#don't TEASE me like this /lh

[technologyvoid]

i made something for you but it turnde out not good At All so I dunno if i wanna give it to you anymore

Anon I promise it doesn't have to be good

You made thing for me? I wanna see it

[necrotic-nephilim]

I know you like Young Justice 98 so I have to ask what you think of my favorite problematic girl Greta Hayes.

I LOVE GRETA SO MUCH.

Greta Hayes is my favorite bbygirl ever. i think her backstory is super interesting and i wish DC had done more with the whole Warder concept, exploring other Warders and what her relationship could've been with them. i just love the like. duality of her? the way she appears pretty shy and timid but has this really deep, explosive anger to her. she's a hot mess and i love her dearly, she can do no wrong in my eyes. the only moment i didn't like with her was when she and Steph fought, but i blame that more on the writers bc "two girls must have a crush on the cool main character and fight over him" just happens a lot in comics.

i lost my shit when Stargirl: Lost Children brought Greta back. i'm so happy she's back around and i think Lost Children was an interesting plot to explain the concept of all of these teenage heroes and sidekicks getting lost to comic book limbo. i wish Anita had also been in Lost Children but, i'm happy for the scraps of Greta we got bc if you'd asked me before if we would ever see her again, i would've said probably not. i hope the New Golden Age stuff does more with her and i'm delusional that we'll see her reunite with Young Justice, or at the very least Bart, since that's who she mentions being friends with in Lost Children.

i do ship her with Tim, i fear. i think her crush on him was really cute and how much faith she had in him. and him being the one who was able to talk out of working with Darkseid? just very cute vibes. i do also like GretaSteph, but GretaTim is rlly fun and i wish we had more content of it. whether it be an unrequited love situation where she has to watch him grow up while she's trapped as her age in this life/death limbo, or them actually trying to make it work. i crave to use her more in fanfic, i just haven't thought of stories to easily slot her into yet.

anyway, i love her, she's a doll, she should've been in Young Justice (2019), begging DC to do something with her now that she's officially back in the continuity. give her a mini or something pls DC my kingdom for content of my dumb angry ghost child.

[sonippep-hohu]

Speaking of Sugary Spire, I was chatting with my girlfriend about the old lore of it? Like, Im sure most ppl know the lore was Peppino and Noise swapping places specifically because of an Incident and they get amnesia and go crazy. (A general summary--) And I admitted to her that like... I don't like that lore? hdfhf It's for fun and for goofs, not meant to be that deep. But like, there's so many aus lately where "person gets concussed and gets amnesia" or somethin and it's boring to me. Amnesia aus are boring to me-- and I also mentioned to her that I think Pizzano and Pizzelle are so separated from Peppino and Noise - as their own characters - for them to be specified to "used to be them but they just snapped one day." Does that make any sense? Like it's an au, I don't expect that they USED to be the OG Peppino and Noise - they're new people! they're SWAPPED places because that's just what their universe is like! That's how it works in my mind, anyway... Pizzelle and Pizzano are more unique now.

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

the bore next door (j.ww)

Jeon Wonwoo is not dull, nor is he the clean and polite neighbor that your mother assumed he was when she set you up on this awful date. 

or the one where wonwoo takes you home on the first date and renders you unable to walk, hoping to god that you don’t expose him to your parents.

ao3 | minors dni! | kindly leave feedback and reblog, i will kiss your forehead so fucking fast if you do. 

WORDCOUNT― 8.8k

PAIRING― wonwoo x afab reader

CONTENT― strangers to fucking immediately to the possibility of dating later, reader is a teacher but this is not a school setting, mocking and making fun, sneaky sex, flirting and bullying in the same instance, cocky wonwoo, um…they’re kind of competitive in bed

WARNINGS― small mention of other teachers cheating on their spouses (very tiny mention), the resistance of pressure to fall in love/have children

NOTE― I repurposed an old wip for this because putting this mf in the main role hit harder than it should have. that being said, don’t expect me to write men often like this, i just thought it would be neat to make him take control. this is not proof read.

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[loverdotpng]

I unfortunately have another crush on a blond bisexual

[seelestia]

you’re doing a really good job at reigniting my kazuha kisser era,, it’s working oh my god. HELP KAZUYONA SO REAL SO TRUE AAA 💕

PFFT OFC <3 also help i’m literally loving my theme sm 🫂 my pinned post, it’s the best one i’ve ever done i am so proud i think i have tears in my mouf. (/hj)

yes pure luck, my braincells were not working at that time because i was sleep deprived and.. surviving off of coffee. omg!! hoping the best for you too 🧚 (hate when that happens - do not fret! for the math gods will shine their luck upon you /lh). real, go for the kneecaps 🫵 (/hj)

NOOOO MY SKRUNKLY 😠 omg.. share 🤲 gib. (/lh) hoyoverse for everybody wanting more, they totally planned that 🙄. the gacha gods absolutely hate me.. show me mercy por favor 🙏 (not rly, one of my friends is never online - and the other one is literally so done w pinging her 😭 /hj)

YEAHH FLINGING IT ACROSS HIS FACE RN!! how dare he. (/j) BYE the major difference between the typing in your asks, and the typing in the chat ai. omg yes! my favorite is the golden shrimp balls <3 it looks rly yummy, and i’m a huge shrimp fan 🧚

🌀 oooo you wanna kiss kazuha (again) so bad ooooo 🌀

YOUR THEME IS SUPER COOL like really, really cool so heck yeah, be proud! (/g) i wanna wipe away your tears but at the same time, i'm looking at your theme like a crazy person in an art museum too so i'll look like a hypocrite if i wipe em. (/lh) but honestly tho, your herta theme >>> which reminds me that honkai star rail is gonna release soon and i am holding onto the edge of my seat. 🍿

do you have your eyes set on any pookies there yet (/j) for me, i am looking respectfully at gepard bcs he looks like the loud enforcer who's actually clumsy and dense.

i just finished all my exam papers yesterday, actually!! some tears were shed but alas, i can finally rest. i even got back some of my marks already and thank goodness i scored well in linguistics again (will the time ever come when i reveal that i have a writing blog to my friend group irl /j) 😵‍💫 i still am not much of a coffee liker, but make sure to consume your caffeine healthily!! GO GET EM, YONZ!!! GOOD LUCK 🤭

wanderer is not only a skrunkly, but also a snookums skrunkle wunkle pookie bear love bug (being cringe for him for him and him only /lh)!! why is he so aaaaaaa. OOOO, DID YOU GET NAHIDA?? PRAYING, PRAYING. also yon, look.... tighnari found you, hehe. (get it?? because your url is @/viparyas and—)

THE WAY YOU KEPT PINGING YOUR FRIEND, HELP??? how to bang pots and pans but in discord: demonstrated by yona LMAOOOO go bother your amigas, yona, i'm enabling you!! 🤭 AND WHY WOULD YOU COMMENT ON THE DIFFERENCE. i was in my therapist protag era, okay 😞 (/j) the urge to suddenly call him beloved in the middle of the convo is STRONG. now, now, show me yours 😈

[tyunni]

┈➤ I LIKE YOU SO MUCH!!! (when ENHYPEN like you...)

enhypen masterlist | library

genre: fluff, fluff, fluff! warnings: i'm not sure if any specific gender is mentioned but keep in mind i do tend to usually write fem!reader, enha r kinda losers, mentions of being drunk in jakes part, isnt proofread so if you see any mistakes.... oh well! wc: 2.6k+

a/n: good lord, i haven't written anything in MONTHS so i'm a bit rusty 😭 i started writing maknae line first im p sure you can tell i put more effort in them and then i started getting tired, sorry😭😭😭

☆ — LEE HEESEUNG

who would've thought the cool, the chill, the awesome lee heeseung would end up being such a loser. a lovestruck, foolishly in love loser.

your fingers lightly grazed his hand when you walked past him in the hallway today, a touch that lasted a mere second, yet heeseung's heart exploded, and so did his friends' group chat when he boasted about your interaction like you had just asked his hand in marriage. he knows being lovesick is lame, but so what?! he can't help that he melts into a pink puddle of adoration whenever you make small talk, or when he closes his eyes an image of you pops into his head and makes his palms feel sweaty. yes, he feels his knees go weak at the mere mention of your name, and he's willing to endure his younger friends teasing him every time they spot you hanging out with your own group of friends.

so what if you're the only thing on his mind every second of his day. it's completely normal to make playlists for your crush, giggle, and roll around in your bed when you let the lyrics sink in and fill your head with the thoughts of the one you desire.

it's also totally normal of him to write down little compliments on a piece of paper and put them on your desk when you're not looking. he giggles like a little girl when you open the note and read not even a third fraction of what heeseung truly thinks of you and wishes to tell you one day. his smile grows wider when you finally read the initials written on the note, LHS, and you look over to his desk with your cheeks dusted pink, widened eyes looking into heeseung's.

(rest of the members under the cut!!)

☆ — PARK JONGSEONG

jay is very fond of you, he accepted that quite quickly. you're cute. he likes cute stuff, that's something new he has discovered since he started to fancy you.

"jay, are you serious?" - riki turned towards the older with a blank face, tired of his friends new shopping addiction, - "you have like 4 hello kitty stuffed toys in your bedroom, you don't need another one."

ah, innocent, naive riki. he doesn't know having a crush makes one forget about any form of rationality and make every decision without giving it another thought. jay is the number one victim of the 'everything reminds me of them' disease, he feels every wrinkle of his brain smoothen whenever he thinks of you, so it's not a surprise that he can't control his hand as he swipes his credit card and buys himself another plushie with a lovestruck grin on his face.

"are you even listening to me?" - the younger complains, jabbing jay's arm with his elbow to get at least a little reaction out of him. if anything else but you were on jay's mind this would've worked and he would've scolded riki by now, talking his ear off about how annoying he is, clicking his tongue and rolling his eyes at his childishness. but it doesn't work.

"you're such a cheeseball, y/n has made you soft, jay, she's ruining you!"

but riki's words fall on deaf ears the second jay's eyes land on another cute stuffed animal that had reminded him of you as he grabs his friend's arm roughly and drags him into yet another store.

☆ — SIM JAEYUN

oh, he's down bad. jake would do anything for you. yes, even walking all the way from his house to the party you were at just to pick you up and walk you home, making sure you reach your house safely.

you called him in the middle of the night, the buzzing of his phone waking jake up. he groaned at the brightness of his screen flashing his newly opened eyes, yet at the sight of your name he rubbed the sleepiness off them, quickly picking up your call.

"jake, i'm drunk!"

and that's all it took for him to jump out of his bed and run towards his destination. surely enough you were waiting outside for him, a big smile growing on your face at the sight of him.

sure, he was extremely tired and out of breath, his voice was still groggy from waking up around 10 minutes ago, the cold, chilly night yet to have its effect on him and wake him up completely, yet he still let you ride on his back when you started complaining about how your heels hurt your feet.

you had been talking to him about something, even though you had no idea what you were saying with the way your words were slurred, your voice muffled by his jacket. jake was nodding his head, humming after a few sentences to make sure you knew he was listening, even though he didn't know what he was listening to. you started off by talking about the party, and somewhere along the way you got lost in your own words and so did jake. his soft hums and the steady rhythm of his feet lulled you to sleep, and when he felt your eyelashes close against the nape of his neck, your breath falling onto his skin as your cheek rested further upon his shoulder is when he finally let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head, stopping in his tracks to close his eyes and think to himself:

"fuck, i love her, don't i?"

☆ — PARK SUNGHOON

sunghoon is desperately in love with you. he can't help it, butterflies swarm his stomach when he thinks about you, a sheepish grin makes its way onto his features when you talk to him, his eyes dart across your face every chance he gets so he can burn every second spent with you right into his memory.

"sunghoon, do you think this looks good or should i try on the blue sweater?"

to be completely honest, even if you wore a trash bag he'd think you looked gorgeous, and he hadn't been paying attention to any outfit you had shown him so far, your smile which grew wider with each compliment he gave you the only thing on his mind.

"you look beautiful, y/n."

"oh, come on, sunghoon! you've been telling me this about every outfit!" - you groan, yet a grin is still plastered on your face at his sweet words, "you have to help me!"

sunghoon tries, he really tries to hold himself back. his teeth sink into his tongue in hopes of biting back the words that were about to slip out, yet they still do. and so does his little secret.

"it's not my fault i'm in love with you!"

☆ — KIM SUNOO

sunoo is a sweet guy. everyone likes him: the teachers, the students, his friends, and complete strangers. his smile is contagious, his face is soft and beautiful, his eyes crinkle up when he smiles, and he's kind, helpful, friendly. who wouldn't like him? well, you, apparently.

it's not that he's intrigued by your cold attitude towards him, he's simply determined to make you like him just like everyone else. it's quite difficult to get to know you though, you don't speak to anyone except a select few. if your friends don't come to school you usually sit alone, either mindlessly scribbling in your notebook, or sleeping. you always have that look on your face. one of pure boredom, uninterest, that "why are you even talking to me" face.

sunoo thinks it's stupid. how could you not be thrilled to talk to the people around you? how is it even possible to not want to get to know everyone, to grow your circle, have new people to talk to and share experiences with.

you know who sunoo is. everyone knows who sunoo is. when he walks past you down the hallway he's always waving at someone, stopping in his tracks a few times to have a little small talk, then quickly picking up his pace once the bell rings so he gets to make it in time for class. it doesn't matter if he's late though, the teachers adore him like he's their own son, and he hasn't gotten a single second of detention. sunoo has the sunshine privilege. that's unfair. you don't like when things are unfair. you don't like the sunshine privilege. you don't like sunoo.

so you avoid him.

but he somehow still finds his way back to you.

"she totally hates you, dude, get over it," - sunghoon groans, shoving another loaf of bread into his mouth, and threatening to shove some into sunoo's mouth so he stops talking about you for the fifth time today.

"but why?! i didn't even do anything to her, i tried talking to her every single day since she moved here, i'm nice, i'm helpful, i'm a great guy, what am i doing wrong?!" - the younger boy whines into his palms, head buried in his hands, trying to come up with a way to win you over.

one of his other friends chimes into the conversation, taking a seat in between his friends and playfully wrapping his arm around sunoo, - "it's okay, man, there must be a way to get your little crush to like you!"

sunoo whips his head towards the boy, eyebrows furrowed so deeply that you'd think they'd merge into one another any second. - "heeseung, it's not a crush!"

sunghoon chuckles at his oblivious friend, - "is too!"

"... is it?"

you are kinda cute. your attitude, although not sunoo's style, makes you look even more adorable. you have pretty lips too, although you're always frowning. he thinks you'd look better with the corners of your lips turned upwards though. he wants to see you smile. he wants to make you smile. he wants to make you his.

☆ — YANG JUNGWON

jungwon thinks he's a pretty chill guy. he's always been levelheaded. most of the time he's the only levelheaded person in the room, to be completely honest. he knows what to say and when to say it. although he resembles a cat, the saying "cat got your tongue" had never applied to him. so why is he standing in front of you, his crush, ready to have his very first conversation with you, without a single word coming out of his mouth?

"oh, hey! jungwon, right?" - you ask, sending a soft smile his way.

you know his name. you know his name. you know his name.

"huh? yeah... i'm jungwon. um..." - his confident smile fades instantly when it really sinks in that he has no idea what to say to you. he always knows what to say, how could this happen to him?! this is ridiculous. if he weren't standing in front of you right now he'd slap himself in hopes of rattling his brain somehow.

your eyebrows furrow at the awkward silence taking over, - "do you need anything, jungwon?"

his name falls past your lips so gracefully that if hearing you say his name followed with the three words he wants to say to you the most means he must sell his every worldly possession, he will. but he can't tell you that. he can't tell you how pretty your eyes are either, he can't tell you that he wants to hold your hand, or wrap his arms around you and keep you in his warm embrace for a little while. or how he wants to bury his head in the crook of your neck and bask in your warmth, or that you're the most beautiful person he has ever laid his eyes on and it'd be an honor to take you out on a date. yeah, he definitely can't say that.

"you're the most beautiful person i've ever laid my eyes on, it'd be an honor to take you out on a date..."

it's over. he's a goner.

the way you twiddle with your fingers at his confession goes completely unnoticed despite his big round eyes growing wider at his own words. he's too far gone to see how a warm smile had made its way onto your face.

"sure, i'd love to!"

it's not over. in fact, it's just getting started.

☆ — NISHIMURA RIKI

riki is quite good at hiding his crush on you, considering how the overwhelming feelings have such a weight to them that he's sure his heart doubles at the mere mention of your name to make room for the intense emotions that'll start kicking in. you two aren't dating, although he wishes you were, and you're most definitely not best friends. he knows you, you know him, you think he's nice, he thinks about you every second of every day, y'know, the usual...

"riki, hey!" - you push through the crowd of students walking around a narrow hallway that could only be described as a jar filled to the brim with tiny little ants, very studious one's at that!

his friends' heads immediately turn your way. a girl, talking to riki?! although their eyes don't stay glued on you for too long, they quickly glance at riki. the sight was hilarious, his long fingers were brushing through his disheveled hair, free hand tugging at the hem of his hoodie to smoothen out any wrinkles. there's a soft tint of pink spread across his cheeks, nothing too noticeable, although the burning red glow of his ears was far from discreet.

"y/n, hey!" - he grins, the hand combing through his hair now scratching the nape of his neck to try and play it cool... very smooth! a muffled laugh escapes from one of his friend's shut lips as their orbs dart between the boy and you.

you reach into your pocket, rummaging through the various things you keep inside. crackling of your house keys and noises of crumpled-up paper can be heard before you take out something. riki's eyes try their best to tear away from your mesmerizing features so he can see what you're trying to show him with your arm stretched towards him and a big grin on your face. he notices a little something lying on your palm. it's a duck keychain. if you were any other person he'd look at the item in your hand with a disgusted look on his face, eyebrows knitted together, eyes squinting in pure horror. but you're you. you're the love of his life. that's probably why riki can feel his heart thumping against his ribcage, a stupid smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he tries his best to fight it off, yet the inevitable happens.

"take it, it's a gift! i saw it on the way to school and it reminded me of you!"

he quickly takes the keychain from your palm, ensuring his fingers stray as far away from yours as possible. even the slightest bit of physical contact and he feels his heart will explode for good. he mumbles out a thank you before you turn on your heels and walk away, completely oblivious that the butterflies in his stomach now make their way towards his throat, making him swallow dry.

"hey, riki, what's that?" - jungwon nudges him with his elbow, eyeing the item riki's holding between his fingers. a smile makes its way onto jungwon's lips as he glances up at his friend who's currently grinning from one red ear to another, rosy cheeks like pink buttons on a sweater made with love and care.

"i thought you hated ducks," - sunoo adds, sly hands reaching towards the keychain to try and pry it out of riki's hands, but instead the tall boy clutches harder onto the item, bringing it to his chest.

"well i like this one!" - he adds, furrowing his eyebrows and glaring at his nosy friend.

riki never knew he could like ducks this much.

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[dksfml]

you'll just have to taste me - lhs

pairing: boyfriend!heeseung x gn!reader genre: childhood friends turn to lovers that don't kiss, slightly suggestive summary: heeseung and you agreed to a one-month no-kissing rule after becoming a couple to ease into the change. but when you steal the last bite of his ice cream, heeseung can’t hold back any longer, finding the perfect moment to break the rules. word count: 1k

heeseung’s fingers brushed against yours as he handed over the ice cream cone, his eyes locking onto yours with that familiar, playful glint. “hold this for me? i’ll be right back.”

“sure,” you agreed, watching him step aside to focus on his phone. his face creased in concentration as he typed, completely engrossed. you smiled softly to yourself, glancing down at the ice cream. it was beginning to melt slightly, the edges softening. without thinking too much, you took a tiny bite, savoring the cool sweetness.

one bite became another, then another. by the time heeseung turned back to you, you were finishing off the last bit, absentmindedly licking the spoon clean.

heeseung blinked, then frowned, a dramatic pout forming on his lips. “you didn’t,” he said slowly, his eyes narrowing in disbelief.

you tried to look innocent, but your smile gave you away. “it was melting! you were taking forever.”

heeseung’s gaze shifted between the empty cone and you, his brow furrowing like he couldn’t believe you’d betray him like this. “that was my favorite ice cream.”

“was,” you teased, shrugging. “i did you a favor.”

he tilted his head, eyes narrowing mischievously, his lips curving into a slow smile. “you did, huh?” he stepped closer, his presence warm and familiar, but his expression unreadable.

“uh-huh. besides, it’s just ice cream.” you waved it off, though the way heeseung was looking at you made you slightly nervous. his eyes darkened, and that playful glint turned into something more intense. the air around you seemed to shift, becoming heavier, charged with something unspoken.

“you know,” heeseung began, his voice soft but firm as he took another step closer, closing the gap between you, “i think i deserve a taste.”

your heart skipped a beat, but you laughed, trying to break the tension. “taste of what? i already ate it.”

his eyes stayed locked on yours, unwavering. “not the ice cream.” the words hung in the air between you, and before you could even process what he meant, heeseung was leaning in, his hand cupping your jaw, and in an instant, his lips were on yours.

the kiss came without warning, but it wasn’t tentative. heeseung kissed you like he had been waiting for this moment far too long, and now that it was happening, he wasn’t going to hold back. his lips were soft, but the kiss was heated, full of a hunger that caught you off guard.

your mind went blank, your heart racing as his hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you even closer. his lips moved against yours with a slow, deliberate pressure that sent a rush of warmth through your body. it was overwhelming, intoxicating. you could feel his breath, warm and ragged against your skin, the taste of ice cream lingering faintly on his lips, but there was something else—something distinctly him.

heeseung’s other hand found your waist, pulling you flush against him. the contact sent a shiver down your spine, your pulse quickening as he deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing against your lower lip, coaxing it open. the kiss turned from teasing to desperate, his grip tightening around you like he couldn’t get enough.

you were supposed to be holding back—no kissing for a month, that was the rule you had set. the thought flashed briefly in your mind, but it was gone just as quickly, swept away by the intensity of the moment. the way his lips claimed yours, the way his body pressed against you, it was impossible to think about anything else.

your hands found their way to his chest, fingers curling into his shirt as you kissed him back with just as much fervor. heeseung let out a low hum of approval, the sound vibrating between your lips, and it sent another wave of heat coursing through you. his hand slipped under your shirt, just enough to feel the bare skin of your waist, the touch light but electrifying.

and then, just as suddenly as it began, heeseung pulled back, both of you gasping for air. his forehead rested against yours, eyes half-lidded as he caught his breath, lips swollen and red from the kiss.

for a moment, neither of you spoke, the world around you falling away. there was only the sound of your breaths mingling, the lingering heat between your bodies.

“i thought—” you started, your voice shaky from the intensity of the kiss, “i thought we were waiting a month.”

heeseung’s lips twitched into a lopsided smile, his thumb brushing over your lower lip, still damp from the kiss. “i tried,” he murmured, voice husky, sending a new thrill through you. “but i couldn’t take it anymore.”

he leaned in again, his lips brushing against your ear. “you ate my ice cream,” he whispered, the warmth of his breath making you shiver. “and you looked so damn cute doing it.”

your pulse raced at the confession, a nervous laugh escaping your lips. “so… kissing me was revenge?”

heeseung chuckled, his voice low and teasing. “oh no. this wasn’t revenge.” his lips ghosted over yours, not quite touching, leaving you wanting. “this was something i’ve been wanting to do for a long time. the ice cream just… gave me an excuse.”

your breath hitched, your heart pounding as he closed the distance again, but this time, the kiss was slower, more intimate. he wasn’t rushing now, wasn’t holding back anything either. it was sensual, soft but intense in a way that made your entire body hum with electricity.

his lips moved against yours, slow and unhurried, like he was savoring every moment, every taste. his hand slid up to cradle your face, thumb brushing against your cheek, the gesture so tender that it made your chest tighten. you could feel the warmth of his body pressed against yours, the heat of his breath against your skin, and it was all too much and not enough at the same time.

when he pulled back again, his eyes were dark, his breathing uneven. “no more rules,” he murmured, his voice raw. “i can’t wait anymore.”

you nodded, still breathless, knowing full well that after this kiss, neither of you would be able to stop.

[flwrstqr]

enhypen hyung line when you guys are enemies but they see you with another boy

pairings: enemy!enhypen x fem!reader | genre: fluff, ot7 work, imagines, jealousy, enemies to lovers | wc: 900+ | warnings: not proofread, party, jealousy, pet name, kissing | an: idk if this is exactly what u asked for anon cus i was a bit confused but sorry if it isnt.. TT, wrote too much so ill be posting a maknae line for this too | LIBRARY FOR MORE...

이희승 (lhs)

you were there with your group of friends, enjoying the night, but your eyes kept drifting to heeseung, who was surrounded by his own circle of admirers. heeseung was your biggest rival in school. You both competed for the top spot in academics, sports, and even in popularity. despite being enemies, you felt some kind of attraction between the two of you. as you start partying, you start dancing with your boy best friend, having fun and the time of your life you glanced over at heeseung, who was watching you with an unreadable expression. you moved closer to your best friend, he played along, his hands hovering over your hips, but not quite touching. heeseung's eyes widened, his jaw clenching. after the song ended, you excused yourself and headed outside for some fresh air. to your surprise, heeseung followed you.

"what was that?" he demanded, his voice a mix of irritation and something deeper.

"just having fun," you replied nonchalantly, leaning against the railing.

"with him?" heeseung stepped closer, his eyes darkening. "you know he's into you, right?"

you raised an eyebrow. "and why do you care?"

heeseung hesitated, his eyes searching yours. "because I..." he took a deep breath, his voice softer. "i don't like seeing you with him."

you felt a thrill run through you. "oh? and who would you rather see me with?"

heeseung closed the distance between you, his hand brushing against your cheek. "me," he whispered, his lips inches from yours.

your breath hitched, the world around you fading away. "then maybe you should have asked me to dance," you murmured.

heeseung's lips curved into a smile, his hand moving to the back of your neck. "maybe I will," he said, before closing the gap and kissing you softly. (i cried while writing this.)

(rest of the members below..)

박종성 (pjy)

you were talking with your friends, but your eyes kept wandering to jay, who was chatting with another girl across the room. A pang of jealousy shot through you, surprising even yourself.

you tried to push the feeling aside, focusing on enjoying the moment with your friend group. but as you glance one more time, you see him again. he was smiling at the girl he was talking to, completely oblivious to your gaze.

suddenly, a voice breaks through your thoughts, causing you to startle. You turn around to find Jay standing beside you, a casual smirk playing on his lips.

"need anything, pretty girl?" he asks, his tone light but with a hint of curiosity.

you jump, taken aback by his sudden appearance. It takes a moment for you to register that he wasn't in front of you before, but now stands beside you, having moved swiftly while you were lost in your thoughts about him.

"nothing," you mumble, feeling a blush creeping up your cheeks as you realize you've been caught staring.

"i know you were staring earlier," jay teases.

"shut up, it's not like you don't like me back either." you blurt, your eyes widening realizing what you said.

"who said i didn't like you?"

심재윤 (sjy)

in the dimly lit prom hall, you and jake exchange glances from opposite ends of the room.

jake walks over with a cocky grin. "well," he teases, extending his hand. "care to grace me with a dance?"

you arch an eyebrow, matching his playful demeanor. "i don't know. can you keep up with me?"

he chuckles, the challenge evident in his eyes. "try me." with a smirk, you take his hand, allowing him to lead you onto the dance floor.

midway through the song, you pull him closer, your heart racing. the proximity. but jake doesn't resist. instead, he meets your gaze with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine. "you know," he begins, his voice barely above a whisper, "you're not at all what I expected."

"same with you,"

박성훈(psh)

you couldn't help but laugh as your friend pulled you onto the dance floor. that was until you felt a pair of eyes burning into you from across the room. you knew who it was even before you looked up—sunghoon. he had been your rival for as long as you could remember. but there was something else there. maybe it was in the way his eyes lingered on you a bit too long, or how your heart raced whenever he was near.

as you continue to laugh and talk with your friends. you spun and moved closer to your friends. you saw the surprise flicker across sunghoon's face, followed by something darker, more intense. he set his drink down and made his way towards you, his expression unreadable.

"having fun?" he asked, his voice low and edged with something you couldn't quite place.

"just talking and laughing" you replied innocently.

he stepped closer, so close you could feel the heat radiating off him. "looks like you're trying to start something."

"maybe I am," you said, meeting his gaze head-on.

before you knew it, the music slowed, and he held out his hand. "then dance with me."

it wasn't a request. you hesitated for a second, then took his hand, letting him pull you into his arms.

"you know," he murmured in your ear, "I never really hated you."

"then why do act like you hate me?," you replied, your heart pounding.

"maybe I was just trying to get your attention," he admitted, his voice softening.

you looked up at him, "well, you have it now."

[goldfades]

🍯Luke Hughes

Maybe number soft morning sex but they have to be quiet as to not wake up Jack?? Like oc is nervous about being to loud and Luke convinces her they can be quiet enough and Jack is a deep sleeper. (Consensual convincing of course)

Prompt list two:

39. “You take me so well”

42. “Feels good,doesn’t it?”

𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲 | lh⁴³

♡ ─ word count | 822

♡ ─ warnings | NSFW under the cut!! good ol' lazy spooning morning sex, p in v, nothing else?

♡ ─ ev's notes | again, LUKE HUGHES DEF WHIMPERS

Your eyes fluttered open, a yawn escaping your mouth as you stretched out your arms. Glancing at the bedside clock, you saw that it was 9:49 am. Waking up this early on a Sunday felt like a crime, but the distant sound of the TV in Jack's room suggested he was already up.

Sensing movement beside you, you realized that Luke had also woken up. A lazy smile adorned your face as Luke turned towards you, his eyes adjusting to the morning light. A gentle smile tugging at the corners of his lips as his messy hair fell across his forehead making your stomach do a little flip. He always looked so cute in the morning.

"Morning," Luke murmured, his voice still husky with sleep, as he reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. His touch was warm against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. "Why is Jack up this early?"

You shook your head as you sighed. "Not sure but I don't think I can go back to bed with all the noise."

"Yeah, me neither." Luke's lips curved into a smirk as he watched you, his hands moving downward to settle on your waist. "Maybe we should do something else, then?"

A soft laugh escaped your mouth as Luke spoke, shaking your head at disbelief. His hands moved down to your hips and squeezed roughly, the smirk still evident on his face.

"Luke..." You sighed, "Don't you think Jack will hear something?"

"Only if you're not quiet," Luke shot back, his fingers drawing circles on your hips as he watched you. "Please, baby?"

You rolled your eyes in annoyance but you couldn't say you didn't want to, either. This past week, you and Luke hadn't done anything because Jack was somehow always in the way. You would be lying if you didn't miss how Luke made you feel, how full he always made you feel.

"Fine." You huffed, making Luke let out a relieved sigh. You turned your body so that Luke would be spooning you and he immediately pushed his hard-on against you, a shiver going down your spine; he was not joking, he was rock hard.

Luke's hands were settled on your hips before one of his hands went down to your underwear, teasing you through your underwear. You let out a frustrated sigh, "Luke, please."

If this was any other time, Luke would've teased you endlessly. But right now, he wanted to fuck just as (if not more) than you. "Okay, okay baby." He pulled down your pajama shorts effortlessly, rubbing his clothed cock against your ass. You heard his breathing quicken behind you, making your whole body warm up.

Luke pulled out his cock and pushed your underwear to the side quickly, lining up his tip to your entrance. He pushed in and the both of you let out relieved sighs, relishing in the feeling of each other. "Fuck, I missed this. You take me so well, baby."

You let out a whimper in response as Luke bottomed you completely, holding your hips against his. You felt so full and so good, you loved how he made you feel -- it was like you two were made for each other. Luke let you adjust before he began slowly thrusting in and out you, creating sounds that echoed throughout the room.

"Feels good, huh, baby?" Luke grunted in between thrusts as you nodded, your mouth hanging out. "Gotta be quiet, princess."

He knew you couldn't no matter how hard you tried, which made his ego skyrocket. One of his hands clasped against your mouth, effectively quieting you down. "Take me so good, baby."

Luke's other hand went up to lift your leg so he could fuck you deeper, making you let out a muffled moan. Luke let out a few more groans of his own and he hoped that Jack was too engulfed in whatever show he was watching to hear. His hips snapped against your ass quicker, both of you chasing after your highs.

"Shit, so close baby." Luke felt your cunt clench around him, making his whole body twitch. "So close, baby." He moved his face to the crook of your neck as he felt himself edge closer to release.

He felt you tighten around him before cumming around him, causing him to let out a grunt. A few more deep thrusts and he was cumming inside you, both of you sweaty and sticky messes. Luke let go of your leg but he didn't pull out, he instead pulled you closer against his chest.

After you both catched your breaths, Luke let out a chuckle. "I really hope Jack didn't hear anything."

"Oh yeah, and who's the one who 'should be quieter'" You teased as he shook his head playfully.

"It's not my fault you have a million dollar pussy." Luke shrugged, earning a playful glare from you.

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[ryescapades]

juno | wind breaker

— in which endo accidentally (or is it) discovers about your crush on him.

characters: endo yamato x gn!reader contents: fluff, petname (princess), some teasing, lovesick!endo ?? one(1) hint of possessiveness and violence, possibly OOC a/n: first wbk fic and it's for endo .. help what have i become /lh not proofread‼️ idk what's happening here ngl 1k wc

"well, well... look who do we have here,"

amusement seeps in to the cold evening air around you, drawled out by a voice you're all too well acquainted with. you startle, the cool evening air causing goosebumps to prickle on your skin.

knees pulled to your chest, you turn your head to see endo strutting to your little spot on the park bench, all in his tank top and loose checkered shirt glory. you immediately glance away lest your eyes decide to indulge themselves in the inked swirls on his stupidly toned arms.

endo stops just a few steps away from the bench, looking down at you with that peculiar look of fascination reserved just for you.

"why the long face, princess?" he catches your gaze, and you grimace slightly at the nickname he'd insisted on calling you. "what are you doing here?" you ask instead.

his little grin widens as he takes the last few steps, occupying the empty seat beside you. you tense, suddenly aware of the gap between you two. it's a decent amount of space, but you'd never felt so smothered before.

"i can ask you the same thing. shouldn't you be heading home by now? it's pretty late. don't want you getting kidnapped by a delinquent or something," he quips, and the jest doesn't pass by you as you let out a small huff. "i'll get going soon. just need a moment,"

endo glances at your passive form; chin tucked in between your knees and arms wrapped around your shins, your fingers fidget with the fabric of your long sleeves. he notices the troubled look on your face, obviously. as much as he loves teasing you, he's also curious about what's going through your mind right now.

he leans back, getting himself comfortable and draping one tatted arm over the back of the bench. "spill your thoughts, princess. heard that's an easy way to deal with problems,"

a faint blush forms on your face then, reminded once again of your current dilemma as you snap your head to give him a reply but you falter when you catch sight of his figure.

your blush deepens. too caught up in your head a few minutes ago, you failed to notice that he's manspreading beside you.

endo subtly perks up, your flustered state never a dull view to his cerulean orbs. "oh?? what's gotten you so red like that, huh?" you audibly click your tongue at the call out. "you're worsening my mood, endo,"

he chuckles at your glare, lifting a shoulder in a casual shrug. "sorry, sorry. i was just trying to help. really," is what he's saying, but the mirth is still heavily laced in his lilted tone.

your mind wanders again, though your scrutinizing eyes never drops from him before you relent begrudgingly. low as the leaves rustling in the breeze, you mutter almost incoherently, "someone confessed to me,"

halting, endo's smirk drops only for a second before that sly smile appears on his face again, your words slowly but surely registering in his head. "you didn't know how to handle it, did you?" he concludes.

you sputter, not expecting him to guess something so correctly. "i-i was— he didn't—" the ravenette barks out a laugh and the embarrassment just multiplies inside you. frustrated at his frivolity, a drawn out groan escapes from your mouth, "god, you're annoying!"

"whaaat? i just find it funny that someone like you gets shy over some measly confession," he muses, causing you to gape at him offendedly. "what does that even mean?" you grit out, "the guy confessed and didn't even let me say anything. he just... said he's willing to wait however long and immediately left! how was i supposed to react to that?" you squawk, finally having had enough of bottling it up.

there's a short snicker before it mellows out to a hum. "so? what's actually the issue then? have you decided an answer yet?" he raises a perfectly-shaped eyebrow.

your pulse quickens, the crease in your forehead deepening in agitation as you awkwardly glance around the empty park save for the two of you. "yeah, w-well... i kinda..." you're mumbling under your breath at this point, "have a crush on someone else,"

you never expected him to hear, given how quiet your voice is, but unfortunately for you, nothing gets past his perusing senses. nothing about you, at least.

you're lucky your scouring gaze falls on him, for you get to catch the telltale sign of him wanting to get a cheeky comment out. quickly, you scramble to kick away the pyre before a flame is even lit up.

"i'm not telling you who it is!" you sneer.

endo grins, jet black curls brushing his eyes as he tilts his head to the side. his next question comes out promptly, "why? is it me?"

...whelp, looks like the pyre is already burnt to crisp.

"wha—" speechless and immensely mortified, your mouth gapes open and close yet no proper words spill out. it's also not helping that your whole body just seems to burn hotter than the sun, tinges of crimson creeping up to your cheeks and ears like it's nobody's business.

the man in front of you blinks once, twice, before his lips slowly tug into a cheshire smile. his eyes feast on your red cheeks, the organ rapidly beating in his chest literally singing at the endearing sight.

your skin is too hot, clothes too icky, dignity too lost to be found. you clamber to your feet, grabbing your bag on the ground as you turn away from him. "i'm going home," you give your parting words, albeit in a hushed whisper before you rush off, leaving behind an awestruck man who's still reeling from the whole conversation.

an inked hand reaches up to cover the bottom half of his beaming face, a breathless chuckle warming up his palm. gingerly, he opts to cover his whole face with both his hands instead as he feels his own cheeks tinting with that familiar pinkish hues. "fuck," he grunts.

if only you knew how much, much more infatuated he is by you, now growing tenfold after confirming you're just as captivated by his untamed and roguish charm.

surely you won't mind that he's planning to act out on the split second of bloodlust that manifested itself inside his gut after hearing about the confession, yeah?

me running away from the "endo wouldn't do/say this!!!" comments 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️

anw what's wrong with guys and their slutty off-shoulder clothes huh

@maruflix @pixelcafe-network @17020 @stunies (dunno who else wanna be tagged in my future wbk works so yea)

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[minhosimthings]

Bewitched ft LHS

Two lovers and the adventure of dried lilac

Pairing: bf!heeseung × fem!reader

Warnings: fluff, mention of food and bacterial infection (don't question it), kinda cringy ig? hee being down BAD for reader

Song: Bewitched by Laufey

A/N: Hello everyone! This is my submission for @flwrstqr My World event. Congratulations to Danielle for 3k followers! Now sit back, relax, and read my cringey poetry.

I didn't know that much at all 'bout love before

But now, I think I'm learning

"Are you absolutely sure this will work?" Heeseung eyed you nervously.

You were trying to figure out how to stab open the extremely restrictive packaging of the box of dried lilac flowers, so without even looking up at him, you scoffed, as if you were offended that he was trying to undermine your amazing box-opening skills. 

 "Of course it will." You stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, "Plus, I did a lot of research for this."

"By research you mean the first three search results you got?" Heeseung chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his chin on your shoulder. You shuddered at the cold touch of his skin on yours. 

"Be careful,Lee Heeseung, I have a weapon in my vicinity." You threatened him, waving around the dying scissors in your hands. The countertop was littered with scraps of cardboard and a crumpled up bill. The dried lilacs from Japan took three weeks to arrive and boy were you excited when it came. You almost hugged the poor delivery boy with how giddy you were. 

Your monthly tradition of doing something new with Heeseung was today and you were determined not to mess it up. Ever since the tradition started, something or the other has gone down the gutter. Like last August, when you had booked a seat for bungee jumping, which had to be cancelled due to heavy rains. Or the February of the year passed, when you wanted to make a bundt cake with him, which unfortunately never came out of the pan due to the absence of butter. 

But this time was different, you thought. This time, nothing could go wrong. After all, how can making lilac tea out of scratch ever go wrong in any possible way? There was no butter and no rain, except for the slight drizzle outside, which announced the end of the monsoon season and the start of September.

You bewitched me

From the first time that you kissed me

"Finally..." You muttered under your breath, as your hands reached for the flowers. They were tiny little buds packaged in an airtight ziplock packet. The colour was less lilac-y now, with hues of dark purple staring at you and Heeseung.

"Is it supposed to look rotten?" Heeseung asked, his eyes set on the packet that you were toying with possessively in your hands. You rolled your eyes at him playfully, and let out a dramatic sigh.

“How many times must I tell you-” You started dramatically, turning your body to face him, you could see the smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, “-that cooking is the art of turning a duck into a swan?”

“Calm down Shakespeare.” heeseung chuckled, his fingers teasing you by drawing shapes on your waist, “And ducks are really cute for your information!” He put his hand to his chest as if he were clutching his invisible string of pearls. A giggle erupted out of your mouth as you stood on your tiptoes to quickly leave a chaste kiss to the tip of his nose. Heeseung’s smile only widened as you did, a slight red mark lingering on the spot where your lips touched his skin. The calm scent of the evening, combined with the quiet of your kitchen sent a wave of absolute relaxation into Heeseung’s being.

“Hmm,” you hummed thoughtfully, your eyes rushing through the words on the lavender-hued instruction manual, “The recipe I saw on the internet said we can just boil them and the tea will just seep out.”

“But?” Heeseung’s chin returned to its rightful place on your shoulder. He was like an overactive cat, which would rub itself against its owner to show its affection.

“But-” you looked worried, much to Heeseung’s concern, “-this thing says we should wait for three goddamn months so there’s no-’ you cleared your throat and read from the manual, “‘threat of bacterial infection.’”

“Ominous.” Heeseung laughed, “I like it.” He smiled at the sight of a pout forming on your pretty lips, “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I guess we have to wait then.” You sighed, a real one this time, “I mean, unless you want to get sick.” 

Great, you internally thought, another month gone wrong again. You wondered to yourself whether there will ever be a time when you actually get it right, when something that you and Heeseung do works out without any hiccups.

“Can I tell you something?” Heeseung smirked mischievously, garnering your attention. The pout on your lips melted his heart completely and his eyes visibly softened when he looked at you.

 “I actually like bacterial infection.”

 A moment of silence followed, before the both of you were convulsed with laughter. Your hands gripped the  edge of the counter to balance yourself, when Heeseung stuffed his nose into the nape of your neck, effectively putting half of his weight onto you.

“Hee, I’m gonna fall, get off me!” You laughed, but he only held you closer to him, as if you’d float away if he let go, “Ok, ok fine!” You giggled, raising your hands in mock defeat, “We can make the tea!”

“Yipee.” Heeseung cried in an adorably high pitched voice, that stretched your smile out even wider. If Heeseung were to die because of someone’s expression, then he knew it would be because of your smile. It was something that could make him forget all grief and suffering, no matter if he had the worst day ever, no matter if he had spilled hot coffee all over himself or accidentally snapped at someone, that smile of yours would be there to fix him.

Then we ran down the street in the late London light

The world froze around us, you kissed me good night

“Hee. Hee. Earth to Lee Heeseung.” Your words were half consumed by laughter, bringing him back to reality as he realised he had been staring at your face, “What are you looking at, idiot?”

Heeseung didn’t respond to your words, instead choosing to merely send you a lopsided smile. “Your idiot right?” he asked, to which you put your hands on top of his and squeezed it.

“My idiot.” You said, sacrificing your toes once more, to plant a kiss on his cheek, making Heeseung mentally kick his feet in the air for the fiftieth time that evening.

You set Heeseung about to do some kitchen duties, while you carefully extracted the dried flowers. Heeseung watched the surface of the water dance with the bubbles as it heated up. It reminded him of all the times you two had danced with each other. On particularly long nights, when the moon shone in all its majesty, bathing lovers all around the globe in her glamorous shine, both of you would find your hiding places in each other. Both of you would find your home, in each other, with arms wrapped not only around each other’s body, but around each other’s hearts.

“Is the water ready?” Heeseung heard you call out. He turned to see you, carefully sweeping the last of the petals into a bowl. 

“Yes, your highness.” He responded with a laugh. You tottled over to the pot of boiling water, slowly dropping your flowers in. You and Heeseung let out a collective gasp of wonder at the burst of colour that engulfed the colourless water. Hues of purple and lavender now coated each part of the pot, seeping out from the petals. 

“Woah…” You exhaled, not even knowing you had been keeping a breath in, “That’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” 

“It is.” Heeseung responded, to which you nodded, not taking your eyes away from the concoction. Unbeknownst to you, Heeseung was no longer even looking at the water. He was instead, gazing lovingly at you, with eyes so full of affection, you’d think he was looking at the last person on earth. In that moment of silence, he couldn’t help but trace his eyes over you, over every detail of yours that made you, you. The you that he loved so much. The you that he would go to the ends of the universe for, if you had asked him to.

Cursing at the moon and losing all control and crying

'Cause I think I'm falling

“This better be the most amazing thing that I’ve ever tasted or I’m never even touching a satchet of tea again.” You said, sinking down onto your sofa, with a mug of pinkish-tea in your hand. The sofa sank down further when Heeseung plopped down next to you, an identical mug in his hands.

“Shall we have a toast then?” Heeseung asked, raising his mug, “To hopefully not catching bacterial infection!” You chortled at his enthusiasm, before responding with a “Hear, hear!”

Clinking your mugs together in a ‘cheers’, you put your lips to the edge of the mug, wholly prepared to take a sip of your concoction and taste something that is equal to the nectar of the-

“We forgot the sugar, didn't we.”

You caught Heeseung’s eye and doubled over with laughter, almost spilling some of the tea onto your lap. In the midst of you admiring the pretty liquid, and Heeseung admiring the pretty you, you had forgotten the key ingredient which actually made the tea drinkable.

“Well, you kept distracting me with your beauty so much!” Heeseung defended himself, setting his mug down on the table, “How could I ever remember the sugar?”

“Do you really think flirting is gonna get you out of this?” You said, putting your mug down and glaring playfully at Heeseung.

“Depends.” He shrugged his shoulders, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, “Is it working?” He didn’t have time to say anything else, before he was practically tackled onto his back by you. Heeseung wrapped his arms around your waist and you lay down on him, using him as your mattress, though there was plenty of space for the both of you on the sofa. 

“Welp,” You said, pressing your ear to his chest to listen to his heartbeat, “At least we won’t be getting a bacterial infection anytime soon.”

Heeseung chuckled, bringing his lips down to your forehead to leave a kiss. In the sanctuary of his safe arms, you forgot all about the fact that tonight’s attempt had turned out to be an utter fail. But you realised that it didn’t matter to you anymore. For in the warm cocoon that Heeseung had spun around you, all that mattered was the unnoticeable seconds that had drifted away in failed attempts of lilac tea, and successful attempts of love. In the pale cast of the full moon’s light, you and Heeseung drifted off to sleep, as the world came to a silent halt, waiting patiently for another tomorrow. 

You wrote me a note, cast a spell on my heart

And bewitched me

You bewitched me

Dividers by @strangergraphics

[willowsnook]

Just a bet? (LH)

lewis hamilton x driver!reader

The outfit:

Drinks were flowing, Christmas music was playing, and you were enjoying the end of the year F1 driver party hosted by Lewis. You'd had a good debut season, finishing 9th in the drivers standings and were ready to relax for the next couple of months back home.

Out of all the drivers you were closest to Lando as you were the same age and you had been a reserve driver for McLaren before getting signed on to RB. Currently you were lounging in Lewis's living room talking to him and his plus one, Max Fewtrell.

"So you've really never hooked up with any of the other drivers?" Max asked you incredulously and you shook your head, bringing your drink to your lips.

"Don't you think that's kind of sexist to ask," you replied dryly. "Or did you ask Lando that when he started too?"

Lando snorted and Max rolled his eyes.

"Not even Lando?" Max asked and Lando scoffed. You looked over to him amused and moved closer, squishing his lips with your hands.

"Want me to be your first kiss Lando?" You teased and he swatted your hand away grumbling.

"Why is this so surprising to you Max?"

"I don't know," he said. "You're a girl, you're hot, and you are constantly surrounded by a large amount of men."

Looking around the room you thought about the question. Most of the guys weren't single so you didn't really think about them like that. Others, like Franco, were way too young. As your eyes landed on the host you hesitated. To be honest, he kind of scared you but in a sexy way. He was always calm and collected, even now as he was nodding along to an over energetic Franco; his aura was intoxicating.

"Who would you even be interested in hooking up with?" Lando asked, pulling you out of your trance. You shrugged giving him a non answer and Max leaned forward.

"Come on, there has to be someone," he said. "I know you'd kiss Carlos if you had the chance."

"He is the hottest man I have ever seen," you admitted. "But I would never mess with someone else's man."

He sat back thinking.

"So it could be Lando, Zhou, Franco, or Yuki," he said and you made a face.

"Or Lewis," Lando piped in and you hesitated before shaking your head catching both boys' attention. Lando grinned.

"So it would be Lewis," he mused and you put your head in your hands.

"Everyone knows he's attractive," you defended.

"You have a crush," Lando squealed and you moved to slap your hand over his mouth which he licked.

"Lando what the fuck," you complained and Max just sat back, amused at the two of you.

"Let's make a little wager," he said mischievously and Lando perked up. "If you kiss him tonight, Lando will let you drive his new Ferrari whenever you want."

Eyes wide, you looked at Lando who had gone pale. He looked over at you, staring for a bit before nodding.

"Yeah," he said and then again more confidently. "Yeah, I don't think you can do it."

Smirking, you drained the rest of your glass standing up.

"I do look good in red," you said winking at Lando before turning around, making your way towards Lewis and Franco. Both men stopped to look at you as you approached.

"Lando wants to talk to you Franco," you told the younger boy whose eyes lit up. He told Lewis he would catch him later before jogging off. Lewis sighed.

"I feel so bad for saying this, but thank you for that."

"It's kind of cute," you said giggling and Lewis gave you a small smile.

"I know, but it makes me feel old," he replied. "Are you enjoying your first end of year party?"

"Yes, your house is amazing," you said gazing around the room, taking in the ambiance. It was nice how you could all come together to celebrate and be normal after a season of competing against one another. You looked back at him, nervous all of a sudden biting your lip. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"What's wrong?" He asked and you shifted your weight looking around.

"It's stupid," you said and he took a step closer, bringing his hand to caress your arm.

"You can tell me anything y/n," he said looking at you so genuinely that you immediately felt very bad about what you were about to say.

"Well Lando, Max and I made a little bet," you started and he raised his eyebrows urging you to go on. "Max was drilling me on which of the drivers I would want to kiss the most and they figured it was you and that I was too much of a pussy to do it so then Max said if I did it tonight, I could drive Lando's new car."

Lewis stared at you with wide eyes after you finished rambling and you cursed internally. He tilted his head, taking you in before speaking.

"So you came over here and got rid of Franco just so that you could kiss me to win a bet?"

"Mmmhmm," you mumbled, playing with the bottom of your shirt.

"It kind of seems like you are being a pussy about it now though doesn't it," he said with a smirk and your head snapped up. God this man was attractive, especially now, casually leaning against the archway looking at you with heated eyes.

Gaining back your confidence you took a step closer to him, bringing your hand up to his jaw tracing your thumb over his cheek. His breath hitched as you reached his lips with your finger and his hand snaked around your waist, pulling you against him.

Knowing that Lando and Max and probably even Lewis were expecting just a peck, you decided to give them a little show. Closing the gap between you, your hand moves to the back of his head and you pull his lips to yours. You move your mouth against his, tracing your tongue along his bottom lip before nipping it causing his grip around you to tighten. Smiling against him, you pull back and take in his flushed state. He stares at you, at a loss for words clearly flustered.

"Let me know anytime you want a ride" you said before slipping out of his arms and sauntering back to Lando and Max who are both staring at you slack jawed.

"I feel like I just witnessed an incredibly private moment," Max finally said, breaking the silence. Despite your cool demeanor, your heart was beating a million times a minute at what you had done.

"I've never looked at you that way before but now I kind of want to kiss you," Lando said and you laughed pushing him away. Looking back over to Lewis, you found him staring at you half paying attention to whatever George was saying. Blushing you turned back to your company.

After a bit they wanted to call it quits along with most of the other guests who were saying their goodbyes. You joined the departing party and were a few steps from the door before and arm shot out, holding you back. Curiously you stared at Lewis who was saying goodbye to the last guests while still holding your arm.

"What's up?" You said casually after the door closed.

"Stay here tonight," he said looking deep into your eyes and you blushed.

"Hmm, why should I?" You fake questioned, smirking. He settled his arm on your waist, flickering his eyes down to your lips.

"I can offer you a better ride."

[loveydovey-leviathan]

hii! if it’s not too much trouble could you write headcanons abt the obey me brothers with an mc who likes to be babied/pampered and just wants affection? thanks!

obey me x gn! reader

a/n: written as romantic. -> do you hug your pillow when you sleep, anon? /lh. also sorry, this kind of escaped the request a bit 😔

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𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑:

He is slightly concerned for you ngl-- and he wonders if something happened in your life that made you be this way.. but he won't look a gift horse in the mouth.

Thinks you're the cutest when you're not afraid to ask for affection.

Isn't ashamed of giving you his love in public but he does try to refrain himself. Key word is 'try' because once he gets a little too drunk or jealous, he's holding you like there's no tomorrow even with people around.

Also, his brothers will accuse him of favouritism to no end if he shows a little too much pda and that's always annoying.

He knows he's a bit too soft towards you and maybe he spoils you too much, but it really isn't his fault-- how could he resist? Especially when you lean into his cheek as he's holding you, when you snuggle impossibly closer to him while you're cuddling, or when you chase his lips just as the kiss ends in hope of receiving more.

He likes cheek and hand kisses the most. It's simple and quick, but the sugar-sweet gesture has his old heart fluttering. Don't make fun of him too much-- he's a fan of the classics.

Usually he teases, acting all smug like he doesn't know exactly how you feel when you're gone for just a bit too long. Like he doesn't crave the feeling of your lips on his every second of the day, like he doesn't think of holding and being held by you during the early hours of the morning, as though he too doesn't want your affection as much as you want his.

He's prideful and maybe that will be the death of him one day, but he thinks as long as you love him just the same-- he doesn't mind too much.

𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍:

you 🤝 mammon -> a constant want for affection.

-though he is incredibly adamant about denying it, but it's Mammon so what can you do.

That being said, he absolutely will pamper you to your heart's content. It's just-- he'll probably spew out every excuse in the book while doing so.

Won't stop him from linking arms while you're walking. He still kisses and hugs you as a greeting. It'll still take you ages to convince him to let you go while the two of you are cuddling.

His brothers are constantly teasing him about babying you-- but as much as he complains and yells, he hasn't stopped at all.

But if you need the genuine truth for him, as in just transparent honesty about how he feels-- he'll give that to you too. He's just perfect like that <3.

PDA is a bit complicated with him. He isn't afraid to kiss you in public but as soon as he gets confronted about it, he'll blush like crazy.

As embarrassed as he gets in public, his favourite way of showing you affection is in front of other people-- even if it's in the most subtle ways.

He likes giving you forehead kisses. Don't ask him why because he honestly doesn't really know the exact reason. He thinks it's the everything in the action, really.

He loves holding your cheek and gently leaning the top of your head to his lips, the way you look at him like he's your treasure. How you squeeze his hands right after as a gesture of appreciation.

It's soft and sweet-- like how he feels about you.

𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍:

Girlie is trying his best. He really, really is.

Thinks you're so beautiful and lovely and handsome and everything else nice that can be said but the dude is hella awkward.

He just doesn't know how to handle it. He's already amazed that you want to date him-- and now you're telling him you want his affection??

Don't get him wrong, he'll do it. It just takes a few hours to muster up enough courage to do so.

A lot of the affection has to be initiated by you at the start of the relationship, but as you spend more time together, he starts to gain some confidence.

Takes his time when he's kissing, leans towards you when you're sitting next to each other, relaxes into your hugs more and more.

And eventually has the courage to initiate his own affection. Most of it is from romance anime so they might be a little cliche.

He soon realizes that you like to be pampered and he has to stop himself from fangirling too hard. Again, he tries his best to fulfil your affection quota every day.

Lengthy sessions of cuddling, giving kisses throughout the day, hugs when he sees you-- he's a bit shaky in public but he wants to make you happy so he does it anyway.

He likes extra-long hugs more than he likes to admit. It calms the constant anxiety in his heart and silences the thoughts in his head for as long as the hug lasts. Plus, you seem to really like it as well.

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐍:

He is the gentleman of all time.

Seriously though, his affection is so old-fashioned because he reads a bunch of outdated classical romance books.

If you want a demon who kisses your cheek whenever see each other, a demon who gives you flowers every week, a demon who writes love poems about you by the fire, a demon who imagines you and him every time he reads a romance novel; this is the demon for you.

His brothers tease him way too much about it- INCLUDING Lucifer for some reason, even though Satan's sure his older brother is way worse than he is.

Teases you if you're shy about asking for his affection but gets so red if you're upfront about it.

His favourite date activity is reading by the fire when you're cuddling up to him. Everything about it is absolutely perfect-- the way the light of the fire illuminates your face, your arms wrapped around him as he rereads another romance novel, and it's late enough into the night when everything and everyone is asleep.

He adores making you gifts. Paper roses, flattened flowers for bookmarks, that kind of stuff.

And they always have some sort of secret message. The paper roses have little notes of his 'i love you's inside the petals, the bookmarks he makes you always represent how he feels.

He is curious to know what exactly made you this way. Did you not receive much affection growing up? Were you too afraid to ask for it from the people around you? Or is it something else?

He won't push it, of course. Either way, he'll love you like no one ever could; determined to make your heart flutter as you do his.

𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐔𝐒:

You will literally never feel unloved again with him around.

He kisses you in the morning, he does his skincare with you, he makes sure to buy you plenty of outfits (and compliments you in every single one), and much, much more.

Is the least shy about pampering you and thinks you're the only one who can measure up to him when it comes to cuteness.

You're the only one who's ever made him feel like this, the only one who makes his cheeks blossom in pink whenever he thinks of you, so of course he'll have to repay it tenfold.

His favourite thing to do is make you tailored outfits. He gets to be close to you during measurements (despite already having them memorised) and he spends his time doing something he enjoys while making you happy. It's the perfect combination.

He gives you so many kisses throughout the day that you've gotten used to the feeling of sticky lipgloss on your cheeks and lips. Make sure to carry around a package of wet wipes.

Loves showing you off on Devilgram-- you don't even have to appear physically, he just loves talking about you.

He's never told anyone this, including you, but he writes love songs. They're tucked away deep inside his closet, locked with a charm and a key. It's a reminder of all the things he loves about you (like he doesn't think about you as much as he does himself).

The best thing he looks forward to after each day is cuddling up to you when you sleep. Nothing is heard except the both of you whispering, talking to each other about your day. He always says goodnight to you with another kiss-- one that lingers for longer than the rest, a promise for tomorrow.

𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐙𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐁:

He's the gentle teddy that every person needs.

His hugs practically engulf you- even if you're just as big as him, he still manages to make you feel like you're being hugged by a friendly bear.

He's more observant than most people give him credit for so it's not long before he figures out you like to be pampered. And pamper you, he will.

He prefers giving you physical affection and doing things for you because he doesn't think he's that good with words.

Big hugs at the door, kissing you awake, buying you food (when he can), that sort of thing.

But when he does use his words, it's the most heartfelt phrase you'll ever hear. He doesn't feel the need to be embarrassed about how he feels, you make his heart fuller than anyone else and he'll tell you that when he can.

His kisses are really warm, too. They feel like the sun and they're as gentle as daffodils.

Speaking of, he's always incredibly gentle with you. He's big and strong and he knows that. The worst thing he could do is hurt you and he vows to never let it come to that.

His favourite dates are the simple ones. Watching a movie, cooking together, feeding each other food. He doesn't tell anyone but Belphie his more domestic dreams. The ones where he comes home to a warm meal and enough love to fill his stomach.

𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑:

He's a little shit but when is he not.

Loves to tease you about wanting affection but then whines if you try to leave. Such a hypocrite smh

He is very clingy and your his designated pillow so he's kind of always affectionate with you.

When he's not nuzzling up to you, he's either giving you small little kisses around your neck or he's asking you to give him some.

Similar to Beel, he prefers physical affection but only because he's too embarrassed to say how he feels out loud.

A lot of hugs and cuddling with each other.

You wouldn't know this but he's pretty romantic when he wants to be. Sometimes he writes letters for/about you but it's a 50/50 chance whether or not you'll get to read them though.

He ups his pampering when he's around his brothers because he's just annoying like that lolol

Have I mentioned how clingy he is. He will not let go of you when you're lying down together, you'll have to rip him off.

His favourite thing to do with you is watch the stars with you on his lap or him on yours. His hugs feel different like this, they're tighter and more desperate like he's afraid you'll leave.

It's usually here when he tells you how much he loves you. His words are littered with small sarcastic jokes but you can feel his sincerity.

You both usually end up falling asleep there but strangely enough, Belphie stays awake for a bit to watch you sleep.

[bambisnc]

fairy of shampoo [or, holding hands w riize]

pairing : ot7 x reader! genre : fluffiest fluff 2 ever fluff cw/tw : none! (some arent really hand holding im sorry guys ://) wc : 0.6k

seunghan : he's a simple guy but he's also a hopeless romantic; big sucker for interlinked fingers and all the symbolism that comes w it <3 his grip would be so, so gentle though.. unless on rare occasions you happen to trigger his slightly possessive streak where his fingers would unintentionally tighten around yours.. wouldn't hesitate to show off him holding your hands to the source of the jealousy~

wonbin : hand holding patterns would definitely differ but mostly he'd stick to the simplest kind : your hand over his (or visa versa if he's feeling particularly babygirl/wants to be comforted by you).. he's the kinda guy who'd gently stroke your knuckles with his thumb all the time but the second you do it to him he ends up so flustered.. (side note he probably swings your hands tgt when you're out on a walk or something ;-;)

sohee : i saw this one twt post where they said that he seemed to not be that used to physical touch and was slowly getting used to it with his members ... so i feel like he'd maybe be a bit hesitant, shy to initiate proper hand holding straightaway; but would still want to feel connected to you .. hence, interlocked pinkies <3 also whenever he can he'd raise your hands to his lips and place a lil kiss right on the tip of your finger,,

anton : hear me out - he gets kinda hyper excited when you're around him and because of both of you being busy with your respective works you don't really get a lot of time together.. but there's so much he wants to show you, to experience with you.. this is what leads him to grab ahold your wrist and almost feverishly drag you places + it gives him leverage to be able to casually bite your arm (it's his love language) once a while ._.

shotaro : prefers to keep his arm around your shoulder whenever he can rather than holding hands which is adorable but guys... he's a head bonker trust me..... likes to bump your heads together (like a littol bunny ;-;) when he has his arm around you. also it makes him feel overall really fuzzy and warm inside to think he's kinda "protecting you" and keeping your pretty head comfy as well,, adores the fact that this position more often than not ends with you having an arm around his waist >///<

sungchan : he's an all or nothing guy and if it's you he physically can't go nothing; therefore he must have one of your hands in his while your other rests on his arm. yes he knows that means your hands won't be free to carry/hold on to anything else but hey what else is he here for?? steals whatever your holding and holds out his hand to you like oh you want to hold something too? here, hold this for me please ^^. yeah i know it's my hand and what about it D: ?

eunseok : he's different he's not like other guys huge fan of wrapping a hand around your waist because he's generally not a huge fan of a lot of pda but this provides him a secure position right at the edge of casual affection, intimacy and can we go to the other room and makeout :/ please :/ this probably started out as just teasing you but he actually likes how he's kinda subtly making it known that you're each others' <3 oh and loves that he can tickle you whenever he wants :p

notes : haha. mai. mai hey if u see this im begging u to take away my motivation rn please the history textbook is calling out to me please </3 /lh... + the coloured text realllyy isnt visible on light screens huh. fml + [m.list]

[enree9h]

MIDNIGHT HOURS • lhs

PAIRING : fuckbuddy!heeseung x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS : just some Heeseung smut

WARNINGS : drabble?, smut, pinv, reader is a uni student so is Heeseung, tiny little bouts of angst?!

WC : 1k+

A/N : FIRST!!?? This is a rather short one, just wanted to try something with this writing style. Let me know how you like it. Open to any and all suggestions ♡

Your eyes trace familiar grounds- the wooden floors of your apartment that lead to the main door, the hour hand of the clock that hung right above the door, inching closer to one. It was all a routine at this point, three weeks of the same thing yet you found yourself secretly dwelling in the hours of midnight you spent on the couch waiting for him. The pace of your heartbeat quickens at your phone's ringing, the screen lighting up with the name you'd grown familiar with. You abruptly swipe your thumb across the screen and receive the call, putting it on speaker soon after.

“Open up”

You don't bother responding, rather you quietly walk to the door and reach for the knob, twisting it slowly. Your body seemed to react to him even before your gaze landed on the dark-haired boy- sweaty palms, your breath coming out in shallow pants. Weeks of the same thing and you still couldn’t find a way to contain yourself around him. Clutching the knob gently you pull the door open. Seconds later you're knocked off your feet, and the sound of the door shutting echoes through the apartment.

“Slow down oh god”

Your arms are around his neck while he casually carries you to your bedroom. One arm under your knees while the other lightly grips your waist.

“Shut up” he doesn't bother looking at you as he lightly plops you down on your bed, his focus shifting to your exposed thighs. You could see him mentally undressing you and you hated that you enjoyed being under his darkening gaze. The pale cloth of your dress was almost see-through and you mentally took a note to never wear this in front of Heeseung, ever again.

Heeseung watches you subtly pull the dress over your thighs, your eyes anywhere but on him and he relishes in this, in your subtle gazes. He knows what you hold back on whenever you're with him but the rebelling thoughts come out as whimpers the moment his lips come in contact with your neck. And he likes it, likes seeing you struggle against the warnings blaring in your head. And so that is exactly what he does, his hoodie is on the floor in seconds, the red and white stripes of it against the dark brown of the floor and his lips are on yours. He gently pushes you down and you balance yourself on your elbows. “Missed this” his words are whispered against your lips and you hear your walls crumble, the bricked protection falling away to his touch.

You thought you could get away with it, watching him hurriedly undress you almost every night without developing a taste for it but you couldn’t. You tried to not dwell in those shared gazes, his eyes staring into yours as his fingers left marks on your hips.

“Missed you”

These words always sat on the edge of his lips but you thought they lacked meaning, uttered under the influence of wandering hands and eager breaths. You move your hips upwards in response, meeting his eager bulge and feel your core heat on contact.

Heeseung buries his face into the crook of your neck, his moans vibrating against the warmth of your skin

“A little excited today?” he teases

“Aren’t we?” you hear him chuckle, the sound laced with lust. He quickly slips out of his jeans, the cloth joining the pile of his clothes on your floor.

“Heeseung please” you attempt to voice your needs but it comes out as pants, a pathetic attempt to hide the effect he’s having on you. You try and squirm under him until you feel the tip of his dick graze your hole. He hums in response and you feel him push his dick inside of you, a light whimper escaping at the movement. You both moan in unison, Heeseung’s grip on your hips tightening as he slides in, stretching you to accommodate his dick.

“So tight baby” his lips move over your jaw, stopping to suck on the spot he knows would get a moan out of you. “Love it so much” he mumbles against your skin. The next second he's driving into you, hungrily and you're left a moaning mess. Heeseung feels himself twitch inside of you and takes it as a sign to do deeper, “Oh my god” your voice flutters to his ear, a smirk growing on his face at your state.

You were sure your nails dug through the skin on his back deep enough to draw blood but at that moment he was numb to anything that wasn't you. Your hips met his in unison, the rhythm producing the incoherent moans you were attempting to stifle.

“You like that don't you” Lips graze your earlobe, a scoff follows through and you fail to hide the undeniable effect it has on you. Teeth nip at the skin that stretches over your collarbone, starved.

“Heeseung please” you whimper your voice barely audible. “Please what baby”, you could hear the smirk in his voice, the response to having kept you on edge all night, taking you to heights only to snatch it away at the last second. His teeth don't leave the spot, suckling in on the now bruising purple of your skin. You let out a hiss and mentally calculate the time you've got left to deal with the mark left on you before your class the next morning. But his hurried thrusts make your eyes roll back, his tip hitting your cervix at all the right spots, nails digging in deeper and the to-do list for the next day soon forgotten. “God you feel so good” his voice is your unravelling, “is this what your needy cunt wants ”

“Yes oh my god” a moan falls out of your lips at the instant he quickens his pace, pounding into you like there was nothing else he'd be doing at that point. “I know baby”, his fingers swiftly wrap themselves around your wrists as he pins them above your head, gaining a little more control over your overstimulated body “So good”.

His hips speed up from then on, and your moans go unheard as Heeseung nears his release, the knot in your stomach tightening, “Hee please” you plead for the release you'd been craving. His lips crash on yours in response, silencing your whimpers. “So close” his voice, hoarse and frantic, vibrates against your lips and you feel the heat build up in response. His hips thrust in deeper and faster, the motion making you cry out, the pleasure too much to contain.

“ Hee, I think I'm-” Your feeble attempt to voice anything is crushed again. “I know” he growls and you feel his body grow tense with every second, his voice travels to your core, your eyes rolling back at your nearing climax. You feel him twitch inside of you and you clench around him in response “Stop clenchi-” but his grumble is lost in the pleasure that shoots through his body the next second.

You feel his wetness pool your insides and you let go soon after, your toes curling, nails clawing at the bed sheets. Heeseung still hovers above you, his arms caging you under him, his eyes stay rolled back, breath coming out in pants “Woah” he mutters and you let a light chuckle out in response as you watch him with half-laden eyes, above you, sweat dripping down his nape onto his tensed biceps.

You feel your heat rushing to your cheeks, red, staining the skin on your chest, up your neck and onto your face. You waited for him to hoist himself up, gather his clothes, get dressed and walk out just like he did on the days he came knocking on your door. Cold makes its way over to you as Heeseung moves to sit on the edge of your bed, still coming down from the high. The light wind makes you shiver and you pull the covers over yourself, feeling a growing burn behind your eyes.

Heeseung watches your frame disappear behind the covers, his breath coming out in uneven pants. He watches you drift off to sleep, the silence between the both of you stretching into the night.