His cheeky suggestion earns him another kiss to his inviting lips.
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