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kisakis-boyfriend · 1 year ago

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Halloween hcs for a Witch!Reader who makes a pact with Demon!Freminet/Scaramouche/Albedo and uses his magical obedience to make his pussy come and squirt on command

Hhhhnnngghh I forgot how much I enjoy scenarios like this 🥴 Everyone is 20+ as per usual~

I hope these are to your liking, dear anon ❤️

Freminet

Oh this poor little thing...you just love to ruin him when he least expects it

Using your pact to call him to your location and luring him into a false sense of security by acting sweet and sitting him in your lap for cuddles

Then when Freminet has relaxed you'll activate the seal on your hand and whisper in a commanding tone “Cum for me, darling”

And the little demon throws his head back so hard, his pussy clenched around nothing at all while a powerful orgasm hits him

Freminet will beg so sweetly for you to stick something inside, anything at all, just...fill him up please? 🥺

“Pl-please....need your fingers...need you insiiaaahhh—!! ” He'll cry out while you command him to cum untouched once again, the intensity of it all causes his vision to turn all fuzzy

You oblige him, torturously though. Shoving your fingers deep within his wet cunt and fingering Freminet roughly until he shouts out, “C-close!! Aaahh—!! Y/n! ”

He's so soooo embarrassed when you force his little pussy to squirt

Painfully clawing at your wrist while you finger his hole open and make him squirt harder

And of course after you've tortured him to hell and back (pun intended) you'll soothe the little demon and take care of him while he recovers from his orgasms 💙

Scaramouche

A bratty little thing like Scara honestly deserves something like this

He's in the middle of chastising you for some reason or another when your thumb presses against the seal on your palm, activating your control over him

All it takes is you uttering a single word, “Cum”

Scaramouche's eyes widen in shock as he feels slick cum drip out of his cunt, his thighs shaking the entire time his orgasm lasts

“Wh-what the fuck....was- aaahh!! Why did you–?” The poor thing is dumbfounded as the realization hits him; you forced him to cum just to make him shut up

Scara is about to berate you again when you repeat the command, smirking down at the man while he sinks to his knees. His legs no longer able to support him from cumming a second time within a few minutes

He looks up at you with tears in his eyes, a fierce look shooting daggers at you despite that fact. And you surprise him yet again with the words, “Squirt for me, baby. Make a mess all over the floor then clean it up ”

Unable to refuse your order, the bratty demon gushes all over himself. His shorts and panties are soaked and dripping all over the floor underneath him, creating a puddle of wetness

His torso falls forward onto the ground, causing his ass to stick up in the air as another wave hits him and his pretty pussy squirts again, his shrill wailing fills the room from pure pleasure

After a minute of letting him catch his breath you'll circle around behind him and touch his wet cunt, his body jolting from overstimulation at the tiny bit of contact

Maybe he learned his lesson this time, maybe not. His fate all depends on how hard he can beg for forgiveness now~ 💜

Albedo

How lucky you are to have a demon prince under your command. How delicious it is to force your prince to cum whenever you think he should

Bending Albedo over your desk and fucking into him. Not allowing him to cum unless it's from your command 😳

He's stuffed completely full, moaning like a whore, and then you force him to gush all over the tile floor

His little cheeks heat up uncomfortably while you coo in his ear, “Aaaww, did my little prince make a mess? How about you do it again, squirt for me, Albedo. Show me how much your pussy craves being stretched and fucked~”

Albedo's hands slam on the desk and claw at the wood as he's forced to cum again, white hot pleasure consuming his very being

Maybe you'll grab him by the horns and use them as leverage to fuck into his cunt harder, but only if he begs~ 💛

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thinemoonshine · 19 days ago

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⋆𐙚₊ 𝓛𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐑=𝓛♡𝓥𝓔𝓡! ˚⊹♡

loser!enhypen hyung line x fem reader content(s): fluff, bashful enha, lovesick loser-ish(?) men, teaser reader, basically just bashful, silly enha boys who are head over heels for reader type: oneshot(s)

synopsis: sweet, nerdy and chronically awkward enha are just trying to confess to their crush, (y/n), but it’s easier said than done when they keep turning into a stuttering, blushing mess—little do they know it might just not be one-sided

⋆˙𐙚 L.HEESEUNG 𐙚˙⋆ “i’ll be your bambi!”

“i li…” heeseung trails off in front of the classroom window and sighs exasperatedly at the sight of his own reflection. if he can’t even say it when looking at his own face, how can he do it looking at hers?

he takes a deep breath before trying again. “(y/n), i’m in lo…“

a huff escapes him before he rests his forehead against the glass, frustrated.

“you’re in what?” a voice chimes and his eyes widen—spinning around with pure panic swirling in his dark orbs behind his thick glasses when he sees the girl standing facing him.

heeseung’s mouth falls open as the words he practiced practically vanish from his mind. only the image of her is processed by his brain—her presence, voice, and that cheeky little grin on her face that makes his turn bright red like a tomato.

“hm?” she hums teasingly and takes forward steps—causing him to retreat against the window behind him further, spine now completely stiff against it. “tell me, bambi.”

‘bambi?’ he echoes mentally as his doe eyes wander on the floor briefly before looking back up at her who’s now dangerously near. “you mean m-me?”

she nods and tilts her head, hair swaying ever so slightly and he gulps at the fragrant scent of her shampoo. she smells nice. he’s always noticed it. her hair’s always neat, clothes always perfect, smile always so pretty and warm, personality ever so sweet and lovely.

she’s perfect. too perfect for him. this is a mistake. who’s he to ever attempt to confess his feelings to her?

“you’re bambi. look at those pretty, doe eyes…no one has eyes as pretty as yours,” she coos and heeseung stiffens—a small shaky breath leaving as his resolve crumbles.

nevermind. he wants her—no, he needs her.

“i like you!” he blurts—face blazing red and even more so his ears—and he blinks profusely while holding a fixed, determined stare with her. “i like you…a-a lot! i’ll be your bambi!”

(y/n) immediately bursts into a fit of giggles and he now looks at her, all confused until she suddenly cups his cheeks and pecks his jutted lips.

BOOM!

heeseung.exe has stopped working.

“you’re so cute, heeseung! and i like you too—heeseung?” (y/n) sounds, puzzled, when heeseung slowly slides against the wall—practically melting into a puddle as the feel of her lips leave a sweet tingle against his.

⋆˙𐙚 P.JONGSEONG 𐙚˙⋆ “i…ˡⁱᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ.”

jay held the small note in his hand as he recited the words scribbled onto them anxiously. he’s been practicing his confession for so long, so intently that the poor parchment’s all crumpled and ink’s all faded and smudged from his sweaty palms.

he pushes his frameless glasses up with his index finger when it slides down the bridge of his nose. overgrown bangs nearly cover his eyes from his lowered head as his small lips mumble incessantly.

“jay? you wanted to meet me?” (y/n) enters the empty school gymnasium with confusion written all over her mien.

“yeS!” his voice squeaks at the end and he’s never wanted to tear out his vocal cords—if ever, even—as badly as he does now. “yes, i mean… yes, i wanted to see you…”

“well, i’m here,” (y/n) says with a single clap that reverberates in the gymnasium to fill in the awkward air—swinging her to clasp her hands behind her back.

jongseong’s throat dries just as the words in his head do. gears for some reason, rusty and refusing to turn as his tongue trembles in his slighting gaping mouth. “i…ˡⁱᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ.”

the girl furrows and leans forward. “can you repeat that?”

the fragrant scent of her shampoo disperses and his nose catches a whiff, now more hyperaware of their proximity than ever before. as if being in one vicinity as her so privately hasn’t fogged up his brain enough. “like you! i like you…a lot!”

his shaky, pitchy exclamation brings a smile to her face, pleasantly surprised as airy chuckles emit.

the other however, misinterprets her as ridiculing him and his sweaty hands stuffed into the pockets of his trousers squeeze and clench. of course, how could he expect anything?

the fact that she even accepted his request to meet is a privilege itself, a miracle. how could he even expect for anything more? how could he even dare to wish to have a place beside her?

she’s all he’s ever wanted and dreamed of. and him? she probably doesn’t even know who he is.

his shoulders slump and heads hangs low, eyes bore holes onto his shoes as he tightens his jaw in shame—further defining its already sharp nature.

“baby. jongie…”

the abrupt nickname however, successfully snaps his head back up as his eyes widen twice their size from surprise. did he hear her right?

“jongie…?” he repeats. his name’s jongseong. does (y/n) know that? she knows who he is?? really??

“yes, you. jongie~” she croons and jay swears he’s never heard anything better. she sounds like an angel—or a siren, seeing as how he’s completely mesmerized and weak in the knees.

“you know me?” he chokes out—meaning for it to be a statement of realization and yet his voice betrays him.

the girl once again, titters, and dispels the distance between them thus, effectively dominating his every senses to focus on her, her and only her. “how can i not recognize my own crush?”

his breaths hitch, body completely frozen. “wh-what?”

“i’ve liked you for years, jongseong,” she chuckles and somehow manages to wrap him around her finger more and more when she leans forward to press a kiss on his lips.

oh, it’s a dream come true.

⋆˙𐙚 S.JAEYUN 𐙚˙⋆ “…so so much—that i-i can’t think.”

a string of muttered curses and grunts flow out of jake’s mouth when his books spill out of his locker and scatter onto the floor. he crouches and picks them up half-heartedly, already in a bad mood after running away from (y/n) when they made eye contact—like a dang coward.

and just this morning he was planning to profess his deep-rooted affections for her. having already practiced his lines in front of the mirror and yet, the moment their eyes met, he had his tail tucked between his legs as he ran faster than the speed of light.

and the fact that he’s now alone in class after hours, wallowing in self-pity after organising his notes, makes him feel even more pathetic than ever.

he stands with his books all tucked in his arms before he haphazardly stuffs them into his locker, too strained mentally to even bother with tidying them up. just as he’s about to swing it close though, a hand latches onto the door and keeps it open.

he turns his face to the owner only to quickly snap it away, eyes widened and adam’s apple bobbing in his throat nervously. his heartbeat is going over average rapidly as his hand that’s still holding onto his locker’s door begins to shake.

“you should always keep them neat, jake. the pages might get folded if you don’t and they might come crashing down when you least expect it,” (y/n) advices as she starts arranging his books for him.

he faces her once more, a frantic look now worn and he steps forward just to retreat in fear of getting too close. “w-wait! you don’t…have to do that.”

(y/n) only glances at the timid young man, watching him chew his lip anxiously as his free hand fiddles with the seams of his trousers. “i like keeping things tidy.”

jake blinks repeatedly under his long, overgrown bangs that practically curtain up half of his face and thick-framed glasses. the fact that he can even see itself is a mystery.

“there. all done,” (y/n) sighs out contentedly and he stares in awe at the neat arrangement she’s made of his locker and he makes a mental note to take a picture—wanting to put his books in the exact way she does whenever he has to take them out.

his staring gives her plenty of time to watch him—her scrutinizing gaze traveling from his black sneakers with clumsily tied knots up to his neatly ironed uniform, slightly loosened tie and finally to his face. she frowns at the inability to read his expressions with his hair covering most of his face and without realising, her fingers ghost over his cheek that quickly grows rosy when he notices her ministrations.

seeing as jake doesn’t pull away, she brings her hand higher to gently trace the black frames of his glasses before gently sneaking her hand below his bangs—pushing it up without notice and losing breath at the sight that greets her.

jake’s doe eyes are already fixed on hers, lips parted slightly as he breathes and brows knitted and raised with both excitement and anxiousness from being so close to her. and with her touching him?? oh, he’s done for. just a few hours ago he was fleeing from their fleeting eye contact and now he’s trembling from her tender touch. he’s going to lose it.

"you're...pretty," (y/n) softly breathes out, awed, as twinkling eyes study his sharp yet, delicate features with admiration. "you're beautiful, jake."

the praises that leave her glossy lips leave him breathless and he stumbles backwards while his hand brushes his bangs back down in a fluster. he retreats, once again attempting an escape but the table and chair behind him are against him—sending him crashing down onto his arse and he yelps.

his face is now beet red up to his ears as he hides behind his large hands—the shame effectively overpowering the throbbing pain in his butt.

“jake! what’s wrong? did i…did i do something wrong?”

against her expectations, jake vigorously shakes his head—glasses slipping down the tall bridge of his nose—with a frantic and pitchy "no! n-never!" before he curls into himself again.

"then, why do you always run away from me?"

jake gulps thickly as he presses his palms against his eyes at the burning heat of them—wanting to cry from shame and escape but that’s only going to make things worse.

there’s only one way to solve this.

“because…because i like you—so so much—that i-i can’t think. everything, you, just, you—!” he stops and lets out a little sound of embarrassment. “i’m sorry…i’m a loser and a coward so just—just forget this ever happened.”

there’s a moment of silence before the other responds.

“nahhh, don’t wanna. do you know how long i’ve been waiting for this??”

jake slowly removes his hands from his eyes and blinks rapidly. “huh? what…”

(y/n) giggles. “why do you think i came back to class after school hours? i had a feeling you were here and wanted to see you so i…could confess. but you beat me to it.”

“WHAT?” jake blurts, fully shocked as his hand flies to his mouth—eyes as wide as saucers and his shaking pupils search her face for any sign on mockery. she’s not lying, is she?

understanding his doubts, (y/n) smiles, cunningly sweet almost, then she leans forward and pushes his glasses up his nose with her index finger before closing the gap between them—lips to lips.

that one single gesture dispels every single doubt in jaeyun’s head as his eyes flutter close and brain turns to mush, overjoyed and nearly shaking with adrenaline as she deepens the kiss—pushing him flat against the tiles to which he gasps at.

⋆˙𐙚 P.SUNGHOON 𐙚˙⋆ “blop blop blop.”

sunghoon isn’t an outcast, but neither is he popular despite being well-known. his introversion acts like a barrier between him and others.

when people reach out, they’ve already curated some sort of ‘image’ of him just because of the way he looks, so when he acts differently than how they expected—more shy, quiet and distant—they naturally drift away. he’s become a wallflower.

it confuses him. was it his fault for not being able to blend in well?

he frowns at this but quickly hangs his head down and lets his intentionally overgrown bangs to curtain his eyes when he notices people looking at him.

the hallways are always a pain to walk through.

CREAK!

the sudden slap of fresh air makes his lips pull to a smile as he lets the rooftop door close behind him. as cliché as it sounds, he loves spending his time within the tranquility and solitude of the rooftop—and today is no exception.

but there is one slight deviation to his daily routine: an unexpected presence at his private, safe haven. he quickly twists, ready to leave but pauses when he sees the girl turn.

and suddenly, his resolve to escape the place is rapidly bombarded by the selfish desire to stay.

it’s (l/n) (y/n), the girl a few classes away from him, the one who always has cute little trinkets on—whether in her hair, bag, shirt or even everywhere—the one who always passes by his homeroom and never misses to cast him a smile, the one whom he so unexpectedly, inexplicably fell for.

he isn’t sure when it started. all he knows is that, his eyes always seem to find her even in crowded rooms, even when he’s overwhelmed by a lot of unwanted attention and somehow, she acts as a balm to his silent frustration.

his eyes always create some sort of tunnel vision towards her as ears muffle to try and focus on the shapes of her lips, to read what she’s saying, before quickly whipping his head away upon noticing the creepiness of his behaviour.

…

……

who is he kidding? he’s a loser freak. he doesn’t belong with her.

with clenched fists and head hung down, he swivels to the door behind him, fixed on leaving—until, the call of his name magically glues his feet to the floor.

“sunghoon…that’s you, right?” (y/n) apprehensively asks as she comes closer and hoon nods with a soundless gulp. she smiles and the poor lad nearly jumps when he sees her so close, face practically next to his arm when she bends forward slightly to peek up at him. “i was hoping you’d be here. i don’t see you at the cafeteria much during lunch.”

sunghoon perks at that—face lifting and curtained eyes widening as he looks at her. ‘she noticed? how?’

a silence surrounds them and (y/n) blinks once before clearing her throat. “um…! the teacher asked me to pass something to you. i think she might’ve mistook me for your classmate… here.”

the other accepts the worksheet before wincing and cringing internally at the many red streaks littered at almost every question. great. now he’s making a bigger fool out of himself in front of her by showing how dumb he is.

how unlucky can one be?

his fingers tighten on the sheet, wanting to crumple it when he notices another layer behind. he furrows and pulls it out, seeing (y/n)’s worksheet with a vastly different score than his—many circled reds litter at most, if not all the questions.

hoon’s brows raise, awed at her intelligence when it suddenly gets taken away from his hold.

(y/n) stands, red-faced and flustered as she rolls her work up to hide it. “i—uh, i forgot that i was holding mine too. i wasn’t trying to…show off…or anything just—sorry. i should go.”

mumbling criticism under her breath towards herself, she passes by sunghoon—overlooking how he’s quick to twist his whole body to look at her, unwilling to let her go.

panic begins to rise as his fingers twitch, wanting to reach out. but how can he? he’s no one in her world. what right does he have to take up her time?

just when her hand latches on the doorknob, he parts his lips—chewed bottom lip red and glossy from his previous abuse. “(y-y/n)!”

she stops and slowly turns.

seeing her face again nearly knocks the gears out of his head, enamored. “u-um, can you tutor me?”

“what?” (y/n) sounds, confused and genuinely surprised that the shy, closed-off hoon is actually initiating future appointments—if that’s even the way to call it. “you want me to tutor you?”

sunghoon nods meekly, hands fiddling with his now tattered worksheet in between. he sheepishly glances up at her. “you…can’t?”

“oh, no! i mean, i can but, why me?” (y/n) asks before mentally slapping herself. that’s a dumb question. he saw her acing the worksheet so obviously he knows she’s good at the subject. but before she can correct herself, the other speaks.

“because i like you…” he answers quietly, almost indiscernible but from her gaping mouth and slightly widened eyes, it’s obvious she heard. so he quickly clears her throat. “i-i like you because you’re smart! yeah…”

the way he frantically tries to play it off is so darn adorable and it’s clear from the way his whole head down to his neck seem to be a completely different colour—flushed red.

his confession emboldened (y/n) however, and she steps forward to which he steps back to, almost stumbling, and she bends before tilting her head up to him—trying to look at his face as he hangs his head low.

“you like me?” she asks and hoon nods rapidly. “just because i’m smart?”

hearing her next question, he freezes. eyes blinking unnaturally quick and apple bobbing up and down his throat before he slowly shakes his head.

“not ju-just because of that…” he mumbles and she grins—holding his hand in hers to which he just melts at, now goo on the floor.

“we’ll start our first session today, hm?”

“blop blop blop,” the goo says.

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cvnntagious · 5 days ago

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♱ ⋮ fratboy!chris headcanons ⸝⸝

all my fratboy!chris blurbs, fics, and wips : here

⇢ SFW

✱ fratboy!chris who, of course, met you at a party his fraternity threw and instantly decided you were comin' up to his room at some point, even if it wasn't gonna happen that night

" y'look good "

" me? "

" yeah, you— wa's y'name? "

✱ fratboy!chris who's known all too well by girls at boston university, though, despite contrary belief, he doesn't actually entertain most of them... guess you got lucky?

✱ fratboy!chris who's BU's resident dealer, known by every fiend on campus and more

✱ fratboy!chris who doesn't fuck with relationship labels whatsoever

✱ fratboy!chris who doesn't mess with anyone else, and doesn't want you to either, even though you guys aren't really 'dating'

✱ fratboy!chris who has no problem letting everyone know you're his with pride

✱ fratboy!chris who would rather focus on his lacrosse career than "some shitty college romances", or at least that's how he explains it to you

" and why are you telling me this? "

" jus' thought y'should know... i'on want you gettin' any funny ideas about what we got goin' on here "

✱ fratboy!chris who avoids any conversations about the future, or anything that requires him to even think about committing

✱ fratboy!chris who constantly needs you with him, whether he's just lounging around, at practice/games, or out making moves. ironic, isn't it?

✱ fratboy!chris who doesn't call you anything but mama, not even ma, no matter the occasion

" y'see how crazy you're bein' right now? mama, m'jus sittin' here, see? can't stand when y'do allat whinin' shit "

" don't call mama right now, chris, i'm done with all your fake nonchalant ass games "

✱ fratboy!chris who, even with being admired for his outgoing and charming personality, has such a rotten temper, especially when things don't go his way

✱ fratboy!chris who always says what's on his mind - to you, his friends, random people, anyone - even if it's completely unnecessary

✱ fratboy!chris who absolutely relishes in the respect he has from not only his peers, but the staff as well. humble's simply not a word in his world

⇢ NSFW

✱ fratboy!chris who's big and knows how to use it

✱ fratboy!chris who favors doggy, but can also get down with some rough missionary

" nah, s'okay mama... we'll switch it up tonight, don't worry "

✱ fratboy!chris who likes giving, but loves receiving. the image of your lips wrapped around his length is what helps him to sleep at night

✱ fratboy!chris who's a huge hair puller and thigh slapper (as well as occasional cheek squeezer)

✱ fratboy!chris who will take any opportunity he possibly can to either roll up or puff his joints while you use him

✱ fratboy!chris who makes sure to leave marks. usually where only you two can see, but if he feels like a guy's paying too much attention to you, he'll mark you on your neck or something for him to see

" chris, it's so obvious. how am i even gonna cover this up? "

" don't cover it. i'd like to see m'try an' get in your pants again when he sees allat "

" he literally asked for the material in our class..? "

✱ fratboy!chris who's almost always down for trying something new, but isn't usually one to suggest it

✱ fratboy!chris who loves when you praise him, even if it's unintentional. simple things like "so big," or "so good," really get him going

" yeah, s'good? y'wan more of that good shit? "

✱ fratboy!chris who, to no surprise, is horrible at aftercare.

a/n : i fear this took a lot longer than i thought it would to make... but i'll be making at least one of these for each of my au's since a) i'm unmotivated/don't have time to actually write, and b) want to develop the characters (and some of their pairings) further

-love, grandma cvnty ☆!

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kenneduck · 9 months ago

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Drew some Zelink based on my AOC/BOTW Sheik Zelda design!! 🌸💕

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bywons · 5 months ago

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“glad to kn-know i'm still relevant in your world,” jay pushes the door aside, stumbling to the side of your apartment door. back pressed against it with his head held high, he shoots you a smug smirk as he's almost about to slide down. “i knew you miss me, darling.”

he's drunk, it's clear as day. you don't miss out the little silver flask almost falling off from his hand and how he reeks of alcohol, who knows how many drinks he had this night. you don't even remember why you called him in the first place, it's 3 in the morning— both too early and late and scandalous to call a person, especially when it's your ex. especially when it's a drunk park jongseong.

“jay,” you sigh, running a hand through your hair, “what are you doing here?”

he chuckles, his laugh a mix of genuine amusement and intoxicated sloppiness. “you called, so here i am,” he says, attempting to stand up straighter but failing miserably. “couldn't leave you hanging, could i?"

you groan internally, cursing your impulsive decision. “fuck me,” you mutter. “come in before you wake up the whole building.” you literally drag him into your apartment before shutting the door close. jay collapses on the couch, a faint smirk still directed at you.

did you call him? everything in the past hour has been so obscure that you didn't even notice the dry tears on your cheeks until now, when a cool breeze caresses it, leaving an odd stretchy feeling against your dry skin. maybe it's a few glasses of wine, or a drunk call? maybe you called him to deal with the cockroach in your room which you know you can deal with yourself. or maybe it's the overwhelming loneliness that's been gnawing at you lately. regardless, calling jay at 3 in the morning wasn't your smartest move.

“now, why'd you call me?,” ah of course, now he will want to talk about your break up. he can barely make sentences, words overlapping each other in a somewhat coherent sentence, “3 am is definitely your timing.”

and the best way to ignore a drunk talking park jongseong? offer him water to sober down, because heck you can't understand anything. neither him nor this situation.

grabbing a bottle of water from the kitchen, you hand it to him, watching as he struggles to sit up and open it before finally taking a sip.

“why did you call me?" he asks, voice softer now. the redness of his eyes and the bravado in his voice fading. he looks up at you, only a hands’ distance away from where he's sitting.

“i need you to ah—,” shit. eye contact with park jongseong still has the same effect on you, “help me move some furniture. you know, crazy landlady.” you let out a chortle.

“moving furniture? at 3 am?,” jay narrows his eyes, gaze piercing through you, it's obvious he doesn't believe you, “do i seriously have the word dumb tattooed across my face?”

jay doesn't move an inch from his place, eyes lying still on yours, an unspoken connection that's been missed by you both, a connection so palpable and mellow that it's still a residue in this messed up relationship. you realise how much you miss his eyes— he moves your heart by them and he's still. you wish you could kiss him right now, does he want that too? after all, why wouldn't he want that? no man is willing to stumble to their ex's apartment at 3 in the morning in a drunken state. that too after just one call which could've been an accident? jay definitely wants you back.

“no, no at all jay, i'm really—”

“you were with heeseung last week,” jay doesn't let you finish explaining yourself— before he gives you another mishap to explain. his eyes narrow down even more, he catches his lips between his teeth, “...i didn't like that.”

“you should've closed your eyes and walked out of the bar then, jay,” you snap. it's quite insufferable for park jongseong to be furious over the consequences of his actions. you had to return home late at night, and with no car how could you? you don't trust cabs at that hour, but you do still trust your ex. and when even the last option opts out himself you're left with something out of syllabus— his best friend. you have to go home! “don't start with that.”

“fair, want me to start with fixing ’seung?,” jay's words are colder than the flask he's carrying.

“jay you better not—”

“oh i won't,” jay scoffs, evident jealousy laced in his voice, “i have better things to do.”

it's only a split second, and you don't know when or how you end up under him on the sofa, his hand softly clasping around your wrist and the other encircling your waist. jay entangles his legs with yours, an impossible knot to get out of. there's still a drunken reflection in his eyes as he pushes a strand of your hair behind your ear, hand caressing your cheeks. his eyes stunt yours, you're suddenly unable to speak as you feel his lips press down yours. they sloppily trace down to your cheeks to your jaws and neck. jay giggles in between, probably at your sudden silence, and the way he feels your hands pull his collar closer to you.

that's the most basic method to try and get back your ex. but you don't find yourself stopping him.

“so, this is the better thing?,” you scoff when you look up at him, jay leaves a final kiss on the crook of your neck before he hovers over you again.

his silver chain dangles from his neck, the coldness of it caressing the bridge of your nose, sending an electric wave down your spine. pairing up with his smug eyes and lazy grin is the deadliest combo ever, it's not good for you at all. should you really get back with him? kiss this better with him?

“the best thing,” jay whispers, “don't know why heeseung even tries,” he rolls his eyes, “you're mine, he should use his eyes.”

“am i really yours?,” you sigh, your hold on his black shirt's collars loosening as your eyes become glossy at the thought of something disturbing, “i saw you…with someone else too.” it felt weird somewhere to feel betrayed when you see some random girl clinging to your ex, even though you know jay probably brushed her off later but you didn't wait to see the scene.

“oh no no, love,” you expected jay to panic and chant ‘it was a mistake’, but you're glad he didn't live up to this expectation. he's confident about what he says, as he moves lower and closer to your face, tracing the bridge of your nose to your jaws, “i'm too busy being yours, there's no someone else.”

“aren't you being a little cheesy?,” a tiny smile hangs on your lips, threatening to turn into a laugh, as you play with his collars.

“can't even tell the truth now?,” it's his turn to grin, he takes your hand in his and places a soft kiss.

you can't help but let out a soft giggle at his words. it's only been a month since you two broke off, but jay still finds his way back to you, like you do too. at this moment jay's world is silent. this is the moment he's been waiting for. sober, with you, kissing you all over with a hope of a new starting. you are his vibrance, he can't afford to lose it.

“i could do anything for you. sorry i failed to make this clear earlier,” his smug expression is back on again.

“anything to come back to me?”

“anything i would die for you, fight for you,” jay confirms, and just like that his lips are back on yours again, “do you want me crawling back to you?”

a/n — uuuhh can u guess this was kinda a hurried writing TT i'm not really satisfied with this but I hope u enjoyed it ^^ pleek lmk ^^

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pixelscutz · 1 month ago

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yuji itadori headcannons ˙ᵕ˙ !

boyfriend yuji 𖥔 - soo gullible,, he will believe anything you tell him

boyfriend yuji 𖥔 - doesn’t have a good poker face AT ALL,, you can def tell when he’s lying

boyfriend yuji 𖥔 - he laughs at everything you say, even when’s it’s a bad joke

boyfriend yuji 𖥔 - super ticklish on his sides

boyfriend yuji 𖥔 - brings you all of your favorite snacks and chocolate whenever you are on your period

boyfriend yuji 𖥔 - loves celebrating little milestones with you, will decorate your shared apartment with balloons and banners

boyfriend yuji 𖥔 - his ears turn red when he lies..

boyfriend yuji 𖥔 - not street smart at all, shocked at all of the things you know

boyfriend yuji 𖥔 - randomly quotes movie lines and pauses for you to finish them

boyfriend yuji 𖥔 - loves to spoil you

boyfriend yuji 𖥔 - guilty pleasure is to hear you sing while he’s laying on your lap until he falls asleep

boyfriend yuji 𖥔 - JAW DROPPED when he saw you without a shirt for the first time

boyfriend yuji 𖥔 - looks away quickly whenever your getting undressed because he gets nervous

boyfriend yuji 𖥔 - enjoys playing with your hair to distress his nerves

boyfriend yuji 𖥔 - squishes your cheeks a lotttt,, even when your mad at him

boyfriend yuji 𖥔 - loves leaving little love notes all around the house in the most random places

boyfriend yuji 𖥔 - immediately gets shy whenever you flirt with him

boyfriend yuji 𖥔 - “that’s my girlfriend! i get to kiss her!”

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numine · 29 days ago

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HOW DO THEY SAY "I LOVE YOU" WITHOUT SAYING "I LOVE YOU?"

pairings: kazuha, xiao, scaramouche x reader (seperate)

cw: none

author notes: will make another one for venti, heizou and aether if this blows up! (+small fic in scara's part)

KAZUHA

tucks loose strands of your hair

Kazuha gently tucks the loose strands of your hair behind your ear once he notices it falling off your face, his calloused fingers grazing your face as he cups it in his palm, his thumb softly caressing your cheek. Leaning into his touch, you muster the courage to meet his gaze, captivated by his stunning crimson eyes and the love reflected in them. His smile deepens, warmed by the trust you show in allowing yourself to be this vulnerable with him. Unbeknownst to him, this tender gesture has become instinctive, a habit etched into his very being whenever he sees you. He can’t help it; he’s completely head over heels. You, however, notice the pattern and smile to yourself, recalling the countless times he’s done this. You grasp his wrist, savoring the warmth of his hand on your cheek and the intimacy of the moment.

XIAO

holds your hand when you least expect it

You and Xiao had spent the night in your apartment’s living room, the soft glow of the moon and the TV lighting up your faces. For the past thirty minutes, he’d been focused on his phone while you leaned against his shoulder, your hands resting beside his. Engrossed in a K-drama, you suddenly felt his fingers intertwining with yours, which were resting on the cushy sofa. You glanced over at Xiao who sat beside you, but he remained fixated on his screen, not meeting your gaze. Shrugging it off, you returned your attention to the show. Sensing he had neglected you, Xiao tightened his grip on your fingers, his thumb gently caressing your knuckles. It was his way of reassuring you, silently letting you know that — "hey, i'm here. don't think im uninterested."

SCARAMOUCHE

makes spotify playlists for you

Scaramouche had always been the type to listen to music anytime and anywhere, even before you two established your relationship. He claimed, “Music helps me express feelings I can’t put into words”—his words, not yours. Despite this, he would never be caught dead listening to sappy love songs, insisting they “weren’t his type” or were “just cringe.” But what you witnessed today suggested otherwise. After finishing a meal for the two of you, you found Scaramouche on his phone, AirPods in, quietly jamming to his own selection. It wasn’t until you called him for dinner that he finally paused the music. “I made you Unagi Chazuke—your favorite!” you said excitedly, beaming at him. He removed his AirPods, set his phone next to his bowl, and headed for the fridge. That’s when you noticed an open Spotify playlist titled “i like u,” with the description “sorry I never meant to.” Curious, you reached for his phone, thinking, ‘A little peek wouldn’t hurt.’ As you scrolled through the playlist, you recognized many of the song titles, mostly in the love song genre. This was surprising since Scaramouche had always claimed to avoid such songs. You continued scrolling until you heard a thud on the counter. Turning, you saw Scaramouche standing there, his face flushed, looking as if he had seen a ghost. “What’s wrong, babe?” you asked, holding his phone. Suddenly, it clicked in your mind—was the playlist about you?

Heat spread across Scaramouche’s face as he glared at you, contemplating whether now was the time to reveal the truth. “Okay… about that playlist,” he finally said, his voice low as he rubbed the back of his neck, “yes, it’s about you.” You couldn’t help but giggle, walking over to him and wrapping your arms around him, then playfully pinching his cheeks. “You’re so cute, you know that?” you teased as he tried to swat your hands away. “Hey, stop tha—” Before he could finish, you silenced him with a soft kiss, and he melted into it. Pulling away to catch your breath, you laughed at his shy expression. “Let’s eat now,” you said, moving to grab some utensils while he tried to collect himself.

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harrysfolklore · 8 months ago

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Harry Styles Answers the Web's Most Searched Questions | WIRED

this was posted on my patreon a few months ago, enjoy ! MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

"Hi I'm Harry Styles and this is the Wired Autocomplete Interview."

Harry introduced himself to the camera and you smiled, you were currently at WIRED Studios for Harry's long awaited autocomplete interview that he finally agreed to do thanks to yours and his fans persistence.

You were sitting behind the camera with the rest of the crew, watching him with a small smile.

A crew member passed the first board to him, he looked at it confusedly for a minute before speaking.

"Okay so. I'm answering what I think or what?"

Everyone in the studio laughed and the director quickly explained to him how the game worked once again, you rolled your eyes with affection and he sent a wink your way.

"Alright, how is Harry Styles?" he said after taking the little piece of paper off the board, "I'm good, I'm really enjoying being home in London, I was away for a while on tour and I'm going to stay here for a bit so that's exciting."

"How did Harry Styles," he paused to rip the next paper and reveal the rest of the question, "Become famous? Well, when I was sixteen years old I auditioned for a singing show called The X Factor, I got put in a band with four lads and we didn't win but we put out a song called What Makes You Beautiful," he smiled for a second, "that one put us on the map, we released a bunch of albums and now I'm here."

"How did Harry Styles meet his wife?" at this, he turned his gaze to you to give you a big smile, you immediately mirrored his and nodded your head, signaling that you were okay with him talking about it.

"We could say that it was basically a blind date, we had a friend in common who thought we would be a good match and set us up, we had an amazing first date but then I had to travel to Los Angeles for work so we couldn't really see each other after that but once I was back in London we hung out all the time, and now we're married."

He smiled at you again and you couldn't help but feel your heart melt, you had been married for 6 months now but the married life was still new for the both of you, and everything he called you his wife butterflies made its way to your stomach.

"How is Harry Styles still alive?" his eyes widened in surprise and he looked around the room, making a few present laugh, "Um, that's a weird thing to search on the internet, but I guess, I don't know if I can answer that, I don't think anyone can answer that we're just lucky to still be around and enjoy life."

He gave the camera one of his infamous "frog smiles" and handed the board to a crew member who was ready with the next one.

"Does Harry Styles have tattoos?" he revealed the first question of the new board, "Yes, he does. I have a lot of tattoos actually, they're basically all over my body. The most recent one is right here," he pointed at the back of his right arm, "It's my wedding date, actually, everyone might call me a sap but I was reserving this arm for tattoos about my wife a and future kids, so I guess it's finally time to fill it."

It was safe to say that fans watching at home and everyone in the studio absolutely melted, especially you.

"Does Harry Styles have siblings? I do I have a sister, she's older than me and her name is Gemma. A lot of people claim she's cooler than me for some reason but I don't thing that's true," he shrugged and revealed the next question, "Does Harry Styles speak Italian? I would like to think that I do, I spend a lot of time there and I've learned how to communicate pretty decently."

"Is Harry Styles an actor?" he said after peeling the first sticker of the new board, "He tries to be an actor that's for sure," he laughed and everyone in the room did as well, "I mean, I've been in a couple of movies, I've auditioned for a bunch of roles and my agent has sent me scripts to go through," he shrugged "So I can say that makes me an actor."

"Is Harry Styles american?" he shook his head at that one, "He is not! He's Britain, born and raised okay? He's very proud of it."

"What's Harry Styles BeReal? I don't have a BeReal, but if I did I wouldn't tell you," he pointed to the camera jokingly, "What are Harry Styles fans called? I think they are referred to as Harries, but I don't like to speak on behalf of them, you should ask them."

"What was Harry Styles first song? My first song was Sign Of The Times, I wrote it with friends that I love, and that is my wife's favorite song I've ever written, right love?"

"That's correct." you said from your spot, pretty audible so you know it would make it to the final cut of the interview.

"What are Harry Styles songs about?" he peeled the last sticker of the board, "They're about a lot of things, life, friends, love, my wife," he shrugged, "I even have one about the female orgasm."

You quietly giggled, knowing that his fans would go crazy over that last sentence.

"Did Harry Styles go to college? He did not, he became a singer."

"Did Harry Styles win a Grammy? He somehow won Album Of The Year last year, which is absolutely insane if you ask him."

"Did Harry Styles finish high school? Oh I'm glad the internet asks," he laughed, "Contrary to popular belief I did finish high school, I completed my GCES and I graduated, I don't know why there's a rumor there that I didn't finish high school tho."

"Anyway, last one!" he comically threw the board to the floor and grabbed the final board a crew member was handling him, "Who is Harry Styles best friend? Um, I have a ton of best friends. Jeff who's also my manager, Mitch who plays in my band, my childhood best friend's name is Johnny, so yeah, I'm very lucky in the friends department, I love my friends."

"Who does Harry Styles look like? My mom, I would say. A lot of people point out that we have the same smile," he shrugged, "My mom is a beautiful woman so I'm flattered."

"Who did Harry Styles write Love Of My Life about? My wife and London."

"And final question," he slowly peeled off the sticker for dramatic effect, "Who does Harry Styles love? Okay, that's cute that people search for that on the internet, um, I love my family and friends, I love my wife that's for sure, I love making music and performing," he listed with his fingers, "And love love, yeah, love is great."

He smiled to the camera and put the board aside to say his goodbyes.

"I thought my Google searches were much more appropriate that I expected. I was fun to see what people wonder about me, so yeah thank you WIRED for having me."

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