#FLUFF it is fluff all around

[robinuntamed]

Good indeed

“Don’t tell me you never had these,” Wei Ying said, his frown loud across his brow. “Lan Zhan! Every kid tries them.”

Lan Wangji gave a minute shrug. He never had many sweets as a child. There was one very memorable occasion when his mother made rice cakes; if pressed, Lan Wangji would categorise their flavour as pink. They were pink. And sweet, he supposed.

“Lan Zhan,” with the reproving tone. “You have to.”

Since there was no feasible way for Lan Wangji to refuse him, no matter how ridiculous the request, he picked up the sweet and placed it gingerly on his tongue. His eyes immediately watered at the attack.

“Good, isn’t it,” Wei Ying grinned, so pleased that Lan Wangji made himself chew and then swallow without a single hum of complaint. It was not that he disliked sweets, exactly. Simply that he was unaccustomed. He could come to like them, if Wei Ying willed it so.

“What else,” Wei Ying was muttering, tapping the bridge of his nose. “What else, what else?”

“Mn?” shamefully unfocused. It was only, the bridge of Wei Ying’s nose was a lovely place to rest his eyes; there were two freckles there that especially called to attention. It was sometimes quite difficult to have conversations with Wei Ying in the sunlight, where he shone; or under torchlight, where he was golden; or moonlight, where he glowed; or in the dark, where he was brilliant.

Oh. Wei Ying must have said something; the corners of his eyes crinkled with the smile. “What is it my husband is so busy thinking of, hmm?”

“You,” Lan Wangji answered, at once, honestly.  

“Yes, yes, that’s always your answer.”

Lan Wangji blinked in confusion. “It is the truth. I always think of you.”

“Lan Zhan!” with the flushing cheeks, impossibly lovely, “Why do you always have to,” and then he was in Lan Wangji’s arms, hiding his face in the crook of his neck, burrowing. The voice came out muffled: “Just, unbearable!”

“Mn,” Lan Wangji capitulated. He felt no particular remorse for the weight of his Wei Ying crushing the air out of him, or the scent, talisman paper and sweat and rain and rose-water, or the waving rolls of laughter he could still hear, choked-out and precious for how common they were. Wei Ying was so free with his laughter, generous with his joy. It was incomparable to anything Lan Wangji had ever met.

“We were talking about something else entirely!” Wei Ying emerged from the cocoon of Lan Wangji’s robes. “Trying to distract me with your handsome devil tricks—no longer, I am onto you!”

Lan Wangji lowered his head in repentance. “Whatever Wei Ying wishes,” he said, to another groan.

“No, silly, you’ve got it all wrong. Today we are doing as Lan Zhan wishes, remember? We’re trying to fill all these gaps in your childhood.”

“There are no gaps,” Lan Wangji said, not for the first time.

“How can you say that when we just learned you never had sweets!”

Lan Wangji felt himself frown. Wei Ying called it his ‘non-frown’; he was of the opinion that Lan Wangji’s face barely moved, that extracting an expression out of him was an incredible feat. He made little sense, sometimes.

“I had sweets before,” Lan Wangji said. “My mother had—”

“Made rice cakes once in your life and it tasted pink! You see how that doesn’t count, yes? You don’t even remember how it tasted.”

“I remember. Pink.”

“I mean, a real taste!” Wei Ying threw his arms up, and affection so bright scorched through Lan Wangji’s middle, dazzling. For a moment, he could think of nothing at all. Blinded with this, Wei Ying, on a grey day, in a small town’s market, arguing about sweets. “Pink is not a flavour!”

He was not certain what qualified Wei Ying, whose taste buds would have dissolved many years ago, to be the judge on such matters. But then again it was not as though Lan Wangji knew better. “Mn,” he said, appeasing.

“You,” Wei Ying tutted a finger in his direction, eyes bright, “will do as your gege tells you, for once in your life. What about respect for your elders, hmm?”

Lan Wangji allotted a moment for mental mathematics before declaring the matter pointless. He will do as Wei Ying tells him, of course. “Mn,” was the easiest, most honest response, even if it came off a little eager.

“All right,” grinning wide, putting a merciful arm around Lan Wangji’s shoulders, “where to, then?”

“What?”

Wei Ying flicked him softly. “What do you want to do. Your gege wants to spoil you, Lan Zhan, and remember, you promised to let him.”

“I…” he truly, truly, did not know what to say. Normally pleasing Wei Ying was a simple matter, requiring no conscious thought; this was a task of unprecedented proportions. “Wei Ying spoils me all the time.”

“Not nearly. And far from enough. Come on, you can tell me! What is it that Hanguang-jun is so embarrassed to do?”

“There is nothing,” Lan Wangji said, shame-faced, failing, “Wei Ying.”

“Yes?”

“I want to do as Wei Ying wants.”

Wei Ying rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Well,” he said. “Suppose that would be a tough question. Put on the spot like that, my poor baby. Say,” brightening, “as a proper Lan, I bet you never even considered the concept of a nap.”

“What is a nap,” Lan Wangji said, just to make him laugh.

“Aha! Another gap unlocked. Lan Zhan, we are going back to the inn room, and you are going to curl into bed with me like a good boy and let me cuddle the nap out of you.”

A frisson of heat ran, lightning-bright down his spine. “Mn,” he said, unable to control his tone.

“Lan Zhan! Such a naughty mind. I mean it! We will nap.”

“Yes,” Lan Wangji said earnestly. “I will be a good boy for Wei Ying.”

“Ah,” with a hint of a laugh, “yes, my husband is such a good boy. Back to the inn, then; there’s nothing better than a good nap on a rainy day. Oh, but we must go back to the sweets stall first and clean out the nice lady’s wares.”

“As Wei Ying wishes.”

He could imagine few things indeed that would rival being in bed, holding Wei Ying. Perhaps he will get half a shichen for this. Perhaps even longer.

“What is it you are thinking of?” Wei Ying asked, his voice soft, words close. He tucked a lock of Lan Wangji’s hair behind his ear, eyes wide, gentle, burning-fond. Lan Wangji sought, and sought, for the words, and knew he would never come close to conveying this.

“You,” he said eventually, defeated, delighted. “My husband makes me very happy.”

For a moment Wei Ying just rested his head on Lan Wangji’s shoulder, and breathed. Then he smiled—something new, brighter, peeled open and brimming with joy. “Good,” he said, and took Lan Wangji in his arms for a crushing embrace, “that is very, very good.”

They went back to the sweets stall, and then to the inn. Lan Wangji, who never felt the existence of gaps in his life which weren’t filled with Wei Ying’s return, was indulged nevertheless, and allowed it, just as he would allow Wei Ying anything.

Tomorrow they would switch, and he would get to spoil Wei Ying. It was a very good existence indeed.

[umblrspectrum]

happy solvermas

[katsu2ji]

katsuki LOVES seeing you spend his money. you tell him you're having a bad day? he's sending you some money and telling you to buy something nice for yourself. you guys are going out on a date? he reminds you not to bring your wallet—he's got it. and you've reminded him time and time again that he doesn't have to do any of that, that you feel bad spending his money!!! but he doesn't care.

he reminds you every time that he wants to spend his money on you, no matter how big or small. he knows full well that you can pay for the things he buys you. he knows how hard you work for your money, how dedicated you are to your job.

but if he's there, why should you have to worry about anything at all?

katsu2ji © 2025. please don't copy, modify, or do anything of the sort with my work! i work very hard and you simply do not have my permission.

[kitamars]

lovey dovey (alt ver of the first one under the cut!)

[lucabyte]

Taking pride in One's own appearance.

[demigods-posts]

i have this headcanon that percy and annabeth are raging accidental flirts. but not with each other. like. they'll go to the coffee shop on fifteenth street. and compliment the barista on his hair and clothes and tip really well. but only for him. and they have no idea this boy is absolutely swooning over them. or. each time they to go the bakery downtown. they take the time to converse with the waitress at the counter as they eat her homemade muffins. and are incredibly vocal about how she's their favorite server. and how much they enjoy seeing her. and suddenly they're the only two customers that can get her services for free. except, they just think she's like that with everyone.

[ihave-atummyache]

is it here?

Changbin Blurb/imagine

short drabble

sfw!! (i was giggling and kicking my feet writing this)

im not sure how many words but not many!!

this is 100000% inspired by a tweet i just saw <3

“Binnie, let me see your phone,” you lock your own phone and he grabs his off the table, passing it to you, not even pretending to glance away from his laptop.

“What are you looking for?” Your boyfriend ponders, clicking away on his computer. You had been scrolling on your phone quietly for a while and he was wondering what you were doing.

“I ordered something online and I can’t find the confirmation email. I might have accidentally put your phone number,” you reply and type the word “order confirmation” into his search bar.

You click the first email that comes up and your eyes widen and you let out a gasp when you realize what it is. This immediately catches your boyfriend’s attention, especially when he sees the blush rush up your neck and the soft smile on your face.

“What? What happened?” He leans back in the couch and glances over at the screen of his phone.

There, you both stare at the confirmation email for the engagement ring that he had ordered. You quickly swipe out of the email and scroll, finding the email you’re looking for and forwarding it to yourself.

You’re speechless and, to your surprise, so is Changbin. You swallow thickly and lock his phone, placing it on the couch between the two of you.

Neither you nor Changbin say anything for a few minutes. He clears his throat and starts typing on his computer again and you unlock your phone once more but you can’t even pretend to be focused on anything on your screen.

Before you know it, a quiet giggle escapes your lips and you bite your lip to try to suppress it. Your boyfriend hears you, his cute giggle following yours and you can’t help but laugh again.

The two of you continue to giggle, falling back on the couch and leaning into each other.

“What are you giggling at?” you tease, interlacing your fingers with his and resting your head on his shoulder.

“What are you giggling at?” he rebuttals and you let out another quick giggle before taking a breath and calming down enough to speak.

“You know why I’m giggling,” you reply and turn towards your boyfriend, who was already looking at you, “Is it here?” you add on, a small smile covering both of your faces. He already knows exactly what you’re asking about.

He chuckles once more before nodding his head at you, “It is,” he confirms and a huge grin covers your face.

“Is it hidden?” You ask, sitting up and grabbing the laptop off his lap. You sit it on the coffee table before swinging your leg over his lap and straddling him.

“It is,” he repeats himself, giving you nothing to work with. Your boyfriend (soon to be fiancée, apparently) wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You wrap your arms around his neck and lean forward, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Wanna play hot or cold?” You offer and he immediately shakes his head at you before the two of you erupt into more giddy giggles.

[seokminfilm]

mystery of love | jeon wonwoo

🪄 pairing, jeon wonwoo x reader

🪄 warnings, non-idol au, fluff w a bit of angst, best friend's older brother trope, confession, mingyu is mentioned as wonwoo's sister's boyfriend, reader is a mess, open ending??

🪄 summary, sharing a bed with your best friend's older brother (who also doubles as your two-year crush) takes a turn for the better.

🪄 author's note, lots of people have been asking me for a part 2 to the professor wonwoo fic but i don't think i'm ever gonna write one, so here's my peace offering to you all 😭 ALSO this was WAYYY longer than i expected it to be BUT i still really like it!! i'm probably going to do a poll to see what type of fic lengths you all like...anyways, enjoy lyrnation! (and yes yuna is referencing the one and only @jjjjeonww 🤍)

🪄 now playing, mystery of love, sufjan stevens

🪄 word count, 2.1k | for @kstrucknet

"i've got to talk to you," yuna has a nervous look on her face, and you pull away from the conversation with mingyu, approaching her with a matching worry. "what's up?"

"so....apparently there's a mistake in the system," yuna sighs, walking up to you as you stare at her confused. "what do you mean by that?" you question nervously, and yuna sighs again, running a hand through her dark hair.

the four of you─you, your best friend, yuna, her boyfriend, mingyu, and her older brother (and your long-time crush), wonwoo─all went out of town to celebrate her acceptance into her dream college. she had been looking forward to the trip all semester, and now that she was out for a two-week break, the trip was underway.

everything was perfect on the way here─the weather was nice, the traffic was minimal, and the music wasn't that bad (mainly because wonwoo had the aux). even when you arrived at the upscale hotel, the vibe of the place was warm, and you couldn't wait to get in a warm bed and watch youtube to your heart's content.

apparently, that's not what was going to happen.

"the lady that helped us buy rooms swears up and down she has us paying for three, but the system only says we have two." yuna points to the recipt on her phone, clearly showing there were only two rooms reserved.

"so, what does that have to do with me?" you ask confusedly, and yuna glances at wonwoo, currently texting someone on his phone, listening to mingyu ramble half-heartedly.

"you and wonu are going to have to share a room." yuna coughs out, and you nearly squeal, eyes widening like saucers as you gasp loudly, directing the attention of a few patrons.

"share a room? with him? come on, yuna, you know i can't do that." you blush, rubbing the back of your neck shyly. yuna was aware of the two-year crush you've been harboring, and she's been overly supportive of it, doing everything in her power to push you together.

she was also aware of how shy you were when it came to her brother, and how complicated it made things when you were shy and wonwoo was usually closed off.

"this could be the night that finally sets it off for you too! plus, mingyu and i want to share a room tonight─" yuna pauses to sigh dreamily, to which you roll your eyes.

"wonwoo will kill mingyu if he does anything," you mutter under your breath, and yuna purposefully steps on your toes, earning a hiss from you.

"he's not going to know, so it doesn't matter." yuna states proudly, crossing her arms. "anyways─" she continues quickly. "─this could be the night that finally gets you and wonwoo together, and the lady at the desk is getting a bit pissy with how much mingyu and i have bothered her, so..."

yuna trails off, leaving you with a gobsmacked expression. imagine that: sharing a room with your best friend's brother who you also had a massive crush on. your night couldn't get more laughable than this.

"we'll take the rooms!" before you can stop yuna and beg her to not leave you with wonwoo, she's already taking the keys from the cranky lady, having mingyu take your luggage as the four of you reconvene.

"wonu, you don't mind sharing a room, right?" yuna asks her brother. wonwoo shrugs, his blank expression not very confirming as he nods. "i don't mind." his voice is still so shockingly deep, and it still makes you jump a little, hoping it wasn't noticeable.

(it was, as you saw wonwoo glance at you from the corner of his eye.)

"okay, cool! here's your room key! you two are right beside us, so just knock if you need anything! mingyu and i are gonna go for a snack." yuna hooks her arm into mingyu's muscled one, and you know your mouth is wide open, because mingyu mocks your expression before yuna pinches him, causing him to hiss to himself.

"why can't i go with you?" you plead, doing anything to stop yourself from having to stay behind with wonwoo─alone, mind you─and sleep in the same bed as him.

"this is a date, silly. it's for kim mingyu and jeon yuna only. are you one of those people?" mingyu teasingly asks, and you glare at him, eyes sharp as he chuckles. "that's what i thought."

"okay, now, bye!" yuna says quickly, giving you a not-so-discreet wink as she yanks mingyu back into the lobby.

now left alone in the awkwardly quiet hallway, wonwoo looks down at you. he's always towered over you, but now, it feels like he's gotten five inches taller (or it could just be the nervousness talking). his sharp eyes have hardly any emotion as he looks at you for a split second, and he just takes his backpack and your luggage in his arms, quietly heading to the room down the hall.

not knowing what else to do, you follow him from a distance, awkwardly fidgeting with your hoodie string as wonwoo fishes the key from his back pocket, unlocking the door with ease.

the two of you quietly pile into the nice furnished room, and wonwoo places your things down, backpack now on the floor as he yawns.

"you can go ahead and shower first, if you want. i can wait." wonwoo's voice is deep, bouncing off the walls of the room. you nod quickly, fishing through your drawstring backpack as you get your pajamas.

after your hot, ten-minute shower, you step out of the bathroom fully clean, quietly maneuvering your way around the room. wonwoo has his headphones in, reading a book as he sits on the bed. his posture is scarily straight, and so is his face─as if it's not 24/7.

his full lips are pressed shut, and his sharp eyes survey the pages slowly, taking in every word as he flips the pages a few minutes later. he's discarded his hat, short hair still scarily neat. wonwoo was really an attractive man, you thought to yourself. even if he didn't try to be, he was naturally distracting.

finally pulling yourself away from secretly admiring wonwoo's strong figure, you drop your clothes beside your suitcase, awkwardly grabbing your phone and climbing onto the bed.

wonwoo doesn't pull his attention away form his book once, and you sigh, preparing yourself for the worst as you pull up enough courage to tap his hand.

when you do so, it's soft and warm, making you blush at the tiny contact as wonwoo's eyes flick to yours. he takes his airpods out quickly, closing his book as he turns to you.

"are you done with your shower?" he asks simply, to which you nod.

"thanks for letting me go first, by the way. i was really tired, so it meant a lot." your words spill out from your lips faster than you want them too, and wonwoo cracks a small smile─a smile─at your blushed expression, nodding.

"no worries." wonwoo says, and you smile, watching him get up as he closes his book and places it on his bedside.

"oh, and wonwoo─" you start, surprised that the thought you were formulating in your head came out of your mouth. wonwoo stops short, turning back to face you as his piercing brown eyes lock with yours.

"i hope─i hope that you weren't offended by my overreaction or anything. i just..." you trail off, cheeks flaring hot as you sigh. "i didn't think we would have to share rooms. it just caught me off guard."

why were you specifying this? you didn't really know. you really did care so much about what wonwoo thought about you that even the natural reactions you had always had to be justified to wonwoo. you really were in love with this man─so in love it was painful to watch.

wonwoo shakes his head, cracking another small smile as his deep voice replies. "it's fine. i mean, yuna didn't really try that hard to fix the problem, and it was unexpected. i'm not hurt by it," wonwoo takes his glasses off, revealing that side of him you only rarely saw early in the morning or late at night.

"oh─oh, okay good." you hold an awkward thumbs up (why did you even hold that stupid thumb up?), and wonwoo matches your energy, holding your gaze for a bit longer before grabbing his sleeping clothes and heading into the bathroom.

sighing and considering suffocation by a pillow, you settle for just trying your hardest to go to sleep, closing your eyes and turning on rain sounds. you could deal with your racing heart tomorrow morning.

your heart did not wait until tomorrow morning.

your phone was dimmed, but even when you turned it on, it was too bright for you. glancing at your screen, you saw it was 12:15 am, and it felt like it too. the hotel was completely quiet, save for the distant hum of a tv and the crackling of the air conditioner.

wonwoo's sleeping beside you, breaths deep and steady as he stays bundled up under the blanket. his eyes are closed peacefully, lips still as he sleeps. he has an oversized shirt on and matching sweatpants, decently covered (thank god) but still comfortable.

sighing, you stare at him, saying nothing as you watch his slight movements. wonwoo really was a beautiful human being, sculpted perfectly by whatever higher being there could be. everything was perfect about him, from his thick eyebrows to his strong nose, and everything in between.

"are you okay?" wonwoo's voice is raspy and deep from disuse, and it makes you freeze in your bed, surprised and embarrassed.

"yeah, i'm okay. i just can't sleep," you sigh, and wonwoo turns on the lamp on his bedside table. it lights up the whole room in a warm, golden glow, and illuminates the dark room, which you're grateful for.

"me too. i guess all those energy drinks mingyu bought haven't worn off just yet." wonwoo rubs at his bare eyes, and you laugh, sighing into the sheets.

"why were you drinking all the ones mingyu wouldn't finish? i thought you were stopping the whole energy drink thing," you remark, and wonwoo doesn't say anything, looking at you as he weakly smiles.

"i did say that, didn't i?" he questions, and you laugh again, nodding. "you did."

the two of you laugh together, and the tension in the room seems to fall to nothing for just a split second. your heart is still hammering in your chest, but it's because you're happy. being with wonwoo in this moment doesn't feel like you were forced by your circumstance to sleep in the same bed with him. it feels domestic, in a way, natural in the way you're looking at wonwoo like he hung the stars in the sky.

for the past two years, you had always wondered why you had a crush on jeon wonwoo. he was completely different from your best friend and your usual type─he was quiet, studious, low-energy, and emotionally stable. wonwoo was rarely moved by outside factors and always seemed to keep to himself, minding his own business and going his own way when he felt he needed to.

you had finally found why you loved him so much tonight, in this moment.

wonwoo was everything you needed in your life─you needed someone to bring balance, and he was perfect for the job. you admired him for who he was and admired him because he was what you wanted to be. you wanted wonwoo because he made you want yourself. he made you want yourself to be the best person you could be.

for yuna, for him, and for most importantly─yourself.

"you're thinking about something." wonwoo says softly, voice deep and pressing as you nod slightly, inhaling and exhaling. "i am."

"i'm thinking..." you trail off, rethinking everything. you could lay everything down right here, telling wonwoo how you feel. so many things could change from tonight─change from right now, or you could ignore it all, going back to the way it was before.

why would you do that? you've gotten so far now.

"i'm thinking about how much i love you." your voice is barely a whisper, and you swallow, eyes filling with tears as you finally mutter the words you had been waiting to mutter for two years.

"i'm thinking about how much i love you and want to be with you." you add, and wonwoo turns to face you, eyes so soft they feel like feathers dancing across your skin.

"i was thinking of the same thing." wonwoo says lowly, smiling at you. his arm is just inches away from yours, and you know it too, growing the courage to reach out and hold his hand.

your hand fits in wonwoo's perfectly, and at that moment, you feel like a piece of you is finally complete.

[buqbite]

loved the 2.3 scene where they bickered like petty little kids

[motherearthlovesus]

staying at theo nott’s over the summer

you’ve been staying at theo’s parents’ estate over the summer holidays for a few weeks now, it’s a huge house with not enough people to fill it. you don’t mind though since it gives you plenty of peace and privacy with your boyfriend. you knew he was rich but you had never known how rich until you arrived here. everyday had been almost the exact same routine, not that it bothered you. this was the most relaxed you’d been all year. the mornings were quiet and often spent picking fruit in their orchard or picking out the days book & matching bikini. his parents were gone most of the time, leaving theo cocky enough to try and fuck you in every corner of the house, inside and out. the tennis court, the pool, the couch, the sauna, the kitchen, the terrace, the garden and the kitchen. while you admired his (constant) efforts, all you could really muster up the energy to do was sunbathe by the pool with pansy. it was supposed to be your holiday too after all. the italian sun was giving you a gorgeous golden glow that made theo drool all over his dinner each night- which, luckily, his parents were too self-absorbed to ever notice. most nights after dessert you and theo go out to the pool house, where pansy and draco were staying, to share a joint or two. you giggle and laugh for hours into the night with smoke hanging thickly in the still summer air, until theo starts to see your red eyes droop - that’s when he knows it’s time to call it a night. he walks with you, hand in hand, up to the bedroom you’ve been sharing. he tucks you in, kisses you on the forehead and walks to the bathroom to brush his teeth before bed. as he turns the tap on, the sound of steadily flowing water sends you off to a peaceful sleep, content to do it all again tomorrow.

🌞🍸🍊🌊 (moodboard link)

[marypsue]

Man, it's cool and all if you see a metaphor for marginalisation in the monstrous, and if you want the power fantasy of 'what if you could just eat anybody who threatened you/pissed you off'. Me too.

However, as soon as you start saying 'no, these monsters are a 1:1 on Specific Marginalised Group, and you have to treat them in the fiction like they are directly representative of real human members of the marginalised group', BUT you also, in the fiction, make them hurt/kill/eat humans? And then try to shame me, your audience, for noticing or engaging with the bit where they kill people, because you made them directly representative of a real-world marginalised group? You have lost me, and also, I think, the plot.

[alicornze7]

Ribbun week - Day6: Fluff

I’m not dead (yet)

ribbun week? More like ribbun month haha get it- ok I’ll stop

You know how goose said it has been a while since the last time he got a hug? Things to think about…

To clarify, they are moonwatching on a balcony of sorts in the timeskip, I just never bothered shading it since it’ll ruin the lineart

Last thing the plushie is an object she holds dear since it resembles her childhood family cat *headcanon*

You’ll get to see more of that sometime in the future:)

[theorphicangel]

complaining to bf! sukuna in college au about how heavy your bag is becuase you packed so much for your classes and he gives you a lecture on how you have no one else to blame but yourself.

but later on you find him not so subtly trying to hold your bag for you, a deadpan expression on his face and he snaps at you when you stare at him for too long or ask what he's doing.

'what does it look like? i'm holding your shit.'

[p3ndeja6]

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

skz x fem! reader

megan thee stallion songs (lyrics) inspired

content: porn without plot, ok maybe semi-plot, p in v, unprotected, creampie (hella), switch, dom, sub, established and non established relationships, jealousy, infidelity (Lee know part), and some other freaky stuff that I can’t remember, freaky in general

a/n: finally got this shit out the archives, lowkey ass but I’ve been out this game for like months so..

word count: 2.6k

lazily-proof read

Hyung line

BangChan

big ole freak

“I wanna fuck in the mirror, I like to look at your face when you in it”

it’s been hours already and you and bangchan are still going at it. not sure what lead to this part but it’s still going.. at this point, movements had gradually took you over by the vanity, a large brown mirror that 180 the entire room. Currently in front of it, tears streaming down your face as you refuse to look at the way chan had your hair in his hand pulling on it

skin clapping against your ass, holding onto the edge of the drawer. Moaning and whining at the feeling of how chan was giving no mercy. He laughed in a low tone, almost condescending.

“Cmon pretty, look up, see how you fall apart for me” he grunts pulling your hair for you to look at yourself in the mirror, you give in and open your eyes, looking at how pathetic you looked under his grip. You yelped at the tug, panting and feeling the heat of embarrassment rise up to your ear tips.

“atta girl, so beautiful, you look so perfect-“ he pushes himself harder, making you moan and lean against the drawer, “- crying for me, pleading with those big eyes of yours”

“fuck chan-“ you moan out “kiss me please” you whimpered quietly. He loved dominating you but melted like butter when you talked to him like that when all he did was murder your pussy. He grabs your chin nicely, making you turn to him almost at an uncomfortable angle. He kisses you so passionately, moving his tongue across your lips, allowing him to get access now inside your mouth. Getting nasty and sloppy.

You were starting to feel that knot in your stomach tighten, you let go of the kiss and make your head fall back down. concentrating on keeping it in, “my pretty girl wants to come already?” you let out a cry whimper, his soft dominate voice pushing you to the edge. quietly, almost lower then a whisper. “please.. please” he chuckled, knowing exactly what you meant

his hands that were placed on your hips, now grip even hard, holding you so steady, almost as if you were inanimate. the sticky,sweaty,skin slapping against each other. The way you can feel him pound into you as his balls smack against your ass.

“I’m so-so close baby” he whines, turning submissive. You bit your lip, knowing when he begins to falter that dominate persona, it breaks you. You prop your elbows up to look at you and chan from the mirror, biting you lip.

"me too baby, please come for me, i want it inside" you whimpered. Looking at him through the mirror, smirking, hair sticking to your face.

that was his breaking point because he gripped you sides so hard, pounded into you a couple of times and then released inside your cunt. you following right after.

holding you in place as you both try to catch your breath. After a few moments, he pulled out slowly, almost as if it hurt both of you, leaving you empty, feeling the warm liquid drip down the back of your thigh.

you finally are back to reality and your legs gave out, you hold onto the dresser again.

chan quickly holds on to you, chuckling.

“I got you baby”

Minho

Thot Shit

"He got a girl, but he begging to see me"

It’s been months since Minho cut you off. You guys were just friends with benefits and he saw you nothing more than that. You had some unresolved feelings for him but it never came to mind as much until after he cut you off. Told you it was over because he, quote

“found someone new, someone worth it”

ouch…

obviously you had no other choice but to move on.. technically..

He was never technically your boyfriend to begin with. So you had no right to feel upset, though you wished he saw you as “worth it”

On a random Thursday night, around 11:26 pm, you were feeling quite mischievous, you were starting to miss Minho, missing his touch, his dick, all of it

You knew he had a girlfriend but you honestly didn’t give a fuck. you started to send explicit pics to Minho on random hours of the night..

at first he never answered, until you sent him a video of you and someone else, quick video of the other guy fucking into you senseless.. though that video was quite old, you knew you had to pull it out the archives to make Minho break.

which he did… he broke…

“what the fuck y/n????”

“my bad”

a few weeks later since that text, he never replied and you thought that was the end of it. you decided maybe it was time to move on, or what not.

though you didn’t try to but the feeling of moving was there.

It was 11:16pm on a Thursday night, you were in your living room, freshly showered, watching a Disney original movie. Living in serenity in the comfort of your home. Until there was a knock on your door

you didn’t plan to invite anyone over, so you were cautious when checking the peephole. To your surprise it was Minho. you weren’t sure whether to be excited or nervous, because it’s been months since you’ve seen him last.

you opened the door and and quirked an eyebrow to him standing there in front of your door. you wanted to laugh but kept it in

“can I help you?” you said teasingly, he looked up at you, eyes dark, full of desire, temptation.. “yeah you can actually” you look at him giving him a subtle look of surprise. “I need you… I needed to see you… please”

“In what way” “you know what way”

he comes in your apartment, closing the door, looking at you so full of temptation.

“you know you shouldn’t be here, you got a girlfriend now, she can fill in these desires for you”

“she doesn’t feel the same as you” he doesn’t say more but just goes straight towards you, smashing his lips against yours. you were surprised by his move, but you didn’t take too long to react to his kiss

lips moving hungrily, Minho holds you tight, guiding you towards your bedroom, his feet almost moving in muscle memory.

he pushes you down in your bed, looking down at you, his eyes practically x-rays looking through your clothes.

in a quick swift motion, he takes your sleeping shorts of, small scoff comes out of him when he sees you weren’t wearing any panties.

“naughty girl…” he smirked.. caresses your thighs, rubbing them until his hands lead him to your wet, thumping cunt.

You were getting hot, missed this.. you missed him.. his fingers brush against yours wet folds, giving them gently swipes. Your breath hitching, making your head fall back, while you hold yourself with your elbows.

his fingers creep inside of you, making you let out a moan. he smiles, pumping his fingers deeper, and faster. The welching of your pussy making it clear in the already quiet room, with the distant sound of the Disney original you were watching in the living room still going.

your thin tank top sliding down making your tits pop out, having to hold onto something, you grab one and squeeze needing more sensations. he leans over to look down at you. “look at me” he says, moving his free hand to grab your chin. “I wanna see your face when my fingers make you cum”

this was sending you over, his fingers going at a dangerous speed, angling his fingers, hitting that gushy spot real good. Moving one of your free hands to grip his shoulder, your jaw dropping open, letting out desperate whiny moans.

you felt that knot getting tight, “Minho… fuck…please.. I’m gonna-” “let go"

with that, he takes his fingers off quickly, making you whine out loud from the emptiness of his fingers, you look at him and he was unbuckling his jeans quickly to take out his dick out.

“fuck… sorry but I need to be inside of you” he positioned himself in front of you, not waiting one second to go faster. Pounding in you, holding your hands down, looking down at you.

“I ain’t… fuck… I ain’t forget about that…video you sent…”

you were too dumb fucked to try to remember what the hell he was talking about. his voice more stern “hey look at me….you let… some guy fuck.. you like that?” He says in between thrusts.. each sentence would pound you harder, emphasizing his anger for you being with some other guy like that

“this is…. my pussy… I don’t share” He kept pushing himself harder, breathing heavily by your ear. You felt that tip hit your spot so good. Making your legs wrap around his waist. Wanting him so much closer.

“fuck… what..mmh…about it?” you knew this would get him more worked up. “what about it?… imma show you what I’m about”

his hips snapping against you, the skin slapping, and the wet welching sounds being louder then the actual tv.

gripping his back, nails scratching him all his backside. You were breathing heavily, moaning into his ear. “I’m gonna… Minho..” “me..too”

“do it inside me..”

Changbin

Ungrateful

“Legs to the head of the bed ‘cause I’m flexible”

Changbin just came from the gym, all sweaty and hot. You expected him to hop (cameo) in the shower when he got home but the first thing he did was go towards you and attacking you with desperate,needy kisses

you knew where these kisses lead you guys.

“Mm.. fuck.. you feel so good.. but I need more of you”

he says as he pushes your legs over his shoulders. Balls deep. You were a moaning mess, gripping onto the headboard.

headboard hitting the wall rhythmically, denting the wall in that one same spot over again.

pornographic moans coming out that pretty mouth he loves so much.

“god baby… you’re taking me..so mm.. so well” he says gripping onto your hips, brusiningly good. No thought was going on in your head.

“mm bin.. fuck.. right there!” you cried out

he couldn’t help himself, his speed making you get light headed. He kept pushing your legs further up,taking his so well. His fat tip hitting your spot so deliciously good, every thrust he makes, letting out a whiny moan.

gripping his broad,strong shoulder; you were close. “Bin.. gonna..” “hold it”

he wasn’t done with you yet. you cried out a moan. You didn’t know how much you had left to hold it. your stomach started to cramp by the pressure of his strong body leaning over you, pushing your legs further.

the creaky bed springs getting louder with every movement on the bed. headboard hammering into the wall.

“look at me baby, let me see how pretty you look while deep inside you”

you looked at him, doe, glossy, eyes looking up at him. mouth open as you moan out his name. you’re hands now holding onto your thighs. he looked so pretty as he fucked deep into you

“I’m so in love with you” he thrust harder

“I love you I love you” you cried out, like a prayer

he smiled down at you, those words pushing him closer to the edge, his hips getting sloppier

you knew he was close to his climax

“let me do it inside” he panted out, you shook your head yes immediately, wanting all of him so deep inside you. Didn’t care that you could end up having his baby from this.

“plesee.. do it.. inside of me.. need it inside”

his head falls back as his deep thrusts finish him, shooting his nut inside of you. You followed by squirting all over his cock. letting out the loudest orgasm yet with him. he holds his position a few seconds after you both finish. Slowly putting your legs down.

you wince a bit in pain,he looks at you amused

“you’re so flexible baby”

Hyunjin

crybaby

“moaning like a bitch when he hit this pussy”

you don’t do relationships. everyone knew that. as much as you keep telling hyunjin that. He can’t help but keep coming back to you

he begs you for him to let him hit. You’d be lying if you told him you didn’t want him to

He was too fine for you to reject his advances. That because whenever he hits, he gets whiny and desperate for you. begging you to let him nut inside of you. Always end up telling him to nut on your stomach

“mm..fuck.. y/n pleas… let me do it inside”

your back arching back, his long dick all up in your guts. “Mm .. no Hyunjin” you moaned out

he leans over you, next to your right ear, moaning and whining. Praising hold good your pussy feels.

“fuck y/n..you feel so good..” he couldn’t help himself but slide his fingers from your stomach down to your clit. rubbing it as he’s balls deep inside you. the overstimulation getting to you. Head getting dizzy, feeling so good.

“fuck hyunnie” you moaned out, arching your back all the way. His other arm holding onto you as your back is arched, angling you as he fucks you, and rubs you good. Your arms cover your eyes, feeling that feeling in your stomach get tight.

he thirsts harder and faster, he looks down at your fucked out state. Watching your titties bounce a bit from his thrust movements. Mesmerized by how you looks so ethereal like this, letting him do this to you. He felt good knowing that you don’t do relationships, let alone let some guy fuck you the way he is.

he loves you but he has never said anything. You’ve made it clear that you don’t do boyfriends, all is casual. Though since you two started fucking, to him it felt like more then casual. hang outs feel like dates, nights like these feel more then just fucking to him

the pleasure was getting too much too you, you were so close. He felt how close you were by the squeeze you did on his cock. moaning out loud at the feelings of you squeezing harder on him.

he loved your pussy, he loves eating it, fucking it, fingering it, all of it.

“mm.. so.. so close hyunnie” you let out. You were so drunk on his cock you didn’t even know what you said within the few seconds.

“fuck Hyunjin..” gripping onto him as he pounds harder.

“nut in me… i need all of you inside”

this set him off completely, pounder ungodly fast. Quickly busting his seed deep inside of you, you following after cumming all on his dick, moaning so loud, still heavy in endorphins

“fuck.. I love you” you say heavy breathing, trying to catch your breath.

he freezes and looks at you, seeing how pretty you look in the sex glow. Baby hairs sticking to your sweaty forehead, chest falling up and down from you trying to catch your breath. your legs were shaking at this point.

you pull him towards you, kissing him passionately. You’ve never done that before after sex. This kiss felt more then after other times you’ve guys fooled around.

felt real, more feelings were being said with this kiss. He didn’t hesitate but kissed you back, holding your head with his hand, expressing his true feelings to you.

“I love you too”

[laiiaaa]

gushing over bf Carmy and he doesn’t even know how sexy he isssss :(((

Carmen—finally—has off from work tonight. Which means it’ll be relaxing for once in the past couple weeks, having time spent with you and you alone, cuddling over a movie, kissing between soft conversations, half-attentive before he’ll finally scoop you up and take you to bed.

But that’s for later.

Right now, though, he emerges in the living room ready for the movie you’d asked him to watch with you. You perk up at his entry and turn around to lean against the back of the couch, caught in a kiss before he starts telling you…well, you can’t seem to keep up.

All that’s on your mind is Carmy Carmy Carmy, so much so that whatever he’s saying doesn’t process, a wave of awe clouding your mind. You get lost in his image for a broad moment, doing little else other than admiring the stretch of his tee against his chest and biceps that tug the fabric just right, the sinew of his forearms tensing as he grips the back of the couch; his curls freshly washed hours earlier, still styled loosely before stressed bouts straighten them, stragglers suspended by his brow bone that charming way you remember when you first met; gray sweats handing loose on his hips, a little less so at the front to make you drool. He looks good, so so painfully good, and he doesn’t even know it. He’s not even trying.

“You listenin’, baby?” You only hear him when he tilts your chin up with his index and thumb—gently, to guide your attention back. “Baby?”

And your head follows, but your eyes still linger along his tensed forearms before they finally acknowledge his words and meet his gaze. “Hm?”

He smiles softly. “Spacin’ out, huh?”

“Sorry—” You bite at your lip. “You’re just so handsome,” you tell him as you look your arms around his neck. “It’s distracting.”

He starts to blush. “Yeah, okay.” But his hands smooth down your back anyway, pausing along the curve of your ass before an adoring squeeze.

“I’m serious, Carmy,” you coo, tugging him down for another kiss and teasing your nails along the nape of his neck. “Most handsome man ever.” One hand cups his jaw before another peck. “And the sweetest,” another smooch to his cheek, “and the prettiest,” and the other side, “and the sexiest,” again to his temple—

“Okay, baby,” he starts, flushed to his neck, but you beat him to the punch—

“And the best boyfriend ever,” you quip, extra sharp before you soothe it with a languid kiss to his lips, smiling against him as his hands run along your spine, slowing you down to sweet kisses until your forehead meets his. “You’re just the best, Bear.” And another, because you can’t help yourself when he looks like this. “So kind, the best chef ever, and so strong…” You bring your hands to paw at his arms again, “So so handsome, and you’re all mine—”

He scoffs, trying to bite back that gush of his heart, that rush of blood down south that has him pressed into the couch. “I think I get it, baby.” Gentle smooch to your forehead. “Thank you.”

You groan and sit on your heels, dragging your hands down his chest, to his middle, then closer to his waistband. Looking up at him with doe eyes and plush pout, you ask, “Take me to bed, Carmy…”

He huffs. “Thought we were watchin’ a movie tonight?”

“Want you t’fuck me instead…” Teasing a little lower, your fingertips graze behind the fabric. “Please?”

And if he thought he was hiding it before, he’s really giving himself away now: head lolling forward with a heady sigh, weight leaning into the couch as his blush spreads to his neck; mind swirling at the thought of you touching him, whining his name some more, pleading with that same pout as he’s making you come beneath him.

In no time he’s bent over to scoop you up from the couch, your giggles ringing in his ear while he carries you to the bedroom.

What, did you expect him to say no to you asking him so sweetly? The movie can wait. It’s your fault for getting him all worked up, anyway.

[beangfrisky]

round two

singledad!atsumu invites you to join him and his daughter for a tour of your new town when you're finally settled in next door. he and his baby girl sat down the night before and made a game plan of what all to do in crayons together.

singledad!atsumu knocks on your door with a coffee in hand just for you. he even remembered you like your lattes extra sweet which you only mentioned once in your first conversation over a week ago.

singledad!atsumu opens the passenger side door for you as his daughter leans up from the back seat to show you the map of town she drew. while he drives you hold out the crayon drawing in front of you and pretend to direct atsumu using your new map.

singledad!atsumu spends most of the day shooting not so sneaky glances your way. the stop of the tour involving ice cream was especially hard for him to keep his gaze away from your lips.

singledad!atsumu drops you off at your doorstep with a shopping bag full of touristy souvenirs and gifts from your day of adventure. with his daughter holding one hand, he uses his other to hold your jaw still as he leans in for a quick kiss on the cheek.

the blush he earned is more than enough to keep the smile on his face for a few days.

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