#he doesnt take selfies that much

[ask-riftwalker]

i cHANGED HIS PFP TO THE SINGULAR PHOTO I HAVE OF HIM SMILING

jett added the flares. hopefully he doesnt notice. no one tell him aight?

much love, jamie

[qoldenskies]

The boys getting CC!Donnie cute clothes as a gift

they'd have no idea how to coordinate his wardrobe because they do not have the eye for fashion that donnie does, so i feel like this would come in the form of having to be extremely eagle-eyed about everything he so much as Glances at for more than a split second because when they asked him he got Weirdddd. he had fun when they got trapped by hypno though which is probably where the idea came from in the first place

[prompt-master]

This is so fucking cute shut up

[norrisainz33]

enemies to... || mv33

summary: y/n and max are longtime rivals and former friends who find themselves colliding on track in spain and being forced to confront the feelings they've both been burying

pairing: max verstappen x driver!reader

fc & warnings: none and angsty, bad language, suggestive if you squint

requested: nope just inspired by spain

masterlist | pt. 2

ﾟ. ✿ ୨❤︎୧⠀✿ . ﾟ

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f1: following an on track incident with mercedes driver, y/n y/l/n, max verstappen has dropped to p10 with a 10-second penalty.

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user1: DESERVED!!!!

user2: should've been more than 10 second penalty are you kidding

user3: nah max did nothing wrong

user4: max needs to leave y/n alone i'm so serious

user5: these two are always fighting

user6: i stand with my cancelled wife (max)

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you took a deep breath as you shut off the engine, your hands still trembling as you pulled the wheel out of its place and put it on the car. you had just spent the last five laps screaming over the radio, accusing max of deliberately turning in on you after he’d been instructed to give the position back. the contact had nearly put you both out of the race but somehow you’d limped over the line and managed to finish 4th despite the damage you sustained.

a forceful tap against your helmet broke through your thoughts and you looked up to find george standing at the side of your car. he offered his hand, no words, just calm eyes and quiet support. you hesitated for a moment, the tension in your shoulders refusing to ease but eventually took it. his grip was firm and grounding as he helped you out of the car.

“i heard what happened,” he said quietly once your feet hit the tarmac.

you ripped your gloves off, jaw clenched, gaze locked across the parc ferme where max’s red bull was being wheeled back into the garage.

"yeah," you snapped, pulling your helmet off your head. "and this won't be the last you hear of it either."

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f1: two very different takes following the incident involving these two rivals in spain 🫢

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user1: y/n is handling this so much more gracefully than i would’ve

user2: i’d give anything to be a fly on the wall for when these two inevitably run into each other in the paddock

user3: max doesnt need to say anything! he did nothing wrong!

user4: i dont understand why people are giving max the benefit of the doubt here.

user5: y/n should be legally allowed to punt him off the track in canada

user7: ofc the big baby doesnt wanna talk about it.

usr6: y'all are so sensitive. max was just racing her! not his fault she was in the way

user8: taking it out on y/n as if she was the reason red bull had a shit strategy??? have some shame max

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“frankly he cost his team and himself a lot of points by pulling what he did today,” you said, voice clipped as you adjusted the collar of your fireproofs trying to keep your breathing even. “i mean i’m 4th in the race and 4th in the championship and that’s really all that matters to me.”

the skysports mic hovered just a little closer, hoping to get a good sound bite from you. “if max wants to be a big crybaby and ruin his own races... i’m all for it.” and with that, you finished out the interview with short answers about canada and your plans to not talk things out with max.

the walk back to your motorhome felt endless especially as fans called out your name and cameras flashed around every corner. you didn’t stop like you usually did... not for selfies, not for questions, not for anything. the last thing you needed was to see his smug face again so the quicker you got out of there the better. but as it usually does... fate had other plans.

you stepped into mercedes hospitality, finally exhaling, only to be met with an agitating grating voice.

“a crybaby, huh?”

you turned sharply, the door still half-open behind you. max stood with his arms folded, his jaw tight, his cheeks still red from the heat of the race and his narrowed eyes were locked onto you like a missile. “yes,” you said dryly. “an ego-driven man child with no concept of accountability.”

a couple of mechanics quickly ducked past, awkwardly pretending not to hear. you and max had a reputation especially after a few incidents last year... max stepped forward, voice low and sharp. “a man child? you’ve got to be kidding me.”

you scoffed turning on your heel. “max, I don’t want to fucking talk to you.”

“too bad,” he bit out, already following behind you, his footsteps echoing in the narrow hallway. “i don’t give a shit what you want.”

you reached your driver’s room and threw the door open, stepping inside quickly trying to shut it behind you but max caught it before it slammed in his face.

“get out!” you snapped at the dutchman.

“no!” he snapped right back. “not until you drop the ‘poor me’ act and admit you knew exactly what you were doing out there.”

“you are insufferable,” you hissed, tossing your gloves onto the couch. “you turned in on me, ignored the team and nearly wrecked both of us.”

“you dive bombed into that corner like you had nothing to lose!” he shouted.

“first of all, i did not dive bomb you and second of all, I don’t drive scared unlike the rest of the grid when big bad max comes by!”

silence crackled between you, thick and heavy, your chests rising and falling in sync as the adrenaline refused to die down. “you are the fucking worst, max verstappen,” you whispered, voice shaking with anger, frustration, maybe something else you didn’t dare name.

his eyes flicked to your lips for a half second before narrowing again. “funny. i was about to say the same thing about you.” the air between you sparked like static. neither of you moved. neither of you dared to blink.

"i hate you." he said, almost like he was trying to remind himself of it. max’s jaw ticked and for a second you thought he might back down. but instead, he took another step forward, closing the space between you. the door clicked shut behind him, whether by accident or intention, you weren’t sure.

“you think I hit you on purpose?” he questioned, voice lower now. “you think I’d throw away a podium just to mess with you?”

you let out a dry laugh, “wouldn’t be the first time you let your ego drive the car.”

he smirked, “thats so rich coming from you. you're the only person on this grid who wants to win more than they care about keeping the car on the track.”

“because I’m not here to play safe.” your eyes burned into his. “i race to win and if you can’t handle that -”

“i can handle you,” he said, stepping so close your chest brushed his. “that’s the problem. you don’t scare me, lieverd.”

the dutch slipped off his tongue like a challenge, like something heavier than an insult, something personal. your heart thudded against your ribs. “oh, you think calling me ‘darling’ in dutch is going to make me melt?” you scoffed, shoving at his chest. “newsflash, verstappen! i’m not one of your fans.”

his hand caught yours as it hit him, holding it firm between your bodies. his touch was calloused, warm. infuriatingly familiar.

“no,” he said, not taking his eyes off you or letting go of your hand despite you trying to pull it away. “you’re worse. you get under my skin and stay there.”

you hated how close he was. hated how your body betrayed you and wanted nothing more than to lean further into him. and before you could stop yourself, before logic could win over impulse... you grabbed his face and crashed your mouth against his.

it was teeth and frustration, months of tension and post-race fury unraveling all at once. his hand came up to the back of your head messing up your hair and anchoring you like he’d been waiting for this as long as you had.

a loud knock pounded at the door a short second before it swung open, "y/n/n, i wanted to check on you after -" the familiar sound of lando's voice filled the room and despite the speed at which you and max had pulled away from each other.. he absolutely saw it all. "oh wow! ok so…. you're fine i guess." he smirked.

you quickly patted down your messy hair and took a few steps away from max, "lando for the love of god you have to wait until someone replies back to your knock before barging in!!"

lando looked between you and max, completely ignoring your comment. "is this some sort of weird foreplay for you both?"

"lando," max warned. "please pretend like you never saw this."

"uhhh yeah, sure mate!" lando nodded but he was just about the least capable person you knew when it came to keeping secrets.

"i'm dead ass begging you to not tell anyone," you pleaded again.

"i won't."

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maxverstappen1: say 1 word and no more trips on air max

lando: mmmm i think id survive mate

maxverstappen1: lando im begging you. this was the first and only time this has ever happened and i think her and i need to figure out what’s going on before the whole paddock gets involved

lando: 🫣 you two are no fun!! tho i really think you both need to be honest with each other because i am fairly certain you both have a thing for the other one and i just need all this feuding to end

ynuser: you literally stepped out of the room 2 seconds ago!!!!!!

lando: and? i’m efficient

ynuser: lando you’re my best friend and all but don’t think i won’t pull a max and try to run you off the track if you leak this

lando: only if you kiss me afterwards

ynuser: UGH NO

lando: don’t worry i’m just making you both sweat i won’t explicitly tell anyone

ynuser: 😔😔😔😔 in the 15 years i’ve known you you have never once been able to keep a secret

lando: slander! i kept the secret when you hid max’s gloves in karting and he couldn’t find them

lando: now that i’m saying that … have you had a crush on him since karting?????????

ynuser: you did not keep that secret you gave them back to him and no!!!!! i don’t know!!! i don’t think so!!!

lando: ughhhhh you don’t think so?! how do you not remember girl

ynuser: i mean maybe i did! i was more focused on hating his guts because he wouldn't stop beating me

lando: sounds like a crush to me

ynuser: shut UP!! i need to process this

oscarpiastri: story time !

lando: YIPPEEEEEE

georgerussell63: TELL NE TELL ME TELLLLL MEEEEE

lando: i unfortunately can’t

georgerussell63: you’ve gotta be kidding me mate

lando: the subjects of the story have threatened my safety

georgerussell63: so the story involves max?

lando: HAHAHAHAHA

lando: it doesn’t not include max

georgerussell63: and from there i’m gonna guess it also involves y/n/n

lando: you’re too good george

georgerussell63: i’m gonna keep stewing on the rest of this story. will report back when i think i figure it out

maxfewtrell: is it even a question mate???

lando: well … no!

carlossainz55: spill the beans mi amigo

lando: technically not allowed to spill any beans but catch me in the paddock and i might whisper some hints

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thankfully, max’s place in monaco was only a short walk from your own. under normal circumstances, you wouldn’t have minded driving but in a place where everyone had a phone and every movement became a series of photos on some fan page as it often did in moncao, the last thing you needed was to be spotted pulling up to his building in one of your unmistakable cars. if someone clocked you heading toward the max verstappen’s apartment, alone, it wouldn’t take much for the internet to piece things together.

so instead of hopping into your mercedes, you opted for stealth. you dressed down in plain athletic shorts, a random hoodie you stole from george and a baseball cap repping some obscure american university with oversized sunglasses and headphones in, you looked more like a jet lagged tourist than a world-class driver sneaking off to see her biggest rival.

each step of the 1 km walk was filled with overthinking and stress. you kept replaying the past in your head, combing over all the little things max had done through the years, things you hadn’t ever though too hard about until now. maybe lando was right even though it pained you to admit that he may know something. max had unfortunately made it obvious you just hadn't been paying attention. from the karting days when he’d chase off any guy who got too close on track, to f3 when he picked fights with anyone who so much as looked at you twice in the paddock.

and then there was your 17th birthday party, mid-f3 season, when max had looked you dead in the eyes and told you you were the prettiest girl he’d ever seen. you thought he was just being nice since it was your birthday and you had a pretty rough race the day before but maybe he’d been serious. maybe you’d just been too naive to see it for what it was and too busy gaslighting yourself into believe max would never be interested in little old you.

you groaned under your breath, frustrated with yourself. how could you have missed all of it? you’d chalked up his distance after the f3 season to the pressures of moving up to f1 but maybe it wasn’t just that. maybe it was you.

by the time you reached his building and knocked softly on the door, your heart was already racing. there was a beat of silence then the sound of shuffling footsteps before the door swung open.

“you’re late,” max said, eyes scanning your face and outfit with that unreadable expression of his.

you glanced at your watch. “only by 2 minutes.”

he rolled his eyes and stepped aside to let you in. “can I get you anything? dinner’s still cooking.”

you slipped off your shoes and dropped your bag onto the counter, trying to steady your nerves. “just water.”

he moved through the kitchen quietly and when he placed the glass in front of you, he didn’t say a word just went back to stirring the pot on the stove. the silence was heavy and the tension was palpable.

without turning around he cleared his throat. “so… I wanted to talk and I thought it would be better face to face. so, thank you for coming.”

you nodded, picking nervously at your nails. “yeah. no problem.”

he turned off the burner and set the pot aside before finally facing you. “first off, i’m sorry. for spain that is... i shouldn’t have driven like that.”

you raised your hands slightly, voice soft. “it’s okay. we’ve both made dumb decisions on track.”

max shook his head. “yeah, but I could’ve hurt you. and if I had… i don’t know how I’d live with that.”

there was a moment of silence as his words sank in. “my behavior’s been childish,” he admitted. “i’ve been bitter and i'm fully ready to admit that i've also been jealous. i was so very jealous of the friendship you, lando and george had and still have and of how you're always able to light up a room when you walk into it and of how you so effortlessly always get everyone to like you."

"max-" you started before he continued.

"i know it sounds pathetic but i wanted nothing more than to be your friend all through karting and through f3. i did everything i could to try and get you to like me and i got so stupidly infatuated that i ended up messing it all up in the end. i just... i don't know... i pulled away after f3 because I was embarrassed. when I asked you out at that party and you rejected me, I didn’t know how to face you again. and then when you didn’t reach out either, i assumed you didn’t want me in your life anymore.”

“i didn’t realize you were asking me out,” you whispered. “i thought you just wanted to hang out as friends which we already did. and when you moved to f1, i figured… i just figured you wouldn’t want to waste time on someone stuck in f2. you were and are so good and focused and determined that i always felt intimidated and like a silly little distraction.”

max let out a short, breathy laugh. he ran a hand through his hair and leaned against the counter, still not fully looking at you. “god, we’re idiots,” he muttered and this time you cracked a small smile despite the lump in your throat.

“yeah,” you agreed softly. “world class athletes and total emotional amateurs.”

that got a quiet chuckle out of him, and finally, he brought himself to look at you. "why did you kiss me?" he asked and you could see the vulnerability written all over his face.

"because despite our silly year long feud which we apparently could have avoided, i haven't been able to let go of the crush i've had on you since we were kids."

he pushed off the counter, slowly stepping toward you. “so then you feel the same way about me?”

you looked up at him, heart hammering in your chest. “max… i--”

“i’m not asking for you to tell me that you love me or anything like that. not right now. i just want to stop pretending like i hate you. i want to stop turning every interaction into a fight because i don’t know how else to act around you. i want to be around you… properly. at the very least just as your friend.”

your stomach flipped at his words. all the years of missed chances and misread signals crashed into you like a wave. “and if i say i want that too?” you asked quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

he smiled it was soft and hopeful, a little nervous. “then i'll do everything in my power to do it right this time. starting by actually communicating my feels instead of bottling everything up.”

you stood from the stool, your steps slow but steady until you were right in front of him. “i guess i can give you a chance,” you said, teasing gently.

max raised a brow, a smile creeping to his lips. “just a chance?”

you let your head fall back with a laugh. “don’t push your luck, verstappen.”

he grinned, and for the first time in what felt like years, the tension that had formed between you began to finally unravel.

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f1: looks like our two favorite rivals have squashed their beef! y/n y/l/n and max verstappen arrived to the montreal paddock for media day together 👀🇨🇦

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user1: too worried about how shes out mogging him so hard to even be able to comprehend whats happening

lando: war is over! if only anyone listened to me EVER

danielriccardo: or me!! a certain dutch lion didn't listen to me either

lando: SMH

user2: not them walking in like they didn’t try to kill each other in spain 😭

geogerussell63: confused? ynuser unlock your driver room door rn i've been knocking for 3 whole minutes

ynuser: girl i'm not in there. i'm at the briefing YOU ARE ALSO SUPPOSED TO BE IN

georgerussell63: RUNNING

user63: nah i love yngeorge duo so much i wanna be their friend

lando: apparently everyone wants to be friends with y/l/nnorussell user63

ynuser: lando keep his mouth shut challenge failed

user63: WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?!

user3: we’ve entered the enemies to lovers era and i’m not emotionally prepared for this. i give it 3 more races till we get pics of them kissing behind the garages

isackhadjar: the plot twist of the century? are we being for real right now?

liamlawson31: i saw them with my own to eyes laughing together earlier

yukitsunoda0511: should we be afraid?

user4: this is why i trust slow burns. THIS is why!!!!

estebanocon: i’m scared

oscarpiastri: real

user5: now what in the fanfiction is this

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[reporter] “max, I have to start with the question everyone’s asking. you showed up to the paddock today with y/n y/l/n. should we be expecting fewer fireworks between you two this weekend?”

[max] “that depends. if she stops driving like shes in a demolition derby, maybe.”

[reporter] “so... not exactly a truce, then?”

[max] “we had a conversation and we’ve cleared a few things up.”

[reporter] “ok but things got heated after spain. you were both pretty vocal over the radio. what changed?”

[max] “sometimes you say things in the heat of the moment. doesn’t mean they’re the full story. we’ve known each other a long time and i think we forgot that for a while.”

[reporter] “so where does that leave things now?”

[max] “we’ll race like we always do. hard. but with a bit more respect, i think. maybe less screaming but who is to say.”

[reporter] “should we be reading into that very coordinated arrival this morning?”

[max] “you can read into whatever you want. i'm just here to win races.”

[reporter] “right, right. and if you win this weekend, will y/n be the first to congratulate you?”

[max] “she better be.”

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a/n: i love a past friends to enemies to lovers fr. part 2 perhaps?????

ﾟ. ✿ ୨❤︎୧⠀✿ . ﾟ

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[k-aemi]

nagi seishiro ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ its not that deep

no warning me thinks, little angst(?), fluff

boyfriend!nagi wouldnt even notice that hes hurting you unintentionally, he wouldnt know how to be a boyfriend, its his first relationship.

youre lying in bed—wrapped in his arms as he plays his games. youre quiet, just scrolling through your photos, at you and nagi. its funny because whenever you took the photos you took ten of them, but when you asked nagi, hed only take one, some of them were even blurry.

"you ever look at these?" holding up the phone so he can see.

"mm... no. i dont like photos of myself." nagi squints, taking a short glance at the photos before returning his attention on his game.

"oh," you say, your lips pressing into a thin line before continuing to scroll. "well, i like to. makes me feel like im part of your life. even when you dont... do much." your chest tightens.

nagi only lets out a hum, its not a yes, not a no. he taps his screen again and you frown. its like he didnt even acknowledge you. you turn his phone face down.

"nagi," you call out his name softly. "when was the last time you said you loved me?" your hands fall on is chest.

he blinks, dumbfounded by your question. his pauses mid-game, before thinking. "i dunno. i thought you already knew."

"thats not the point."

he looks at you—lazy eyes narrowing. "then what is the point?"

you sat up, face serious and eyes lowering. "you never try," your voice raises. "you dont plan dates, you dont say sweet things to me, and you dont notice when im upset unless i say it. i feel like im just here because its easy for you."

nagi slowly sits up too, with a confused expression planted on his face. "that isnt true, youre the only person i let stay like this with me. that means something doesnt it?" he asks genuinely.

"thats not love, just convenience." your chest heavy as you stared at him.

nagis still confused, not understanding the weight of the situation here. "i dont get it, were together. why does it have to be so complicated?" his tone still flat as ever, and it only makes you snap.

"because im not something you can just lie on top of me like a couch and call that love."

silence fills the room with just that, he opens his mouth to say something but nothing ever came. he doesnt know what to do, he was always good with games and goals, not people.

"i didnt mean to make you feel that way."

after that day you didnt want to text him, you wouldnt try if he didnt want to. you waited until he text.

nagi doesnt think nothing of it when you dont bother to text him, he just thinks youre asleep or busy. so hes back to his game.

the next day he still got nothing. you havent posted on your story, or send at least one meme to him. which was weird.

he taps on their last conversation, you left him on read. no message from you. he rereads what he said.

nagi 6:34pm "cool. cya then"

he doesnt see anything wrong, it was a normal response.

nagi on the fourth really thinks about it now. okay maybe you are potentially mad. but about what?

its a hassel to think this hard. did he forget something, say something off? hes scrolling through the old messages and everything looks normal.

your daily "i miss you"s, his lazy response of "same"s. you sending a selfie of yourself, hoping for a "you look pretty" but just a heart reaction and nothing else. hes confused, he always done that, so what changed?

after a week he caves in.

nagi 7:23am "hey"

but there was no reply form you.

two days later with no reply, he texts again.

nagi 1:43am "u good?" "did i do smth?" "tell me."

he just stares at the screen that lit the dark room, delivered. not read.

he doesnt know what to do, youre not responding to him. its quiet in his room. too quiet. and for the first time in a long time, he really cant focus. not on his games, on his phone, anything.

every time he entered in a match hed lose the motivation to just continue, or hed have a losing streak which would make him a bit frustrated.

another couple days later, hes spamming. flat, sort messages, to see if you were still there.

nagi 9:12am "yo" "helloo" "seriously?" "this is annoying." "y arent u saying anything?"

no message, he doesnt send one. he just lies on his bed, pone clutced to his chest, scrolling through old photos of you and him. you smiling, silly faces, and ones of you half asleep.

he misses your voice. he misses you saying things hed never respond to, but always heard. he can only sigh before he closes his eyes.

"if you dont text back soon, i think ill actually go crazy."

its a hassle.

no texts, no calls, no nothing. he doesnt like it, his chest tightens. he just thought of you as moody. but now its like youre gone. he doesnt know what to do, so of course he searches what to do.

"what to do if ur gf ignores u"

top results said: buy her favorite things: "show her youre thinking of her, bring flowers, candy, cute keychains and apologize. communicate with her."

nagi just reads, advice after advice.

"...lame." he sighs, shutting his phone off before putting on his shoes to head out.

hes at your place now. at least carrying five different kinds of snacks you like, your favorite drink, and a cheap bouquet from the grocery store flowers because apparently boyfriends do that.

he looks ridiculous carrying that much stuff in his arms, he doesnt even know how long he stands in front of your door before knocking. he almost walked away twice.

and there you were, hair messy and expression unreadable. you were wearing his hoodie that he had left at your place, way too big on you.

you blink, seeing nagi holding a bunch of...things.

he has to tilt his head to look at you.

"ah. you havent talked to me in weeks. so i brought this." you just stare. the silence is heavy and hes having second thoughts about this.

"... you like these, right?" he mumbles. its still silent.

youre just shocked right now, you didnt even know nagi would take the effort to actually do all this stuff, but considering it took him about two weeks still made you upset.

"i do sei." you give a light smile, face buried in his hoodie.

his eyes widen slightly but wrapping his arms around her slow and firm.

"can you tell me next time?"

"yeah."

"okay," he says. "then ill fix it."

even after that day, he still doesnt understand feelings, but he does understand reactions.

its when youre hanging out with him in his room, laying besides him while he plays games again. you got yourself a new dress and did your makeup the other day and wanted to show him.

"sei look." you showed him the photo of the self-photo selfie you took. "what do you think?!" you say excitedly, you thought you looked really good in this one, like your features were more enhanced with the dress.

he barely glances at it. "looks the same as your other ones." he goes back to his game. he didnt mean it like in a cruel way, he just said it like its a fact.

the second those words leaves his mouth, he can see the way your smile faltered.

"oh. yeah i guess so." you pull your phone back slowly, flipping to the other side. your back facing him now.

he didnt think anything of it at first, he just went back to his game. its been a while since he hasnt heard your voice, usually youre just talking to him about random things you see on the internet or a random story you remembered.

its not until his head perked up from the silent cries and sniffles coming from you. he turns his head to your figure.

"...are you crying?" you only shake your head.

"wait—what did i do..?" he asked with his voice soft, he still didnt even realize what he had done. his chest tightens, the silence was loud. he pauses the game, sitting up with his hand placing on your shoulder, shaking you a bit.

"did i say something wrong?" you wipe your eyes with your sleeves.

"forget it." nagi just stares, its suffocating to see you like this. he thinks hard. was it the photo you were mad about? he didnt know what he had said to make you sad.

he shifts closer to you awkwardly.

"wanna play a game with me?" holding his phone up to your face, only for you to swat his hand away with no response.

"ill let you pick." still nothing. his voice only gets quieter.

"you can have the good controller." still nothing from you. he doesnt know what to do. hes offering games to you, and asking what he did wrong, but youre just not responding.

he limps back on his bed, the bed bounces you and him as he stares at the ceiling. he looks to his side, your back still faces him and he sighs.

he takes his phone out, inches away from his face, completely clueless. he types into the search bar:

"how to be a boyfriend."

he thinks about it before rewording it.

"how to make ur gf not mad anymore"

deleting it once again, finally settling on:

"things boyfriends do in relationships"

and the results are very... overwhelming. dates, compliments, talking. so much talking.

"ask about her day"

"hold her hand"

"hug her out of nowhere"

"tell her shes pretty even if she looks tired."

"...weird." he whispers to himself with a squint.

he scrolls down, reading a few threads, which some of them sound exhausting. he always seemed to notice a common pattern upon them. every single answer had one thing—effort, something the lazy boy very much hated.

without a word he slides an arm around your waist. so casually as if he had always done this. pulling you in close to him while he still reads what to do on his phone with his other hand.

he can feel the way you tensed, but he doesnt say anything.

youre quite confused, hes never done that on his own unless you did it first, so it was surprising for you.

"what...are you doing..?" you tilt your head, but not enough to be met with his eyes.

"hm? nothin'," he says so calmly, as if he didnt just decide to change up his act and finally act like a boyfriend for the first time.

your eyebrows furrowed a bit. "did you want something..?" you face the wall again, theres no way hed do this unless hed want something you thought.

"no." he says bluntly.

"you looked pretty in that photo." he said with barely any emotion, but his voice soft. he settled his phone down to pat your head.

"but i liked the smile you had more when you showed me." he buried his face into your neck, inhaling your scent. your eyes widen, finally turning to him, you felt...like you had butterflies in your stomach for the first time in a while.

when he finally sees your face he gave a light kiss to your cheek.

"next time just say 'that hurt', okay? so i dont have to guess." his face blank again. youre pretty sure that was the first he had ever kissed you without you telling or initiating first.

you just nod slowly, too shy to face him.

nagi is so cute, hope nothing bad happens to him ^///^ I WILL WORK ON REQUESTS NOW SO SORRY

tags ✎: @rinrinniebaby @kaiserpussy

[lmaowhatt]

MEET. . . LOVER BOY!JJ

˗ˏˋ ❥・✎ lover boy!jj who. . . ALWAYS says the i in 'i love you,' 'i miss you,' and even the occasional 'im sorry,' when he knows hes in the shithole.

˗ˏˋ ❥・✎ lover boy!jj who. . . met you at a bonfire he hadnt wanted to go to in the first place, going to brush you off when you spilled some beer on him, but being hooked the second his eyes landed on you.

˗ˏˋ ❥・✎ lover boy!jj who. . . pined, and i mean pined, after you, regardless of the consequences and who warned him to back off. constantly sent you flowers, whether it was emojis, or to your address every other week after the first time you two hung out. even dropped comments like "im always here for you, sweet girl," because why not.

˗ˏˋ ❥・✎ lover boy!jj who. . . almost threw a party the second you agreed to go out with him because he wanted you for oh so long. took you to your favorite place on the island, barely containing himself when you leaned in at the end of the date.

˗ˏˋ ❥・✎ lover boy!jj who. . . constantly sends you selfie updates while hes at work or out with john b and pope. sometimes he keeps them silly, doing goofy faces or holding a funny pose, other times... he knows exactly what hes doing.

˗ˏˋ ❥・✎ lover boy!jj who. . . will work himself to death if it means he can buy you something youve wanted for a while, and he wont ever make you feel like shit if he stole it.

˗ˏˋ ❥・✎ lover boy!jj who. . . conspires with john b and pope to come up with new date ideas because hes damn well sure hes overused most of them by now. usually will find a, what he considers, new date idea, still repeating old ones but adding a spin to them.

˗ˏˋ ❥・✎ lover boy!jj who. . . will constantly be touching you because hes gotten that used to you being there. whether its an arm around your shoulders, your pinkys looped, him rubbing a hand up and down your arm, kissing your shoulder, anything.

˗ˏˋ ❥・✎ lover boy!jj who. . . always texts you about how much he misses you, even after hes just dropped you off after a date. always sweet, sometimes frisky. an 'im thinking bout you,' sprinkled in there. an 'i love you,' and even an 'i miss you and the scratch marks on my back, mostly you,' which is always followed by a 'come over, baby?'

˗ˏˋ ❥・✎ lover boy!jj who. . . is very protective. plain and simple. he doesnt allow anyone to disrespect you, he lets the occasional joke slide from the pogues when he knows theyre messing around. but its best to not poke the bear.

˗ˏˋ ❥・✎ lover boy!jj who. . . sends you songs that remind him of you, has pet names for you, (baby, princess, sweet girl) saved every voice message you send him, would screen record calls between you two if his storage wasnt so full with pictures of you and the pogues.

˗ˏˋ ❥・✎ lover boy!jj who. . . doesnt know whether to go hard or take it slow during sex. because on one hand, he loves 'making love' to you, as corny as it sounds, relishing in the moment and not just doing it to do it. but on the other hand, loves when you entice him to go further by doing literally anything.

↓ LOVER BOY!JJ WORKS HERE ↓

✎ texts w/ lover boy!jj

𐙚⋆ pt. 1 pt. 2

✎ soft smut with lover boy!jj

✎ jj finds texts from kelce on your phone

✎ a school day with lover boy!jj

✎ a kegger with lover boy!jj

✎ lover boy!jj's music taste

✎ lover boy!jj's protectiveness

✎ lover boy!jj with a baby

✎ teen pregnancy (first kid lmao)

✎ lover boy!jj gets in an accident

a/n: im ACTUALLY in love?? pls send asks about lover boy!jj because im about to have a TIMEE.

[mandukkul]

Weird Boyfriend — ot7

synopsis: things your Enhypen boyfriend does

tags: bf!ot7 x f!reader, crack/ humour

warning: none

word count: n/a

likes + comments appreciated

author's note: Thank you for 1k followers! i know i don't actively post on here because its a hobby account but i seriously am so grateful for for all the support!!

#°❀⋆manny's 1k celebration event .ೃ࿔*:･

희승 | heeseung

- has toxic league humour running in his veins

- don’t let his cool sexy hot guy persona fool you

- one time you caught him on YOUR twitter account OLBITERATING his own haters

- lich got you banned on twitter for saying kys your mums a hoe!

- thank god he doesn’t know how to dox or else he’d abuse that shit out of that ability

제이 | jay

- actually tends to drown you out on instinct now

- NOT BECAUSE HE DOESNT LOVE YOU

- but you seriously talk so much and about so many different things

- your ability to switch from one topic to another is uncanny so he’s bound to miss a few things

- plus he can’t waste good memory storage on the 100 reasons why superheroes are just grown adults with accepted fursonas

데잌크 | jake

- is so smart and yet lowk so dumb

- like his brain just turns off around you and you don’t know if you feel happy that he feels comfortable around you or sad that he makes you do all the thinking

- playing fire boy and water girl would suck! because you’re yelling at him to wait for you because he can’t jump over the green liquid but bro is nawt listening and thinks he can raw dog it (he doesn’t)

- makes you rage quit!

- also the type to say “babe i just found this awesome new underground artist i think you’d love them”

- and it’s like rex orange county or soemthing 😭

성훈 | sunghoon

- leaves a message that only appears when the mirror fogs up

- something like “you’re stunning”

- also leaves cute messages around the for you to find.

- “you got this!” “you’re the best!” “you’re so handsome” “you are so strong and buff!”

- okay that was a bit weird but you love sunghoon regardless

- you bring it up with him and he laughs like it’s the smartest idea in the world

- only, his laugh seems a bit too genuine

- turns out he’s been leaving those messages around for himself.

- #can’tgoadaywithoutmydailyaffirmations!

선우 | sunoo

- lowk a diva

- gets mad when you don’t want to go and get a sweet treat with him

“im just too full, get one without me”

- fuck off. and he sulks until you cave in.

- when you bring him around on shopping days with your friends, he ends up gossiping with them and shopping and you’re just standing there like YOUR the bf being forced to walk around and follow them

- at least he ends up getting ALL the tea and you debrief at home

정윈 | jungwon

- lowk judgemental but loves you so much so don’t take it to heart

- like you bite his bicep and he gives you a look that’s akin to killing all his future hypothetical bloodline

- or pull on his teeth

- or pick his nose

- like stop being a weirdo (affectionate)

- but then he says outrageous shit

“okay but like what if we fuse, i would totally be satisfied with life if i lived under your skin” “wonnie… you aren’t going to skin me alive… right?“what? no i just want to crawl under your skin, i think it’d be warm, and snuggly”

- you may do weird shit but he says weird shit

- “i just want you to stop saying odd shit”

- but don’t be fooled, he still judges you with a loving look

니키 | niki

- fake ass emo!

- spends at least 20 minutes posing to take a good selfie for you and sends it to you and actively checks if you seen it

- and when you do see it, acts like he “just took it randomly” LIKE WE KNOW YOU VOGUED THAT SHIT RELAX

- tries to act nonchalant when you give him a dry ass reply:

“okay, riks, whatever you say”

- JUST BELIEVE HIM FOR YOUR OWN SAKE

- one time on call, he caught himself using his higher register

- so next sentence he drops like 2 octaves and acts like it’s his normal voice

“and so i totally think big chill is the hottest alien out of ben’s arsenal” “yeah 👹” “????”

- gaslights you to thinking that’s what he sounded like the whole time

- also, would give you a thousand yard stare if you take a photo of his left side

[honeyhaeya]

(2/2)🖇 ༘ ⋆"Moved On Not "

' ╰┈ 'if the sun refused to shine, baby, would i still be your lover? would you want me there?"

' .☘︎ ݁˖' '연준 x f!reader

🎧ྀི 'ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : intro (Ariana Grande)

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ genre / tags: fluff, smut, emotional tension, friends to lovers, teasing & possessive!yeonjun, intense makeouts, lap-sitting, domestic moments, long build-up, jealousy, banter, soft aftercare, sunrise sex ੈ✩‧₊˚ warnings: NSFW WARNINGS UNDER THE CUT ! explicit language, emotionally vulnerable scenes, jealousy themes, minor angst (resolved), tension from miscommunication, reader is bold, story contains mature themes, recording of sex ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎˎˊ˗ nsfw warnings: porn with little plot (AT LEAST) - oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up irl), praise kink, hair pulling, neck kissing/biting, dirty talk, soft dom!yeonjun, riding, creampie implied, overstimulation, light marking (hickeys), possessiveness (you’re mine energy), emotionally charged sex, aftercare (wiping, cuddling, forehead kisses), clingy!yeonjun post-sex, reader takes control at times, riding, mirror sex, recording kink. ✩‧₊˚ wc: 7348ੈ ੈ♡ a/n: i've decided this would be the last chapter. a big boo for me, i'll accept that, but i still have a ton of shit works i need to update and post here on tumblr. 2/2 chapters ! MAKE SURE TO READ PART 1 BABES ! and i'm rlly sorry for the mixed-up typings where some parts are detailed, while other are lowercased. i wrote this in different times and places, hope it doesnt bother you much. ENJOY THOUGH !

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You woke up to soft lips brushing along your bare shoulder, the faint scent of his cologne still clinging to your sheets.

“Morning,” he murmured against your skin, voice thick with sleep and adoration.

You hummed, eyes still shut. “You're still here?”

“Where else would I be?” he asked, like it was the dumbest question in the world.

That was the beginning of everything.

Your first actual date wasn’t some candlelit dinner—no, Yeonjun took you on a spontaneous late-night drive to the city’s highest parking garage. The skyline shimmered below, but he only looked at you.

“Look at the view,” you whispered.

“I am,” he said, already leaning in.

You made out for twenty minutes in the backseat of his car, half-undressed, your lipstick smudged on his jaw, your leg thrown over his lap as his hands wandered like he was memorizing you.

“I like kissing you,” he confessed, breathless.

“I noticed.”

Date two? Arcade.

You beat him in air hockey. Twice.

“You’re cheating,” he accused, arms around your waist as you doubled over laughing.

“Maybe you just suck.”

“You wanna suck something else, baby?”

You smacked him with a plushie he won for you. It was a frog. You named it “Junnie.”

The cuddles were the most dangerous part.

After movie nights, you’d fall asleep tangled together on the couch. Yeonjun would always stay just a little longer than necessary. Kiss your hair. Whisper dumb things like “you smell like home” and “I think I’m addicted to you.”

One night, you didn’t let him go.

“Just stay,” you mumbled into his chest.

He did. He always would.

And somewhere between tangled sheets, shared playlists, the way he kissed you mid-laugh, and the way he always held your hand like he was scared to lose you—

You realized it wasn’t just lust. Not anymore.

You were falling.

Hard.

And so was he.

It started when you posted a selfie.

Just a simple one. New gloss, cute top, a subtle “feeling pretty” caption. But your DMs blew up. Including one from some dude from high school.

Yeonjun saw it. He was across the room. You didn’t even realize until you caught him sulking on the couch, arms crossed, lips pouting, jaw tight.

“You okay?” you asked, flopping beside him.

“No,” he said bluntly. “Why is Namjoon from math class calling you ‘gorgeous’ under your pic? Should I fight him?”

You choked. “What?”

He turned to face you, leaning in close. Too close. “Do I not tell you enough? Do I need to remind you?”

You grinned. “You sound jealous.”

“I am.” His voice dropped. “You’re mine.”

Next thing you knew, your back hit the couch and his mouth was back on yours, hot and hungry. His hand slid under your shirt, his words muffled against your skin.

“Wanna make sure you remember it.”

Later that night, when you were curled up in his hoodie, legs tangled under a blanket, he kept staring at you like you held the damn stars.

“What?” you asked, poking his cheek.

Yeonjun hesitated, then shrugged. “I think I’m gonna end up falling in love with you.”

You blinked. “You’re not already?”

His mouth parted. You laughed, cheeks flushed as you looked away. “Oops.”

He grabbed your hand. “Wait—say it again.”

“You’re not already?” you teased.

“No. The other thing.”

You rolled your eyes with a smile. “I love you, idiot.”

He didn’t say anything. Just kissed you like it was the last time. Like it was the only thing he knew how to do.

And maybe it was.

It was Yeonjun’s idea.

“I wanna make cookies,” he said, lying on your bed, scrolling Pinterest like a bored housewife. “The cute ones. With the little hearts.”

You blinked at him. “You wanna bake?”

“With you,” he said, smug, rolling over to kiss your cheek. “And then kiss you after I shove cookie dough in your mouth.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You just wanna make out covered in flour.”

“Exactly.”

It started cute.

He wore the pink apron. You wore his hoodie. The music was soft, sunlight coming through your kitchen window. You measured the sugar, he cracked the eggs. Your fingers brushed in the bowl and he grinned like a sap.

“This is domestic as hell,” you said, smearing a little flour on his cheek.

He did the same to you, but worse—palmed your whole face with flour-covered hands. You gasped. “You’re dead.”

Cue: chaos. You threw flour at him. He dumped a spoon of batter down your shirt. You screamed. He ran.

“You’re cleaning that up!” you yelled, chasing him through the apartment with a whisk in your hand.

Yeonjun ducked behind the couch, laughing. “Not if you catch me first.”

You tackled him. Literally. He hit the couch, arms around your waist as you both collapsed in giggles.

Then the laughter faded. Your eyes met.

His hands stayed firm on your hips.

“You look cute like this,” he murmured, thumbing a bit of flour off your lip. “All messy. All mine.”

Your breath caught. You kissed him—slow, warm, tasting sweet like vanilla.

The cookies burnt.

Neither of you cared.

That night.

You were lying in bed, snuggled under blankets, legs tangled together, watching trash TV with the smell of burnt sugar still lingering.

“You’d still love me if I sucked at baking, right?” he asked.

“You do suck at baking.”

He gasped. “Betrayal.”

You giggled, nuzzling into his chest. “I love you anyway.”

Yeonjun wrapped his arms around you tighter, burying his face into your hair.

“I’m gonna marry you,” he whispered. “One day.”

You smiled.

“I know.”

the tension starts simple.

he’s busy. like really busy. comeback soon, promotions stacking up. rehearsals until 3 a.m., interviews that never end. you say it’s fine—of course it’s fine—but the calls get shorter, the dates turn into postponed maybes, and when you do see each other, he’s tired.

you still kiss. you still cuddle. but you feel it—that hum of distance settling like dust.

“yeonjun,” you whisper one night, curled up on his couch, his head in your lap, “do you miss me?”

he blinks slowly. “what kind of question is that?”

but his answer isn’t yes.

and your silence says everything.

it builds.

you start feeling like a second thought. you wait up for him only to fall asleep alone. he forgets you had a thing on friday. you stop bringing it up.

you still love him. he still loves you. but love doesn’t stop the ache from creeping in like a draft under the door.

you break down one night—not in a dramatic, screaming way—but in the shower. quiet sobs, back against the tile. exhausted. not because he’s mean. but because he’s not here. and you’re starting to forget what it feels like when he was.

then comes the breaking point.

he shows up at your apartment after a long stretch of silence. no warning, just keys rattling, and he walks in like the world hasn’t shifted under your feet.

you don’t greet him.

you’re sitting on the couch, arms crossed, eyes tired.

he knows.

“baby,” he says softly.

and you just say:

“i feel so alone. and you’re right here.”

that’s what ruins him.

he kneels in front of you, burying his face in your lap, arms around your waist like he’s begging the universe not to take you from him.

“i don’t know how to do this,” he chokes. “i don’t know how to be in love with you and still chase everything else.”

you run your fingers through his hair. you’re crying, too.

“then don’t make me choose between being patient and being okay.”

and for the first time, you both understand:

you’re not fighting each other.

you’re fighting the gap between your lives.

and it’s breaking you.

but the love doesn’t go away.

it lingers in forehead kisses and i miss yous. in holding hands tighter. in soft apologies whispered half-asleep.

you don’t break up.

you just… hold on.

even when it hurts.

you learn to fill your days with things for yourself. not to distract from the ache of missing him, but because you know you're your own person too. you work your part-time job at the café near campus, fingers stained with ink from late-night study sessions, eyes puffy from sleep-deprived group projects. but you push through, for yourself.

karina and winter stay your constants—karaoke nights, cram sessions, skincare sleepovers with ramen at 2 a.m. you laugh with them. you vent with them. you cry a little, sometimes. but they keep you grounded.

and still, somewhere in the back of your mind, there’s always him.

you don’t see him much. once every two, three weeks if you’re lucky.

but those nights? those rare, golden reunions?

they’re everything.

he shows up in his hoodie and cap, slipping into your world like he belongs there. and he does. because when he walks into your apartment with takeout in one hand and a tired smile on his lips, your whole chest aches with how much you missed him.

you sit on the floor, sharing food and stories. you’re both quieter than before, but there’s comfort in the stillness. his thumb strokes your knuckles as you talk. your fingers card through his hair while he lays in your lap again, like old times.

and when you kiss—it’s slow. not rushed. not lusty. just… lingering. meaningful. like every press of his lips against yours says thank you for waiting.

there’s no big confession. no promises carved into the stars. just:

"i missed you," he whispers against your skin.

"me too," you whisper back.

and maybe one night, you cancel plans just to be with him. he pulls you into his arms and sways you in the middle of your living room, no music playing, just the sound of your heart beating against his.

“you’re still my favorite person,” he murmurs.

“you always will be,” you reply.

you’re lying on the couch, legs over his lap, the tv playing something neither of you are watching. your hand is in his hair. his hand? well… it’s resting suspiciously close to your inner thigh.

"you always touch me like you forgot how soft i am," you say with a teasing raise of your brow.

yeonjun just smirks, leaning down to ghost his lips over your neck.

"no, baby," he murmurs, voice low, "i remember exactly how soft you are. but it’s been two weeks, and i’ve had to suffer with nothing but your voice memos and those goddamn pictures in my hoodie. do you know what that did to me?"

his hand creeps higher, fingers brushing over the hem of your shorts.

you bite your lip. “yeonjun.”

"yeah?" he breathes, eyes dark and locked on you. “miss me that bad, sweetheart?”

you can’t answer—not with how he’s suddenly kissing you like he’s starving, like you’re the first breath after drowning. teeth, tongue, hands—desperate. and you? you’re melting, grinding against him like you’ve needed this too.

he chuckles against your lips, cocky and breathless.

"someone’s needy," he teases, pulling back slightly just to watch your dazed expression.

"i hate you," you pant.

"yeah?" he grins. "then why are you already soaking through these little shorts?"

his fingers finally slip under your shorts, and he groans when he feels how wet you already are for him.

“fuck, baby… just like this for me already?”

you don’t answer—you can’t, not when he’s rubbing slow circles against your soaked panties, watching the way your body shudders under him. he knows exactly what he’s doing, smug as hell, that stupid chain around his neck swinging when he leans in to kiss the corner of your mouth.

“take ‘em off,” you whisper, tugging at the hem of his hoodie. “now.”

he chuckles darkly. “getting bossy, huh?”

“or you could shut up and let me ride you.”

yeonjun doesn’t need to be told twice. in one motion, the hoodie’s gone, pants tugged down just enough for his boxers to stretch tight over the bulge you’ve been teasing all night. you climb onto his lap, panties pushed to the side, shorts long forgotten on the floor.

“slow,” he murmurs, holding your waist as you sink down on him, your eyes fluttering shut with a moan. “let me feel you. fuck—just like that.”

you bite your lip to quiet yourself, but it’s no use—not with the stretch, not with how deep he feels inside you in this position. he looks up at you like you’re the whole damn sky, hands gripping your thighs so tight they might bruise.

“you ride me like you need it,” he pants, watching the way you bounce, thighs trembling. “missed this pussy so much, fuck—i’ll let you do whatever you want to me if you keep fucking me like that.”

you whimper, nails digging into his shoulders for leverage. your moans spill out freely now, hips moving faster, chasing your high shamelessly.

"i-i'm close—"

"yeah?" he smirks, thrusting up into you as you ride. "make a mess on me, baby. right here. c’mon, be my good girl."

you fall apart with his name on your lips, legs shaking, walls fluttering around him as he groans your name like it’s his favorite prayer.

he kisses you through it, deep and filthy, still inside you when he whispers—

“round two in the shower?”

he doesn’t even give you a full minute to recover. you’re still catching your breath, flushed and sweaty against his chest when he scoops you up like you weigh nothing. your legs wrap around his waist out of instinct.

“wh—yeonjun,” you gasp, clinging to him, “you’re seriously insane—”

“uh-huh,” he grins, kissing your cheek as he nudges the bathroom door open with his foot. “and i’m not done with you.”

he sets you on the bathroom counter first, tugging your top over your head with ease, eyes glued to your flushed skin. you’re sore, trembling, but your body betrays you—you want him just as bad.

he kisses you again, deeper this time. rougher. when his tongue slides against yours, you’re already breathless, already moaning into his mouth.

you barely register him turning on the shower until the room starts filling with steam. he lifts you again, both of you stumbling in, kissing, laughing, wanting.

you press your back against the cold tiles, and he’s right there—pinning you, caging you in with his arms, water running down his toned chest. his cock presses against your thigh, hard again. still.

“you feel that?” he grits out, grinding slowly. “you did this to me. you’re not getting away without paying for it.”

“i’m sore,” you whimper, lips brushing his. “and you’re still—so hard—”

“then let me make it worth it.”

and oh, he does.

he sinks to his knees, kissing down your stomach, your thighs, water beading off your skin like you’re something out of a fantasy. he licks a stripe up your inner thigh, hands firm on your waist as he pulls one of your legs over his shoulder.

“yeonjun—” your head thuds back against the tile, a broken moan slipping past your lips when he finally puts his mouth on you.

his tongue is relentless—slow, deep, teasing strokes that have your knees nearly buckling. and he knows it.

“taste so fucking good,” he groans into you, voice hoarse. “can’t get enough.”

your hands tangle in his hair, tugging, anchoring yourself as he eats you out like a man starved. it’s filthy—the slurping sounds, the water hitting the floor, your breathy moans echoing through the steamy air.

you come with a choked cry, legs shaking, body twitching—and yeonjun doesn’t stop. not until you’re whimpering, begging him to let you breathe.

he stands again, kisses you hard, makes you taste yourself on his tongue. then he’s lining up, hands on your hips, and you barely have time to register it before he pushes inside again.

“you said you were sore,” he growls in your ear, thrusts deep and slow, “but look at you—taking me like you were made for it.”

you can’t speak. you can’t think. not when he fucks you through the afterglow, lifting one of your legs to reach deeper, angling his hips just right until you’re a mess again—head lolling back, eyes rolling, lips parted.

“say my name,” he pants, kissing your neck. “let everyone know who’s fucking you this good.”

you do. over and over again.

you’re not even sure how long it’s been. time’s a blur, your voice is wrecked, and you’ve lost count of how many times he’s made you come. but yeonjun? he’s insatiable. his body’s flushed, breath heavy, eyes dark and absolutely feral—and he still wants more.

“think you can handle one more?” he murmurs, brushing the hair from your face, his thumb teasing your bottom lip. you’re trembling in his lap, straddling him under the hot water as it pours over your bodies, your legs barely able to hold you up.

you nod, eyes glassy, voice raspy. “yeah… just—just don’t go easy.”

his mouth twitches into a grin. “wasn’t planning to.”

he flips you around without warning—your palms slap against the foggy glass, back arching as he presses his body flush to yours. his hands roam your stomach, your chest, hips grinding into your ass with slow, sinful rolls.

“look at you,” he groans, dragging his cock through your folds. “still so wet—fuck, baby.”

and then he pushes in from behind.

you cry out, legs shaking again. he wraps an arm around your waist to hold you steady, the other tangled in your hair, tugging gently as he pounds into you.

skin slapping, breathy moans, wet sounds echoing off the tile—pure filth.

“you’re taking me so fucking good,” he grits out, thrusts sharp, relentless. “fuck—i can feel how deep i am.”

you’re a mess of “please,” “yes,” and “yeonjun,”—nothing coherent, just raw, whimpering need.

he pulls out abruptly and you almost collapse, but he catches you, lifts you like you’re nothing and pins you against the wall. your legs wrap around him again, his hands gripping under your thighs as he sinks back in, deeper than ever, your back hitting the tile with every thrust.

you sob his name against his lips, clinging to his shoulders.

and just when you think it’s too much, he lays you down on the counter—legs over his shoulders now, bending you in half, watching your face as he pushes in again.

“look at me,” he demands, holding your chin. “i wanna see how pretty you look when i ruin you.”

you shatter.

your body tenses, head thrown back, and you come again with a cry that could’ve woken the whole building.

yeonjun follows with a deep groan, burying himself inside you with one last, desperate thrust, fingers gripping your thighs like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

he kisses your forehead after, still inside you, both of you panting and shaking and soaked.

“…we’re definitely skipping class,” he whispers.

you laugh breathlessly, burying your face in his neck.

“worth it?”

you nod.

“worth every. fucking. second.”

“you’re unbelievable,” he mutters as he lays you down on the bed, both of you freshly showered but definitely not rested. your body’s still sensitive, twitching under his touch, but yeonjun? he’s hard again—pressed against your thigh, leaking, throbbing, desperate.

“jun…” you whisper, barely catching your breath. “you’re still—?”

he nods, eyes dark. “can’t help it. you’re too fucking pretty like this.” he kisses your neck, slowly trailing down your collarbone. “and you have no idea what you do to me.”

you whimper as he rolls you onto your stomach, then lifts your hips gently. you glance up, confused—until you see what he’s doing.

he’s angling you towards the mirror at the end of the bed.

“wanna show you,” he breathes, dragging your body back against him. “wanna show you why i keep getting hard for you… why i can’t stop.”

your cheeks flush as he reaches between your legs, fingers slipping through your folds again, spreading you open for the mirror.

“look,” he whispers, hot breath on your ear. “look how wet you still are.”

you try to turn your face away, shy—but he grabs your chin, gently but firm. “don’t hide. want you to see what i see.”

he pushes into you slowly from behind—and you see it all. the stretch, the slide, the way your mouth falls open when he bottoms out.

“fuck—look at that,” he growls, thrusting slow and deep. “your pussy’s so fucking perfect.”

you moan his name, hands gripping the sheets, your gaze locked to the mirror as he begins moving faster, harder, snapping his hips up into you like he’s got something to prove.

and he does.

“see that?” he pants, gripping your hips tighter. “that’s why i’m always hard. every time i see you. every time i think about this—about us.”

you’re shaking, tears slipping down your cheeks from the intensity. and he loves it.

“you’re mine, y/n,” he whispers, dragging your body up so your back’s to his chest. one hand cups your throat, the other sliding between your legs to rub soft circles. “say it.”

“yours,” you gasp, watching the way he ruins you in the mirror. “i’m yours.”

“say it louder.”

“i’m yours, yeonjun—fuck, i’m—!”

you come again, body tensing, back arching—and yeonjun loses it. he holds you through it, biting down on your shoulder with a deep groan as he spills inside you, grinding his hips as deep as they’ll go, cock twitching with every pulse.

you both collapse forward, panting, sticky, sweaty—and yeonjun chuckles, pressing kisses to your shoulder blade.

“maybe next time i’ll record it,” he murmurs. “show you how fucking gorgeous you look when you come on my cock.”

“you’re insane,” you whisper, completely ruined.

“for you?” he grins. “absolutely.”

“you sure?” he murmurs, voice hoarse as he hovers over you, phone in hand, the camera already glowing.

you nod, cheeks flushed, lips swollen from the way he’s been kissing you all night. “just don’t show anyone.”

his gaze darkens. “as if i’d let anyone else see you like this.”

he hits record.

you moan the moment he pushes into you—slow, deliberate, filling you inch by inch while the phone captures the way your legs tremble and your eyes roll back. his other hand is gripping yours tight, knuckles white, anchoring you as your body arches under him.

“fuck, baby,” he growls, angling the camera to show where you're connected. “look at how good you take me. so fucking tight, so wet—god, this pussy’s made for me.”

you’re panting, nearly incoherent, every drag of his cock making your thighs quake. he adjusts the angle so your face is in view too—messy, needy, yours eyes fluttering.

“you look so pretty like this,” he whispers, locking his eyes with yours. “you watching, sweetheart? look at how you’re falling apart for me.”

he thrusts harder, deeper, the camera shaking slightly with every motion as he fucks you into the mattress, your hands scrambling for purchase on his back.

“you like being filmed?” he breathes against your neck. “like knowing i’m gonna watch this again when you’re not here, jerking off to how you sound when i’m buried inside you?”

“yeonjun—fuck—”

he lets go of your hand, pressing your thighs up toward your chest, splitting you open as the camera captures everything—the stretch, the slick, the way your body trembles when he hits that perfect spot.

“come for me, baby. let them hear how good i fuck you.”

you sob his name as your orgasm crashes over you, shaking, broken, and he doesn’t stop—he fucks you through it, hissing when you clench around him, before finally gasping and spilling inside you with a low, wrecked moan of your name.

he ends the video with one final thrust and a deep kiss to your lips.

“mine,” he whispers. “every messy, gorgeous part of you.”

you’re still catching your breath, legs tangled with his, the sheets half-pulled off the bed and your body limp against his chest.

“you okay?” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

“barely,” you mumble, voice hoarse from how hard you were screaming minutes ago. “you literally folded me in half.”

“and you loved it,” he grins, smug and satisfied.

you slap his chest weakly, but there’s no heat in it—not when you’re still pulsing from the orgasm he just gave you, not when his hand keeps drifting higher and higher between your legs again.

“yeonjun—”

“what?” he says, wide-eyed and innocent. “can’t help it. you’re still so warm. still fucking soaked.”

you try to squirm away but he holds you tighter, one hand slipping down your stomach.

“baby…”

“just touching,” he says sweetly, fingers teasing the sensitive spot between your legs. “just wanna see how messy i made you.”

you gasp, hips jerking as his thumb circles your clit, soft and slow. it’s too much, too sensitive—and he knows it.

he shushes you gently, eyes dark as he watches your face. “so pretty when you squirm.”

you’re panting again, body twitching, and he hasn’t even fucked you again yet.

“fuck,” he mumbles, almost to himself. “i should show you how you looked earlier. recorded the whole thing. wanna watch?”

your eyes widen. “you didn’t—”

“you let me,” he grins. “remember? wanna watch it with me now, baby?”

he's already reaching for his phone.

“you’re insane,” you breathe out, forehead resting on his shoulder as he scrolls through his camera roll.

“mm, yeah? but you let me record it, didn’t you?” yeonjun grins, smug and shirtless, the glow from his phone casting a golden light over your flushed skin. “there it is.”

he hits play.

your moans, his groans, the filthy slap of skin against skin, your voice all desperate and needy—it fills the room instantly. you shift a little on his lap, already wet just from the sound of it.

“yeonjun…”

“you sound so hot, baby,” he murmurs, free hand sliding down to grip your hips. “look at how good you take me. you see that?”

you nod slowly, lip caught between your teeth as the video shows him thrusting into you from above, your face twisted in pleasure.

“ride me,” he says lowly. “like you did that night. but slower. i wanna feel every second of it.”

you sink down on him, gasping—he’s so hard already, so warm inside you, and your body fits around him too perfectly.

“shit, that’s it,” he groans, phone still in hand, but his eyes are locked on you now. “look at you. fuck. even better than the video.”

you roll your hips, slow and steady, matching the rhythm playing from the screen. he groans as your walls clench around him, the video moaning right along with you.

“you hear that?” he pants, voice strained. “you hear how wrecked you sounded for me?”

“yeonjun—”

“ride me just like that,” he growls, pressing the phone closer so you both watch. “fuck—look at your face. you were so messy, so needy for me. still are.”

you gasp as his hand slides up your back, pulling you down so your lips are almost touching. “and now? you’re on top of me, pussy soaking my cock, watching yourself fall apart like a perfect little slut.”

your nails dig into his chest, your rhythm faltering as the pleasure builds. he drops the phone beside you, finally gripping your hips with both hands, fucking up into you.

“gonna come for me again, sweetheart?” he pants. “you want me to record this too?”

“yes—fuck—yes—”

you fall apart in his arms again, head thrown back as you cry out his name, body trembling, walls spasming around him. he doesn’t stop until he’s spilling inside you with a broken groan, holding you there—all the way in—as you both shake from the aftershocks.

yeonjun's fingers trace lazy circles along your thigh, his other arm curled around your waist like he has no plans of letting go. his skin is warm, damp with sweat, and you feel every slow rise and fall of his breathing under your cheek.

later that day

You’re tucked into a corner booth at your favorite café with Karina and Winter, oversized iced drinks sweating on the table, and your voice pitched low as you try not to giggle too loudly.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry—but you let him record it?!” Winter nearly shrieks, slapping her hand over her mouth after realizing how loud she was.

You bury your face in your hands, laughing. “I was in the moment! He asked so sweetly, too, like—‘wanna see how pretty you look, baby’—ugh, I folded.”

Karina takes a slow sip of her drink, side-eyeing you. “Don’t act like you didn’t ride him while watching it back. That’s some power move shit. I'm proud.”

“I hate you both,” you mutter, but your grin gives you away.

Winter leans in. “Okay but seriously. Do you love him?”

You pause.

Like, really pause.

The strawberry swirl of your drink is suddenly the most fascinating thing on Earth, but you feel your chest tighten in a way that answers the question even before you say anything.

“I think I do,” you whisper, and both girls go quiet.

Then Karina nudges your foot under the table. “Aww, our little slut’s in love.”

“Don’t call me that in public!” you hiss, blushing hard.

“Too late,” Winter smirks. “Already tweeted it.”

You flip her off, and she blows you a kiss.

meanwhile, across town – yeonjun’s pov

“So,” Beomgyu says, propping his chin on his hand. “How does it feel to be the biggest simp in Seoul?”

Yeonjun rolls his eyes and takes a bite of his burger. “Shut up.”

“No, you shut up,” Taehyun adds. “You show up late to practice, looking like you’ve been drained—literally—and you keep smiling at your phone like a lovesick high schooler.”

“Because I like her?” Yeonjun shrugs. “Sorry I’m not a cold emotionally unavailable asshole like the rest of you.”

“So you do like her,” Soobin says with a smirk.

Yeonjun groans but he’s smiling. “I love her, actually. If that makes you feel better.”

The table goes quiet for half a second.

Then Beomgyu bangs the table. “YO. HE SAID IT. HE’S GONE. HE’S FUCKING GONE.”

Taehyun mock-wipes a tear. “Our boy finally found someone to rail and respect.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Yeonjun mumbles, hiding his grin in his drink. But inside, his heart’s racing a little.

Yeah. He’s so gone for you.

yeonjun’s pov

He’s halfway through roasting Beomgyu for losing a game of pool when his phone buzzes on the table. He glances down, and his entire face lights up like a damn sunrise.

“Who is it?” Soobin asks, already knowing the answer.

Yeonjun doesn’t respond—just picks up the FaceTime without hesitation.

“Hey, baby,” he says, voice dropping half an octave, smiling like a fool.

The screen shows your face, flushed from the café heat, lips glossy from whatever fruity drink you were sipping. “Hi,” you grin, a little breathless. “Missed you.”

Beomgyu chokes on his drink. “MISS—?”

Taehyun snorts. “I’m gonna puke.”

Yeonjun flips them off with his free hand, still smiling at you. “What’re you doing? You look cute.”

You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “Just left the café. Karina and Winter say hi. And that you’re whipped.”

“Oh, do they now?” he murmurs, eyes softening. “Tell them they’re right.”

Soobin actually gags dramatically in the background.

You squint at the screen. “Are you with the guys?”

Yeonjun hesitates. “...No.”

“Bro, I’m literally sitting across from you,” Beomgyu says loudly.

“Love you too, babe!” Taehyun shouts.

You burst out laughing, and Yeonjun sighs, resting his forehead in his hand. “I hate them.”

“You love her though,” Soobin sings.

Yeonjun groans, but the grin on his face isn’t going anywhere. “Okay. Gotta go before they start planning our wedding. Text me when you get home, yeah?”

“I will. Love you.”

The call ends, and the boys go feral.

“YOU SAID IT FIRST?” Beomgyu screams.

“WHIPPED!!!” Taehyun echoes.

Soobin takes a slow sip of his drink. “How’s that honeymoon planning going, Jun?”

Yeonjun just flips them off again and mumbles, “worth it.”

later that night…

Yeonjun’s sprawled on his bed, one hand holding the remote, the other resting on his chest, scrolling aimlessly through TikTok. His friends finally left after another two hours of teasing the lover boy, and he’s been moping ever since you hung up.

So when the knock comes at the door, he doesn’t expect you to be the one standing there with a hoodie two sizes too big and that little smug smile on your lips.

“Surprise,” you say, holding up takeout and a drink with his name scribbled on the side.

He just stares at you for a second, like you’re not real.

“…baby?” he says, blinking.

You nod. “I missed you.”

That’s all it takes.

In seconds, the food’s forgotten on the desk and you’re pressed into the wall of his bedroom, hoodie bunched around your hips as his lips trail messily down your neck.

“Fuck—what if I didn’t open the door?” he murmurs against your jaw.

“You always open the door for me.”

“You’re right. ‘Cause I’m yours,” he breathes, hands sliding under the hoodie, up your thighs, his fingers grazing the hem of your shorts. “And right now? I need you.”

You gasp as he lifts you easily, your legs wrapping around his waist like second nature. He’s hot, flushed, grinding against you without shame, tongue slipping past your lips in a kiss that makes your head spin.

“You show up like this,” he mutters, trailing kisses down to your collarbone, “and expect me to just eat takeout?”

You tug on his hair, arching into him. “Who said anything about eating?”

“Oh, you’re unreal,” he groans, dragging you to the bed.

He doesn’t waste a second, pinning you underneath him as his lips roam, his hands pushing your hoodie up, eyes dark and hungry.

“Missed me that bad?” you tease, breathless.

He hums lowly, hips rolling against yours. “You have no idea.”

“You have no idea.”

His voice is barely a growl as he tugs the hoodie over your head, revealing nothing but bare skin underneath. His eyes darken instantly.

“fuck.” he stares for a moment, thumb brushing over your bare chest like he’s trying to memorize every inch. “you really just walked in here like this?”

“wanted your attention,” you whisper, eyes fluttering.

“you have it, sweetheart.”

his mouth is on you a second later, sucking a mark into your collarbone as his hands roam your waist, your thighs, your hips—pulling you flush against him. you can feel how hard he already is, pressed tight against the damp cotton between your legs.

“bed,” he rasps, grabbing the backs of your thighs again and tossing you onto the mattress like you weigh nothing. he crawls over you slowly, eyes fixed on your face as he kisses your stomach, then down, then lower.

“can i?” he murmurs, fingers curling into the band of your shorts.

you nod quickly, breath caught in your throat. “please.”

they’re gone in a flash, and then he’s spreading your thighs apart, groaning at the sight of you—already soaked, already twitching for him.

“shit, baby. you were waiting for this?”

“yeonjun—” your voice cuts off in a gasp as his tongue swipes through your folds, slow and deliberate. he eats you out like he’s starving, gripping your thighs, humming against your clit as you squirm under his touch.

he doesn’t stop until you’re shaking, whining, begging, your fingers tangled in his hair as you buck up against his mouth.

“gonna come?” he asks, licking his lips.

“yes, fuck—yes—”

but he pulls away at the last second, and you nearly sob at the loss.

“ride me first,” he says, voice wrecked, dragging you up and flipping you over so you’re straddling his hips. “want you to fall apart on top of me.”

you sink down on him with a broken moan, your body clenching as he fills you inch by inch, thick and hot and perfect inside you.

“shit, that’s it—ride me, baby. show me how bad you missed this cock.”

you start to move—slow at first, rolling your hips, grinding into him, until his hands grab your ass and guide you into a filthy rhythm. your name is falling from his lips over and over again, his mouth latching onto your chest as you bounce above him.

“you’re so tight,” he groans, eyes half-lidded. “so fucking good. look at you—riding me like you’re made for it.”

you lean forward, moaning into his mouth as he thrusts up into you harder, faster, both of you a mess of sweat and whimpers and wet skin. your head falls to his shoulder, fingers clawing into his chest.

“you close?” he pants.

“yes—fuck, yes—yeonjun—”

you cry out his name as your orgasm hits, body spasming around him, and he’s not far behind—hips jerking, spilling inside you with a raw, desperate groan.

you collapse against his chest, both of you trembling, hearts racing.

he kisses your forehead, holding you close.

“you always show up when i need you,” he whispers.

"You’re mine."

It’s the way he says it—quiet but rough, like he needs you to know. Like he can’t stand another second without reminding you.

You’re beneath him, legs tangled in the sheets, your shirt bunched up around your ribs. His hips rock against yours slowly, the stretch of him inside you already making your legs shake. But it’s his eyes—locked on you, all intense and wanting—that make your chest feel tight.

“say it,” he whispers against your neck, voice gravel. “say you’re mine.”

“i’m yours,” you breathe out, barely able to form the words.

he groans, kissing you deep, tongue licking into your mouth while his hips push in deeper—a steady, sinful pace that’s nothing like the roughness before. it’s slow. intentional. intimate.

“good girl,” he mutters, thumb brushing over your lips. “you feel that? that’s how deep you take me. every fucking inch.”

your back arches, hands gripping his arms as you moan out his name. he thrusts again—deeper, slower—like he wants to memorize every sound you make, every twitch of your body beneath him.

“i love you,” he says suddenly, panting against your jaw. “fuck—I’m so in love with you, baby.”

your heart skips. your body tightens. everything feels like too much and not enough.

you kiss him—hard, messy, teeth clashing—as your hips start to move with his, chasing the edge together. it’s raw, tender, and so desperate it nearly breaks you.

“yeonjun—i love you,” you gasp, your nails digging into his back. “please—don’t stop—”

“never,” he groans. “never stopping, not when you feel like this. not when you love me like this.”

he fucks into you with slow, punishing strokes, groaning your name with every thrust, until you’re trembling, thighs wrapped tight around him, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure of it all.

“come with me,” he pants. “come with me, baby, please—fuck—i need you to—”

you fall apart at the same time, clutching onto each other like it’s the only thing anchoring you to the world. you come hard, gasping his name, and he follows—shuddering, spilling inside you with a low moan as he presses kisses to your neck, your cheek, your lips.

he doesn’t pull away. not even when you’re both wrecked and panting and twitching with every aftershock.

he just stays inside, wraps you up in his arms, and murmurs soft, broken things against your skin.

“you’re everything.”

the air’s heavy with sex and love and the kind of tension that never really leaves once it’s been touched.

you thought he’d be done after that—after whispering i love you into your skin like it was prayer. after coming inside you like he meant it. but no.

yeonjun’s still hard.

still wanting.

still yours.

your body’s limp from the first round, breaths shallow, heart still thudding like it’s trying to make sense of everything he just did to you. but he doesn’t give you long. doesn’t give you a moment to recover before he’s kissing your shoulder, hands sliding under the sheets to grab your hips again.

“turn around for me, baby,” he murmurs, voice wrecked and low and dark. “wanna see you on all fours.”

you shiver. your legs tremble. but you move.

you shift slowly, limbs heavy, letting him guide you—pulling your hips up, arching your back, face pressed to the pillows while your ass is up for him, all flushed and wet and ready again.

he moans when he sees you like that.

“look at you,” he mutters, hand ghosting over your ass before he grabs it—fingers rough, greedy. “so pretty. so fuckin’ perfect.”

you feel him shift behind you, knees parting, his cock pressing back into you with maddening patience. he slides in again—slow, teasing. the stretch is too much, but you whimper for more.

he pins your arms behind your back with one hand, forcing your chest down against the mattress.

you can’t move. can’t think. can only feel.

“you can take it,” he growls, hips starting to thrust with more force, more rhythm. “you took it earlier. you can take it again.”

the sound of skin slapping skin echoes in the room, and he’s going deeper this time—shoving in harder, dragging it out just to hear you sob into the sheets.

his mouth is everywhere. biting into your shoulder, sucking hickeys down your spine, your waist, even the curve of your ass. branding you like he wants everyone to know you’re his.

“all mine,” he pants. “say it.”

“y-yours,” you cry, legs shaking.

he lets go of your arms just to grab your neck, pulling you up so your back hits his chest, his cock still slamming into you from behind.

“say it louder, baby.”

“i’m yours!” you scream, your body breaking apart.

he wraps his other arm around your stomach, holding you still while he thrusts up into you like he’s chasing your soul. you come like that—again—clenching around him so tight he gasps and curses and bites your shoulder as he comes with you, teeth sinking in to muffle the growl that rips out of him.

you both collapse after. a mess of limbs and gasps and heat.

he doesn’t pull out. just lets himself soften inside you, arms wrapped tight, your bodies stuck together with sweat and come and love so deep it aches.

“you good?” he murmurs against your ear, thumb stroking the edge of one fresh hickey.

you don’t answer. you’re gone. boneless. breathless. he chuckles.

“gonna have to carry you to the bathroom again, huh?”

your body’s trembling, skin flushed and marked, breath barely evened out from the last one. you’re sure he’d let you sleep now, sure he’d hold you close and whisper something sweet.

but then he shifts beside you.

not done.

not satisfied.

not even close.

you feel the way his hand drags down your thigh, slow and possessive. his voice comes next, low and lazy and soaked in heat.

“still breathing?” he murmurs against your neck, tongue flicking over the hickey he left there earlier.

you hum, exhausted but drunk on him. “barely.”

his hand slips between your thighs again, palm pressing against your core, and you flinch—sensitive.

“yeonjun—”

“just one more, baby,” he says, voice coaxing and sweet as sin. “last one. let me make you feel good again.”

you try to protest, but your legs part instinctively when his fingers dip lower, playing with the mess he left inside you. he groans at the wet sound of it.

“fuck, still so full of me,” he mutters. “you’re unreal.”

you don’t even realize he’s gotten up until you’re being gently pushed onto your side. he’s behind you in seconds—pressing in, spooning you, kissing your shoulder. you feel the hard press of him again, thick and ready, sliding between your thighs before he slowly—so slowly—pushes into you from behind.

“mm—fuck—jun…”

“i know, baby,” he breathes, wrapping his arm around you, pinning your hips in place while he moves inside. “i got you.”

this time it’s slower. deeper. the kind that builds a fire instead of starting one. his lips press kisses along your neck, whispering the filthiest, sweetest things into your ear.

“you feel that? how warm you are around me?”

“wish i could stay inside you forever.”

“you’re my favorite place in the whole fucking world.”

you clutch the pillow under your head, body trembling as he rocks into you with perfect rhythm. his fingers find your clit, rubbing in slow, firm circles that make your thighs twitch.

you’re so full of him—his cock, his breath, his voice, his love—and it pushes you right over the edge one last time.

you come with a gasp, tears in your eyes, legs shaking as he follows right behind you, groaning your name into your skin like a promise.

he stays inside you after.

holding you tight.

whispering, “you did so good for me.”

pressing a kiss to your temple.

letting the silence wrap around your bodies like a blanket.

he pulls out gently, careful not to overstimulate you more than he already has. his hands find yours under the sheets, fingers lacing together.

“okay,” he whispers. “now you can sleep.”

and this time—you do.

MORNING AFTER

your eyes flutter open to soft breaths against your nape, the warm brush of skin, and an annoyingly firm grip wrapped around your waist.

“jun,” you mumble, voice raw, reaching back to nudge his arm. “let go. i have to pee.”

“no,” comes the groggy reply, muffled against your shoulder. “you’re not allowed to leave.”

you blink. “…you’re insane.”

“mm, maybe. but you’re warm,” he pouts, snuggling closer. “and naked. which is a bonus.”

you feel his morning wood pressed up against your ass and groan. “are you serious?”

“i’m always serious about cuddles and you,” he mutters, tightening his hold. “and if you move again, i’ll get hard for real and we’ll be here for another hour.”

you freeze. “…fine. i’ll hold it.”

he smiles into your skin, satisfied, and lets out a happy hum. “that’s my good girl.”

you roll your eyes, face buried into the pillow as his fingers lazily trace shapes along your belly. he shifts a little, pulling your thigh over his so you’re completely tangled up in him.

he smells like bodywash and sleep. he feels like safety. and when he presses a gentle kiss to your neck, you melt all over again.

“you’re never getting out of this bed,” he murmurs, half-asleep but smug as ever.

and honestly?

you’re okay with that.

THE END an: liked what you read? lmk so i can continue posting these kinds of genre. and btw, all this romance is making me sick, time for a dark romance genre next? just say the word and i'll start working on it babies ! mwaaaaa

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as good as new - ALBON

pairings: alex albon x ex!girlfriend!reader (fc: quarterjade)

summary: alex soft launches his ex girlfriend after they find eachother again

type: social media au (smau)

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authors note 2: kinda rushed at the end so sorry about that! got a couple of requests to work on so ill try and get them done along with this fic list! and you cant still join the taglist!!

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last dump of the year🇦🇪

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williamsracing see you next year king🫡

user84 yn liking :’)

user9 THE FIFTH PIC?!

user47 is that..shirtless alex

user83 WHOS HOLDING THE BOX??

user97 technically its already 2024 but we’ll let it slide

user55 imagine its yn in the 5th pic..

user1 can we not? 1. its none of our business and 2. alex can move on and imagine being that girl and seeing people think its her bfs ex like..

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me and my boy ⭐️

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tinakitten CUTE AS HECK!!

yourfriend4 i miss him☹️

yourusername even though he hates you??

yourfriend4 he doesnt hate me, just not fond!!

user77 whos that in the second slide👀

user52 no tag either🤨

user13 moms weekend with the kids i see

user9 does alex get weekends? i thought the cats were yns?

user2 tbh we have no idea, i assumed he did but maybe not🤷‍♀️

user26 so so cute!! we need more pics of you and genji!!

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user66 GENJI AND MABEL!!

user73 we missed them :’)

user8 oh how i love cat dad alex

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alex_albon • mallorca

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me gusta la playa

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user4 THE CENSORSHIP??

user89 three shirtless pics?? someone call george

georgerussell63 someones coming for my brand🤣

user9 the softlaunch..oh im losing my mind

user33 yn liking alexs softlaunch post..shes checking up on the ex😭

user12 ran into george and lando in the last pic

user1 alex is so hot😮‍💨

user912 alex is FEEDING us at the moment

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sorry cant talk rn im too busy being hot

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carmenmundt absolute beauty💞🫶

user94 I CAN TREAT YOU SO WELL

user63 so so gorgeous

user9 alex and yn both being in mallorca and alex softlaunching..

user111 you are a dream

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darling, we were always meant to stay together💫

i was searching for photos to post and decided on 6 that really showed my life these past months

1. a photo on the first day i went out after we split, i felt lost and alone and decided to start documenting my journey alone

2. this is a photo i took when i went home and felt peace for the first time since our break

3. a selfie we took in the taxi after our ‘first date’. we met up for the first time since, and spoke about our feelings and decided to start taking things slow

4. a day out with you and my sister, i felt so happy knowing i had the two most important people with me again

5. our first holiday, this will always mean alot to me. we both said i love you for the first time, we spent all day, every day together just loving and holding each other

6. we were leaving and instead of being sad we knew that this part of our life wasnt over but instead we were moving on to bigger and better things

i love you so much and im so thankful that i have someone has caring and loving as you

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alex_albon just like it used to be and even better🌟

alex_albon i love you so so much

alex_albon i promise to love you forever and ever

yourusername my loveliest boy

user71 THEYRE BACK

yourusername AND BETTER THAN EVER BABY

user111 MY FAVORITES

user9 i didnt read the caption and experienced genuine shock when i saw alex

user8 so proper just say you were shocked😭

user88 i need everything to apologize to mads RIGHT NOW

user61 all the hate on her WHEN SHE WAS RIGHT

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[pissterdaniel]

TIT AUCKLAND FINAL RECAP

the spoilery stuff is at the bottom of the post, the rest is safe

Since June there has been a discord server going for everyone at the Auckland show. It was amazing to make so many friends before even going to the show. We all got to know each other in the months leading up to the event. Super cool!

We all met up for lunch before the show to hang out and exchanged our crafts. (craft haul x) It made me so happy to see people excited to meet Carlos and my dolls :).

@peter-must-die with his amazing shirt holding Carlos

We made our way to the KTK theater, and I bought some merch. Literally shouted when I opened my photocards to see BLONDE QUIFF PHIL!!!!!! :O

I came PREPARED for my meet and greet, had an agenda broken down into 3 steps. I had been overthinking this for months and have lost so much sleep from tit anxiety. The plan was very helpful! I was revising it in the line.

My hands were totally full. Sister Daniel kept on escaping my grip, we think she was trying to run away. I also recall repeatedly doing my Christophe Giacometti (from yuri on ice) impression in the line.

In the meet and greet line I discovered that I randomly have a lot of upper body strength 😅. I was giving out VERYYY tight deep pressure hugs to people who wanted them. It was very calming. I also got a stopwatch out and we did some 4/4/8 breathing. Then our time was almost up, and WE COULD SEE DAN.

I filmed Max's meet and greet for them first. So that was good getting to spend a minute or so in front of Dan and Phil before it was my turn. I had briefed Max on my agenda, so they knew exactly what to do. My full meet and greet post with photos and the video are here (x). THANK YOU SO MUCH @shitwheresfoxy FOR BEING THE BEST GLAMOUROUS ASSISTANT EVER!

Phil did not seem like a human. I stupidly told him he was like an animatronic robot. He is just SO BEAUTIFUL IT DOESNT SEEM REAL. You need to understand, PHIL LESTER IS SO ETHERALLY GORGEOUS IT IS OUT OF THIS WORLD!!!!!!!! He's just so 🥰. No wonder Dan can't stop looking at him like that in the videos. I get it now.

Dan definitely led my m&g, and I've heard others say this too. He does most of the talking, offers to take the photos, and he had the biggest reactions to things. I made him cackle a few times and I will wear that like a badge of honour. Some other highlights include:

Dan's first reaction to Carlos "uhh.. what?"

Dan's crab hands in our selfie

Dan talking to my camera whilst I fetched something from Max

Their first reaction to my dolls

Phil waving and saying bye to me

BONUS 1 MINUTE AND 39 MINUTE VIDEO OF PHIL HOLDING CARLOS, THIS MEANS THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE TO ME

I am slightly embarrassed about how excited I got, I went a bit nuts. Told them Carlos was "the love of my life" 🤦. Was completely hyper after the m&g, had major zoomies and couldn't calm down. That's when we caught up with the silver VIP people from the server.

@totally-srs-all-the-time made this STUNNING bedsheet cape and wanted to put it on me to have mega bed sheet titfit. Only when she held it up to me, I thought she was wanting to use it as a weighted blanket to calm me. So I lay on the floor 😂, she still put it on me and got this pic.

Met the phiwi backpack too!!!

I recorded our preshow and put it on youtube (x). Can't believe Olly's figure skating question was answered! That was wickedly cool. There is a very small group of us who got SUPER into ice skating these past couple of months. So to have our niche acknowledged by Dan himself was PHENOMENAL.

We all danced to HOTOGO, @einsteinfrizz 's amazing video from the balcony can be found here (x)

And then it was time for the show.

SPOILERS AHEAD!!!!!

I took notes during intermission and after the show of what I remembered.

Our conspiracies were:

Toilet, Clothes, Bus, and Vegas

"They share clothes." Went on about how their nipples touch the same cloth and did weird nipply gestures.

Lawyer Dan banned Australia, wrote erotic fanfiction about Gollum, and went to jail for killing phil. (Phil then said "hopefully he was not a CEO" and everyone CHEERED SO LOUDLY FOR AGES. They were both caught off guard by the big audience reaction, and it seemed like Dan was genuinely surprised/shocked that Phil said that.

Linguist Phil's favourite word was 'perky nana', he liked to help old ladies cum, and had a secret collection of lesbians.

Phil's 1 minute improv was on stationary. He thought the person said penis, but he changed it to pens, and then decided to change it to stationary. He told a story of how he had a cola scented gel pen and would fill in an entire page and just sniff it.

Early on in the show Phil thought he swallowed a fly and started choking. He then yelled for a "minion" to fetch him water. Dan was taken back by this and it was about a minute before a crew member walked on with his water bottle.

(I'm sensing this show is a lot of Phil saying off-script random shit and dan being shocked by him. Which honestly checks out.)

"Jesus but more shippable" IM SORRY WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY DAN

Phil said reject modernity embrace tradition correctly.

They still think the phanniversary was "last month."

Everyone yelling "gay" together in unison was so healing.

Phil messed up the song lyric again and said "I got the tattoo" instead of "you"

SISTER DANIEL HOLY FUCK WHERE DO I BEGIN. I was in the 4th row on the left side which is where she stood. I knew all the spoilers going into it BUT NOTHING COULD HAVE PREPARED ME. I screamed at the top of my lungs when I first saw her come out. I AM SO THANKFUL FOR THE PRIVILEGE OF GETTING TO SEE HER IN PERSON I WILL NEVER TAKE THAT FOR GRANTED. She is so AAAH. Religious, eye-opening experiences were certainly had. AND SHE WAS IN DOC MARTENS. I'm never gonna be able to put into words how feral she made me.

I would say that I was very familiar with the show content before I got there. But in reality, everything was 100x weirder than I thought it would be. I mean that in the best way possible!!! Dnp were OFF. THE. RAILS. They were still the same people you see in the videos, but uncut and UNLEASHED.

AND THEN THERE WAS THE FACT THAT I WENT HOME WITH AN ACTUAL PROP?!?!?!

At the end of the show, I rushed to the front of the stage to steal the confetti. (I'm a hoe for collecting show confetti, I did the same thing at WAD).

Whilst I was collecting confetti and taking pics of Carlos, one of the stagehands came out a few times, handing out the Australian props to random people standing at the stage.

THIS IS THE GREATEST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO ME!!! Here are some close-up photos I took of Obi Wan, and a video of what he can do (x). I walked into TIT with a Sister Daniel and Father Philip doll, and I came out of TIT with Phobi Phan Phenobi.

I also got one of the role model or no-le model cards, it is blank on the other side apart from their signature.

I also got to get up and close with other people's props. I even got to play Max's ukulele. I played the TIT song and I can tell you first hand that that thing was VERY out of tune. I know Dan was only fake playing it, but at least tune it first 😂.

The day after, a big group of us went to Auckland Zoo! Man that was a lot of fun. We signed TABINOFs, and I got a bunchhhh of pics of Phobi Wan, my photo dump is here (x). @spanielt0wel also got a doll, so I made sure to get some photos with them together.

The post-tit depression is REALLLLLL. I miss being surrounded by like minded people. It was so easy to unmask and just be completely myself. I have never felt more like me than when I was surrounded by all the queer, neurodivergent phannies. This was the happiest I've felt in years. So thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone who came to talk to me, and to all the friends I've made through the discord 💙.

Now I am back home and terrible influencing up my room cause I never want to forget this amazing experience.

The box frame was inspired by this one

The posters I got signed are looking GOOOOOD. Also Phobi Wan looks so silly sitting with my monster high dolls. I'm gonna treasure him forever. HE MAKES ME SO HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Also thank you to everyone who voted on my poll you've convinced me that #4 is the way to go and I shall be ordering that flag soon.

THANK YOU TIT AUCKLAND

[cranberrymoons]

OH MY GOD YES under/unnegotiated/unacknowledged (?????) TPE buddie.....buck keeps looking up at eddie with his beautiful glimmering guileless blue eyes and it makes eddie feel like he can do anything - and Buck will just follow Eddie's lead and let Eddie put a glass of water in front of him and cancel his plans and take him home and eddie just wants buck to keep looking at him like that, like he's solved world hunger when he tells buck to take off his shoes and help him set the table. Well then buck slides down between Eddie's legs and lolls his head on Eddie's big solid thigh. And Eddie puts his hands in his hair. And they dont say anything, and buck nods off a little down there and wakes up to a drool spot on eddie's thigh and they're both SO horned up. But also crucially: neither of them thinks that this is anything but natural and it doesnt occur to either of them to ask a single question abt it

yeah!!!!!!!! yes. exactly. this is the vision. they don't even have a word for what they're doing, but they are doing it consistently and it is mutually beneficial and that's all that really matters 😌 eddie's working an overtime shift and so buck is being lazy and doing takeout for dinner and he sends eddie a screenshot of the doordash menu without any context and eddie just responds "burger medium no mayo, send pics" and buck orders it for himself and sends a 100% innocent selfie of himself taking a bite of his burger. and eddie has to genuinely white knuckle it not to go jerk off in the bathroom at work like. i cannot stress enough how much this is FREAKY shit that they're doing.

[myeyebagsaredesigner]

So like, I have a personal HC that Dick and Jason bonded over Lady Gaga, they'd spend nights dancing to her music. After Jason died Dick kind of always cried listening to her, so it became something he had a big place in his heart, crying at almost every song of her.

And given a recent show of her [Copacabana, Br] I think it would be pretty funny or cute if Jason was like "You know what, fuck it." And sent Dick a "threat" message telling him to go alone to Brasil telling he had some information of smth that would happen in the show and he HAD to be there cuz it involved someone he was looking for or wtvr and when Dick got there Jason is just waiting for him with two hot dogs and clothes to wear to the show, he doesnt say anything other than the songs lyrics [Dick cant get a grasp of him after that day too]

THANK U! I have posted very early on how Dick and Jason connected over Queen Gaga. It makes perfect sense to me.

Jason is definitely as off the grid as possible. Always. Like if you even want to think about contacting him, you either have to ask Oracle or ask Roy. It used to be because of his many grudges and spite, but now it's more because he likes to remain mysterious. He and Cass have this in common. They'll both just disappear for weeks on end without leaving so much as a note. The bats never know where they are. They don't know when they'll come back. One time, Jason and Cass run into each other while in Arizona, and they go see the Grand Canyon together. They part without a word.

So when Dick received a message from Jason for the first time in forever, he didn't even think twice before accepting. And if Jason was willingly trying to help him and share info? He's not one to turn this stuff down.

He doesn't even take a second glance at the portion of the text that says to show up in casual, but fashionable clothes. He easily finds Jason, ignoring the venue he seems to be standing near. He's wearing Gaga merch and holding.. hotdogs?

Jason just shoves a hotdog at him and drags him closer to the stage. Dick doesn't say anything. Partially because he's confused, but he also wants to see how this plays out. He flips when Lady Gaga walks onto the stage.

They sing their hearts out the whole night.

Shallow starts up and Dick might've cried. He's not too sure. His soul left his body as soon as he saw Gaga.

They take videos and selfies throughout the show, still not saying a word to each other. One of the pictures is set as Dick's wallpaper. Jason has a similar one, though he'll never admit it.

The show ends and Jason flashes an awkward smile his way before leaving.

They never talk about it. Dick doesn't say where he went or what happened, when Bruce ends up asking. He's letting himself have this moment. He frames one of their pictures and sets it on his nightstand in his apartment.

Jason goes off the grid again for a while, but Roy lets it slip that he's caught him watching back some of the videos he took during the show.

After that night, Dick feels complete. Like a part of him healed, the part that started to make it's appearance when Jason had died. He finally feels whole again after all this time.

[djarinova]

╰─▸ ❝ satoru gojo ❞ ˋ*ੈ*⁀➷

content - f!reader, needy gojo, no explicit smut but very suggestive (gojo wants reader, badly)

you send gojo a post shower selfie - you're still damp, the water droplets glisten on your chest and your towel just barely clings to your hips, leaving everything below your waist hidden from view - with the caption "wish you were here" and within 5 minutes of hitting send you hear rigourous tapping on your front door, followed by a string of curse words and a loud thud! as your door swings open.

your mouth drops open in shock - it was only supposed to be a teasing message, you didnt think he'd actually come over. you don't even have enough time to close your mouth before gojo has his hands on your body. his mouth meets yours in an almost aggressive way, your teeth clash and his tongue invades your mouth before you have a chance to blink.

he pushes you back towards the nearest surface - which turns out to be your sofa - without taking a pause to breathe. his tongue slips out of your mouth for a split second and gojo whines at the loss. he's so desperate to stay connected to you, his relentless attack on your mouth coupled with the neediness in which his hands are groping at your bare tits, makes that much obvious.

your knees knock against the edge of the sofa and you fall gracelessly onto the cushions. gojo helps swing your legs into place as he climbs on top of you. his mouth is working overtime on your neck now, giving you a chance to finally speak.

"what - aa - what are you doing?" you grimace at your own question, and even gojo blinks in surprise at you - having finally decided to take a break from marking your neck, he's now leaning on his hands, his face hovering inches from yours.

"is it not obvious princess?"

you try to roll your eyes at him, his cockiness is written plainly on his face - even though he was the one that couldn't bear to be away from you after seeing one topless selfie, he was the one that came sprinting to your door because he needed you so badly - and his voice is teasing, but god, if his mouth didn't have you melting under his touch...

you try to speak again but your words are cut off by a whine as you feel gojo's cool fingers dancing across your stomach. he moves them lower and lower until they rest against your towel - which somehow is still wrapped around your lower half - and your breath hitches as he gently tugs at the material. the towel unravels immediately under gojo's touch and you try not to think about how fitting that seems given your current situation...

you arch your back as best you can, trying to get him closer to where you really need him, but it's hard to move when you have a lanky 6 foot something sorcerer lying on top of you. you huff, jutting your bottom lip out ever so slightly into a pout, and gojo laughs at you.

he laughs.

"oh no baby, did you want something?" he taunts. but he doesnt wait for a reply. he slips his fingers past your towel and you shudder as you feel them move closer and closer to where you ache for him.

you whine when his fingers massage your thighs. you don't even know how he got you like this. one second you were sending your boyfriend a post shower selfie and the next he had you pinned to your sofa, his fingers stuffed inside of you while he ruts himself against your leg. your towel was long discarded.

you groan when you realise that you'll definitely be needing another shower after gojo is finished with you...

divider by @/saradika

[trainerethan]

Green having social media where he posts pretty regularly and since i like the idea of them traveling around togerher i think itd be cute if green posted pics of like scenery when they go new places or posts pics of different food hes trying.

Red only has an account so green can tag him in stuff/to like all of greens posts. Reds acc has default avatar and a randomly generated username theres no way to tell its him.

The only people who follow him are green leaf and maybe some kids like lyra/moon etc. Who also occasionally tag him in stuff/dm him memes or whatever. His acc is priv and if he posts at all its pictures of his pokemon or candid shots of green. I dont think hed really post though he doesnt seem like someone to sit on their phone/think to take pics of stuff.

I also dont think red would particularly like having his photo taken especially as a kid but when hes older and no longer pressured by ppl to Smile and Look Happier/Excited etc etc he doesnt mind as much.

Yknow the horrid experince of being forced to get photographed by ur parents or school or whatever and the cmon smile say cheese or whatever. Horrible. Its more fun to take pics as an adult cause 1. Its ur Choice 2. Staring deadpan into the camera is now In and smiling Awkwardly is no longer required...i think green enjoys taking selfies and would occasionally make red lean into the frame but he doesnt post those ones bc they are For Him <3 also knows red doesnt want that attention lol.

[chocolate-pies]

MDNI, again, just bc

also made in haste and on phone bc I have no patience to do it on a desktop

js thinking about how simon ghost riley, death of the battlefield, absolute annihilator, and the most scariest man to exist

would definitely bend over and do your bidding for you if you so fucking wished bc he loves you so.

you need a nap? dw he'll cradle your head in his lap if you're in public. would definitely fucking glare at anything/anyone being too loud in the vicinity

you want something but it's too expensive? fuck it, simon riley doesnt spend money on himself anyway, he'd spoil you every chance he fucking gets for SURE

you're horny but yall in public?? fuck that he'll bend you over in the nearest dark corner; he does not give a fuck. so what if his pretty girl is seen? shes the most loveliest dove anyway, why not show her off if he gets a chance?

oh and by god would he only just swell with pride when he makes you cum in minutes

"stop it's too much" even if he hasn't cum yet? "of course, my love, anything f'you" and then he'll only take care of himself when he's back home, with you, and he won't even bug you about it if you're not in the mood anymore, he'll just rub himself even if it hurts a lil bit but of course while looking at pictures of you he has saved in his phone

and omg the gallery collection this man has.

he was for sure alone before you, because aside from dumbass selfies soap and gaz took of themselves when the lieutenant's phone was out unguarded, he only has pictures of you

cute candid ones where you're looking off to space, and maybe really adorable pictures where both of you are looking at the camera with your arm outstretched bc you're the one who insisted to take a picture together "because the sunset is so pretty" or "we just look cute together today!!"

but the fucking amount of NUDES this man has of you

he loves you just as much as he respects your privacy but every chance he sees you naked?

you hear the shutter sound effect of a camera shot being taken, very faintly

and you'll turn around and just see simon shuffling away with his head and shoulders hunched over bc he's staring at the naked picture of you all dozed-like

"delete that!!" "but, doll, you look so fuckin' good"

end of thoughts bc I ran out of juice :3

[empanadaenthusiazt]

had to rewatch the latest superman trailer n i realized in the scene where mr terrific yells 'quit messin' around!!' n superman replies 'im not messing around im doing important stuff...' we can see superman with red marks around his eyes

n yk how superman has the laser beam thingies he can shoot from his eyes,, thatz a part of his superpowers. i thought that maybe if he uses this power too much it might hurt him n leave red marks all over to show how it affectz him

or he just got punched in the eyez too much n it's starting to show idk im just a lil bit tired of people saying that superman'z a super strong character n he cant get (visibly) hurt n he cant be vulnerable like SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!!

on another note in another one of the scenes we can see the city of metropolis tearing apart,, maybe due to an earthquake

this could be like the 1978 superman movie where lex executed this exact idea and superman had to stop it. not to mention eve teschmacher who debuted on that movie is also gonna be in this new adaptation. i'd like to think that,, like in the 1978 movie,, eve will help superman out,, 'betraying' lex for a better good

we didnt see much of eve either,, she was mostly taking selfies on the trailers and on the promo posters of the characters appearing on the film

on another ANOTHER note,, the scene where guy and superman (probably) meet shows guy kinda angry n almost challenging superman,, as if he doesnt believe he could be a hero n that hes doing this 'just because'. keeping in mind hes part of the 'justice gang' along with hawkgirl and mr terrific and superman isnt,, this means the justice gang was probably created before superman was around,, and the justice gang dont trust superman enough to consider him 'a new member'

maybe the scene of mr terrific yelling 'quit messin' around!' could mean that mr terrific,, hawkgirl and guy came around to help superman when they realized he was another hero like them wanting to do good to the world,, and then they team up and superman could be considered an honorary member (or maybe even an official member if they get to that point)

maybe it was lois who convinced them that superman was a hero,, since they released a pic of guy,, hawkgirl and lois all together i think it's lois trying to talk to them about superman n convince them he's another hero like them and convince them to help him out and save the world,, the people,, etc

im a normal person