#he looks so pumped full of adrenaline from the concert

[sunshineandlyrics]

🧡 So true! ​AFHF Mexico 2024, 8 June 2024 via @ noorasinlight

[byuntrash101]

still your biggest fan. – 송민기.

SYNOPSIS. your boyfriend is on the other side of the globe touring. somehow you fear the cheers of the fans will make him forget about you. so you decide to remind him you are still and will always be his biggest fan

or in which you find a novel way to use your lightstick and send the video to your beloved bf.

mingi x f!reader, smut, mdni

tags. etablished relationship, facetime sex, masturbation (f & m), BLACK UNDERCUT MINGI (!!!!!!!!), jealous + slightly possessive reader, but mingi reassures her (awwww), use of (unconventional) toys (wink wonk im insane pls stop me), pet names, multiple orgasms (f), praises, squirting. wc. 2k

a/n. this mingi has me feral and the concert videos got me in a chokehold. and it's only the first date i need help. also shout out to that one video of yungi saying they use the lightstick to "relax" at night. not proofread.

There was one thing that was absolutely certain about Mingi: that man loved attention. That man lived for the roars of the crowd. When he danced, he was electrified by the cheers of the fans. And you knew your boyfriend was made to be on stage. He enjoyed the attention of fans, hence the fact he was constantly body rolling, hip thrusting and tongue poking. He loved to see the thousands of people thirst for him, he loved looking at all the concert videos all over the internet. He laughed and giggled at the tiktok edits, at the twitter threads, at every comment more over the top than the next.

Usually you don’t mind, you even enjoy them too. You like seeing him happy and fulfilled in his job but today maybe you’re a little insecure. He just flew out to start the American leg of the tour and you’re left behind in this bed that seems so empty. You fear somehow the loud cheers will make him forget about you. You don’t want that. You want to remind him. You want to make sure that today when he goes to sleep the last thing he sees is you. 

You looked at the time, your eyes darted to the digital clock on your night stand. At this time he was probably already at the hotel. It was pretty late for you but you wanted to send him a little treat, you knew how Mingi loved when you sent him videos of you playing with yourself and today you might add a little twist. 

You didn’t have much time if you wanted him to see the video before he slept…

***

Mingi was spent, true. But he was still pumped full of adrenaline when he stepped out of the shower with the ends of his raven black hair wet, the longer strands of his undercut dripping down. He didn’t even bother stepping into his pajamas, the AC was off and this part of the world in July was pretty hot. 

He tucked himself in bed, still wide awake. He looked at his phone, a text from you from several hours ago when you went to bed. You were probably sleeping right now. He debated responding, fearing he would wake you. But he pictures you pouting when you’d wake up in a few hours without a response from him and he couldn’t bear to make you feel that way so he typed a quick answer. 

🎀 princess #2: hope the show goes well (ik it will because you gonna kill it cause you the best😌). i lob you. you know that right? dont forget about me ok? <33333333

👸princess minki (real): i could never baby i love you more. hope you have a great day and i miss you baby <3

then for a second the three little dots appeared and Mingi thought he hallucinated it. But then an other text appeared.

🎀 princess #2: i’ll always be your first and your biggest fan

Mingi didn't even have time to reply that he received a video file. He faintly gasped at the thumbnail. It was your legs spread out on his bed. The big play button in the middle of the frame though blocked out the most interesting part and he didn’t even breathe before he played the video.

He continued to hold his breath when he saw you rub your clit throught your white panties. He didn’t know how long you did played with yourself but your panties were completely see through. Your juices were sticking to your folds, the laces barely concealing you anymore. But still, he needed these damn panties out of the way. 

He wanted to see you. His hand found his cock on instinct, immediately palming his hardening bulge. And his prayers were answered. You pushed the panties to the side uncovering the most beautiful sight Mingi had ever layed eyes on. He exhaled a long sigh when long strings of slick connected you to the thin fabric of the underwear. How bad he wanted to be there, to stuff your soaked panties into your mouth while he thrusted his thick fingers into you. How bad he wanted to feel you twitch around him. How bad he wanted to hear his name fall from your quivering lips as he brought you to your peak. He wanted you so bad.

But then you grabbed hold of something, something that emitted light… The lightiny? Mingi’s jaw hung open when he saw you bring the handle to your center, rubbing it through your folds, coating it with your juices before bringing it up to your hard clit playing with a little, prying beautiful muffled sounds out of your mouth. Just to bring the handle down again, you took a firm grip of the rounded part and pushed the handle inside your trembling core. 

“Fuck” Mingi exhaled as he started pumping his balled fist around his now fully hard cock, he kicked the covers off him just to be able to jerk himself off without resistance. 

“Nghhh” you moaned quietly as you bottomed out. “M-Mingi are you watching?” As if you could see him, Mingi nodded vigorously, qmd you gave more purpose to the coming and going of his wrist. “Keep watching me. K-keep- fuck aaaah. Keep looking at me. I’ll make myself cum for you, ok?”

“Fuck yes baby I wanna see it all.” Mingi replied in a strangled breath, his hand going to play with balls, while his other hand held the phone incredibly close to his face. if he could have he would have gone through the screen and right into you. 

You started to slowly bounce on the lightstick. You were obviously already really worked up, your pussy was clenching down on the shiny copper handle and the light was perfectly shining on your hard clit, making it obvious that you were pretty close. Red and swollen, ready to explode. Just how he liked.

So you did. In a few seconds your thighs were trembling and your movement became uneven. You started to squirt small translucent spurts, one then two.

“Fuck baby you’re so fucking hot” Mingi breathed and pumped himself faster. 

You took the copper handle out and rubbed your clit in tight and fast circles, squirting more translucent liquid and soaking the sheets. Your center quivering around nothing. You slowed down with a sigh and the video stopped.

Mingi felt like he was going to sink into eternal darkness and despair if he didn’t see more of you right now. His cock was twitching in his strong fist, his cockhead was leaking so much precum he wanted you to see him too. He wanted you to know what you did to him.

So he pressed FaceTime. It rang once, twice then you picked up. You looked disheveled and short of breath. Fuck how fucking beautiful you were. Mingi wanted to kiss you all over this pretty face of yours.

“Why do you torture me?” he said a little more whiny than anticipated. 

He was so cute with wet hair and his eyebrows meeting on his forehead. He flipped the camera to show you his swollen cock, hard, red and leaking. You bit you lip at the mouth watering sight.

“I just wanted you to remember me. That's all.” you started, your hand finding your folds once again. “Remind you I will always be your biggest fan”

“Fuck how could I forget about you? Are you insane?” he breathed out, his voice sounded strained, in pain almost. You could only imagine how worked up he was and this urgency in his tone compelled you to find a new angle to the video call. You balanced it on the covers and your wet pussy and the mess you made came into view again.

“Fuckkkk” Mingi sighed again, trying his hardest not to be too loud. San was next door and the last thing he wanted was for him to bring up his little intimate session with you tomorrow at breakfast. “You’ve made such a mess. I usually hate it but God I’d give everything to sleep in the wet spot tonight”. You saw him jerk himself off faster, his thumb spreading the precum all over his tip and dragging it down his shaft. Squeezing the head the bring out even more and repeat it again. 

“Please show me again” he didn’t intend to sound so desperate but it couldn’t be helped because he in fact was that desperate for you. “Please show me how you fuck yourself with the lightiny”

“O-okay” You brought it back and stuffed it inside your clenching little pussy with a sigh, your other hand spreading your lips apart, making sure Mingi had the first raw VIP view of the show. 

“Fuckkkk” he whined again. “You’re so fucking nasty for me, doll”

You chuckled, knowing your little scheme had worked. You knew right now he was only thinking of you. Completely pussy drunk even though he was thousands of miles away.

“I wish it was you inside me right now, Mingming”

“Fuck me too baby” he said strangling his cock tighter, more precum oozing out again. He was close judging by the way he kept on twitching in his own hand. The sight urged you to bounce harder on the handle of the lightstick, your pussy clenching around it, gliding so smoothly in and out of you while your other hand kept on abusing your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Baby I-I’m close” he said, a certain rasp about his voice that was only giving more weight to his words. His fist was frantically moving along his cock, now mainly focussing on his tip, making the poor thing absolutely miserable: all wet and beet red, close to bursting.

“M-me too” you said,  feeling the familiar knot in the pits of your stomach approaching its rupture point. The premise of your orgasm manifested itself in the form of an other small sprut of transparent liquid “Nggghh fuck-” you gasped. “I’m c-cumming again” you whined, rubbing your clit faster, in thighter circles. You ripped the handle out of you and one big squirt came out of your abused little pussy, joining the existing mess in Mingi’s sheets. 

“Oh fuck baby” Mingi couldn’t peel his eyes of the screen. “Fuck baby me- Fuck… Me too” He watched as your thighs became weak and as your pretty little pusy gushed out more and more fluids. You were the hottest thing he’s ever seen. And he couldn’t possibly take it anymore. He let himself go. He abruptly stop stroking himself just to let the first big rope of cum sprout out of his slit and crash over his stomach. You moaned louder at the sight. He kept on stroking again, milking more delicious cum out of his twitching red cock, completely repainting his stomach with thick and white cum, grunting as his hips involuntarily thrusted upwards until it all stopped.

When he had caught his breath he approached the phone to show his stomach and scooped some of his spillage between his fingers. 

“Look what you did to me? Just cause you got a little jealous of the fans?” he chuckled.

“I did that?” you said appalled, “No you did that! Stop making me jealous and it won't happen again” He flipped the camera again and you couldn't help but to smile mindlessly at the screen. He was a complete wreck, sharp eyes half lidded, bottom lip swollen and red from being bitten and strands of black hair sticking to his forehead. This haircut made him ridiculously hot. A mischievous smirk pulled at his full lips.

“Or…” he trailed off. “I don't this stop and you make me dirty sexy videos after every show”

“Yeah” you said, sarcasm tinting your voice. “Let's see you do that! We’ll see how it goes when you came back” you challenged him. Your smile sent shivers down Mingi’s spine. He loved you but you definitely could be scary sometimes.

“You know what, I changed my mind. I'll just behave and you can reward me when I get home.”

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[i2sunric]

𝐒𝐎𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐃 (hyung line) — PART 2

WARNINGS: gang bang (fivesome), unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy!), cream pie, blowjob, handjob, p in v, anal sex, deepthroat, rough sex (but not really), cum swallowing, manhandling, pet names (baby, doll, angel, slut), lmk if more → PART 1

TAGLIST: (permanent) @stolasisyourparent @jaeyunsbimbo @jwnghyuns @seunghancore @bangtancultsposts @shawnyle @jooniesbears-blog @skzenhalove @ro-diaries

a/n: i wanted to make a part 2 but i don’t really like how it came out. please LIKE & REBLOG and lemme know your thoughts <3

After the last time, you grew closer to Heeseung’s band mates, occasionally pleasuring them, but only if your boyfriend was in sight. After all, you didn’t want to cheat.

However, Heeseung had to lie if he said seeing you stuffed full of his best friends’ cocks wasn’t the hottest thing he’d ever seen, he could get off just by the sight.

Which was why he decided to bring you with him during the new tour.

All four men were full of adrenaline after the concerts, never ready to sleep right away.

They’d come back in the hotel and go straight to yours and Heeseung’s shared room.

You were ready, laying on the bed wearing the white and pinkish lingerie set you knew made Heeseung go beast mode.

Heeseung smirked, dropping his back and walking toward you “All ready for us, mh?”

You bit your bottom lip and nodded, your gaze going from your boyfriend to his three best friends, all watching you with primal desire.

Jake’s hand went to touch your breasts, folding them in his fingers, making you let out a small moan.

“So pretty.” Sunghoon commented “Get on all fours, doll.”

And who were you to disobey? You quickly sat up and then turned around, so you could get on all fours on the fluffy sheets.

Soon, they all had their pants and boxers long forgotten on the floor as you licked their tips.

Sunghoon and Jake stood in front of you while Heeseung decided to have the honour to fuck you first.

You teased Sunghoon’s cock with your tongue, swirling it around the mushroom tip while you pumped Jake’s hard-on with your hand.

Jay stood by your side, watching the scene unfold right in front of his eyes as he palmed his cock, not wanting to pleasure himself too much and spoil the fun.

“Look at you.” Heeseung said, pushing himself into you without a single warning, making you gasp and take all of Sunghoon’s cock down your throat “Such a good slut for us.”

You clenched around Heeseung, the intrusion of his big dick making your nose scrunch as you tried to blow Sunghoon. The sound of your moans sent vibrations through all of his body, making his hips unconsciously buck.

Jake fucked your fist, his hips moving at a messy speed, just like he was always eager to release rather than enjoying the moment.

“Come on Y/N.” He said “Suck me off too.” And without needing a second request, you shifted your mouth from Sunghoon’s tip to Jake’s, swirling a mixture of your spit and the other’s precum on his dick.

“Fuck.” Heeseung groaned from behind you “Your pussy is so tight angel, squeezing my cock so well.”

You hummed, making Jake’s head fall back “I swear you’re like the goddess of sex.”

Jay walked closer to the bed until he kneeled on the mattress, one hand slapping your ass while the other went to play with your clit, stimulating you even more.

Jake gripped the back of your head and shoved his cock deep inside your throat, you could feel it twitch and drops of salty pre-cum drip down it.

You rolled your eyes back and concentrated on not to let the gagging reflex get the best of you as tears ruined your mascara.

“You look so fucking good.” Sunghoon growled, caressing your shoulder as he fucked your fist, seeing how you weren’t able to give him a handjob with two cocks filling your holes “All ruined.”

“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.” Jake panted “I’m gonna cum, I don’t wanna—“

Before he could even finish his sentence you had hollowed your cheeks and reached one hand to squeeze his balls, making him groan out and empty his load in your throat.

“Shit, baby.” He huffed “I didn’t want to cum so soon.”

You pulled away and licked any drop of cum that escaped your lips, smirking “You always do.”

When you were about to take Sunghoon’s cock in your mouth, Jay said “Nah ah.” And Heeseung pulled out of you.

You let out a complaining noise and Jay manhandled you, lying on the mattress with his back resting on the headboard.

He gently guided you down on his shaft, your hands resting on his shoulders.

A figure hovered behind you, the familiar scent of musk and sweat filling your nostrils.

Heeseung’s breath fanned over your ear “How tight is this hole, mh?” He asked, pressing himself against your ass.

You shuddered, leaning against one of his shoulders as Jay slowly moved your body up and down, making you bounce on him.

“Can I?” He asked, pressing soft kisses down your jaw. You closed your eyes and nodded, your mind already cloudy with lust and desire.

“Good girl.” He murmured, Sunghoon’s icy hand came to spread your asscheeks as Heeseung slowly slid his tip inside your asshole.

You let out a whimper, your eyes squeezing shut as your pussy did the same around Jay.

“Breathe, Y/N.” Heeseung whispered, kissing and sucking on your neck to distract you.

You nodded and tried to take deep breaths as Heeseung pushed all of himself inside your asshole, the stretch was painful yet so sweet combined to Jay’s steady thrusts.

You moaned out loud, rolling your eyes back as they moved together, filling you up to the brim.

“You like it?” Sunghoon asked “You like it, having your holes filled, don’t you, doll?”

You nodded “Like it.” You breathed out “S’full.”

“Yeah?” Sunghoon stood on the mattress “How about how?” He asked, shoving his dick inside your mouth.

You moaned around him, sending waves of vibration on his twitching length.

“S-shit.” Heeseung hissed “So good.”

Jake watched the scene from the edge of the bed, his cock hard again as he jerked himself.

Jay gripped your hips and lifted you slightly, his hips jerking up at a fast pace, his tip hitting your cervix.

“I’m so close, angel.” Heeseung panted, his hips thrusting so harshly, making your body move as you sucked Sunghoon off.

“Good fucking slut.” Jay groaned, cock twitching inside of you, so close to the edge with the way your pussy was clenching around him, knowing you were close to your euphoria as well.

You pulled away Sunghoon’s cock and jerked him off with your hand “Fuck!” You moaned out loud “So good.”

“Shit, Shit.” Sunghoon removed himself from your hand as he shot his load all over your chest, pulling you into a heated make out session that you reciprocated with difficulty.

Truthfully, you were just panting in his mouth while his tongue swirled all around yours, still feeling the aftertaste of Jake’s seed.

Heeseung’s hips also stuttered, cumming deep inside your ass at the same time Jay hit your sweet stop, making your body shudder in release.

Jay fried to hold it back but he wasn’t quick enough to pull out, emptying his load inside of your warm cunt.

You three rode out of your orgasms and then you laid on Jay’s chest, spent.

“What the fuck, man? I told you not to come inside of her.” Heeseung groaned, brows furrowed in anger.

Jay’s breath was still uneven, drops of sweat falling down his forehead “I’m sorry. I didn’t pull out in time.”

“Well, pull out now!” He snapped, making you raise your hand in protest.

You gave him a wary look and slowly lifted yourself off Jay, his cum dripping out of your pussy onto his softened cock.

You moaned and turned around, flopping down on the mattress “I think that was pretty hot.”

“But I’m your boyfriend.” Heeseung frowned. You stared up at him with half-lidded eyes “Yes, you are.”

“So? Aren’t you mad he literally just—“ You shushed hum by nudging his knee with your foot “I’m not mad. I’m on the pill and surely won’t get pregnant by one of your friend’s cream pie.” You chuckled weakly.

Heeseung sighed “Alright,” He gulped “Sorry, Jay.”

“No worries.” Jay shrugged “I get it.”

Heeseung’s gaze fell onto your pussy, the way Jay’s cum mixed with your own wetness had made a mess on the sheets.

And lord if it wasn’t the hottest thing he’d ever witnessed— his cock slowly hardened again, twitching in front of him.

You raised a brow at him, “Actually.” He cleared his throat “Why don’t we all take turns and cum inside of you, angel?”

[lotte-s-web]

Rockstar!Hobie x reader though 😩

The album covers for some of his playlists are pictures of your lips and chin, or bare shoulder where his hands are, or if you’re a female, his hands on your tits from behind HDJSNJSJS

Random shout outs during shows or concerts and looking straight at you as he says literally anything that makes the crowd go wild

Fucking in his dressing room after a show with his adrenaline still pumping, his black lipstick smudged around his lips and your neck covered in marks that shows what messed it up

EVEN BETTER IF it’s BEFORE A SHOW

He probably wears makeup (personal head cannon where he does Smokey eyes or eyeliner during shows) and so imagine BEFORE A SHOW

His lipstick smudged, and marks around your neck as you find a place in the crowd and he proudly stares with a smug smirk HDHSJSJSJSJXJJX CLAWING AT THE WALLS

(Sorry for yapping)

NONONONON ACTUALLY THANK YOU FOR YAPPING I LOVE IT WHEN I GET STUFF LIKE THIS IN MY INBOX

aghh where do i even begin with rockstar hobie... he's just so hdghsgbsdhsdvfhsdfvshd

his album covers are always photos of you without your face showing, always with a mark of him on your skin. whether that be his hand on your shoulder, his thumb pulling down on your lower lip, or black lipstick smeared all over your neck. he LOVES to show you off in subtle but loud ways

amidst the loud, angry and grating music his band usually produces, he makes songs just for you, showing off his love for you to every one of his fans. of course, people swoon over it, but only you get the full context of his lyrics. there are cheesy, romantic songs, just as well as there are cheeky ones. every song winks at you, references you and whispers lowly in your ear another inside joke that nobody but you and hobie will get.

oh and he's not above using your voice in his tracks. he'd record your moans and have them play in the background of his songs if you'd let him (see record). he records your laugh and little funny things you say to use them as producer/artist tags at the start of his songs. he thinks you just make his songs so much better; he'd take any chance to include you.

backstage fucking with him is always intense, exhilarating. seeing you supporting his music and singing along to his lyrics always gets his blood pumping downwards, his energy no longer directed at the show he was trying to put on.

he'll drag you out of the crowd between shows and take you somewhere where his bandmates know not to cross. one thing leads to another and suddenly, he's taking you against the wall with one hand over your mouth and another pulling your hips back against his.

he's breathing down your neck, keeping his pace fast and hard, determined to make the both of you cum as soon as possible. after all, he has to go back on stage in 15 minutes, he doesn't have all day. he has your mind all mushy, your nails scratching desperately at the wall as you near release.

he regrets having to leave you after you've both came, having to hastily clean you up; it's less than you deserve. but the fucked-out smile on your face and the messy, smudged black lipstick adorning your jaw, neck and lips almost makes it worth it.

he always kisses your cheek as he leaves you, handing you a signed guitar pick and winking at you. he shouts that you should do this again as he re-straps his guitar, not bothering to even fix the smudged eyeliner and lipstick across his lips. you say it won't happen again, but it always does.

SIGH rockstar hobie one chance god please

[alonetimelover]

maybe reader showering harry with kisses after one of his shows and harry just talking it all in or something like that.

pairing: boyfriend!Harry Styles x reader

word count: ~700

warnings: they kiss, quite a lot; fluff !!

a/n: thank you @harrystylesnumber1 for coming up with the idea!

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Adrenaline was buzzing through Harry’s veins as he was running down the stairs, straight from the stage of his first night back on tour. Love on Tour. Los Angeles. After years Harry was back in his element. And the love of his life was waiting right there, behind a black curtain with one of the biggest smiles on her face. 

"Did you hear them?" Harry asked, nearing YN, placing huge steps to be close to her as quickly as possible. 

"I did! It was so loud!" YN screamed excitedly, opening her arms for Harry to fall into them. 

"I’m so pumped! I fucking missed it,” he mumbled the last sentence in YN’s shoulders, melting into her arms. 

From the side they look like two pieces finally put together. Their bodies completed each other, every curve falling into every indent, the overall contour of them making one, complete and full line. People were used to how Harry and YN could fall into their own World and learn not to try to get them out of it. Even if they did, none of them would succeed. The couple, when in each other's presence, forgot about the circling world around them. No noise, no visuals could break them apart. Well, almost.

“Let me look at you.”

Harry lifted from her shoulder, giving her a tired but loving smile. 

“I’m so proud of you.” YN caressed Harry’s face, brushing those curls back to see his eyes. The wrinkles by them just reflected how happy he actually was. 

“Couldn’t have done it without you, lovie.” 

With enamoured look in her eyes, YN closed the millimetres gap between their lips and welcomed Harry in one of the first post-concert blissful kisses. The type of kisses that Harry added to his favourites. Ones that lingered and stayed with him. Ones that just started but felt like they had been shared between them for centuries. The feeling of her soft (or sometimes chapped) lips against his deprived ones, brought him feelings of home, of something so familiar that could be just his. 

“I love you,” she murmured, brushing her lips against his. 

“Mhmm,” he almost giggled, pecking her multiple times. “I love you.”

Just like if the World stopped, YN and Harry fell into their embrace. From time to time, either of them would pick up their head and plant some small, some long and some lustful kisses on the other person’s body. Only when Harry neared that one spot YN’s breath hitched. 

“Harry, not here.”

“There’s no one around,” he grinned to her neck, getting closer and closer to his destined spot. 

There in fact were dozens of people around them. Harry’s band, management, friends and family were walking around the backstage space, trying to find the one and only - Harry. From his mother, through his manager to one of his cousins, they all tried to look for him and drink a celebratory drink. 

“Harry, baby,” she pleaded, trying to take his mind off making her crumble at his feet in such a public place. 

Harry eventually unlinked from her neck after having it lightly grazed with his teeth. Looking into her eyes, he sent her a smirk that he knew she couldn’t resist. One that he used to just make her agree to something that she would have but needed some encouragement. 

Shaking her head with a grin, she once again kissed him, taking his breath away. They moved their lips in perfect rhythm. And when Harry placed one of his hands on YN’s lower back, she gasped from the closeness of their bodies, giving Harry a perfect opportunity to deepen the kiss. With her hands in his hair, she pressed harder and harder into him, craving that closeness. 

“There you two are! Always hiding together!” 

Upon hearing Harry’s mum's voice they fell apart, breaths heavy and swollen lips, trying to act like nothing had happened. Anne just smirked at them, shaking her head. 

“I saw nothing. I know nothing. Just - just come with me. Everyone is waiting for you two.” 

Felling their faces burning, they moved hand in hand behind the older woman, trying to suppress their smiles. 

“Stop smiling,” YN whispered to Harry, pinching his side. 

“Nope.” 

And just like that he pecked her lips one more time for good measure and with a love-struck look picked up the pace, swinging their arms up and down. 

[kissingfinelines]

High School! Nanami headcanons

(ac: mineco000 on twt!)

(emo nanami x gn! reader)

A/N: If no one else is gonna pump out emo kento content ig I’ll do it :/

Gets teased constantly about being emo (mainly by his peers Gojo, Geto, Haibara, etc.) It’s all in good fun and it doesn’t really get to him but when he catches feelings for you it makes him wonder if he’d be your type.

He wonders if you’d like boys like him because he’s noticed that outgoing fun guys like Gojo are typically seen as more attractive.

You’re oblivious to his crush on you because he’s always quiet unless he has something worth saying. But Haibara noticed immediately because…

Nanami is usually quiet but does small gestures that show his true feelings towards someone. Like whenever you talk Nanami gives you his full attention but when you look at him he immediately turns away and just nods. Haibara notices this and giggles about it.

YU HAIBARA NUMBER #1 WINGMAN

He’s always telling Nanami to shoot his shot w you!

H: “C’mon I’ll set up a date and everything! We could go to a cafe [as a group of 3] but then I’ll lie and say I left my stove on or something. Then I’ll leave and it would just be the two of you!”

Nanami says it’s the stupidest idea he’s ever heard (but he considers it for days.)

He doesn’t try to flirt with you because he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable (but he practices what to say to you in the mirror and Haibara caught him one time 💀)

NK: “So um, Y/N, what… kind of music do you like?” He mumbles to the mirror, awkwardly fixing his hair. He tries to imagine your response in his head.

“Oh, I love the same music as you, Ken! Take me to a concert so we can rave and make out!” Haibara teases from the doorway, making his voice high pitched. He wraps his arms around himself and makes kissing sounds.

Nanami threw a pillow at him and jumped him.

But when he is alone with you…

For example, if it’s just you two on a mission, he’ll try to make small talk even though he hates it.

He’ll bring up anything he knows you like (shows, movies, music, etc.) because even if he knows nothing about it, he likes watching the way you light up when you talk about your interest.

If you’re walking next to each other and your hands touch he won’t visibly react but he will scream internally.

If you flirt with him even as a joke, he won’t know how to react and he will blush like crazy. His face will be so red you’ll ask if he’s having an allergic reaction.

Constantly fights the urge to look at any part of you

Finally confessing…

If you confess first:

He’ll ask if you’re joking. Even if you confirm that you’re not, he’ll ask 10 more times.

He’ll start to smile but quickly cover the corner of his mouth with the neck of his uniform jacket.

He finally makes eye contact with you and softly says “I like you too.”

He’d like to kiss you on the spot, but thinks it’d be more romantic to wait for the first date.

Instead, he asks to hold your hand. When you accept, he holds it tightly, wondering how he got so lucky.

If he confesses first…

It would probably be after a long mission. It’s late at night and you’re both pretty beat.

You’d be covered in scratches and cuts, bleeding lightly. But to Nanami, you’re still the most beautiful person he’s ever seen.

Without thinking, he’d reach forward and wipe a drop of blood from your chin.

When you ask him why he did that, he’d just shrug and give a small tired smile. He’s usually stoic, but how could he not smile after a job well done?

And in all honesty, he’s just glad he didn’t lose you.

It’s late and you’re both exhausted, so he suggests going to a local bakery he loves and insists that he’ll pay.

It doesn’t matter if you order a pastry or a sandwich, he’s happy to treat you.

On the walk back to campus, he watches as you eagerly chow down on whatever he bought you. He decides to use whatever adrenaline he has left to confess his feelings for you.

NK: “Hey, there’s something that’s… been on my mind for a while. I’ve tried to ignore it but, it’s pretty difficult to do when it’s about someone like you.”

He rambles on how about how much he likes you. His words sound like a poet but they’re basically verbatim with the lyrics of his favorite song.

Once he’s done he goes quiet and looks at you. “So… what do you think? I don’t expect you to feel the same, but if you do…”

When you tell him you feel the same, his knees go weak. He can’t even believe the words you’re saying.

“I’ve always liked you, Kento.” You laugh, placing a hand on his arm.

“You’re lying.” Nanami’s eyes are wide with surprise.

“I’m not, I swear! I thought I made it obvious. Even Haibara noticed.”

“He what.”

[froggibus]

Hi! How’s going? I hope good, and if not, things will get better soon!

I wanted to request a NSFW Lucio scenario, BUT IDK WHAT 😭😭😭 Maybe a dom-reader? Lucio reacting to a moo-lingerie (or just lingerie)? A classic loving vanilla scenario in the bedroom? Camping sex? The reader gets horny after seeing Lucio's tanned skin coming out of the shower after a long day on the beach? Sneaky sex after/before a show?

Idk if any of these ideas are inspiring to you, I hope so 🥺 (I'm Lucio starved help)

Two for the Show — Lucio Correia dos Santos

Pairing: Lucio x fem! reader (reader uses fem pronouns + has a pussy)

Genre: smut/NSFW

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: your boyfriend always needs a little extra love after a show—and you’re more than happy to give it to him

CW: established relationship, porn with plot, semi public sex, oral (m! receiving), incredibly filthy messy head, riding, doggy, praise, kinda manhandling? multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, choking, hair pulling, neck biting & kissing, creampie, cockwarming if u squint

for the most dedicated Lucio fan out there 🫶🏻 I started writing this a while ago but I finished like the last 1200 words tonight. I hope you like it!! I know it isn’t quite what you asked for BUT I did actually proofread it (rare)

Lucio flips his head back, damp hair whipping the back of his neck. He’s hopping up and down, hands flicking switches on his board so fast he can hardly keep track. Sweat beads down his bare chest, smearing the green paint that runs over his abs, over his shoulders, into his pants.

The concert is so loud his eardrums throb. No matter how many times he performs he never gets used to the noise—he never gets used to the rush. The faces in the crowd in front of him blend into the next, smiles and tongues making them look like a pulsing, scarlet blur.

The adrenaline is an addiction, and even after he says it’s the ‘last song’ (for the third time, no doubt), he finds he can’t quite let go. The flashing lights disappear and the smoke fades away, but his heart still pounds in his chest. 

“Thank you, Rio!” He shouts, his voice drowned out by the blood rushing in his ears.

He grabs his water bottle from under his table and flashes the crowd a grin before slinking away backstage. He sucks in a breath through his teeth, a failed attempt to calm the vibrant pulse in his chest. 

You’re waiting for him backstage, starry eyes falling over his form. “Hey superstar,” you beam.

His hands are reaching out before he’s even close enough to feel you. He crosses the room to you, and then he’s falling into you. His hands trail down your cheeks, down your sides, falling featherlight over your hips.

“How was the show—mmm”

His lips are on yours, cutting off whatever you were about to say. His kiss is full of need as he pulls you closer to his chest so you can feel the roaring of his heart. The grip on your waist tightens, desperate fingers clutching at your skin so hard it burns.

He can’t help it—you soothe that part of him that still aches from the pumping adrenaline. When his heart is thrashing and his cock is swollen, you’re the only remedy. His hands slide down to your ass, cupping the fat and squeezing til you squeal into his mouth.

“Easy there,” you say between heavy breaths. “There’s still a big crowd out there. ”

Lucio looks at you, a wanton smirk on his face. His pupils have almost completely blown with lust and his cheeks burn a deep red. His body shakes with every desperate breath. 

He mumbles a quick, “I don’t care,” and then his lips are on yours again.

You’re stumbling around, your arms squeezing his shoulders for support as he walks you towards the couch backstage. The leather hits the back of your legs and suddenly the two of you are tumbling to the floor. You collide partly with the sofa, and partly with the soft rug that lines the floor beneath it.

“Lucio—” you gasp at the impact but the DJ is unphased. 

His teeth dig into your bottom lip, scraping along the sensitive skin. A gasp forces your mouth open and then his tongue is running along the backs of your teeth. You whine into his mouth, rocking your hips against the air. 

And then he’s pulling away from you. 

You tilt your head in confusion, forcing your lungs to expand with each breath. He props himself up on the couch in front of you, hands making quick work of the studded belt around his waist, and then his pants are pooling around his ankles. 

You crawl forward, bracing yourself on your knees between his. The green paint goes all the way down to his thighs, smeared across his groin from his sweat and your touch. 

He raises an eyebrow at you, “well?”

You bite your lip. Your hands move on their own, running up the length of his cock through his boxers before sliding your fingers inside the waistband. He shivers from your touch and bucks his hips forward. 

You’re slow to tug down his underwear, looking up at him through your lashes just to see him staring at you with an intensity you’ve rarely seen before. His cock springs free and it's already dripping in precum, the shaft glistening with his desperation. 

You brace your hands against his skin—one on his hard abs and the other on his quivering thigh—and lick all the way up his length. His hands are quick to grab your head, tugging you forward with those thinly strewn muscles you always forget about until they’re bulging in the after light of a concert. 

Just the sight of him gripping your head, arms flexing and eyes glazed over, is enough to have you rutting against your leg. 

You take him into your mouth, the sweet salt of his pre flooding your tastebuds. It only drives you to take more of him in, forcing your head down even after he brushes up against the back of your mouth. He’s sweaty and salty and his skin is so hot—it’s almost overwhelming. 

He pushes your head down, nearly bottoming out inside of your throat. “Fuck—could live in this pretty mouth,” he groans. 

You flick your teary eyes up to look at him, silently pleading with him to release your head and let you get some air. Part of you hopes he lets go but another part doesn’t. The feeling of choking on his cock is intoxicating and sends heat straight to your core.

The back of your leg starts to feel wet from how you’re rubbing against it, your panties drenched with your own slick. Finally, Lucio lets go and you pull away with a gasp. 

He gives you a minute to catch your breath, rubbing the head of his cock all around your mouth. He smears your drool and spit and his precum all across your face and it’s so fucking dirty, but you just look so cute when you get all messy like this—he can’t help it. 

He rubs his thumb over your swollen bottom lip. “Y’have paint all over your face, baby.”

You mirror his action, smearing the pre and paint across the back of your hand. It’s almost laughable when your skin comes back stained green. 

“So pretty.” His hands roam your face, down your neck, to your chest. “Let’s get those clothes off you, hm?”

And then you’re nodding your head, rising to your feet on shaking legs in front of him. He leans back on the couch, folding his hands behind his head. His eyes are glazed over as they watch you reach for the hem of your shirt. 

You’re quick to tug your shirt over your head but you pull your pants down painstakingly slow. Lucio gives his cock a tight fisted stroke, watching you bend over in front of him to show your underwear clad pussy. You’re wearing green underwear today—no doubt for him—and it has him aching to be in your cunt. 

As soon as your panties hit the floor, he’s pulling you into his lap. You gasp at the feeling of his warm fingers on your hips, guiding you down to sit on his cock. You groan in unison, a desperate mewl ripping from your throat. 

He keeps a vice grip on your hips, holding you snug against his thighs and keeping his cock buried inside you. He sets his jaw on your shoulder, hot gasps of air brushing on the cusp of your ear. 

“You’re so wet just from blowing me,” he gasps out, “s-so tight.”

You whine through your bitten lip, your eyes squeezed shut. Rocking your hips, you try to break free from his grip, try to bounce on his cock—try to do anything. But he’s content to hold you down, using you as his own personal cockwarmer. 

Finally, you break. “L-lucio, please!”

“Please, what?”

“Please let me move!”

He plants a rough kiss to your neck, teeth grazing the skin as he pulls away, and finally releases your hips. Immediately you begin to bounce up and down his length, cunt making loud, wet noises as he bottoms out repeatedly. 

He uses his strength to help you ride him, nails digging into the bottoms of your thighs so hard you swear he’ll draw blood. Your whines and his grunts fill the room backstage—loud enough for any passersby to hear, but you’re too far gone to care. 

It’s already hot backstage, the air thick from the Brazilian heat—but it’s tenfold now that you’re pressed against him with his cock throbbing inside of you. Sweat pools in every place your bodies collide but it only makes it easier to move against him. 

The drag of his cock against your aching walls is addicting, and your craving for the heat of his body against yours is insatiable. You have your hands pressed against his knees while you bounce on his cock, using them for momentum to drive him deeper and deeper into your core with each movement. 

His tip rams into your sweet spot every time, his heartbeat is wild against your back and his skin is so hot you swear you’ll both burn up. You clench your hands around his knees, his skin filling the spaces under your nails. Your legs start to tremble, your tummy flutters, and then you’re exploding. 

You cum wildly, back arching into his chest. He holds you through your orgasm, still rutting into you restlessly, chasing his own high. 

You’re almost limp when you’re done cumming, so tired in his arms you can hardly move. Your pussy aches for more—but your thighs and arms tremble so furiously that there’s no way you could hold yourself up. 

Lucio is one step ahead of you, though. He cradles your body, slipping his cock out of your gushing hole just long enough to lay you on your stomach. The cold leather of the couch soothes the fire on your skin, but your pussy still throbs in anticipation. 

“Shh,” he soothes you, cock slipping easily through your folds. “‘M gonna make you feel so good, princess.”

Your strength is recovering, albeit slowly. But it’s just enough for you to push yourself onto your knees, resting your cheek against the couch. 

He grips your hips and uses them to propel himself forward. The slam of his hips on the backs of your thighs is hard enough to bruise. His desperation, his need to cum, only grows with every thrust, the movements getting sloppier with each passing second. 

He reaches forward and grabs your hair, tugging you away from the couch. His other hand is snug around the base of your throat, just barely applying pressure. You’re whimpering in his arms, shaking—your pussy flutters and clenches on his cock with every thrust. 

You’re getting close and though you open your mouth to warn him, the only thing that leaves is a strangled moan. He attaches his lips to the side of your neck again, alternating between gnawing at the sensitive skin and mumbling soft praises. 

“F—fuck!” He slams his cock deep inside of you, his hand around your throat tightening enough to cut off your circulation. 

You barely feel the hot streams of cum gush inside of you before your own orgasm is falling over you. You shake in Lucio’s arms, your head lulling back onto his shoulder. 

He holds you through it, finally letting go of your aching neck. “That’s it, baby,” he murmurs, stroking your head, “cum for me.”

It’s nearly two minutes before the aftershocks of your orgasm start to fade. Lucio’s heart hammers in his chest behind you, his heavy breathing filling your ears. 

You let yourself collapse into him. He catches you in his strong arms, positioning both of you to lay against the couch. 

“Fuck,” he laughs, rubbing at the paint covered bruises forming on your body. “You should come to my shows more often.”

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[anashins]

i love your idol!au so much 🥰🥰 that’s why i’ve come up with an idea where in idol!reader suddenly gets shipped with another idol/actor she worked with and jaehyun get jealous and tries so hard to drop hints here and there that they’re together so people can ship them instead lol

Pairing: idol!Jaehyun x idol!reader

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1k

Summary: When an incident during your first collaboration stage leads you to get shipped with his group's leader, Jaehyun decides that he has to nip this rumor in the bud.

A/N: Thank you so much, I hope you like this one 💗

“Did you see me, Jaehyun? It was amazing!”

You had just gotten off the stage, still in your outfit in which you had performed alongside Taeyong and several other SM artists for a collaboration song, and still in high spirits with the adrenaline pumping through your veins.

You had been preparing for your first stage outside of your girl group for weeks, and the first live performance was a full success despite minor technical issues that luckily got quickly resolved thanks to the other artists in the unit.

Jaehyun was lurking backstage, having to wait another few stages until NCT would get their chance to perform, and even though he must be pumped as well by now, he didn’t give off the impression to be actually excited for the concert today anymore despite him having expressed his anticipation before.

In fact, he looked enormously pissed. 

“What was going on with your microphone?” he barked, walking toward you. “Why was yours the only one not working?”

“It’s okay!” you tried to calm him down. “It worked shortly after, right? I didn’t even have to sing first until they noticed, so it’s okay, it can happen!”

“But not during your first collaboration stage! I’m gonna find the one responsible for this.”

You didn’t know what was up with him, Jaehyun looked utterly angry, almost beyond the point of no return. You had never witnessed him turning into such a borderline menace for everyone around him. Usually, your boyfriend was kind, warm and reserved. Only seldomly, he expressed upset over something, most likely only brooding, and even more seldomly, he raised his voice. So what was going on with him now?

“Hey.” Before Jaehyun got the chance to turn around and stomp away, you grabbed him by his arm and held him back. “I promise you, it’s alright! There is no point in going off on that person, we cannot turn back time. Taeyong noticed it right away and fixed it, didn’t you see? Next stage, I’m gonna have a double check beforehand.”

“Of course he noticed it and fixed it right away,” he repeated, and you didn’t miss the slight mockery in his voice as it dawned on you what was really going on behind his boiling surface. “He always does.”

“Jaehyun…” Your hand slid down his arm until you reached his clenched palm and gently wrapped your fingers around his in a comforting and reassuring gesture. “Are you jealous? Of Taeyong? One of your best friends?”

It took him a while to reply and eventually admit to his feelings that he had never shown you before as he slowly shifted around to face you with defeated features. “It’s not that. He’s a great leader and a professional, which was why he noticed the malfunction right away and was able to fix it.”

“See, he’s the one who saved me from an embarrassing moment. So, what’s your problem?”

“My problem is…” You could almost hear Jaehyun grinding his teeth together. “...the internet. You have probably not seen it yet, but it’s full of people shipping you with Taeyong, and it’s making me mad!”

You frowned in confusion. “Why would they do that?”

“Apparently, it was heroic and utterly cute how he immediately went over to you and helped you, touched your face while fixing the microphone, and how you looked at him gratefully, earning a bright smile back.”

“I was only grateful for his help, and you know Taeyong, he-”

“I know,” Jaehyun sighed deeply. “I know.” He cupped your face, all anger suddenly gone, wiped away and replaced by something you had never encountered in his expression before as well: insecurity. “If it were me, I would have done the same, you know that, right? I’m capable of that too.”

“I’m sure about that. Please don’t listen to the internet and who they want to see me with, because they have only witnessed one interaction. I barely interact with other male artists. If they saw us close together as well, their opinions would surely change.”

“Okay.” Jaehyun's shoulders relaxed and he now appeared less tense, wiping a strand of your hair that had gotten loose out of your face. “I’m sorry about that.”

You giggled quietly. “Jeong Jaehyun, I didn’t know you could be this jealous.” 

____

Having changed into the concert’s official shirt, you went to the goodbye stage with all the artists that had performed today. You were supposed to get on the same cart as your group’s leader, waving goodbye to the audience, but when you arrived at the spot, someone else already waited there.

“Where is my leader?” you asked, tilting your head.

“I switched carts with her,” Jaehyun explained with a cheeky smile.

“Oh, you did?” You approached him slowly. “And she allowed you to do so just like that?”

“Well, I owe her one bucket of chicken every week for one month straight, but it will be worth it.”

“You know you never had something to be jealous of in the first place, right?” you wanted to assure him.

“I’m very well aware of that. But I cannot let everyone believe you and Taeyong would make a greater couple than us. My ego just won’t let me.”

“What are you planning on doing then, Jaehyun? We cannot be too obvious.”

“Get on this cart.”

In your heels, it was a bit tricky to get up the steep stairs, and that was when you felt Jaehyun’s hand on your forearm. A tender touch that only lasted one second or two, but was obvious enough to get noticed by the endless cameras in the audience.

He hadn’t chosen to support you by your waist, because that would have been too intimate to be shared between artists from the same label, and he hadn’t chosen your hand either, because it would have been too obvious how close you actually were.

Jaehyun had done the right gentlemanly thing to spur some fan content that was just in character for him.

“Sneaky,” you whispered to him when he followed you to the top of the cart.

“I know,” he answered, smiling the brightest for the entire ride, waving to the crowd.

[lovingseventeen]

hoshi saying "i love you" for the first time

a/n: (i really do look at the comments for what member to write for next) (y'all should leave a comment because i'm indecisive as heck LOL)

it's not premeditated whatsoever. he knew that deep down, he had stronger feelings for you beyond the word "like" but he never thought about it for too long. it was an accepted feeling he was aware of but he couldn't quite place his finger on it.

of course, he got you backstage access to his concerts, along with a seat with a great view. as much as possible, he always tried to see you before the show started.

it's when he sees you in your concert get-up that it all makes sense to him. anyone looking at you would be able to tell you were there for him specifically. his eyes light up when he sees you in leather pants and a tiger print top.

you've done your makeup a little bit more extravagant too and he can't help his jaw from dropping when he sees you.

"soonyoung!" you exclaim as soon as you see him. you're rushing up to him to greet him in your usual embrace. he's smiling when he notices your caratbong has a little tiger hat on it.

"wow, you really went all out today, huh?" he grinned, hands resting on your waist.

"of course i did" you assured him, "i'm always excited to see you perform."

"happy you're here, baby." he really can't take his eyes off of you, especially when you give him a little spin, a full 360 of your outfit.

"you like my outfit? i'm really representing your horanghae agenda-"

you're looking at him with so much sincerity in your eyes that he just blurts it out. it's like he's hit with every little moment leading up to this one and he's so damn happy that you're so supportive.

"i love you."

then his heart feels like it might just explode when he sees you smile back equally as wide. "i love you too, soonyoung."

-- bonus:

he gets caught up in the concert: adrenaline is pumping through his veins as the music courses through him. the crowd riles him up too as he dances with all his might.

when they finally slow things down for a softer song, he thinks of you as they're all sitting. they're all swaying as they wait for their parts and he watches sea of light sticks. he can't find you, so he opts for the easiest way to get a message to you.

soonyoung sings his lines flawlessly, but after his last line, he says another "i love you" into the camera and the crowd goes crazy, not knowing it was for a specific someone.

somewhere in the arena, you're looking into the screen and your heart swells knowing that message was for you.

- comment the member you want next!

- back to event!

[1d--louhaz]

After Show Surprise (HarryxReaderxFlorence)

AN: This is my first time writing something like this and it sat in my drafts forever so lmk what you think. As always idk how to finish a story so I may continue it, there’s not much harryxreaderxflo content on here but I liked writing abt it so if you have thoughts or ideas reply or ask!

WC 1.8K

Tonight is Harry's last night at MSG, you are beyond proud of him and ready for the few days he has off before moving to his next residency. You have seen this show enough times that you know when he is almost finished with his set, so you slip away from your seat to set up a surprise for Harry in his dressing room. After a show, he has so much adrenaline pumping through his veins and he can't wait to get back to the hotel to rip your clothes off, so as a surprise for his last night you thought you'd let him have a sneak preview. Usually after the show he comes back to his dressing room and has some alone time as he comes down from the high of being on stage.

You quickly make your way to the room; having been there for 2 weeks you finally have a good understanding of all the hallways backstage. When you get to Harry's room you find your bag and begin changing clothes. You can hear Harry start his final goodbyes, so you know you have about 5 minutes until he gets off the stage and makes his way to you. You switch out your usual concert fit of ripped jeans and a cropped tee, for a sexy black body suit. It's a combination of lace and satin, with the lace detail in just the right spots so you can show off all your assets. You pair the bodysuit with a satin robe and get comfortable on the couch while you wait for Harry to get back. You sit back right in the middle of the comfy, oversized leather couch, cross your legs, and drape the robe off your shoulders so everything is on display.

You're looking down adjusting your top when you hear the doorknob click open. You look up, smiling ready to greet Harry but there's much more shock than enthusiasm in his eyes. Before you can register the message his face is sending you, you catch a flash of blonde hair move behind his shoulder and hear a melodic singsong "Surprise, Y/N!"  You would recognize that voice anywhere. Florence, now standing beside Harry as he quickly shut the door, got a full view of your surprise.

"Erm, Y/N, Flossie was able to make it to the second half of the show and we were gonna surprise you." Harry laughed, walking toward you. "But I see now I should have given you a heads up because you had other plans for tonight." You laugh along at Harry's comment trying to cover up how mortified you are in this moment, instinctively you pull your robe closed over your chest. "Obviously I am a little underdressed," you state trying to make a joke to feel less awkward. You stand up to kiss Harry and try to act normal when you turn to Florence. "This is a wonderful surprise! I am so glad to see you, just wasn't expecting it," you hug her too.

"This is embarrassing," you blush, looking down. "Give me a second and I'll get dressed." Florence takes your chin and tilts your head up, "there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, you're stunning. Have to say, also not what I was expecting, but I can't complain." She smiles and nudges Harry, "Is this the kinda treatment you're getting every night, H? I'm kinda jealous."

"I know, I'm a lucky guy," he responds, smiling at you and taking your hand. They're being so complimentary you almost forget how exposed you are right now. "You guys are too much, but still, let me put some real clothes on. Come and sit," you lead them to the couch you had been sitting on, and as you turn to find your bag of clothes Florence grabs your arm. "Don't worry, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. I mean, you've seen more of the two of us on set anyway. Plus, I won’t be long, I don't want to spoil whatever you had planned for the evening."

Still semi-reluctant, you settle on the couch next to her and catch up for a few. You and Harry had been on tour for ages, and it had been so long since had time to talk. The three of you sat on the couch together laughing and catching up. Harry opened a bottle of wine, a few rounds later, hours that felt like only minutes had passed. You felt like it was getting colder, you looked down and realized your robe was slipping off. You were suddenly aware again that you were in fact basically naked and quickly fumbled with the robe. Florence stopped you, "you don't need to do that," and she reached up and brushed the hair out of your face.

You felt all of your blood rush to your face, as the thought of Florence flirting with you finally registered. You glanced up at Harry, but he was, as usual, hard to read. The two of you had been with a third in the past but never anyone you actually knew. And as far as you know, Florence didn't know about that, so she was coming to this conclusion all on her own. Harry wouldn't have ambushed you with this so he couldn't have set it up but thinking back three glasses of wine deep you were probably putting the energy out there all on your own.

Feeling all the tension, Florence spoke first, "Sorry if that was too forward, but I've been thinking it all night." Although you had never really talked to Harry about inviting Florence into anything with the two of you, you had considered it. It was hard not to, spending all that time on set with them watching them together and their chemistry and imagining yourself in the scene with them.

"Don't worry about it," you reply to her. "It's crossed my mind too." Suddenly you notice every detail of her face, and how her chest rises and falls with every breath. You look up to Harry again to get a sign of what the next step should be and the look on his face seems to say it all. You can tell he's studying the energy between you and Flo the look in his eye says he likes what he sees.

You turn back to Florence, but before you even say anything, she is slipping your robe the rest of the way off your shoulders, exposing your skin to the cool air, your nipples poking through the lace. She cups your face in her hands and pulls you in, embracing your lips with hers. They're much softer than you expected, kissing her is gentle and warm. You intertwine your fingers in her golden curls, deepening the kiss, your tongue find hers, her hand finding your breast. She takes your nipple between her finger and thumb and rolls it meticulously, bringing a soft moan from your lips.

You feel Harry's hand on your waist from behind. He places rough, wet kisses to your neck, as his hands explore your body too. They know their way around you too well, and he finds exactly what he's looking for. He finds your core between your legs and begins to massage you.

Placed between them, there is such juxtaposition to the way they each kiss you; yet, there's so much passion coming from both sides. You begin to pull Florence's jacket off her shoulders, and she quickly helps you with the process. Your lips break apart just long enough for you to pull her dress over her head. "Perfect, now we're even." You smile. She is wearing a white bralette, just as see through as your top, nipples perfectly poking through.

Harry is still using his expertise of your body against you; you can barely think straight. Before you combust, you lift your hips off the couch, forcing Harry's pursuit to pause, and push Florence onto her back. You begin kissing down her body. Starting with slow, soft kisses on her neck. Then you move down her chest, placing gentle nips and kisses. You massage one of her breasts in one hand while slipping the other out of her bralette. She hums her content as you kiss your way to her core. You leave gentle licks and kisses across her stomach and thighs until you find your target. She wiggles under you in response to your first contact, as you begin licking and sucking her clit, you can’t help but moan in unison with her.

“This is a great view and all, but don’t forget about me!” Harry traces his fingers down your back and kisses your shoulder. You pause your pursuit of Flo, to which she groans in frustration, to turn back and kiss Harry. “Don’t worry, you’ll get your turn next,” you reassure him. But as you turn back towards Florence, he grabs your hips and pulls you against him. “No, I want to give you yours!” he demands as his hand finds its way back between your legs.

You bite your lip, trying to stifle your moans, because of course Harry knows your weakness. But he knows you all too well, before you can contradict him, he’s got you up on your knees and he’s slipping out of his jeans. You lock eyes with Flo before she even says anything, her desire is all over her face -and yours. “Oh, I didn’t forget about you,” you whisper to her. Your tongue leaves a long soft trace up to her core. Just as you begin your pursuit again, you feel Harry slam into you from behind. Your gasp is softened by Florence.

The impact of Harry’s shaft radiates throughout you. It takes all your strength not to succumb to his throbbing member, as you still massage and caress Florence’s whole body. As you begin to grow higher your moans deepen and ripple across her core pushing her over the edge. The chorus of moans is what you needed to meet her there, letting out a final moan as your orgasm pulses through you. You felt Harry pull out as you fell forward resting your head on Florence’s stomach.

“Oh my god” she panted, running her hands through your hair. “I know” you looked up at her, still shocked that she was even here. Harry sat down next to you and took a sip of his drink, “so, Flo, how long are you in town?”

[dabisbratz]

thinking about rockstar!toji!

rockstar!toji who pounds you in the makeup room 5 minutes before he goes on stage. he needs everyone in the crowd to know who you belong to so he leaves hickeys on your neck.

rockstar!toji definitely knows how to use his fingers! Thanks to his amazing guitar playing skills, he brings you to your orgasm so fast it’s like you’ve gotten whiplash!

rockstar!toji is also récords your moans during sexy time and uses it is his bands’ songs!

rockstar!toji who has had ENOUGH of his fans throwing themselves at him, so he calls you on stage during a sensual song and kisses you! It’s not some simple kiss, it’s a full on make out session. He’s putting his tongue in your mouth, kissing your neck, and even spitting in your mouth. The crowd goes wild!

omgomg n you know how the adrenaline from performing can cause boners??? he definitely gets them every. single. concert. but not to worry!! he tours with you right by his side, which means he also gets to use you when he just can’t seem to take care of it himself.. (or so he says. he definitely can, just prefers when your lips are wrapped around him while he’s still giddy n sweaty n pumped full of energy)

also! there’s definitely edits of him spitting in your mouth on stageasdfghjkl toji is very famous because of his looks, so seeing that just makes his career blow up even more.. you’d probably have to deal with a lot of angry fans but… at the end of the day who just drank toji’s spit while the other could only daydream about it? oh, you? riiiiiight…

[wookieejamcrew]

idk if you’re looking for prompt requests from that last post so ignore this if not, but if you are: “ Cut loose, have fun! ”

(if you’re looking for characters also, Ros? if not then also ignore this kajdjajjsjsk)

thank u so so much for giving me the opportunity to write about my girl!!! hope u don't mind some inquisitor!ros ;) oh and would u look at that seventh's here too

***

“Sister dearest.”

Ros’s scrutinizing eyes darted to the source of her shrill trilling—to her Sister dearest. Ros's focus fell back onto their conquest, neatly roped and panting heavily through his gag. Ros watched the devaronian’s chest barrel and collapse with each strained respiration. She licked her lips, and the Seventh Sister chuckled coldly.

The Seventh Sister made a loud click with her tongue on the roof of her mouth as she mimed a box being checked off. “That’s what we in the Inquisitorius call a mission efficiently accomplished,” her tone was sardonic. “Fine work, cadet. I’ll be sure to report to the Grand Inquisitor what a well-behaved mutt he's found. How adequately you follow orders."

Ros flushed, but it was the Jedi informant’s desperate attempts to free himself in the absence of her undivided attention that really got her going. He managed to spark some friction between the manacles on his wrists. He was searching for some fatal flaw. Ros tilted her head at his concerted efforts, much like her pet-namesake. 

“Need help?” she delicately asked the man. He ignored her. Despite her being the one to corner him, capture him, to bind and gag him, he refused to see her as a threat. What he saw was a little girl who got lucky. Ros was already twenty, though few believed it. The Grand Inquisitor warned her that the Force might change that part of her—the fullness of her cheeks, that glow of youth, but she noticed no pallor skin nor periocular sallowing since her graduation from Arkanis two years ago. If anything, she felt preserved like in ice, unchanged and frozen in that cage of adolescence. 

Ros squatted lower, leaning into her prey, so it felt more intimate when she breathed out, “Sir, I asked if you need my help.” 

The man tried to butt his horned-head against her chin, but she flinched, falling onto her backside. There was that delight again, her Sister’s cruelty the symphony to her failed attempt at intimidation. Ros felt that swell of kinetic energy, the Force, beg for release. 

Not a second wasted, the Seventh Sister grasped Ros in her taloned fist and hoisted her up. She said, as intimately as Ros’ endeavored to, “Cut loose,” her exhalation hot against the shell of her ear, “have fun.”

“We have to bring him in alive,” Ros whispered back. 

“And we will. Because you were given an order, and you, well, you are so good at taking orders. Cut. Him. Loose, Sister.”

Ros chewed her lip until she tasted the tang of herself. She ignited her lightsaber. The Seventh Sister rolled the man face-first into the pavement, then held him still by pressing her boot between his shoulder blades. 

“Careful,” the Seventh Sister warned them both, “she’s new to this.”

Ros tongued the front of her teeth, staining them pink. She recalled the Grand Inquisitor’s instruction on precision: discipline your active mind, eliminate your distractions. She eyed the Seventh Sister with hostility, angled her red blade so its tip faced her, then sliced downwards at the binding of his waiting wrists. And the man, so pumped full of adrenaline, easily pushed the Seventh Sister off him. In the ecstasy of his escape, he had forgotten that his legs were still tied, and he flopped uselessly back onto the ground. Predictably, this thrilled the Seventh Sister, who looked at Ros in sadistic fellowship: It’s what the arrogant bastard deserves, her smile said. Worse, Ros’s tentatively said back. She felt herself perspire, cold pendants of sweat rolled down her spine like an icicle losing its integrity to the heat of a bright star. The man squirmed beneath her.

[clonesupport]

found this cute doll maker and it was literally perfection for many ideal outfits for marcelines show nights + a little bit of lore cuz i can’t help myself 🥴

marceline always goes to her boyfriend for his opinion on her gig fits, of course vik approves of everything she wears. she looks incredibly good in anything in his opinion and no matter what she wears on stage, no matter the crowd, no matter how many groupies try to follow her back to her dressing room, he always knows she’ll come straight back to him. she may be a rockstar but she’s a loyal one

her preshow good luck jinx is a kiss from vik. before and after the show, every time. she may seem like an edgy emo, and she is there’s no denying that, but she’s a baby girl at heart. she’s gotta know her manz is supporting her. most of the time it’s a deep kiss, sometimes it’s a full steamy 30 minute do not disturb on the dressing room door to really get her adrenaline pumping for her show🥴🥴 if she hasn’t already sweated her makeup off on stage then she definitely will with viktor after the show😌

marceline owns a bar in night city in the watson district. it’s not too far from where v and viktor are and it’s often a meeting for marcy and her friends/team to either go over jobs or the next gig performance. her bar’s called The Three Sixes, or just a simple 666 like the big neon sign outside depicts, it’s a concert hall meets bar. show nights are every night, often The Rippers (marceline’s band) are playing but any other band can book a night to perform as long as they got the eddies to pay their time slot, but of course post show they get those creds back if not doubled if they’re good enough with their sold tickets. marcy get’s her close friend diego to take care of the bar for her most of the time.

she may be the owner and the one getting most of the money from the establishment but that’s it. bar tending, bills and management are down by her “knight in shining armour” as she calls him. he gets a good pay so he can’t complain about the job, he enjoys it. diego is a couple decades older than marceline, they’re old friends dating back to marceline’s childhood. so when she started building a name for herself and bought her very own bar, she knew the first man she’d hire would be diego.

[bluerevs-a]

                  the  way  she  hurled  monstrosities  so  effortlessly,  without  even  a  pinch  of  a  brow,  would  never  cease  to  amaze  him.  the  words  cut  so  precisely,  with  a  sort  of  refined  practice,  that  the  blood-pumping  adrenaline  of  just  looking  at  her,  holding  her  attention  in  this  way,  delayed  their  screaming  ache.  he  should  be  used  to  this,  but  both  of  them  know  that  this  is  different  from  all  her  other  verbal  assaults.  this  one  is  dog-eared.  even  in  all  her  mocking,  she  was  right  .  he  exerts  such  a  concerted  effort  to  keep  his  face  even,  passive,  that  he  forgets  the  rest.  his  chest  heaves,  the  room  suddenly  entirely  too  full.  her  pointed  question  is  the  finisher,  and  he  feels  his  anger  spike  at  the  pride  that  blooms  across  her  features.  it  blurs  his  instincts  when  he  finally  shakes  his  head,  voice  unfamiliar  to  even  himself,  "  real  astute  observations  here,  neo-goth  freud.  thank  you,  seriously,  but  to  answer  your  question  .  .  .  god,  i  don’t  know.  "  looks  to  the  ceiling,  feigning  deep  thought,  "  although  you’ve  really  re-invented  the  wheel  as  the  ‘emotionally  unavailable  girl  in  doc  martens’ ,  i  just  don’t  think  i  need  you  to  feed  my  ego.  i  mean,  i  can  get  that  from  a  lot  of  places.  "  intentionally  boastful  when  he  meets  her  gaze  once  more,  demeanor  entirely  provoking  as  he  slowly  pulls  the  red  solo  out  of  her  hand,  "  i  think  it  might  be  the  way  this  was  empty  about  three  sips  ago  that  gets  me,  ”  shoots  a  flickered  glance  inside  the  drained  cup  as  he  steps  closer,  removing  any  barrier  between  them.  from  any  outsider's  perspective,  the  moment  looked  entirely  too  intimate,  but  in  reality,  he  was  incensed.  "  but,  at  the  end  of  the  day,  i  think  it’s  the  holdout.  you’ve  been  waiting  for  me  to  treat  you  like  shit  so  all  that  anger  in  your  tiny  body  has  a  place  to  go  .  .  .  but  i  don’t  .  so  you  give  up,  and  you  call  me.  and  no  matter  how  fucked  up  you  are,  there’s  a  moment,  right  before  you  before  you  crawl  on  my  lap    –    a  look  of  complete  relinquishment.    .  .  .      that’s   when  you  hold  my  hand  and  tell  me  just  how  fucking  special  i  am,  marley.  ”

         doesn’t  know  how  she  might  ever  rid  herself  of  the  sudden  iciness  that  swallows  her  heart  every  time  he’s  close  to  her.  every  time  she  finds  herself  enthralled  by  the  thought  of  something  more  with  him,  something  different  than  whatever  this  was,  she  freezes  entirely.  it’s  in  her  now,  arctic  wind  whipping  around  in  her  chest,  obvious  by  the  chill  in  her  gaze  as  she  looks  at  him.  “  no,  ”  she  shrugs,  glancing  at  the  other  across  the  room,  too,  as  she  takes  another  sip  from  her  cup.  “  but  he’s  not  the  only  one,  apparently.  ”  and  it’s  intended  to  hurt,  to  leave  a  mark  or  a  bruise.  one  that  he  might  remember,  the  next  time  he  thinks  about  her,  tells  her  he  really  fucking  likes  her.  it’s  never  worked  before,  but  if  he  wasn’t  going  to  stop  trying,  then  neither  would  she.  doesn’t  know  why  she  wants  to  crush  him  so  badly,  to  have  him  running  away  from  her,  screaming,  as  if  she  was  some  otherworldly,  bloody  creature  from  a  bad  horror  film.  her  efforts  appear  to  be  working,  though,  noticing  the  sudden  rigidity  in  his  tone,  the  frustration  riddled  in  the  words,  across  his  features.  she  seizes  it,  just  as  she  harnesses  that  frigidity  circulating  inside  her  for  one  final  blow.  “  you  want  what  every  other  guy  here  wants,  nolan,  ”  she  sighs,  now  appearing  more  bored  than  anything  else,  as  if  she’s  given  this  speech  a  hundred  times  before.  hopes  it  doesn’t  notice  how  her  her  voice  shakes  slightly,  however,  as  she  looks  at  him.  “  you  want  me  to  hold  your  hand,  and  tell  you  you’re  special,  and  different,  that  i  think  you’re  amazing  and  that  i  like  you  so  much,  that  i’d  do  anything  for  you,  whatever  you  want,  ”  it’s  spoken  mockingly,  as  if  she  couldn’t  think  of  anything  worse  to  do,  to  be.  it  all  required  vulnerability,  something  she  couldn’t  quite  seem  to  master.  “  and  that’s  not  me.  i’m  not  going  to  do  any  of  that  shit—  so  why  do  you  still  want  me,  hm  ?  are  you  really  that  desperate,  or  are  you  just  an  idiot  ?  ” 

[chvnnie]

Okay, I'll be discussing CNC so here is your warning.

I feel like Lee Know would be into CNC because he loves the power play & the trust you have to submit to whatever he desires.

Obviously you'd wear a necklace or jewellery to indicate a scene and have a safe word.

Like I can imagine him coming home from a concert with so much adrenaline in him that he could just take his stress out on you.

'Just take it darling, I'll make you feel so good afterwards'.

i got sick before i could answer this but she’s recovering now and can’t get this out of her head so

smut below the cut

SMUT - MINORS DNI

WARNING: CONTAINS CNC AND SOMNOPHILIA. PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT IF THOSE TOPICS MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE.

minho is typically softer with you. the tough exterior doesn’t exist often in the bedroom. sure he likes to tease, to push your buttons and make you squirm, but he’s typically fairly gentle. sweet. full of praise and affection, worshipping you like the ethereal goddess you are.

but sometimes he just can’t help it; the low key sadist inside him clawing, begging to get out. itching to make you cry, to tie you up and make you beg for mercy.

especially on days like today. minho is fucking pent up, the overwhelming stress of back to back shows finally getting to him. he’s overworked, exhausted, and pumped full of so much fucking adrenaline from the high of performing that he needs something to do.

the clock had just struck midnight when the front door shuts behind him, louder than he intended it too. he can’t help it. there’s just so much going on. he needs something to do.

it’s nights like tonight that he’s grateful you helped him set up a home gym. deciding to spend a few hours exercising the frustration out, he heads to the bedroom, purposely being more quiet as to not wake you up.

he starts rummaging through the dresser, look for a pair of workout shorts when he hears you tossing on the bed behind him. afraid that he’s making to much noise, minho turns around to check that you’re still asleep.

and you are. lips parted, soft snores leaving your lips; there’s no room to question whether or not you’re still sleeping. you’re curled up in the middle of the bed, cuddling with one of his pillows as a replacement for him. it’s sweet to watch as you snooze, happily resting in the king sized bed.

but then he realizes what shirt you’re wearing. that little black tank top with the frilly fringe around the neckline. and suddenly, it’s not sweet anymore.

he closes the dresser, the idea of working out no longer appealing. slowly, still careful as to not wake you, minho pulls the comforter off your body. you’re not wearing pants, just a pair of white cotton panties and the top.

he’s found something better to relieve his stress.

minho’s movements are gentle, even though he’s literally shaking with the need to grab you and fuck you into oblivion. to take what he wants. and according to your shirt, that’s exactly what you want — a long conversation setting out rules and guidelines for your sexual relationship. when wearing this specific tank top, you’re giving him permission to take you whenever he wants, however he wants, wherever he wants.

and he fucking wants you. now.

he’s pleasantly surprised to find a small grey spot on your panties, dampness leaking through. they stick to your folds, so slick and sticky that he has to carefully peel them off. even after you’re stripped of your panties, you’re still sleeping. still snoring.

good. he’s not ready for you to wake up yet.

minho pushes his sweats down just enough to free his cock, spitting in his hands and pumping the length until he deems it wet enough. typically, he would take his time to prep you. to make sure you’re ready for him.

but this was anything but typical. this was something special, and fuck he can’t wait anymore.

slowly, he works the head inside you. fuck, you’re so tight, he’s not even sure the rest of his cock will fit. but he won’t give up, easing himself deeper and deeper. somehow you stay asleep as he bottoms out, squeezing around him in your sleep.

“fuck.” he grunts, lifting a hand to your face to brush the frizzy hair away. “what are you dreaming about, baby? what has you clenching like this?”

minho only gets two or three deep, slow thrusts in before he sees your face scrunch, sleepy groans going straight to his cock. the pace picks up, and that’s when your eyes begin to flutter open.

bringing your hands to your face, tiny fists rub your eyes. “m-min? what’s going-“ your sentence is cut short by a moan of surprise as he slams into you borderline aggressively.

your hands fall, eyes now wide in shock and confusion. minho watches as it all clicks in your mind, jaw dropped and whimpering as he begins to get more rough with you.

“shhh, darling.” he says with the most twisted grin, loving the looks you’re giving him. minho thanks every star that you decided to wear that top to bed tonight. “just take it like a good girl. i’ll make you feel good later.”

[j1rouz]

nezuko and genya are best friends and i will stand by this until i die. there is so much potential, like nezuko is easy to talk to and she’s always genuine and honest so genya knows that she’s not afraid of him just like tanjirou. he was nervous when tanjirou introduced him to her at first bc he gets all flustered around girls but like i said, something about nezuko makes it easy for him to get along with her.

in a modern setting, i hc that they listen to the same music. i bet genya likes rock music and he definitely looks like he wouldn’t be walkin around listening to pop, and nezuko doesn’t look like she’d be listening to rock but i’m just gonna say that she is bc she has a record of surprising people. she finds out through tanjirou that they like one of the same bands, so she runs up to him at school to ask him about it and genya tells her that he does, and she gets all excited so she starts to ask questions, like favorite song, favorite album, etc.

it’s really easy from there. genya was already friends with tanjirou and his little band of idiots, but now that genya and nezuko are friends too, tanjirou invites him over to meet the rest of his family. they accept him with open arms (bc who knew an entire family could be so nice and welcoming) and not-so-suddenly it becomes a regular thing. nezuko and her mother teach genya how to cook random things bc he always ends up staying for dinner and they know through tanjirou that he and his older brother live in an apartment together (he could always use the new recipes so his brother doesn’t have to shoulder everything)

but i bet they would go to a concert together!!! i bet tanjirou and inosuke would go along (concerts are too loud for zenitsu) just to keep them company, but genya and nezuko would be rockin out in their own world, and i bet genya could so easily lift her up on his shoulders so she could see better. they’d get yelled at probably bc he’s already a giant, but it’s fun while it lasts and they go out to eat in the late night when it ends, still pumped full of adrenaline, then pass out at the kamado’s house.

maybe i just love the idea of genya being assimilated into this beautiful, welcoming world that the kamado’s have created, full of love and many many smiles. i just want genya to be happy and i want nezuko to be crazy. they can share that with each other lol