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[joghurt-und-glas]

[obsessedwithceleste]

Lessons in Love

(Or why Enzo should be banned from advanced potion making)

Theodore Nott x Ravenclaw Reader

Summary: Ft. Enzo being bad at potions, the Ravenclaw common room door, and more than one accidental love confession.

word count: 3.3k

©️ obsessedwithceleste. all works posted here belong to me and should not be reposted or copied in any way or form.

A deep sigh escapes your lips as you walk purposefully through the empty halls of the castle. You loved Enzo. Really, you did. But how that bastard had managed to squeeze enough O.W.Ls out of his arse to get into advanced potion making was absolutely beyond you.

It’s not that you thought your childhood best friend was dumb per se. You simply thought his talents lay elsewhere. Like in herbology. Or anywhere really where adding a pinch too much powdered moonstone didn’t result in a glittery pink potion exploding all over the front of your robes. This never would have happened of course, if your usual, equally talented, potions partner, Theodore Nott, had actually bothered to show up, but god only knew where that boy had wandered off to.

Walking into classes earlier that day you had been giddy with excitement. While potions may not have been Enzo’s forte, it was most definitely yours and advanced potions was finally giving you the challenge you had been craving. Amortentia, your professor had said, is the strongest love potion in the world, thereby making it exceptionally difficult to brew. You already knew this of course as it had all been detailed in the days readings. Not only would it make someone obsessively in love, but it also had an addictive scent, changing to fit what one was most attracted to. Now that was all well and good until one was covered in it.

Originally, you figured that all would be fine. Enzo profusely apologized, quickly following up with a joke about how “at least you’ll smell nice for once.” But oh how right he’d been. It started with students accidentally bumping into you in the corridor as you went from class to class as they subconsciously leaned in to follow the alluring scent. A minor inconvenience you thought. (Although you did have to choose to ignore that third year almost getting impaled on a statue’s sword because he wasn’t paying attention after you passed.)

But then Cho and Marietta couldn’t stop leaning in to get a whiff of the scent all throughout the start of charms, causing Flitwick to continuously shoot concerned glances at the three of you. You eventually caved, moving quickly and silently to the back of the class room where Enzo was sat with the rest of the Slytherins. As soon as he saw you making your way over, he leaned over, whispering something in Daphne’s ear beside him. She gives you a quick look of knowing pity before moving into the empty seats usually claimed by Theodore and Matteo who were, unsurprisingly, still no where to be found.

“For what it’s worth, I really am sorry,” Enzo mumbles, at least having the decency to look embarrassed as you plop into the seat beside him.

“This is horrible! I did not need to know that Marietta’s amortentia smells like bloody Cormac McLaggen or whatever his name is,” you hiss in response.

Enzo lets out a quiet chuckle, sneaking a quick glance at your house mate.

“Hey,” he whispers after a moment, “What do you smell anyway? You must be going mad having that stuff all over you.”

You shoot a glare at your friend. You had a sinking feeling he already knew, considering he had been poking fun at you for weeks. You shudder remembering all those disgusting kissy faces Enzo had been making at you from across the library just last week. Bloody bastard was fishing for confirmation. Maybe if you ignore him, he’ll simply go away you think to yourself. Enzo however, takes your silence as an admission of guilt, a grin spreading across his face.

“I knew it. So tell me y/n, what does dear Theodore Nott smell like? Cigarette smoke? Hippogriff dung?” He snickers.

“He is my best friend, Lorenzo,” you whisper, giving the boy beside you another withering glare.

Enzo’s face falls at this.

“I’m your best friend.” He grumbles.

“I don’t know why. You’re mean to me,” you reply with exasperation.

He immediately perks up again at this, giving you a slight nudge.

“So I’m right? You do like Theo?” He asks excitedly.

“Enzo, I will avada you, and make it look like an accident,” you hiss in response.

“Come on, y/n, I’m your best friend, you have to tell me these things,” he pouts.

“Oh really? Like how you have to tell me about how you’re probably smelling Daphne’s shampoo right now? Or is it her lavender perfume?” You ask innocently, batting your lashes.

Enzo goes beet red at this, gesturing wildly at you to lower your voice.

“Hush woman! She’s right there!” He hisses.

You say nothing, only giving him a triumphant grin before turning back to Flitwick to try to salvage what few notes you’d been able to take down that lesson.

The final straw occurred during ancient runes when poor, unsuspecting Hermione sat down behind you and asked with a look of bewilderment if you had been showered with Draco’s cologne that morning. Her look of absolute horror only grew as you told her of your distressing situation. You thought she might faint when she realized that Draco had been within earshot and now had a shit eating grin on his face. With a sigh of defeat, you give Hermione an apologetic smile before deciding it was time to turn in the white flag of defeat.

You breathe a heavy sigh of relief as you finally come to a stop outside your common room door. You then frown, realizing you had in fact, made it to your common room door.

“What makes a raven like a writing desk?” The metallic voice of the Ravenclaw common room door asks, springing to life.

This putrid, skanky little-

“You wouldn’t want me to shove either of them up your ars-“

A low whistle catches your attention before you’re able to finish cursing out your common room’s door thoroughly.

“Whoa there feisty, let the eagle be,” Theo’s voice laughs as he steps into view.

The strong scent of roasted coffee beans and smoke that had been burning your nostrils all day hits you once again like a ton of bricks. Giving the eagle another withering glare, you turn your full attention to the looming threat approaching. You would sooner throw yourself off of the astronomy tower than let Theo know that your amortentia smelled like him. Someone had to keep the boy’s bloody ego in check.

“Full offense Theodore, I’ve had a horrendously awful day today, and I really don’t have time for whatever nonsense you’re about to start.” You say with a roll of your eyes as you cross your arms at the boy in front of you.

Theo laughs again, mirroring your movements as he leans against one of the pillars lining the halls.

“Poor principessa. Have a hard day in classes without me?” He asks with a smirk.

You scowl in response. It didn’t help that you had, in fact, missed the brunette’s comforting, albeit annoying, presence all day, but you weren’t about to admit that.

“Now that you mention it, I didn’t even realize you were missing. What snake hole did you slither off to today?” You ask, the lie sliding easily off your lips.

Theo cocks as eyebrow at that but leaves it be.

“Matteo wanted to ditch, had to baby sit. Make sure he didn’t get into too much trouble. You know how it goes,” Theo replied shrugging his shoulders. “And what’s a pretty little witch like yourself doing skiving off class?”

Theo takes another step forward.

“Don’t come closer!” You yelp before you can stop yourself. You had no interest knowing what Theo would smell if he got close enough. He frowns at you however.

“And why not?” He challenges, taking another step towards you. This boy really did not take well to being told what to do.

“I- I smell. Really bad. Had to leave class, I just- ya know, smelled, so bad” You splutter, mentally kicking yourself. Who says that in front of the guy they like? Why were you like this?

Theo’s thick brows shoot up at your declaration before he takes a final large step towards you and leans in, pressing his hand against your forehead before moving it down to feel your cheek.

“Y/n are you ill? Do you need to go see Madam Pomfrey? I can walk you there if you’d like.” He says, any bit of snark his voice previously held long gone.

“I’m fine Theodore, really.” you say, batting his hand away.

“Are you sure?” He asks, looking at you disbelievingly.

He leans in again and takes in a whiff of your scent and you immediately tense, freezing where you are. God damn it. His brows furrow.

“Y/n, you smell perfectly normal, maybe a bit stronger than usual, but definitely not bad.” He says, looking even more confused.

Before you’re able to fully process the words that just came out of Theo’s mouth, Enzo and Pansy come barreling down the hall towards the two of you in a fit of giggles.

“Y/n! y/n, you know I’m sorry, really I am, but if dousing you in amortentia is all it takes to get Draco and Granger to make complete fools of themselves in front of each other, I’d do it again!” Enzo exclaims between breathy laughs. “You haven’t seen ferret boy run past, by chance, by the way have you?

“Sorry, amor-what now?” Theo asks, blinking as he purses his lips.

You look between the three of your friends in alarm, praying no one mentioned anything after Theo had just announced that you smelled perfectly normal to him.

“Oh, you’re going to wish you were there! After you left, Draco was so pleased with himself. Looked like a kid on Christmas. Kept trying to flirt with Hermione until she finally sent a flock of doves to run him out of the classroom! Professor wasn’t too happy bout that one. Let us go early to find the blonde loon,” Enzo says, completely ignoring Theo’s question.

“I’m sorry, amor-WHAT?” Theo asks again, louder this time.

You feel yourself cringe.

“Amortentia.” Pansy snorts. “Do try and keep up Teddy.”

“This is what you get for always skiving off class with Matteo,” Enzo adds, nodding at the boy as if he were his disappointed mother.

“Mhmm. Enzo totally floozied over y/n’s potion this morning. Blew it up all over her and she’s been having people wander up to her to take a sniff all day.” Pansy tells him with a sniff.

Theo blinks again before slowly meeting your eyes as what he said only moments earlier begins to sink in. Pansy, ever the cunning witch, was lightening quick to catch on.

“Speaking of which, I am suddenly so interested in what exactly it is that you smell, dearest Teddy,” Pansy says as her eyes flicker between the two of you, a mischievous grin growing on her face.

Theo scowls at the nickname.

“Campfire.”

“Old parchment.” You say in unison.

Pansy smirks.

“Do you smell that Enzo?” She asks, making a show of sniffing the air around her. “I think I smell- a liar. Or two.”

Enzo only snickers as he eyes the both of you up. He knew exactly what you had been smelling all day and you begin to feel panic rise up in your chest. You send a menacing glare his way, daring him to open his mouth.

“Come on Pans, I don’t think Draco and Granger are the only ones who’ll be chatting up tonight,” he says finally.

Glaring at the pair’s disappearing backs, you once again turn slowly back to the problem at hand.

“Soo,” Theo starts at the same time you blurt out,

“This is entirely your fault.”

Theo’s mouth drops open, and he has the audacity to look offended.

“How do you figure mi amore?” He asks.

“You’re supposed to be my partner in potions, but you weren’t there today, so I had to work with,” you shudder, “Enzo.”

Rolling his eyes at your dramatics and giving you a small smile, Theo lets himself relax, leaning on the wall as he towers over you.

“Enzo isn’t so bad,” he says, slowly bringing a hand up to rest on your waist, gently moving you towards him. You pretend not to notice, taking a small, nervous step forward.

“He singed off Matteo’s eyebrows last year. The year before that, he didn’t realize there was a difference between fire flower and fired flour, and his potion melted through the floor. I heard a Puff call him Slytherin’s Seamus,” you retort. “Do you realize how bad you have to be at something to get made fun of by a Hufflepuff?” He snorts at that, cocking his head in agreement.

“Well I’m sorry alright? I’ll make it up to you.”

“You’ll have to. I have to go in again to remake the potion. Don’t want that bad mark on my grade.”

Theo only hums at this, as you’re finally standing nose to chest with him, forcing you to tilt your head up to still see his face.

“You really do smell nice,” he murmurs, pressing his nose lightly into your hair.

You make a face before nuzzling into his chest to hide the redness growing on your cheeks.

“I’m not talking about this in public. I simply refuse,” you say, trying to melt into him from pure embarrassment.

Theo looks down at you with a devilishly handsome grin before turning back to your long forgotten common room door.

“Hey, open up. She technically answered your little riddle earlier,” he tells the door.

The eagle grumbles something unintelligible as it starts to life again.

“I can always melt you down. I’m sure you’d make a great piss pot,” Theo threatens, going to pull out his wand.

The door swings open rather violently and you’re pretty sure you can hear a rather colorful string of curses come out of the eagle’s beak as you make your way inside. Having been there a thousand times before, Theo easily leads you to your shared, but thankfully empty, dorm room, closing the door behind you.

“You really don’t get along with that eagle, do you principessa?” He asks, throwing his shoes off and making himself comfortable on your bed like he usually did.

“Like you’re any better. You just threatened to turn it into a chamber pot,” you retort, falling easily back into your usual banter. This was fine. This was safe.

Theo only raises a brow at you.

“The blasted door is still mad at me for making a ur mum joke when it asked me if a chicken came before the egg in front of a bunch of second years.” You admit, letting your arms fall to your side.

Theo lets out a loud laugh at that shaking his head and extending his arm for you. You walk carefully towards the bed before hesitantly accepting his invitation. It’s not that cuddling with Theo was something unfamiliar to you, as much as you were hyper aware of the slightly awkward tension between the two of you that wasn’t usually there. You slide your shoes off as well before curling up next to him and laying your head on his chest. The two of you lay in silence and you slowly let your eyelids flutter shut, lost in the feeling of Theo’s chest rising and falling.

“You know. You still haven’t told me what your amortentia smells like,” Theo says, finally breaking the silence as he gently brings his hand up to run his fingers through your hair.

“Take a wild fucking guess,” you murmur, refusing to open your eyes and determined to get further lost in his warm touch.

He only hums in response, continuing to comb his fingers through the soft locks of hair.

“You know when Enzo asked me if I smelled you today, he thought you’d smell like hippogriff dung,” you say eventually.

“Fucking tosser. What did that git smell? Wild lavender?”

“And Daphne’s shampoo.”

You feel Theo snort as if he expected no less of your ever romantic best friend. Silence once again rolls over the both of you as you absentmindedly play with the edge of his shirt, rolling the soft fabric between your fingers nervously. The quiet begins to feel suffocating, so you open your mouth to speak, but Theo beats you to it.

“Champagne. And that perfume you always use. With the little white flowers. Lilies of the valley, right?” Theo says.

You open your eyes to look at him in confusion.

“That’s what you smell like.” He says, carefully running his hand down your spine, sending a shiver through you.

“I smell roasted coffee. And smoke. Not the fire-y kind though. The kind that sticks to your clothes cause you refuse to quit smoking.” You respond, looking into his eyes warily for his reaction.

Theo only smirks in response, a cocky grin spreading across his face.

“Aw mi amore, I’m what you’re most attracted to?” He asks, the teasing bait evident in his voice.

You feel heat rise to your cheeks as Theo gazed intently down at you in his arms.

“Shut up Theodore. You sure know how to ruin a moment,” you say, once again burying your face in a chest.

You feel his chest rumble with laughter before his hand snakes it way up to your chin, tilting your head up and capturing your lips with his. His lips are softer than you imagined as he moves them gently against yours. You let a soft gasp escape and Theo pulls you closer, gripping your waste tightly, and shifting you on top of him, deepening the kiss until you’re both left gasping for air.

“Was that more of what you had in mind amore?” He asks with an innocent smile, looking up at you with what you could only describe as his best baby seal eyes.

“I mean, you were definitely significantly more shirtless when I imagined it, but I can settle.” You joke.

Theo’s eyes darken however, and he lifts you as if you weigh nothing, flipping you over so that he now hovered above you, your back pinned against the bed beneath you. With one swift movement, Theo pulls his shirt up and over his head before lowering himself back down, his chest now pressed against yours.

“Better?”

You can’t help but laugh at the boy’s determination as your eyes shamelessly take in the lean muscle and tanned skin that was current above you.

“Theodore, as much as I enjoy this, you have to put your clothes on. Cho or Marietta could walk in at any time,” you tell him as you begin to make soft circles across his waist line with your thumbs, admiring the boy in front of you.

“Mm. You mouth is saying one thing, but these,” he says, placing his hands over yours, “are saying something else entirely.”

You roll your eyes, pulling your hands out from under his and handing him his discarded shirt.

“One kiss?” He asks, looking at the shirt as if it had mortally offended him.

“One kiss.”

He leans down, once again capturing your lips with his, but with more intensity this time. You feel one of his hands brush your waist as his thumb pushes up under your shirt, the rest of his hand following soon after, gripping tightly at the warm skin beneath. You let out a breathy moan when he flicks his tongue across your bottom lip, and he takes it as an invitation to let his tongue explore the rest of your mouth.

An awkward cough shakes you from the haze and you look up, over Theo’s shoulder to see Cho standing guiltily in the doorway.

“Sorry,” she says, looking literally anywhere but you and the shirtless boy above you. “Bad time?”

You cover your eyes in embarrassment, feeling heat once again rush to your cheeks.

“What did I tell you!” You groan, letting your head fall back onto your mound of pillows. Meanwhile Theo has a much too self satisfied grin across his face.

[luvyeni]

SEX FASHION GUITAR — JAEMIN SMAU MASTERLIST

𐙚 pairings. rockstar!jaemin x stylist!reader

✧ genre. rockstar!au, fwb!au crack/humor, fluff, angst college au ( ? ), mutual pining

warnings. swearing, death jokes, eventual smut, jaemin is a fuckboy highkey, will add more if needed

synopsis. l/n y/n fashion major and photographer on the side who says what she wants, na jaemin music major and lead guitar player for underground band DREAM. After yn forgets her to change her account and says something that catches the eye of jaemin she tries to ignore him — expect thanks to chenle she now works for them.

characters. l/n y/n, na jaemin, 7dream, sieun ( stayc ) winter ( aespa ) ft. hanbin ( zb1 )

started. 04-01-2024

ended. 04-22-2022

authors note. been working on this for a minute and i can't wait for you guys to read it❤️

let me know if you want to be added !

( 🩶 ) ... LET'S PLAY !

0.) PROFILES

1.) nightmare fuel ...

2.) will you do it ? ...

3.) fuck elon musk ...

4.) not that bad 😆 ...

5.) down a peg ...

6.) fitting day📍...

7.) unfair treatment ...

8.) he's unsaveable ...

9.) 5 minutes until show time ... ( written )

10.) not to your face , no ...

11.) no need to fight it ...

12.) next time ... ( written )

13.) stay the night ...

14.) that random dude ...

15.) throwing me off 😐...

16.) how far are you willing to go ...

17.) nice guy ...

18.) bowling with hanbin ...

19.) maybe it's time ...

20.) let's end it ...

21.) hostility in the chat 😬 ...

22.) spiraling ...

23.) new york ...

24.) im sorry ... ( written ) ...

25.) best non-confirmed boyfriend ever ...

26.) y/n is better ...

27.) debut day ( im sorry pt 2. ) ...

28.) release party ...

29.) number 1 ! ...

30.) people really like us ...

31.) rumored ...

32.) next week ...

33.) music show ...

34.) so happy ...

35.) disney ass outfit ...

36.) he's mine ...

BONUS CHAPTERS !

1.) jaemin not having media training ...

2.) dreams first award ...

3.) the girls vs jaeminslvt ...

©️LUVYENI

[hotteoki]

playing with skz’s hair

warnings : one or two swear words

©️ hotteoki | do not repost

chan (방찬)

you were both on your shared bed, him sitting up facing away from you, focusing on his laptop; you laying down, head resting on your pillows beside him, phone in hand and looking up to stare mindlessly at his back every now and then, contemplating if you should ask what you were about to ask. “hey channie?” you reached up to poked his side. he hummed in question, eyes not straying away from the screen.

“can i tie your hair up?” chan laughed, caught off guard, “what?” he emphasised his point by turning his body slightly to look down oddly at you. you sat up, scooting forward until you parallel to him. placing your chin on his shoulder, you shook his arm gently, “please? i’m bored.” he pretended to think for a few minutes, “alright, but you’re not allowed to take any pictures.”

you nodded happily, stretching over to snatch a hair tie from your bed side table and realigning your body until you can see his face properly without blocking his view. staring at his concentration expression for a few seconds, you wondered how you were going to pull this off.

finally deciding on a look, you placed a chaste kiss on his cheek, his blush motivating you to get to work. bunching up a section of the hair laid on top of his forehead, you collected them to a smaller section right behind it to ensure his hair would stand after you’ve tied it, instead of flopping back down. lowering your hands and grinning to yourself at your handiwork, you tried to sneak in your phone to take a picture of the adorable state chan was in right now.

“i said no,” he gave a pointed look. “but you look so funny right now! i want this as my wallpaper so i can look at it every day,” you put on the sweetest smile you could muster. chan’s melted heart had practical evaporated by then. the thought of him being the reason of smiling down at your phone each time you pick it up. sighing, he posed until he heard the snap shutter. the things he’d do for you.

minho (민호)

you were both watching howl’s moving castle on the tv in your shared bedroom. you were sat with your back against the headboard, minho in between your legs, head leaning back to rest against your chest. dori slept peacefully on his lap, letting out contented purrs from minho’s soft strokes.

it was an absent-minded action at first. you had picked up a small piece of his hair, rubbing it in between your fingers and making it stand up straight. you hadn’t even noticed until fifteen minutes later or so, when you reached to fiddle with his hair again.

holding in your giggles, you repeated the movement several times around his head, doing it as slowly as possible so minho wouldn’t notice. by the time the movie had finished and dori had padded away with an attitude over no petting being received, minho’s hair made him look like a hedgehog. you resisted the urge to coo at him, he looked so cute!

his steady breathing confirmed your suspicions of him being asleep. using this amazing opportunity, you reached your arms around his body until your phone, currently in selfie mode, showed your giddy smile and his calm, sleeping face. you had forgotten your phone wasn’t in silent mode; you hadn’t want to miss important work messages while you were matching the movie.

the loud shutter went off and minho stirred awake. “did you just take a picture of me?” he turned his head to stare at you accusingly, eyes blinking away the sleep. “maybe,” you grinned. his tired state could barely process the entire thing. minho nudged for you to lay down properly on the bed.

after you did so, he twisted his body fully until his entire body weight was flopped on top of you. “they better be good photos,” he mumbled, too exhausted to argue with you. it didn’t matter though, because when he picks up your phone tomorrow and sees that very picture as your wallpaper, a reaction will be pulled out of him.

…

“yah! what is this picture!” you knew him too well.

changbin (창빈)

changbin’s natural curls were one of the sole reasons why you’re living. he looked heavenly with his black shirt and matching shorts, sitting on a nearby bench, scrolling on his phone, exhausted from his long workout, which led you to walking up from behind him, leaning down to wrap your arms around his torso.

this wasn't an unusual thing for you to do, so changbin responded as he normally does: take one of your hands and press a chaste kiss to the back of it. you eyed his phone as he scrolled through tiktok, coming across an edit of stray kids mistreating skzoo (hint for an upcoming work in progress 👀). an idea sprung in your mind out of nowhere, and you waited for the right moment to act on it.

after holding and drawing circles to your palm for a while, he kissed the back of your hand again and relaxed his grip, a subtle way of saying 'you can go if you want'. you carefully slid your hands up to his hair, carding through his curls. another regular action. nothing out of the ordinary so far.

it was until you bunched a section of his hair, tying it firmly with your spare hair ties from your wrist on the left side of his head, that he let out a laugh, switching his phone off, “babe, what are you doing?” “one second,” you pursed your lips in focus. “alright, alright, sorry,” changbin chuckled, patiently waiting.

you repeated this on his right side, creating two pigtails at the very top of his head. you tried to resist a snort, failing and catching changbin’s attention. “what?” he demanded, turning around. “you look just like dwaekki!” you laughed, hugging his body again in cuteness agression. he only shook his head, returning to his phone with a smirk on his face.

hyunjin (현진)

you watched as your boyfriend and the rest of the group practice the choreography of god’s menu. the way he moved was so captivating and that made it extremely hard for you to look away. you smiled brightly as hyunjin made his way towards you, slumping on the floor next to you. soon, he manoeuvred his body until he could comfortably lay his head in your lap, which was what he did.

after using almost every app on your phone, you grew bored. seeing as hyunjin was here, you busied yourself by braiding little sections of his smooth hair. “what are you doing?” he asked in between laughs, confused as to why you were tugging on his hair. “making you pretty,” you responded simply, leaning down to kiss the pout on his lips when you said that.

“what’s wrong?” you teased, now working on a second braid. hyunjin huffed, “my girlfriend doesn’t think i’m pretty anymore.” “you know that’s not what i meant,” you chastised fondly, booping his nose as he scrunched it up, “i’m making you even more prettier than you already are, if that’s even possible.” you added the last bit just in case he began whining about him not being pretty enough.

he seemed satisfied with that answer, and left you to play with his hair. “done!” you cheerfully tapped his forehead, pleased with your work. hyunjin sat up, checking the mirror wall you were leaning against. he covered his hands with his mouth dramatically, gasping. he tackled you to the floor, kissing your face all over, “you made me the prettiest in the world! i didn’t even think that was possible!” oh, hyunjin.

jisung (지성)

jisung was minding his own business, going on his phone, leaning back comfortably against his gaming chair. you had been sitting in your spot on the couch for over half an hour, bored out of your mind. deciding to do something about it, you stood up and walked over to him, perching yourself comfortably on his lap, one leg of either side of him hanging off the gaming chair he was sitting on.

he nearly dropped his phone from the shock, confused as to why you had decided to randomly cling onto him. it wasn’t absolutely unusual, but you normally would spring into conversation as soon as possible. jisung didn’t say anything, if you want to speak, you would. although he had the cutest intentions, he was wrong. you weren’t particularly sad about anything, you were just up to no good.

you had bought a packet of tiny colourful butterfly clips, being inspired by hyunjin’s selfies on twitter. pulling them out of your pocket, you began your work, clipping away jisung’s soft hair. “jagiya, what are you doing?” he asked, laughing. he didn’t really expect a response, it was more of a rhetorical question, and this was proven right through your simple hum in reply.

“done! you look so cute, ji!” you squished his cheeks lightly, kissing him hastily. jisung’s head was littered with bursts of colour, making him look a bit like a mythical creature. he giggled with you, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling into your shoulder. rest assured a polaroid was taken and slipped into your phone case.

felix (용복)

if he ever said anything about hating his hair being tied up, it’s a huge fucking lie. felix was having way too much fun in his live with seungmin and jeongin, it was hard to take the little pigtails seriously. you decided you needed an actual, real life picture of his hairstyle, and continuously bugged him about it.

“please! you looked so adorable!” you chased after him around the dorm, colourful hair bands wrapped around your wrist, only slightly cutting your blood circulation. “no!” felix screamed in reply, his cute, heavy australian accent only making you more eager to accomplish your mission.

“oh for the love of- yongbok just get your hair tied up and get it over with! you two are giving me a headache!” minho yelled, causing you and felix to skid to a stop. you both smiled sheepishly, and felix turned around, dragging his feet back to you. you grinned, pointing at him to take a seat on one of the stools next to the kitchen island.

standing behind him and bending over slightly to kiss his fake pout, you easily recreated his iconic look. almost immediately, felix began swinging his head side by side, flapping the loose pigtails around and giggling. “sit still!” you commanded mid laughing, holding up your phone to take a selfie. he obliged, giving a derpy smile in the photo. “send that to the group chat!” “minho!”

seungmin (승민)

“no.” “but why-” “no.” “but you’d-” “no!” you slumped back in your spot on the couch. poking seungmin’s shoulder consistently, you forced him to pause the netflix show and sighing exasperatedly, turning his head to your awaiting eyes. “please! i’ll buy you anything you want from the convenience store,” you plastered on your best smile.

“no,” seungmin made sure to drag the word out, he was determined to not give in to your pleas of hairspraying his pink bangs and making them curl up, standing and sticking together. “you never know until you try,” you shrugged your shoulders playfully, still poking his shoulder. he grabbed your face with both hands, letting out a sound that was a mixture of a growl and laugh, secretly melting at your judgemental stare. “on second thoughts, maybe i don’t want to be near you.”

seungmin pretended to push you away, rolling his eyes, “fine, but this will never happen again.” he almost gave himself away when he saw the gleam in your eyes; you were so fucking adorable. after several ‘are you done yet?’ and ‘this is such a compromising position’, you were finished. leaning back to look at your work, you bursted out laughing, “you just look like jyp himself!”

seungmin held back a series of remarks, his face flushed with embarrassment, “i hate you.” you calmed down slightly, still giggling, “and i love you too.” placing your hands on either side of his face, you kissed him as forgiveness. he sighed, accepting his fate and kissed you back.

jeongin (정인)

you had finally managed to convince jeongin to take a nap and rest his eyes after gaming on his phone for over 5 hours consecutively. it was meant to be a day off for all the members as a reward for a successful comeback. however, jeongin went a little stir-crazy with the free time.

knowing he would execute any stupid ideas that came into his mind when unsupervised, a perfect example being him drinking 25 cans of energy drinks live, you had made sure to keep an eye on him the whole day, which was how you noticed that he was clearly exhausted, but refused to sleep from the intensity of his game.

letting him finish off the final round, you had told jeongin to switch his phone off and take a nap, and he had happily agreed with no protests given his tired state. taking a seat next to him on the couch and allowing his feet to rest on your lap so he could lay horizontally in a comfortable position. realising his growing hair was tickling his forehead and causing him to stir awake every now and then, you pulled your spare hair band from your wrist and tied his bangs together.

his sleeping form breathed steadily and that's when you knew jeongin had fallen into deep slumber. silently gushing at his precious form, you retrieved his phone from his loose grip, snapping a picture and sending it to the bubble community. almost immediately, the chat went wild. smiling to yourself, you reached over to intertwine your hands with jeongin's large ones, cherishing this moment.

[glossysoap]

ready to comply masterlist ; ghoap x winter soldier! reader. beginning april 2023

я готов отвечать or ready to comply, is the phrase you speak after being programmed into HYDRAs weapon.

warnings/tags for series: field surgeon/medic! reader turned winter soldier! reader, not actually unrequited love, misunderstandings, poly, crushes, angst, gore, dismemberment/amputation, torture, mentions of sterilization (but sex/gender not confirmed), red room typical misogyny, violence, sex, hallucinations, murder. more to be added.

pairing: ghoap, and poly ghost x reader x soap.

note: reader is referred to as “y/n” only when necessary as they don’t have a call sign yet. when they do have a call sign, i’ll be using that. but it doesn’t take away from the fic, don’t worry.

any chapters as well as thoughts/drabbles/headcanons in relation to this fic will be found in the “#glossywrites; ready to comply⛓️” tag on my blog.

* this fic is NOT abandoned. *

preview : posted april 12, 2023

the piece that started it all, a ghoap x reader version of the iconic “who the hell is bucky?” scene.

prologue : posted april 28, 2023

you are taken by hydra.

chapter 1; captivity : posted may 8, 2023

retelling of your capture, and the aftermath.

chapter 2; missing in action : posted may 15, 2023

you are reported as missing in action.

chapter 3; dismantled : posted may 22, 2023

you are tortured.

chapter 4; irreparable : posted june 2, 2023

aftermath of you being reported as missing in action. and the continuation of being held captive.

chapter 5; isolation : posted june 12, 2023

the hallucinations start.

chapter 6; ready to comply : posted june 16, 2023

you’re made to forget.

chapter 7; longing : posted july 1, 2023

the task force mourns you.

chapter 8; rusted : posted july 17, 2023

you come face to face with the winter soldier.

chapter 9; fruits of my labor : posted july 26, 2023

reveal of the redhead who captured you.

chapter 10; conditioning : posted august 23, 2023

you fight the winter soldier.

chapter 11; paramnesia : posted october 29, 2023

an angsty glimpse at the parallels between you vs ghost and soap.

chapter 12

moodboards:

headcanons:

poly ghoap/winter soldier!reader

post hydra hc // stray hc

meeting stray + on the run with stray

reader getting captured by hydra again

ghoap x winter soldier!reader intimacy thoughts

clingy/obsessive ghoap // post hydra separation anxiety

drabbles:

if these are canon to the og fic, it will be mentioned in the authors notes of the drabble

serial number

déjà vu

all an illusion

missed chances

till they put their brain back in a blender

fifteen minutes

reactivation

revelations

dead body au thread + cremation addition

time skip au side route:

what if?

©️ glossysoap 2024. please do not steal, copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost any of my works without my permission. do not steal any elements of my theme without permission.

[writingforstraykids]

Always back to you - Pt.6

Pairing: Minho x male!Reader

Word Count: 3477

Summary: Minho and you spend your first night together. The next morning you accompany him to pick up Minjun. Feeling like a part of their family gets easier with each day as they show you how much they love you.

Warnings/Tags: bottom!reader, top!min, smut, fluff, domestic shit, found family

A/N: We've unofficially reached the end but please, if there's anything you'd like me to write for this story please let me know! Little Minjun has grown close to my heart🖤 So if you'd be interested in anything even a little further in their life (first day at school, first visit at Minho's parents', bits of Chanlix being Minjun's uncles, more Min x Ynnie bits etc.) please let me know in the comments or send in an ask🖤🖤

PART FIVE

do not repost, translate, or plagiarize my works in any way here or on other platforms. ©️writingforstraykids 2024 -

Minho’s touch is skilled, a perfect blend of tender and assured, driven by his desire to bring you comfort and pleasure. His eyes never leave yours, seeking confirmation and encouragement, his own desire mirrored in the deepening blush of your cheeks.

“Is this okay?” he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion. His fingertips trace patterns along the waistband of your trousers that leave you breathless.

“More than okay,” you manage to reply, your voice a whisper caught between sighs. The room fills with the sound of your intertwined breaths, a testament to the closeness that both of you cherish.

Minho’s movements become more purposeful. His free hand cradles your face, his thumb caressing your jawline as he watches the effects of his actions reflected in your expressions. The world narrows down to the shifting shadows cast by the dim light, the soft bedding beneath you, and the man who has come to mean so much. He has barely touched you, and you’re already melting into a puddle. How the hell would you survive this?

Your clothes slowly meet the floor, and your breath hitches at the sight of him in only his boxers. You've seen him changing clothes often before but not like this, not with the promise of so much more. 

As Minho’s touch becomes a dance of desire and adoration, his lips press tender kisses across the expanse of your bare shoulder, moving slowly with a deliberate tenderness that sends shivers cascading down your spine. Each kiss is a note played on the very strings of your soul, coaxing a harmonious melody that resonates with the heat building within the depths of your being.

"Is this okay?" he whispers again, his breath warm against the curve of your neck, his voice roughened with the weight of his need yet threaded with an underlying current of concern for your comfort. You nod, incapable of forming words, your heart pounding a fierce rhythm against your ribs. His lips trail higher, exploring the line of your jaw before capturing your mouth in a kiss filled with promises and whispers of the night yet to unfold.

Encouraged by your response, Minho's hands become more assured, mapping the contours of your body with a reverence that speaks of deep-seated desire tinged with awe. His fingertips glide over your skin, tracing the rise and fall of each breath, the soft valleys, and the delicate peaks, learning the texture and warmth of you. Each touch is a word in the language only the two of you speak, a language of sighs, touches, and looks that bind and weave your desires together.

His gaze never strays from yours, dark eyes locked onto the expressions flitting across your face. He reads each one, seeking affirmation and delving deeper into the shared pool of rising passion. The air between you thickens with unsaid words and the tangible presence of your mutual longing. Every caress, every kiss, is a step deeper into the realm where only you and Minho exist, suspended in a cocoon of warmth and soft light.

"You're beautiful," he murmurs, voice laden with emotion, as his hands wander with more purpose, his touch sparking fires along paths previously untouched. The room fades away, the world beyond the soft, dim confines of your shared space ceasing to exist. There's only the feel of his skin against yours, the taste of his kisses, and the sound of your combined breaths, a symphony of intimate connection.

Minho’s movements grow more confident, each touch and kiss a stroke of artistry from a lover skilled in the nuances of pleasure. His lips worship your skin, setting every nerve alight with anticipation and yearning for the crescendo you both know is yet to come.

With each moment, you guide his hands, showing him the places where your body sings at the slightest touch, instructing him through whispered breaths and gentle nudges. He kisses you deeply as he pours some lube into his hand, reaching down between your bodies and letting you guide him. You bite your lower lip hard as his fingers trace their way down to your hole, moaning quietly as he pushes one finger inside. Minho watches your face in awe as he works you open with his fingers, slowly stretching you out for more.

“Minho,” you moan softly, biting your lower lip hard. Your voice carries a mix of need and pleasure, and he responds with a look of pure adoration. He presses a kiss to your forehead, his fingers still working with meticulous care and increasing fervor.

“You’re doing so well,” he murmurs, his voice a soothing balm to the electrifying sensations coursing through you. His praise makes your heart flutter, and you feel a surge of confidence and comfort in his touch.

His fingers continue their gentle yet insistent exploration, and you can feel the tension within you building to an almost unbearable point. The room is filled with the sounds of your mutual breaths, soft gasps, and whispered names, creating an intimate symphony that pulls you closer together.

Minho’s other hand remains on your face, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone as he leans down to kiss you again, this time with a fierceness that leaves you breathless. You arch into him, your body seeking his with an urgency that mirrors the fire in his eyes.

As he carefully adds another finger, you gasp into his mouth, the sensation a perfect blend of fullness and stretch. He takes his time, ensuring you are comfortable and well-prepared; every movement a testament to his care and dedication.

When he finally deems you ready, he withdraws his fingers slowly, leaving you with a sense of loss that is quickly replaced by anticipation. He shifts, positioning himself between your legs, his eyes never leaving yours, silently asking for permission and reassurance.

You nod, the gesture small but filled with all the trust and desire you hold for him. He smiles softly, pressing a kiss to your knee before lining himself up. The initial push is slow and steady, Minho’s face etched with concentration as he moves carefully, allowing you to adjust to the sensation.

Your hands grip his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as you gasp at the fullness, the delicious stretch that borders on too much but never quite crosses the line. He pauses, giving you time to acclimate, his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort.

“You’re perfect,” he breathes, his voice barely more than a whisper. The sincerity in his words wraps around you like a warm blanket, and you relax, opening up to him even more.

With each gentle thrust, Minho pushes deeper, his movements slow and deliberate, ensuring that every moment is filled with pleasure and connection. The two of you move in harmony, a dance of bodies and hearts that transcends the physical.

As the rhythm between you builds, the intensity grows, and soon, you are both lost in a haze of pleasure, the world outside disappearing entirely. The sound of your combined moans and gasps fills the room, a symphony of shared ecstasy that binds you closer with every passing second. Minho's hands find yours, fingers intertwining, grounding you in this moment of pure connection.

His thrusts grow more confident, each one driving you higher, and you meet him with equal fervor, your bodies moving in perfect sync. The sensation of his skin against yours, the heat and friction, sends shivers down your spine, and you feel yourself drawing closer to the edge with each movement.

“Minho,” you whisper his name like a prayer, your voice laced with longing and love. He responds with a deep, soulful kiss, his lips capturing yours with a tenderness that speaks volumes. The world narrows down to this single point of connection, the ebb and flow of your bodies, the raw intensity of your shared desire.

As the pleasure builds to a crescendo, you cling to him, your nails digging into his back as you feel the wave of release approaching. He senses it too, his movements becoming more urgent, more deliberate, driving you both towards that inevitable peak.

“Let go,” he murmurs against your lips, his voice hoarse with his own need. “I’m here. Let go.”

With those words, you surrender completely, the world around you dissolving into a blinding rush of sensation as you finally tip over the edge. Your release crashes over you like a tidal wave, pulling you under, and you cry out his name, the sound echoing in the intimate space of your room.

Minho follows you into that abyss of pleasure, his own climax hitting him hard. He holds you tight, his face buried in the crook of your neck, his body shuddering with the force of his release. The two of you remain entwined, riding out the aftershocks together, your breaths mingling in the heady aftermath.

Slowly, the world begins to come back into focus, and you find yourself cradled in Minho’s arms, his body still pressed close to yours. He presses soft, lingering kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, your lips, a silent promise of love and devotion.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice soft and full of concern. His eyes search yours, seeking any sign of discomfort or regret.

You smile, a warm, contented feeling spreading through you. “More than okay,” you reply, your voice filled with the quiet satisfaction of having shared something profound and beautiful with him.

He smiles back, his eyes shining with love and relief. “Good,” he says, pressing another kiss to your lips. “Because I love you. So much.”

“I love you too, Minho,” you whisper, the words carrying all the depth of your feelings for him. The two of you lie there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside forgotten in the glow of your shared intimacy.

In that moment, there is only you and Minho, bound together by love, trust, and the unspoken promise of many more moments like this to come.

-

The next morning arrives with a soft glow filtering through the curtains, casting a warm light across the room. Minho stretches beside you, his arm instinctively reaching out to pull you closer. You both share a few moments of quiet intimacy before the responsibilities of the day pull you from the comfort of the bed.

After getting ready, you both head out to pick up Minjun from the studio. The drive is filled with soft music and easy conversation, the previous night's closeness still lingering in the air between you.

Upon arriving at the studio, you find Chan sitting on a couch with Minjun comfortably settled on his lap. Minjun is wearing a baby chicken sweater, the hood pulled up over his head, which you recognize as a gift from Felix, he showed you a few days ago. His small form is nestled against Chan, who is gently talking to him.

Minho smiles at the sight, his heart swelling with affection. He approaches quietly, not wanting to disturb the serene moment. "Morning, Channie," he greets softly, his eyes twinkling with warmth.

Chan looks up, a grin spreading across his face. "Morning, Min. Hey, Y/n," he adds, nodding towards you. Minjun's head perks up at the sound of his father's voice, and a wide smile spreads across his face.

"Daddy!" Minjun exclaims, scrambling off Chan's lap and running towards Minho. Minho crouches down, catching his son in a tight hug.

"Hey, buddy," Minho says, his voice filled with love. "Did you have a good time with Uncle Chan and Uncle Felix?"

Minjun nods enthusiastically. "Yes! We had so much fun! Look at my sweater!" He points proudly to the baby chicken sweater, the hood adorably framing his face.

Minho chuckles, ruffling Minjun's hair. "You look great, buddy. Uncle Felix has good taste."

Felix enters the room just then, carrying a tray of drinks. "Did I hear my name?" he asks with a playful smirk.

"Yeah, we were just admiring your choice in sweaters," Minho replies with a grin.

Felix laughs, setting the tray down and handing out drinks. "Well, Minjun makes everything look good."

As the adults settle into a comfortable conversation, Minjun crawls back onto Chan's lap, content to be surrounded by his family. The room is filled with warmth and laughter, a testament to the strong bonds that have formed among all of you.

After a while, Minho glances at you, his eyes softening. "Ready to head home, love?"

You nod, smiling at the sight of Minjun snuggled up with Chan. "Yeah, let's go."

Minho gently lifts Minjun from Chan's lap, the boy wrapping his arms around his father's neck. "Say bye-bye," Minho prompts.

"Bye, Uncle Chan! Bye, Uncle Felix!" Minjun says, waving happily.

"Bye, Minjun. We'll see you soon," Chan replies with a smile.

Felix ruffles Minjun's hair one last time. "Take care, little buddy."

As you walk out of the studio, Minjun babbling happily about his sleepover, you can't help but feel a deep sense of contentment. The challenges and uncertainties that once seemed so daunting now feel manageable with Minho and Minjun by your side. The morning sun shines brightly, promising a future filled with love and togetherness. 

-

Minho's long day at work ended as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the city. He arrived home exhausted, his shoulders sagging with the weight of the day's stress. The moment he walked through the door, his eyes lit up upon seeing you. Without a word, he dropped his bag and strode towards you, a tired but affectionate smile playing on his lips.

You opened your arms, and Minho immediately straddled your lap, his forehead pressing against yours. "Hey," he murmured, his voice heavy with fatigue. His back ached from hours of sitting and working, and you could see the weariness etched into his features.

"Hey," you replied softly, your hands automatically finding their way to his back. You started to massage his stiff muscles, your fingers kneading the knots that had formed over the course of the day. Minho let out a quiet moan, his head falling onto your shoulder as he relaxed into your touch.

"That feels so good," he whispered, his breath warm against your neck. You continued to work on his back, your movements slow and deliberate, aiming to provide as much relief as possible. The room was silent except for the soft sounds of Minho's contentment and the steady rhythm of your breathing.

Minho's body gradually became heavier against yours, and you realized he was falling asleep. His quiet moans turned into soft, rhythmic breaths as he succumbed to his exhaustion. You smiled, feeling a sense of fulfillment in being able to comfort him after his long day.

Not long after, you heard the sound of small footsteps padding across the floor. Minjun, your little boy, appeared from his room, clutching his favorite stuffed animal. His eyes widened when he saw his father asleep on your lap, and a look of curiosity crossed his face.

"Daddy's sleepy?" Minjun asked in a hushed voice, his gaze shifting from Minho to you.

"Yes, he had a long day at work," you explained softly. "Come here, sweetheart."

Minjun climbed onto the couch, nestling himself against your side. You wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close. Minho's head remained on your shoulder, his breathing even and peaceful. Minjun snuggled closer, resting his head on your chest. The three of you sat there, a picture of familial warmth and love.

Time seemed to stand still as you held both of them, your heart swelling with affection. Eventually, you knew you had to move. Gently, you shifted Minho's weight, careful not to wake him. You managed to stand up, cradling Minho in your arms. He stirred slightly, mumbling something incoherent before settling back into sleep. “Come on, buddy.”

You carried him to your bedroom, laying him down on the bed with as much care as possible. Just as you were about to step back, Minho's arms shot out, pulling you down onto the bed beside him. He was still half-asleep, but his grip was surprisingly strong.

"Stay," he murmured, his voice thick with sleep. "Need you here."

You chuckled softly, unable to resist his sleepy plea. "Alright, I'm here."

Minho's hold on you loosened slightly, but he kept you close, his body seeking the comfort of your presence even in sleep. You snuggled into him, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest against your back. His warmth enveloped you, and you felt a deep sense of contentment.

Minjun followed you into the bedroom, his small figure climbing onto the bed and curling up next to Minho. You reached out, gently running your fingers through Minjun's hair. The room was filled with the soft sounds of your family breathing in sync, a harmonious lullaby that soothed your soul.

In the quiet moments that followed, you found yourself reflecting on the journey that had brought you here. The challenges and triumphs, the moments of doubt and the unwavering love that had seen you through it all. With Minho and Minjun by your side, you felt a sense of completeness that words couldn't adequately capture.

As the night deepened, you found yourself drifting off to sleep, cocooned in the warmth of your family's embrace. Minho's soft snores, Minjun's gentle breaths, and the steady beat of your own heart formed a symphony of love and tranquility.

The next morning, you awoke to the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains. Minho was still asleep, his face peaceful and serene. Minjun was nestled against him, their breaths synchronized in a tender display of father-son bonding.

Careful not to disturb them, you slipped out of bed and made your way to the kitchen. You began preparing breakfast, the familiar routine grounding you in the comforting rhythms of domestic life. As you cooked, you couldn't help but smile at the thought of waking up your sleepy boys with the aroma of a delicious meal.

Soon, the smell of freshly cooked pancakes filled the air, and you heard the sound of tiny feet padding towards the kitchen. Minjun appeared, his hair tousled from sleep, a sleepy smile on his face.

"Good morning, Mummy," he greeted, rubbing his eyes.

"Good morning, sweetheart," you replied giggling, bending down to kiss the top of his head. "Did you sleep well?"

Minjun nodded, his eyes brightening at the sight of the pancakes. "Pancakes!"

You chuckled, ruffling his hair. "Yes, pancakes. Go wake up Daddy, okay?"

Minjun nodded enthusiastically and ran back to the bedroom. A few moments later, you heard the sound of Minho's groggy voice and Minjun's excited chatter. Soon, they both emerged, Minho looking slightly more awake, though still adorably tousled from sleep.

"Morning," Minho mumbled, wrapping an arm around your waist and kissing your cheek.

"Morning," you replied, smiling up at him. "Breakfast is ready."

The three of you sat down at the table, the atmosphere filled with warmth and love. Minjun babbled about his dreams and his plans for the day, his excitement infectious. Minho listened with a fond smile, occasionally glancing at you with a look of deep appreciation.

As the day unfolded, you found yourself lost in the simple joys of family life. Minho's presence was a constant source of comfort, his touch and words reassuring you that you were exactly where you belonged. Minjun's laughter echoed through the house, a reminder of the innocence and pure joy that children bring.

In the evening, as the sun set and the world outside grew quiet, you found yourself once again wrapped in Minho's embrace. This time, it was you who sought his comfort, resting your head on his chest as he held you close. Minjun was already asleep in his room, his dreams guarded by the love that surrounded him.

Minho's fingers traced soothing patterns on your back, his touch a silent promise of unwavering support. "I love you," he whispered, his voice soft and filled with emotion.

"I love you too," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

In that moment, everything felt perfect. The love you shared with Minho, the bond with Minjun, and the simple yet profound joy of being together. It was a reminder that no matter the challenges that lay ahead, you would face them together, bound by the strength of your love and the promise of a future filled with endless possibilities.

And so, as you drifted off to sleep in Minho's arms, you carried with you the knowledge that you were truly blessed. For in the quiet moments of connection, in the laughter and the tears, you had found a love that was pure and enduring. A love that would see you through all of life's twists and turns, and a love that would always bring you back home.

PART FIVE

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tentative title: hung hyung

Permanent 🔞 Ecstasy

MDNI

gif ©️ me! believe it or not 😭

pairing: Intak (P1H) x male reader (dynamic up to individual interpretation tbh)

author’s notes: I am currently miles away from my comfort zone… I don’t think I've written MxM anything in around 10 years 👀😀. However, I made a vow to myself that I'd write a thing for my Intak-biased bestie whose birthday is this week. On top of that, last week we saw Piwon for the 3rd time, and this title is from Victoria Monét's "On My Mama" which Intak covered so deliciously. 🤭 There is an alluding to pup!Intak that’s been all the rage here recently – if you squint.

content warnings: profanity, semi-public blowjob (reader received)

Your friend has the midas touch, and you swear by that, as you enter into the dressing room backstage per said friend’s invitation. You expected to see all the members shuffling around to get ready for the show. However, you only see Intak rise up from his seat already dressed as the door opens, politely greeting you with that big smile of his.

You were not complaining in the slightest as THE Hwang Intak confirms your name that was given to him by word of mouth. “It’s so nice to meet you, Y/N! I heard you’ve been a fan since debut…” Intak says after you’ve greeted him back. His appreciative doe eyes stare right into your eager eyes as he thanks you for being so supportive since the beginning of his career.

“Of course, Intak,” you reply, “and you’ve always caught my attention… Your rapping is so good, and the way you move is incredible.” You don’t expect anything when your eyes subconsciously cruise up and down that toned body of his, but you find his eyes doing the same thing in that brief moment of silence after thanking you again.

You definitely don’t expect him to call you cute in such a shy manner before briefly peeking at his phone. As you continue staring at him, taking this moment in, you spy some naturally formed blush hitting his cheeks.

“You good, Intak?” you can’t help but ask him, that blush on his face getting a deeper pink, almost like the magenta on the UTOP1A concert logo.

“I’m… good,” he starts off, “but a bit nervous. Never had a one-on-one time with a fan before… especially a handsome one…”

His confession catches you off guard, the compliment at the end almost leaving you in disbelief. The moment you look down his body again, that disbelief intensifies as you notice a bulge forming in his pants.

Out of curiosity, you ask him, “Well… how did you expect this [interaction] to go?”

After pondering a moment, he begins to answer before trailing off in thought. “Not too sure… T-talking…” Honestly speaking, the moment Intak was informed about this encounter, and your friend showed him a picture they took of you, his mind started racing at a pace he was struggling to grasp. “Can we do something else though? We have time.”

You admired how cautious he was trying to be, eyes surveying his surroundings as he briskly walks over to the door, awaiting your confirmation before turning the lock on it. It was almost as if you both knew what happens after the locking of any door (in this type of setting) because it did not take long before his lips touched yours, and you granted him access to your mouth.

Moans escape the both of you as you trail your hands that were cupping his face down his seemingly chiseled body. Unlike Intak, you were a bit more unashamed with your actions, but tried to be just as cautious with your approach.

“Fuck,” Intak breathes out as you gently grab at his hardened bulge. His hand grips your thigh in response as you come to the realization that you’re just as hard. Intak’s soft lips graze down your neck, stopping at your chest before looking up at you (in part) for permission. You knowingly nod, admiring how he balances his shyness with his natural confidence so well.

Both of his hands rest on your thighs before congregating at the belt buckle atop of your shorts. Now, one would’ve solely unbuckled the object, but this showman here asks if you know about his solo stage.

“Of course!” you exclaim a bit breathlessly. “I… love that song… and what you did with it.” He smiles at the praise you give him for his hard work before he gradually pulls your belt out from your garments completely.

In a move similar to one from that performance, your belt is wrapped around his big hands before it’s discarded to the side. You both can’t help but smirk at the action before he guides you onto the vanity counter, leaning back on your hands as you anticipate Intak’s next moves.

He doesn’t even bother undoing the button of your shorts, he just pulls them down until they’re around your ankles. Mere seconds pass before your boxers receive that same treatment, your hard cock springing up, precum already dripping out of the tip.

He licks his lips, constantly looking up at you for permission. This time, you place a hand of yours on the nape of his neck before nodding at him to proceed. He sticks his tongue out, feeding himself some of your precum as an appetizer before taking you in his mouth.

You can’t help but curse out at him in pleasure, your legs planting themselves over his shoulders as he indulged in the feeling of your dick in his mouth. He moans around you in sheer delight before looking back up at your pleased expression. Your eyes were too closed to see how proud of himself he was becoming at the fact that he was clearly making you feel good.

While bobbing his head up and down your length, he caresses your thighs with varying degrees of roughness, feeling you shake ever-so-slightly beneath him. “Holy fuck, Intak,” you spit out, earning a quizzical moan from the boy, feeling the vibration rather deeply before you continue. “You’re really fucking good…”

Intak kept moaning as he kept sucking, one hand grabbing your nutsack with a bit more intensity than you would’ve been prepared for. What you may have missed was that Intak grabbed his still clothed hard cock at the same time, just barely thrusting into his hand in alternation with his bobbing head.

Both of you seemlessly transition from soft moans to low groans, your dick twitching in Intak’s mouth in a way that eggs him on even further. Once he hollows his throat to receive you to the hilt, you begin to lose it.

“I’m gonna cum, 'T-tak!” you manage to yell in a whispered state. Those same puppy eyes you were met with in the beginning approve of your next moves before they close tightly. He squeezes yours and his balls simultaneously before you both let out the most unabashed sounds, as you feel ropes of your warm semen enter Intak’s warm throat.

An echo of obscenities follows as you come down from your peak. Intak slowly backs away from you with a close-mouthed grunt, waiting until your heavy eyes reopen for him to open his mouth. You couldn’t help but moan at the pool of your release still resting in his mouth before he swallows.

For several reasons, Intak smiles in relief before slowly getting up. “I have to change my underwear,” he admits, chuckling so adorably. He begins to discard of everything on his lower half rather quickly, and that’s when you officially return to reality… To the practically vacant green room in the venue where you initially just came to enjoy a concert of one of your favorite artists.

Moments later, Intak returns clothed, almost running to you, whose pants… and belt… are back on your person (because you know timing is not of the essence in a situation like this). He seems to share a mutual interest in not wanting this moment to end anytime soon, as he manages to steal a couple more kisses from you before hearing the doorknob jiggle.

“Can you come back after the show?” Intak asks before unlocking the door. His gaze never leaves you as he awaits your response. You take it upon yourself to steadily get up from the counter to avoid any speculation before answering.

“If I can walk, sure!” you both laugh before the door opens and the remaining members of P1Harmony enter. You quickly greet them before scurrying out of the room to allow them some pre-show privacy.

This is already the best concert experience of your life, and it hadn’t even begun yet.

[kanyerealdaughter]

you ask your boyfriend ass or boobs ..?

# A S S O R B O O B S

part || here !

characters - kinji hakari, hajime kashimo , suguru geto , takuma ino , toji fushiguro.

sexual content, (fem,reader) *NOT PROOFREAD*

kinji hakari - he chuckled, an amused smile tugging at his lips. he ran a hand through his pinkish and purple tones barrel twist , a nonchalant gesture, before responding. "can't a man prefer both?" he quipped, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

*its not confirmed that hakari had purple hair or barrel twist i just like to think of him that way but if you don’t like it just ignored it.*

you automatically rolled your eyes you should’ve known he was going to say that. “ noo you gotta pick one kinji…!” you whine.

hakari chuckled at your insistence but played along, clearly enjoying the little game.

"hmm... if i have to pick one," he relented, pretending to weigh his answer.

"i'd say ass, definitely. the curve, the bounce... you get me?" a smirk played on his lips as he leaned slightly closer, his voice dropping lower.

hajime kashimo - “ kashimo, are you a boobs guy or an ass guy..?”

"what's with the sudden weird question?" he looks at you with a frown and his arms are folded across his chest. he doesn't seem to be in a good mood, as usual, and it looks like he just returned home.

“ just pick one.” you huffed rolling your eyes.

"boobs, if i have to choose." he lets out a sigh before replying as he gets a headache from your weird question.

“ and whyyy…?”

"because i like the way they look. why are you always asking such weird questions..." he gets annoyed by the constant questions and replies more bluntly with his normal grumpy tone.

*lmfaoo i do believe this man does have a short temper after a long day.*

suguru geto - “ hey suguru, are you an ass guy or a boobs guy.?”

he was clearly caught off guard by the question as he slightly paused. he didn’t expect you to be this forward he then smiles and gives you one good look up-and look down before tilting his head.

“ depends on the girl..”

“ anddd…? what does that mean..?” you asked curiously.

“ it means i like both.” he takes a good look at you. he takes in the outfit you were wearing as his sharp purple eyes slowly scans over your figure before they slowly move up to meet your eyes. he lets out a low chuckle, his smirk growing wilder.

takuma ino - “ ino do you like boobs or ass better..?”

ino’s face turned beat red from embarrassment and surprise from the sudden question

“w-what?! why are you asking me that all of a sudden??”

you laugh quietly from his reaction “ ino.. chill it’s just a question… just answer the question.”

“ b-boobs I guess…” ino’s face was still blushed bright red, trying to come back from the sudden embarrassment.

toji fushiguro - “ toji are you a boob guy or an ass guy..?”

“that’s a very random question…” he replies and looks at you up and down.

“ so..? just pick one..”

“If you want an honest answer I prefer the ass.” he just gives you a glance before looking away.

“ really why.?”

“ because there is so much you can do with it and it looks good i have to admit i look at yours almost every day because i like it that much.” he puts an arm around your waist.

𖣂 KANYEREALDAUGHTER SPEAKS - hope y’all enjoy my first jjk post maybe a part two only if y’all want.

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[dancinglikebutterflywings]

Wolf Chan | Bang Chan

Pairing: Werewolf!Bang Chan x Reader. 

Request: No.

Synopsis: Y/N's suspicions are confirmed on a Halloween night. 

Warnings: Werewolves, fear, wounds, my poor attempt at scary. Fluffy ending. Repost from my now deactivated account.

Word Count: 1,093 

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"Hey baby," Y/N speaks into her phone as she's greeted by her boyfriend's voicemail for the third time. When he doesn't answer his phone, she becomes concerned and decides to leave a message this time. It wasn't normal for Chan miss her calls, and if he did, he would call her as soon as he could. "Call me as soon as you get this, okay? I'm beginning to worry."  

After ending the call, she checks her text messages before sending a text to Changbin and Han asking if Chan was still with them. They are the two who were likely to be know of what was going on since he spends most of the day with them. They both reply to the text right away, stating they haven't seen him since they took a lunch break.  

Y/N circles back and begins walking towards Chan's apartment building. She is more worried than ever. Being a bit of a workaholic, Chan wouldn't just leave the studio without notifying anybody, especially those who are closest to him.   

Her worry quickly turns to terror as she reaches his apartment and sees that the door is wide open and barely hanging on its hinges. A wolf's cry can be heard out in the distance, sending a shiver down her spine.  

As she goes Chan's apartment, the sky open’s and it starts pouring rain, far in the distance the rumbling of thunder could be heard, adding to the fear she’s already experiencing. Gripping the strap of her shoulder bag tightly, her heart pounding against her chest, she steps through the doorway, crossing the threshold into his apartment.  

 "Channie?" She calls out to him in the pitch-darkness, but her voice comes out weaker and quieter than she expected.  

She finds the light switch and flicks it on. She gasps and jumps as the bulb momentarily flickers before shattering into a million pieces, leaving her once again in darkness. The only light came from the full moon faintly illuminating the living area. Her heart is pounding against her chest so loudly that she can hear it with her own ears. While remaining in place, she clumsily pulls her phone from her bag and drops it on the ground. She picks it up with trembling hands and hastily makes another call to Chan.  

The sound of Chan's phone ringing causes her to look around in fear. It's another strange element of the situation. In the same way that his laptop is an extension of him, Chan never leaves his home without his phone.    

She drops her phone and screams aloud as a huge bang comes from behind her. She turns on her heal and sees Bang Chan, half naked, covered in blood, with enormous, jagged wounds that look like claws larger than a bear have torn through his flesh and appearing to be on the cusp of death's door. Her fear turns to panic as he slumps to the ground and passes out.  

“Chan!” she shouts as she rushes towards him and tries to get him to wake up. “Chris! Christopher!”  

When he doesn’t budge or stir, she moves to check his wounds. Seeing how deep they are, she hurries into the bathroom to find the first aid kit he keeps in there. Finding it under the sink, she grabs it hurries back to the kitchen.   

Arriving back in the kitchen, she’s startled to find Chan missing. Fear creeping back into her veins, she looks around to see where he could have gone. In the dark room it was hard to see where he could be.  

“Bang Chan?” she questions, her voice meek.  

“What are you doing here?” She hears him ask, voice raspy and weak. The pain he’s in is evident in his tone.  

“I’m worried about you,” she answers, looking in the direction his voice came from, but she can’t see a thing until a flash of lightening illuminates the apartment for less than a second. She finds his form leaning against the wall in the living room, slightly hunched over and shivering. “You never came for dinner, you weren’t answering your calls, and no one has seen you since midday.”  

“Something came up,” he tells her. “You need to leave, now.”  

“Let me help you,” she says going to take a step forward only for him to yell at her to stop.  

“Go home, Y/N,” He continues to shout at her, his tone loud and booming over the pouring rain, shocking her. He’s never raised his voice like that at her before.   

“I’m not leaving until I know you’re okay,” she tells him, her voice calm and assertive.   

“I’m fine.”  

“No, you're not.” she argues, and moves towards him.   

Giving in, he allows her to help him into his bedroom. She switches on the light as the enter the room and places him on the bed. After getting a better look at his wounds and ignoring all of Chan’s protests, she heads back into the kitchen to grab the first aid kit she dropped.   

Walking back into the bedroom, she finds Chan missing again. Hearing the running water coming from the bathroom, she walks into the room finding Chan with a damp cloth, wiping the blood from his skin. There are no more wounds littering his perfect body. The only sign of there any, is the blood that now stained the cloth he’s using and the pink water in the sink.  

“When were you going to tell me that you’re a werewolf?” she asks leaning on the bathroom door frame, watching him.   

“I was hoping, never,” he answers honestly. “But that would be impossible. How did you figure it out?”   

“I got suspicious when you would only spend the whole night at the studios when there was a full moon,” she tells him. “Leading up to the full moon, you’re always on edge and a lot snappier and more aggressive. It’s also like you're in heat leading up to it as well.”   

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you and you had to figure it out on your own,” he apologizes unplugging the sink, letting the pink stained water swirl down the drain.  

“Promise me, you’ll let me help you from now on and that we’re in this together,” she asks. “I love you and don’t want to lose you.”  

“I promise,” he answers, moving closer to her, bringing her into his arms. “But as soon as I tell you to leave, you leave. I don’t want to hurt her or worse.”  

She nods and pulls him into a kiss. 

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pick-a-picture: what divine blessings are on their way to you? a case of the mondays, rainy day edition

all pictures are from pinterest, dividers from @/roseschoices

pile one -> pile two -> pile three

rainy days happen. it’s okay if you need a reminder outside of yourself every now and then. take a deep breath, keep an open mind and ask your guides what divine blessings are on their way to you. and above all, be kind to yourself.

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p i l e o n e the hanged man, five of elixirs rx, the moon rx (four of rods) pile one, on its way to you is an end to this period of reflection and melancholy. for a while, things seemed kind of dim and despite the bad feelings and confusion, you weathered this challenge with grace. this divine blessing of celebration and ease is meant for you to get caught up in. it’s a well deserved reward that you are meant to seize with both hands. this will show itself in your home life or whatever makes you feel the most stable. you’re not meant to forget what you’ve endured but rather come back to this moment, with a new lens when it feels aligning.

shufflemancy: watch me work//andrew rannells, briana mazzola

(you gotta work, you gotta work, you gotta work. watch me work)

p i l e t w o (queen of rods, nine of blades, four of elixirs) pile two, although it can sometimes feel like more of a burden, you are about to experience the need for new circumstances or a desire for change. this is truly a divine blessing. there is something in your life that is not conducive to the reality that you are trying to create for yourself and it is about to reveal itself in a way that you cannot ignore. along with this blessing of clarity you are going to be blessed with the energy, confidence, and courage needed to push this thing out of your life. some of you reading this already know what this is, and for some, i’m getting that it is a person. but for those of you who don’t know, keep an open mind. be sure to also practice gratitude for what you do have, as this does come with the potential for ingratitude and over-evaluation.

shufflemancy: surface pressure // jessica darrow

(give it to your sister, your sister’s stronger)

p i l e t h r e e (strength, queen of coins, the emperor) pile three, you are unbreakable and are being divinely gifted with the ability to bring your creative ideas to fruition for a time. before reading this, you’ll likely have already felt this energy arising. your manifestations are receiving a boost in this period. if you had the ability to remove every negative thing from your life, what would you cut out? what would dream up if you knew it could be yours? journal it, speak it aloud and act as if you know it’s on the way because this is your confirmation that it is. throughout the week, looks for signs that support what i’m tell you and log them. question nothing and leave doubt behind.

shufflemancy: the king’s affirmation//iniko

(i’m not new here. reborn creation)

[hana-no-seiiki]

Nanook with a gold tongue. ✨️ ❤️❤️

By pressing the Keep Reading button you are confirming that you are 18+ and consent to ready smutty content

Imagine if it was scalding and it burns whenever he/they lick(s) someone?

My masochism is quaking rn

(For my AFAB/with hole people) They drag it over the lips of your entrance. You wince in pain. It’s excruciating. But you know once they put it in it’ll be heaven.

(For my AMAB/with dicc people) You shouldn’t be surprised that an Aeon takes your cock so easily, basically swallowing whole in one go, but you are. His ministrations covered you with molten gold. It hurts, but not as much as you expected it to. The pleasure overriding the agony you were feeling.

You groaned, almost hiccuping in shock, when you felt his golden appendix swirl around the head. This was going to be a long night with your god.

©️ hana.no.seiiki - yun | 2023

[143-iloveu]

Credit goes to the owner, @slave_girl_1004 I do not own this photo!

MDNI - Not all of my works are NSFW, but I do not want minors interacting with my blog just to be safe. All NSFW content will carry a Mature Community Label. Ageless and empty blogs will promptly be blocked.

Eternity

Idol!Chan X Idol!Reader

Tooth-rotting Fluff

Content Warnings - Teeny tiny make-out session, Chan calls reader princess (otherwise GN!Reader), reader stares at Chan's shirtless torso (can you blame them?)

Word Count - 2,040

Synopsis: You never imagined going on tour with your boyfriend and his bandmates would lead to this. Although, you wouldn't change it for the world.

A/N: This will be part of an 'Idol X Idol AU' series. Once I post the next part, I will create a master list with each part in the order they should be read. You can absolutely read this as a stand-alone though.

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Your recent collaboration with Stray Kids dropped nearly six months after you and their leader, Bang Chan (Chris to you), officially announced you were in a relationship. Chris had originally written the song as his gift to you for your fourth anniversary. He wanted to write a song that would help you feel closer to each other whenever the two of you are touring opposite sides of the globe. That same night, the two of you (and JYPE) released statements confirming your relationship. After four years together, you both felt that it was time to tell the world.

Chris begged you incessantly for weeks to sing it as a duet with him. He desperately wanted to hear your beautiful voice singing his lyrics.

“Hearing you bring the song to life could get me through my darkest days! Besides, only you and I will ever hear it.”

He didn’t realize it then, but that was a lie. Well… not a lie, exactly. He just changed his mind once he finished mixing it. When he let you hear the final cut, you knew immediately that you had to share this masterpiece with the world. You couldn’t even try to convince yourself to be so selfish.

“This should be on the next album!” you both said simultaneously.

“Only if you will sing it with me, though,” he adds, “No one else’s voice is acceptable!”

Fast forward six months, and your duet with Chris is the most popular song on the new Stray Kids album. Fans are giving rave reviews. Some are even saying that they love how much you and Chris love each other, labeling your relationship as ‘#GOALS.’ JYPE took notice, begging you to join Stray Kids on their next tour. They offered you the opportunity to ‘open’ for them in the way many Western artists do, performing some of your songs before the boys took the stage each night. In return, you were asked to perform your duet with him near the end of each show.

Tonight, you and the boys are performing in Sydney for the second night in a row. They gave the boys a few days off before the shows to visit with his and Felix’s families, but they still came to tonight’s show to support them. The pressure you put on yourself for this performance is nearly crushing. You get along with his family very well, but something about knowing they will be watching you perform with their son causes your anxiety to spike.

“Five minutes, Y/N!” the stage manager shouts.

You are nothing more than a pacing ball of nerves at this point. You’ve never been so nervous for a concert… not even in your early debut days.

“Two minutes!”

Just as they shout the warning, all eight men come running down from the stage. Chris quickly scans the room, searching for you. He smiles when his eyes land on you. You meet his gaze just before he’s yanking his shirt over his head, changing into the last outfit of the show. You can’t resist the urge to admire your boyfriend’s toned torso, the way his muscles contract with every movement momentarily relieves your anxieties. Mere seconds later, he’s pulling another shirt on and adjusting his mic, snapping you back to reality.

“You ready, princess?” he calls as he motions for you to join him.

You nod and step onto the rising platform. Chris is quick to intertwine his fingers with yours, squeezing lightly. Your worries melt away as he holds your gaze.

“I love you,” he says as the stage manager yells a ten-second warning.

“I love you, too.”

The platform rises, and the stage lights flood your vision. The crowd cheers as your silhouettes come into view, and the music begins to play as the two of you step into the spotlight. You look over to Chris, trying to keep your anxiety in check. He looks breathtaking under these lights. His beauty captivates you, just as it has for the entirety of this tour (and your relationship), drawing a smile on your face.

As Chris begins singing, you feel goosebumps rising on your skin. No matter how many times you hear or perform this song, it will always affect you. There is so much emotion in his voice. He’s looking at the crowd far less than usual, keeping his eyes fixed on you. It’s as if the whole world is standing still around you.

As you finish the song, he finally addresses the crowd.

“What did everyone think of the show tonight? Did you have a good time?”

Everyone cheers.

“You guys were absolutely amazing! The energy was intense!”

“I agree, Chan. They were phenomenal!” you chime in.

“Stay, what did you think of Y/S/N’s performance?”

The crowd erupts in cheers yet again. Stays have been so accepting of you and your relationship with their Bang Chan. Sure, some people didn’t take the news well, but most Stays have welcomed you with open arms.

“Me too, me too…” he begins, “It has been such a blessing and honor to share our stage with her. Thank you all for welcoming her so positively. It warms my heart to see your love for her.”

“Yes, thank you, Stay. Your love and support mean the world to me. I had so much fun with you all tonight. Good-”

“Actually, before we say goodnight…” Chris interrupts, cheeks red as a tomato, “I have one more thing I want to say.”

The crowd cheers for a moment before he gently asks them to quiet down.

“Y/F/N…”

Your eyes go wide. He never uses your real name on stage, not a single slip-up. He’s a professional through and through.

“The last four and a half years with you have been a dream. No one has ever understood or accepted me the way that you do. Having my members and Stay made my heart feel full, but then you came into my life, making it feel so full that it may burst.”

“Channie…”

He steps closer to you as he continues.

“Christ, I’m rambling… Sorry, I’m nervous,” he says with a shy giggle, mostly to the crowd.

You catch the other members making their way back onto the stage. They are grouped, standing at the rear of center stage. The crowd cheers until they each make a shushing gesture.

Once the crowd quiets again, he continues.

“What I am trying to say is that you are the most amazing and important person in my life. You are my best friend, my rock, and my home. You make me happier than I ever thought possible. You are irreplaceable, and I want to spend eternity with you. So, in front of my family, my members, and Stay…”

He bends down on his left knee, holding your hands in his. Felix jogs over, handing him a small blue box. When that box comes into view, your heart begins to race. Is this man proposing to you in front of all these people? He sure knows how to make a grand gesture!

The entire stadium erupts into a chorus of gasps before he holds the mic up to his lips again.

“Y/F/N, will you marry me?”

Your tears are flowing freely before he’s even finished his speech. He opens the box, revealing a stunning ring. It’s a modest princess-plus cut diamond nestled between two opals (his birthstone) and two of your birthstones. It’s beautiful! You are sobbing at this point. He clearly understands that you prefer to leave the flashy jewelry for the stage.

The crowd is screaming now, the floor vibrating from the intensity.

“Say yes, say yes!” they chant.

The boys are shushing them. The crowd takes a moment to respond, eventually quieting to just above a murmur.

You nod your head a few times. Suddenly, Seungmin’s voice comes over the speakers.

“What was that, Y/N?”

You lift your microphone, your hand shaking like a leaf.

“Yes,” your voice trembles, “of course I’ll marry you!”

His eyes light up before his toothy grin smushes them into the cutest little half-moons. Once he slides the ring onto your finger, he jumps to his feet and pulls you into a hug, spinning you around in excitement. You laugh at his cute antics. He places you back on the floor before pressing his lips to yours, kissing you deeply in front of 20,000+ people. Your heart is beating erratically, and you’re overjoyed. The boys are each screaming their congratulations and well wishes into their mics, clearly happy for their leader-hyung.

You were the first to pull away. If you hadn’t broken the kiss, there is a good chance that Chris would have stood there kissing you all night.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, Christopher.”

The crowd is going wild. They’ve been screaming for nearly a full minute. The boys let them have a moment before attempting to reign in the energy. Once the crowd settles enough for the boys to be heard, the intro to #LoveSTAY begins playing. You know this is their encore, so you make your way off the stage.

You flop onto the couch in the group dressing area. Your body feels as if it is vibrating with excitement. You stare down at your left hand, the ring on your finger making your heart race all over again. You’ve known that you wanted to marry Chris since before your first anniversary, but you never imagined that he’d propose like this.

After the boys finish their performance, he comes to find you. When he catches sight of you smiling down at the ring on your finger, he feels an immense wave of pride wash over him. He’s the one who made you smile like that, and he is beyond thankful that he’s the one who gets to bring you so much happiness.

He walks up behind you, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek.

“I can’t wait to wake up to that smile every single morning.”

“Channie!” you squeal happily.

You climb over the back of the couch, nearly jumping into his arms. He smooths your hair before kissing you passionately. You will never tire of the feeling of his soft lips pressed to yours, always leaving you breathless. He places one strong hand at the nape of your neck and the other on your waist, sending shivers down your spine. A moment later, he pokes his tongue out, silently asking for entry. You grant it, tongues in a slow battle for dominance. He easily takes control just as the rest of Stray Kids enter the room.

“Ew!” Hyunjin jokes.

Chris’ hand leaves your neck, raising a middle finger in the general direction of his grown-ass ‘children.’ You pull away before the boys can make any more comments. The pout your now fiancé wears is almost cute enough to draw you back in.

“While I am happy to sleep in my bed finally, I’m sad that the tour is over.” Jeongin sighs.

All of them nod in agreement.

“I had so much fun with you these last few months, Y/N.”

“Me too, Channie. I had a blast with all of you!”

“I never want to go on another tour without you,” he smiles as he pulls you into a hug.

The others groan in mock disgust at his affection toward you. They always act as if your public displays gross them out, but you know they are just being dramatic.

“Get in here, you dorks!” you shout as you wave them over.

You only have to ask once before all seven of them are bounding across the room. They shout happily before they squish you and Chris into the center of a giant, bouncy group hug. Your chest is pressed firmly against his, and he smiles apologetically. The boys have you two trapped in a too-tight embrace, but neither you nor Chris would want it any other way. Wrapped in the muscular arms of all eight members of Stray Kids, you know that you will never be lonely again.

“I love you boys so much!”

“We love you too!” they shout in unison.

A/N: Thank you, Elly, for prompting me to write a mushy Chan proposal with idol!Chan and idol!reader. Without your input, this fic wouldn't exist. Soft, mushy Chan deserves more recognition, and I'm here to ensure he gets it! I hope you love this as much as I do!

And thank you, Elly, for being my number one hype-woman! You are the only reason I was confident enough to start posting in the first place. You mean the world to me! ~Ashe 🦊🐺

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[luvyeni]

First raw sex with soft dom mark??????? With giggles and lots of praises 🙏🙏🙏

MORNING SUNRISE | MARK LEE DRABBLE !

pairings. bf!mark x fem!reader

🔖: 18+ , unprotected sex, praising , dirty talk , mentions of cumming inside

authors note ! i hope you like it <3

your eyes fluttered open , squinting duw to the sunrise that was shining in your face , your sleep interrupted by mark kissing your face. "good morning princess." you giggled as he pressed more kisses to your face , pulling your naked body on top of him , you squealed in shock.

"mark!" he laughed rubbing your waist. "i told you last night when i got here i want to spend every second i have off with you." you felt his cock twitching under you. "you mean fucking me?" he nodded. "well im sorry you can't." you said.

"we don't have any more condoms." he pouted. "then let me fuck you raw." he flat out asked. "mark- baby im serious." he whined. "what if i get pregnant?" he thought about it. "i'll take care of it." he kissed your neck.

"ma-mark." he could feel your wetness dripping on his cock. "fine , i'll go get some condoms later , just this one time." you trusted mark , you knew he wouldn't do anything to hurt you.

"o-okay." as soon as he got the confirmation , he flipped you back on your back , hovering over top of you. "mark be careful." your laugh was like music to his ears , he smiled down at you. "my baby is so pretty." he kissed your lips. "st-stop it."

"gonna fuck you like you deserve princess." he wrapped one of your legs around his waist , grabbing the base of his cock. "gonna take my cock like a good girl." he pushed inside you. "fu-fuck mark." it felt completely different from when he had a condom on , it's like you could feel all of each other.

"ma-mark please move." you moaned out impatiently , he began to move his hips , his cock dragging along your walls. "babygirl , you -fuck- you feel so good , so much better without a condom." mark was loosing his mind , trying not to cum prematurely , but the way he could feel your cunt fluttering around him , he wasn't sure if he was gonna last.

"ma-mark , im gonna cum." you grabbed his bicep. "go a head baby , be a good girl and cum for me." he grunted , his orgasm approaching as well.

"oh my- fuck!" you screamed, cumming. he looked in between where your bodies connected , a white ring forming at the base of his cock , triggering his orgasm. "sh-shit." he pulled out , jerking off , his cum painting your tummy. "fu-fuck baby." he breathed.

"fuck , baby i almost came inside you." he was surprised when you reached back in between your bodies , stroking his cock , his body twitched in sensitivity. "sh-shit princess." you lined him up with your hole before speaking up.

"this time , don't pull out , i want you to cum inside me."

©️LUVYENI

[rubywolf0201]

GREAT NEWS BUCCHIGIRI?! FANDOM!!! IT SEEMS LIKE THE WRITING TEAM DECIDED TO RELEASE ALL OF THE MAIN CAST’S BIRTHDATES AND THEIR PERSONAL LIVES!!

Let’s look at Arajin and Matakara’s revealed bio:

Arajin’s birthday is on the 6th June. It is also confirmed that he does have a Dad around but where he is kind of unknown.

Matakara’s birthday is on the 7th April. Asides from Mitsukuni, there’s no mention of where the Asamine’s parents are. Though, Episode 2 mentions that they have relatives but whether they’re biological or adopted is kind of up to interpretation.

Senya even has a revealed birthdate which is 21st June but his relatives are never mentioned tho then again, being a genie or mythical being, I doubt Senya even has relatives to begin with or maybe he has but many centuries have passed and they could’ve been long gone. Blood type is never mentioned but maybe it didn’t matter to him, since again he is a genie.

Next up we have the Best Friends©️*

Zabu’s birthday is on the 10th May. He is confirmed to have parents and an older sister. Although, I did someone on X/Twitter in the JP fandom making fanart of Zabu and his unseen older sister before meaning that somewhere along the way prior to the revealed bio, someone got info of Zabu having an older sis (I think at least?)

Komao’s birthday is revealed to be on the 14th December. Boy does he have a large family: He has grandparents, his parents, 3 little brothers and 2 little sisters. Which makes him the oldest one in the family. Makes you wonder what is Komao’s family life like.

Then we have the Jin siblings and Outa!

Marito’s birthday happens to be on the 15th March, which is one day after White Day (a male equivalent of Valentines Day in Japan). Funny how both siblings are born on special days that centers around love.

Mahoro’s we already knew but what is interesting is that the bio confirms that both her and Marito’s parents are around. But what kind of relationship she and Marito has with their parents are unknown but given her brocon behaviour, it might be that their parents are neglectful or abusive. Or that Mahoro is just a huge ass weirdo around Marito and their parents are ordinary people.

Outa’s birthday is on the 10th August. He is confirmed to have parents and a little brother. And it’s also pretty obvious that having a subtle lion motif to him, his star sign is a Leo. (I apologize I can’t say much about Outa given how I don’t feel his character too strongly compared to the rest and how he was sidelined pretty early on but he’s neat I’ll say)

I wish I could’ve added Akutaro, Jabashiri and Hagure to the list but I already ran out of limit on this post. 🥲 So I added in the main leads, the sole main female character, the ones that are promoted by merch a lot (Marito and Outa) and personal favs.

*: I say Best Friends because prior to Arajin moving back to Honki City and patching up his friendship with Matakara, I felt that Zabu and Komao were kind of like ride and die with each other and Matakara. Also I like them ok?

[glossysoap]

ready to comply hc ;

wait wait wait i just thought of something so sad but so cute abt reader and stray 😭😭

pls make sure to read all chapters posted before this or it might not make sense !

feat: father figure price, anxious reader, ur stray !!

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⛓📝: this takes place the first few weeks that reader is back with 141, still on edge, not trusting anyone. not even making any eye contact with anyone. staying in their room 24/7 with their stray. only leaving for urgent matters with price, laswell or shepherd. even then, reader would bring the stray with them wherever they went, the stray trotting next to them with a harness on. reader only does the bare minimum, just enough to be cooperative. compliant. just enough to not receive punishment.

141 would never punish them. but reader doesn’t know that.

and the new bed they’re given is way too comfortable. too big. too nice. so reader finds a twin sized cot and brings it to their room at night, when all soldiers are already asleep.

readers’ stray hops up on the cot right away, curling up where a pillow would normally be. reader turns off the lights and locks the door.

almost immediately, all of readers anxiety and walls melt away. only when they’re alone with their stray.

reader pads over to the bed, petting the stray’s soft fur before crawling into the small cot. reader does what they did for many nights on the run when they didn’t have pillows. they rested their head gently on the strays’ back, listening for any growl of disapproval, only to hear none. when they confirmed that the stray was comfortable, the reader began relaxing. they took a deep breath and smelled the strays relaxing scent.

that was how reader and the stray fell asleep. that was how price found his medic reader, too ashamed to use the more comfortable queen size bed, pillow and blankets just a few feet away. using their stray dog as a pillow.

a sad smile formed on his lips when he realized that your sleeping face was the most relaxed he’d seen you since you got back. when you were cramped in an uncomfortable bed. but you were with your stray. she was your anchor.

he vowed then to make sure you were never separated from your stray. no matter how much shepherd or graves complained about shedding or barking, he wouldn’t let them take her away from you.

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[wooahaeproductions]

Haru Haru (svt smau)-eighteen: Girlfriend?

Summary: Your friend, Soonyoung confesses to you in some form all the time despite knowing you don’t like him like that. But what happens when suddenly someone becomes interested in him and he eventually stops confessing to you?

Pairing: Kwon Soonyoung (Hoshi) x Gender Neutral Reader

Genre: smau, college au, fluff, angst, and comedy

Word count: 423

Warnings (for the chapter): a nervous tiger?, ultimatums

Rating (for the chapter): PG-13

Soonyoung's POV:

Soonyoung wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans as he approached the boba shop. He was nervous. He had no clue how to ask someone to be his girlfriend. Either way, he was planning to have one by the end of this date. He hoped so anyway. 

She saw him through the window from the table she was sitting at and waved animatedly. Soonyoung waved back with a shy smile as walked in the shop. Making his way to the table, it looked like she had already gotten his drink along with hers. 

He sat down across from her and she slid the drink over to him. “Yogurt flavored with boba, your usual,” she said, and Soonyoung wondered when she learned what his favorite was. He wasn’t all that surprised though, since it seemed she always knew his favorite things. It was very girlfriend-like.

The next few minutes were filled with general conversation between the two of them. If practice was going well and if she passed the math exam she was studying hard for. Soonyoung took a deep breath, about to launch into the big question but his phone let out a text message tone. Your text tone. 

He thought about ignoring it. He was about to ask another person to be his girlfriend. Another message from you came in and he contemplated. A third message came in and he concluded that he should check his phone. You wouldn’t be reaching out to him now and definitely not that many messages within a short amount of time.

“I think I need to check this,” Soonyoung said, pulling his phone out of his pocket and abandoning all thoughts of the previous question he was going to ask.

“Oh, okay,” she responded, sounding slightly annoyed.

“Oh,” Soonyoung typed and more tones sounded as he received responses. “OH!” His exclamations grew louder. He looked up at the girl and said, “I’m so sorry but I need to go help my friend,”

“Is it Y/N?” She asked. Soonyoung nodded in confirmation. “Soonyoung, if you go to them…we are done. I’ve tried to compete with her in your heart and I just can’t.” 

He grimaced. While he had every intention of asking her to be his girlfriend and he was trying to get over Y/N, he just hadn’t completely yet. Y/N was still his friend and he needed to go to them. “I’m-I’m sorry,” Soonyoung said, defeated. Then he rushed out of the boba shop to help his friend, leaving the girl by herself. 

Y/N’s POV:

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN | MASTERLIST | CHAPTER NINETEEN

A/N: oop 🥴

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