#hehe could dress the puppy up however you like

[hyenabrainedpup]

New kink unlocked i guess 😳 cute lil puppy that needs to be dressed up and used for its owners amusement

[p1utofairy]

PAC: “you just like my sidekick, i just wanna ride…fulfill all your desires.” ♾️🕊️🖤

• what will the courting stage be like?

disclaimer ✩: 18+ mature themes. take what resonates, leave what doesn't. hope you all enjoy! p.s. don't be afraid to submit me your thoughts on my pacs.

pile 1 💒 —

hiii pile 1 welcome to your reading! right away i'm already hearing that you and your person share similar values and morals in the sense of how a relationship should be built on honesty, loyalty and trust. your person is veryyy traditional like when you two go out together, they'll want to treat you. or if you see something you really like they'll go out of their way to make sure you have it. they'll have a strong urge to provide for you, and at first you might be a little wary of this because you don't want them thinking that you need them for everything or that you'll become co-dependent (but that's not the case at all) they just want you to know that they'll always be there for you; if you need them. as you start getting to know them more, i think you'll be more open to being spontaneous and embarking on a fresh and exciting journey with them. i feel like you're a bit guarded/protective of your heart and although you really want this relationship with them…the fact that you'll be so open and vulnerable scares you. fear not, pile 1. be willing to embrace the unknown because your person is going to value and appreciate you so much! i just heard "like the royalty you are." OKAYYYY! let it happen by tame impala is coming to mind, "just let it happen, let it happen." exactly, just relax and don't self-sabotage! your person is very secure and reliable, i feel so much comfort in this connection. when you two go on dates i can see them intently listening and giving you such intense eye contact, like they're just soaking up your every word. i can see them squishing your cheeks randomly hehe i also pick up that there will be a great balance of giving and receiving, (physical touch and receiving gifts might be their love language) ugh you two are going to make each other so happy. you both have very youthful energies, it's sooo cute. whenever you are in each other's presence it's gonna feel like it's just you two, the rest of the world will become background noise. i see a lot of goofing around, them brushing the hair out of your eyes and just staring at you all lovingly…kissing your cheeks/neck just to hear you laugh. i just heard "you make it so easy to love you." AWWW. they're almost like a love sick puppy, i can't lie. love is gonna be so evident in their eyes whenever they look at you. i can see you two just laying together…everything is quiet and still & you just trace your fingers gently over their eyes, lips and nose and they have this cute sleepy smile on their face. i'm hearing you're the "okokokok" part of see you again by tyler the creator ft. kali uchis and they're the "lalalalala" lmfaooo that's so random but so damn cute.

other channeled messages:

sitting on a park bench, get you by daniel caesar ft. kali uchis, golden hour pictures, nasa by ariana grande, floral printed dress, pisces mercury, gemini venus, riding bikes together, just the two of us by grover washington ft. bill withers

pile 2 💐 —

heyyy pile 222 ⭐️ ooo the lovey dovey vibes are REAL omg your person loves to love you! if they could roll out a red carpet for you to walk on every time y'all step out together…they would. it's gonna surprise you how much they pay attention to little details about you so that they can surprise you with cute (i'm also hearing lavish) gifts! however, i feel like you might hold out on them in the beginning or make them sort of wait for your attention? some of you could have never been in a relationship before or have been single for a long time, and the connection is going to feel foreign at first. you're going to be navigating some pretty complex feelings/emotions but this person is willing to wait and accommodate whatever you need, even if it is space. your person is used to taking action right away, so taking a steady approach to building this connection with you will be a good balance for them. once things start moving along you'll really understand how deep their feelings are for you lol they're very direct and will not hesitate to make it known. your person has strong fire sign/leo energy whereas some of you that chose this pile give water sign vibes. when you initially meet them you may think to yourself "psh, we wouldn't work." because you two are a bit different in terms of personality, but if anything that'll draw you closer together. summer renaissance by beyoncé is playing and i can hear "it's so good, it's so good, it's so good, it's so good, it's sooooo gooood." yeah you're gonna fold pile 2 LMAOOOOO you can't resist them! i feel like they’ll give you a cute tennis bracelet or a watch and be like “here you go, it’s the anniversary of the day we first started texting each other.” 😭 so imagine when you two actually make it OFFICIAL. awww i’m hearing your gonna hit the jackpot with this person pile 2.

other channeled messages:

national anthem by lana del rey, you're so sentimental baby, fireworks, coquette aesthetic, let the light in by lana del rey ft. father john misty, lover boy era, sweet thing by mary j. blige

pile 3 🍑 —

whatta man by en vogue & salt-n-peppa immediately came to mind, pile 3. LOL your person is gonna rock your world (i'm hearing literally and metaphorically) OKAYYY pile 3 spicy, spicy! “you so crazyyy. i think i wanna have your baby.” part of the song just played wow your person is gonna have you whipped. you and your person both have a lot of great things going for yourselves, and i think you both share that same sense of passion and ambition. i’m hearing that you’re powerful manifestors pile 3, you know how to make your dreams become your reality. this will draw your person closer to you because they are very dedicated and willful when it comes to their goals and aspirations in life, so to have a person like you match their energy will make them feel good. company by justin bieber just started playing in my mind, “can we be, can we be, be each other’s company?” lol i wouldn’t be surprised if they were scoping you out for awhile before making the first move. they’re curious about you…they wanna know every and anything about you. you’re like an enigma to them and this person is very inquisitive and open-minded. they’ll like doing things with you that stimulate their mind like taking you to museums, concerts/musicals and maybe even escape rooms. they like to have a lot of fun and make the best of life. i think that your person is very in-tune with their feelings and they'll bring a strong sense of emotional stability and care to the relationship. dare i say it, the vibe reminds me of selena gomez and justin bieber’s relationship in its prime. it’s funny because after i listened to company…bad liar by selena gomez started playing lol. “i'm tryin'…not to give in to you. no, not to give in to you. with my feelings on fire…guess i'm a bad liar.” you may play hard to get at first pile 3 because i feel like you’ve been let down/disappointed by masculine figures in your life before, and you’re hoping this connection doesn’t let you down either. don't hold past situations against them though, because they are quite the opposite. they’re going to prioritize their connection with you and always make sure that you’re taken care of. they’ll take it nice and slow with you if you want…omfg your person is such a flirt. very much nice & slow by usher vibes. love this for you pile 3, i really do!

other channeled messages:

motive by ariana grande ft. doja cat, motivation by kelly rowland ft. lil wayne, comes from a very well off/rich family, aries, libra sun, taurus moon, infj, hey peach, georgia miller and zion miller, peaches & cream by 112 ft. p diddy, ordinary people by john legend

pile 4 💍 —

pile 4 can i just start by say that your person is so lover by taylor swift coded. “can i go where you go? can we always, be this close? forever and ever.” AHHH so cute. things may develop between you two rather quickly, there will be a lot of excitement and anticipation building up. into you by ariana grande just came to mind. this person might be a little different from your usual “type”/may not be the type of person you’d usually go for (i’d say personality-wise, cause looks-wise they’re very cute i’m hearing) but there’s something about them that’ll draw you to them like a magnet. it’ll almost make you feel appalled at how much you look forward to hearing back from them or being super excited for your next date with them. i’m hearing you tell yourself, “STAND UP!” lmaoooo y’all are so funny pile 4. your person is gonna love your sense of humor hehe you’re so sarcastic and witty. you’re gonna love how your person takes the reins of this relationship lol all you have to do is sit back and be pretty. girls need love by summer walker just started playing, “honestly, i’m tryna stay focused. you must think i’ve got to be joking when i say…i don't think i can wait. i just need it now, better swing my way.” yeahhh you’re gonna love them so much pile 4, the passion is sooooo strong. this connection will be very abundant and transformative for the both of you.

other channeled messages:

not nice by partynextdoor, confetti cake, silk red dress, 2000s rom-com type of love, infp, sleeping beauty, leo moon, capricorn rising, 10h placements, gemini or cancer mercury

[candywrithee]

R ur requests open??? Can I please get a gender bent Rarity, Applejack, and Twilight x fem (or gn if you don't do fem specifically) Pegasus reader headcanons pretty please 🥺 idk if you do NSFW but if you don't I don't mind just fluff

Please I'm desperate🙏🙏 ❤️❤️❤️✨✨❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🙏

Aight. No gender mentioned really :P

Dusk Shine, Elusive & Applejack w/a Pegasus Reader

1. Dusk Shine + Reader

Unicorn! Dusk will probably be annoyed if you're the type to prank him just because you can fly. But what you didn't know is that he just lets you prank him. You should know that by a spark of his magic, he can easily stop your pranks but he loves you too much that he loves to see you smile.

If you don't mind, can you help him carry or deliver things for him? Of course that is if you don't mind. He's just a little busy so he would appreciate your help in any way. Even if sometimes you have to convince HIM to let you help. He's a loner, he's used to being alone but then you swoop in into his personal space and he doesn't know what to do.

Alicorn! Dusk is a little more open. He still likes being alone but now he doesn't mind or grumble to anypony wanting to hang out with him. Therefore, you are more than allowed to be more lovey dovey with him just as long as you know how to limit them. He's still a little shy.

Now that he has wings, you two can fly together now! Which lead to a lot of fun small races against each other. More than once, ponies of equestria can see blurs of two different colours in the sky and Rainbow Blitz interrupting y'all to join in the race.

Overall, whichever Dusk is, he still loves you in his own interesting way.

"DUUUUUSK JUST LET ME HELP!"

"Fine but don't complain when you're in the middle of doing it." He proceeds to hang you books and scrolls in a bag and kiss your forehead because he's not brave to kiss your cheek.

2. Elusive + Reader

Drama King and his unbothered lover or his whipped lover. Whichever dynamic you prefer.

Hope you don't mind dolling up for him. As soon as you step into his boutique, you getting dragged immediately to dress up. You're a perfect model to test out outfits for pegasuses. However if you told him to stop, he'll stop. He knows boundaries, he has them himself. Plus, he loves you.

He'll probably ask you to help him deliver and fetch things for him. No need to ask if you could help. You probably help him immediately if you noticed how panicked his state is in. Don't worry! He'll give you a kiss or an outfit when you've done your duty! Whichever you wanted more or comfortable with.

His little brother, Poppet Bell, loves you! Can you carry him? Bring him up to fly?? PLEEEEEEEEEEAAAAASEEE! If you gave into his puppy eyes, you'd make Elusive worried sick. Please don't fall or let his brother fall, as if you would.

"My dear, you truly gave me a scare when I suddenly saw you up with Poppet while I was in the market... Why did you even do that?"

"I succumbed to his puppy dog eyes hehe."

"Goodness my dear."

3. Applejack + Reader

Oh wow you're helpful for the farm. Is what applejack thinks at first. Please don't be mad at him, his whole life is contributed to his farm and family. But hey! At least you're now part of his family.

He won't force you into work (he also needs a little convincing) but if you did help him, you'd be too focused in what you're helping with to notice how he looks at you with basically apple hearts in his eyes. You had to find that out when Apple Buck gave pretended to vomit which embarrassed Applejack greatly. Macareina even told you that Applejack looks you the way their father looks at their mom, absolutely whipped. Don't even get me started on Grandpa Smith.

If you want, you can try racing against him like that one fall episode. He'll easily beat you or if you're very athletic, you can excel or match his pace. Either way, he'll comfort you and/or be proud of you.

"Can you help collect that side of the farm, sugar cube? It's okay if you don't want to hun."

"We talk about thiss.. I'll help you with anything you ask for!"

"Thank you sugar. I'm still not use to asking for help.."

"Bleugrh can you two lovebirds get back to apple picking already?!" You and Applejack proceed to laugh at Apple Buck's disgusted face but Applejack's laugh is more bashful.

[usagikookiejams]

HICKEY PRANK ON THEM

Mikage Reo, Ryusei Shidou

Mikage Reo

Reo came to pick you up for dinner. He saw you walking from a far and started smiling to himself, however it dropped upon seeing hickeys on your neck. 'Hey love, I'm so excited for our dinner tonight! It has been so long since we spent time together!,' you state excitedly. He observed the bruises with hawk-eyes before saying, 'You look gorgeous babe, but are you sure you're fine?,' he asked. 'Urm? Whatchu mean by that?,' 'Those hickeys... that's on your neck...,' he looked like a kicked puppy. You started panicking, not expecting to see him so sad, 'I can explain about this!.' Reo looked at you, however, you could feel dark aura started to appear, 'Who is that person? I want to deal with them myself.' You could feel the goosebump so you dropped your acting, 'Omg honeyy, relax okay! I did this myself, with makeup :'(,' you said while wiping clean all the fake hickeys. His dark aura began to dissipate. 'Hahaha no wonder that looks terrible! I doubt someone was dumb enough to put those big-ass hickeys on you. That would be so obvious!,' he laughed uncontrollably. You began to get embarrassed, so you could only pout and looked outside the window, 'Shut up! You fell for it anyway, hmph!.' Reo stopped laughing and went to kiss your cheek, 'Don't get mad at me babe, I promise I will give you the real one after we get home.' You swore you could feel yourself began to sweat, anticipating what's about to happen after the dinner.

Ryusei Shidou

You and Shidou had plan to go to an amusement park after he got back from the tour. He said that it has been a long time since he went there. So here you are, dressed to the T, oh and not to mention the fake hickeys that decorated your neck. Shidou went to hug you from behind and asked, 'All done babe? If yeah, let's gooo.' Fast forward, you and Shidou arrived at the location, holding hands while enjoying most of the rides there. All the while had you thinking, "Is this guy for real? Did he yet to notice the hickeys on my neck?." Not to lie but you felt dissapointed that he didn't say anything about it but yeah whatever, at least he didn't make a scene in public. After some time, you both decided to go home, not before dining-in at the fast food restaurant. Inside the restaurant, you noticed how some customers were looking at you weird, and some even laughed at you but you decided to ignore them. You couldn't help but wonder why everyone has been eyeing you since at the amusement park and until now? Sitting at your booth, you both enjoyed eating the food in silent. That is, until Shidou decided to speak, 'Babe, what the hell happened to your neck?.' You felt hopeful now that he mentioned about it, so you decided to look at him and replied, 'eh? I don't know whatchu mean, I don't feel any pain or anything?.' Shidou bursted out laughing like a maniac while shoving his pocket mirror at you, 'Your hickeys are so fake that it stained your collar HAHAHAHAAH.' You felt so embarrassed, no wonder people were looking at you! It must be due to them noticing the obvious red and brown stains on your collar!! You were cursing that guy in your head, he must have decided not to tell you since the beginning! 'Anyway, if you wanted hickeys that bad, I will give you lots of them once we're home,' he winked at you. Oh no! What have you got yourself into! But hehe, ngl, you kinda like how this turned out ;)

[sukisdeliveryservice]

hello!! could i kindly request for a student campus crush! wonwoo hehe and you’re best friends and have unrequited feelings but u dont know if he feels the same so over a sleepover u tried confessing and you can continue from there hehe -🐼

let me hear you say | j. ww

✎ pairing: best friend!wonwoo x female reader

✎ genre: collegel!au, friends to lovers!au, mostly fluff

✎ warnings: none!

✎ wc: 2.40 k words

✎ notes: hi 🐼 anon! i got a little carried away with this one because soft, cuddly wonwoo makes my stomach do flips but i hope you like it! i'm not sure how i feel about my portrayal of yn here because i wanted them to be really supportive of wonwoo but kind of having a hard time because of their feelings towards him. i hope i was able to express that without portraying them as kind of eh :/

“Don’t you ever get tired?” You take a quick glance at your best friend as he folds up another piece of paper with a phone number written on it.

“Of what?”

“Of everyone in this school falling head over heels for you,” You say like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, proceeding to look back down at your notes. In reality, you were trying to prevent yourself from looking at the cute (albeit, confused) way your best friend was staring at you over your abrupt question.

“Well I can’t say I’m not flattered, but there aren’t really that many people yn,”

A total lie, you think to yourself. Every time you two walked around campus, your best friend attracted the adoring stares of all your classmates like some hotshot celebrity. Yes, he was popular, and yes, he totally deserved it, but if everyone knew how dorky he was, maybe they wouldn’t be so quick to hand him their number after a single conversation.

Another lie, if everyone knew what a nerd Jeon Wonwoo actually was, they’d probably fall for him harder. You would know of course, first hand experience taught you a lot of things.

It taught you how endearing it was when Wonwoo wore oversized clothing, so that he could pull the sleeves over his palms when sipping on a hot drink at the local campus cafe. It made you realize his habit of pushing his glasses up his nose, because he was too stubborn to get the bridge adjusted. It made your insides melt whenever he was nervous because he had a habit of fiddling with his fingers. You were certain that if anyone was completely head over heels and absolutely smitten by him, it was definitely you.

“Not many people my ass,” you scoffed, “you spoke to her once, just once! And now you are holding her number.” Wonwoo laughs at your poor attempt at hiding your annoyance, “For your information, we were talking about a group project, and exchanging contact information. Nothing more, and nothing less.”

You gave a little huff before going back to pretend-studying, you definitely couldn’t focus when he was sitting right across from you. You knew you were more prone to jumping to conclusions nowadays, and you hoped that Wonwoo didn’t notice your shift in behaviour. In reality, you couldn’t help but feel a little pang of worry whenever your best friend was asked out on another date. And while he rejected the offer every time, you worried that one day he might say yes and you could lose him forever.

Not that you were against Wonwoo falling in love someday. If he found a good person that he wanted to be with for the rest of his life, you would support him in a heartbeat. It was just the selfish feeling that blossomed in your chest that prevented you from feeling any true happiness for these kinds of situations, and you hated it.

You knew that he would never abandon you completely, because Wonwoo was the best friend you could ever ask for. But you also knew that it would kill you inside to see him sweep someone else off their feet.

You’ve known Wonwoo since high school, and you definitely harboured a puppy crush on him all of first year. This was back when he was still trading pokemon cards in the gym stairwell and poking at you to buy him something from the milk vending machine. The crush went away eventually and you found yourself enjoying the rest of your high school career with your closest confidant by your side.

Once you both entered university, Wonwoo had a sudden growth spurt that now put him a total head taller than you. He no longer lurked at the stairwells during lunch and instead made lots of new friends that he went out for coffee with. He started dressing nicer, and once he exchanged his old glasses for a pair of round silver ones that rested on his nose so perfectly, he instantly transformed into someone straight out of a kdrama.

Now, you have caught feelings again. And you’re scared to admit that this time a puppy crush doesn’t even encapsulate everything you’ve been feeling lately. Of course Wonwoo’s sudden change in appearance didn’t spark anything new in your feelings towards him. It was the fact that he had a new air around him that was just completely different.

Wonwoo in high school was shy, and you loved him for who he was. You two had your own small circle of friends and you would spend all your time reading or playing games in his bedroom. Wonwoo in college however, was breaking out of his shell and being the first to approach people and make new friends. He was still introverted of course, shyness and introvertedness were two different things after all. But you were proud to see Wonwoo take the initiative to make plans more often and reach out.

Wonwoo has also gotten a lot more comfortable around you. He’s grown fond of resting his head on your shoulder after a long day of classes, and wrapping you in his sweaters whenever you came by his flat. In conclusion, everything about university student Wonwoo, was driving you, (and probably the entire campus) crazy.

“Hello? yn? Don’t you have a class soon?”

You swat away the hand that was waving in front of your face to meet the eyes of the cause of all your heart troubles. One smile from Wonwoo and you were in shambles. You had it really, really bad. “Right, right, sorry I was just...distracted.”

“We’re still on for tonight right? You can just head straight to my dorm after your last class.”

“Of course Won, did you really think I was going to miss out on another rewatch of Extraordinary You?”

“Of course not,” Wonwoo chuckled. You were met with another one of those soft gazes from him, and you immediately tried to break your stare. Something in your heart tells you that you should just confess right now, and that Wonwoo was a sensible individual who wouldn’t let go of your friendship if he didn’t feel the same way.

“Hey Won, can I tell you something after class later?”

“Of course.” There was that smile again. If you weren’t so busy trying to slow your heart rate down, you would have caught the way his eyes brightened at hearing your question, and the way he looked down to twindle with his fingers.

You give Wonwoo your own smile before heading off to your last detour of the day.

Sleepovers with Wonwoo always consisted of a mountain of blankets, a never ending pile of snacks and a show to watch before eventually both of you fell asleep. When you arrived at his flat just as he was adding the finishing touches to a home cooked dinner, you realized that sleepovers with Wonwoo also consisted of another thing: Your tragic inability to keep your heart rate down.

“Dinner will be ready in a bit, you can just wash up and get changed for now,” Wonwoo turns to greet you before adding some pepper to the tteokbokki.

You nod and head over to his bathroom, where you already find your change of clothes resting on the counter. Any outsider would have been under the impression that you and Wonwoo lived together, considering that pieces of you were scattered all over his apartment. From the matching toothbrushes that were kept by the sink, to the drawer reserved only for your clothes in his bedroom.

The only reason that you and Wonwoo didn’t room together upon entering university, was the fact that your parents were wary of you rooming with a boy you weren’t even dating. Not that it mattered now, considering that you at least spent two nights at his place away from your own dorm.

After you showered and changed into your pajamas, you realized that Wonwoo had given you one of his sweaters to wear, instead of the usual shirts you slept in. Usually you would have raided his bedroom after dinner to steal one (you slept much better when you wore his clothing) but this time it appeared that he had taken the initiative for you.

Once you stepped out of the bathroom, you saw that Wonwoo was already sitting at the dining table and was on his phone. It looked like he was texting someone, and you felt your heart sink a little when he laughed at a message. No, you are not going to be jealous. You are going to be happy for your friend because he deserves all the happiness in the world.

“Is that the girl from your group project?” You sat down across from him and started piling the tteokbokki and rice onto your plate. “Yeah, she said that the professor just sent out a mass email to our class, saying that we were going to be given an extension. Turns out that email was meant for another course, but everyone is already celebrating the new deadline.”

Wonwoo shuts off his phone and turns to you, “Was there something you wanted to tell me today?”

Right. You were going to confess your feelings. It was now or never, and you weren’t sure if you could hold it in much longer. “I can just tell you after dinner, I’m starving.”

Tragic. Tragic. Tragic. Why couldn’t you just say the words, “Hey Won, I have feelings for you, do you feel the same way?” Must you be in a spiraling paradox of questioning the presence of unrequited love in the relationship you had with your best friend? Yes, most definitely yes. Since the world likes to make everything difficult for those in love.

Dinner was eaten in a comfortable silence for the most part. You liked that you never felt the need to fill the air with more conversation whenever you were with Wonwoo. There were days where you would just sit in each other’s presence and do your own thing, and those days left you with lots of time to ponder on your feelings for him. Tonight was the night that you were going to say these feelings aloud for the first time...you just needed a bit more time to procrastinate.

After you both finished your food, you relocated yourselves to the couch. You fidgeted with the end of your (his) sweater while Wonwoo searched for the show on Netflix. You figured that you would let him know in the morning, since there was a chance that you two would fall asleep before the episode ended. And you didn’t want to confess beforehand either, in fear of having to endure a brutal one hour of awkward tension if he didn’t feel the same way.

“Who would have thought that out of all the days the wifi could have chosen to bail on us, they chose the day where we were going to find out whether Haru belonged to Dan-oh’s story or not,” Wonwoo fiddles with the remote some more, while you panic in silence at the thought of spending the night with no distractions from your feelings.

“It’s not like we don’t already know how it ends,” You take deep quiet breaths to calm yourself down, you can definitely make it through the night, “We can just do other things.”

“What do you have in mind?”

You couldn’t answer him right away. The only thing you had on your mind was the fact that Wonwoo’s hand was now resting on your knee and that it was baffling how good he could look in pajamas. Wonwoo, sensing your inability to form words nervously glanced up at you before moving the conversation in a different direction, “Look, I know you had something to tell me today yn, but I realized that I wanted to share something with you too. I am in love-”

“I am in love with you Jeon Wonwoo!”

There. You blurted out a long-awaited confession before the anticipation consumed you whole. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from your hands in fear of seeing the look on Wonwoo’s face.

“Let me hear you say it again.”

“What?” You turn to Wonwoo, who no longer looked nervous. Instead, he wore the biggest shit-eating grin on his face that made you want to both kiss and strangle him. “Say it again.”

“Not when you look like you just won the lottery you nerd, you didn’t even say-”

“I am in love with you too yn.”

Well, you were never one to complain about the fact that your feelings were returned. But the way Wonwoo was cooing at your adorable expression of shock only made you want to shove him off the couch.

Which you proceeded to do.

“Hey! Aren’t you happy that I like you too?”

“Of course I’m happy! You didn’t have to try to beat me to my confession though, tonight was going to be my night!”

“You didn’t seem like you were going to say anything for the rest of the evening! You were going to wait until the next day weren’t you?”

Absolutely yes. “No!”

Any remaining tension in the atmosphere washed away as you and Wonwoo made fun of each other on the living room floor. You were beyond relieved and a little giddy that your best friend in the whole wide world saw you in the way that you saw him.

“But on a more serious note Won, were you also going to confess tonight too?”

“Actually no, but once you came out of the washroom wearing my sweater, I just had to say it before I tackled you with cuddles or something.”

“You gave me your sweater instead of my clothes to wear!”

“I know!” Wonwoo was holding your hand now and rubbing circles into your palm. The idea of cuddling the entire night didn’t sound so bad. “But you looked all nervous and shy and I was hoping that you were going to be the one to say something first.”

“Can we just agree that we confessed at the same time?” As the adrenaline from the confession began to slip away you suddenly became very tired, and you were hoping to just spend the night in the arms of your favourite person.

“Deal. So can we cuddle now?”

[simp4ace]

forever and always ~ Portgas D. Ace x reader

a/n: Merry Christmas! This is a surprise gift for @fireflykaizoku ❤❤❤ Thank you for being one of my first friends here on Tumblr and thank you for always supporting me🥺💖 You are so sweet and kind to me you never know how much your words had affected and brightened my day😌💕 I adore and treasure you so much I don't know how can I even express it so yuh here, I wrote a special fic only for you😍 I hope you'll enjoy this short scenario of y/n and Ace (and WB crew) celebrate Christmas at the beach hehe (yes, I was not asking you that out of curiosity, sorry for lying👀) AND I WANT TO WAIT UNTIL CHRISTMAS BUT NOW I HAVE TO POST IT BEFORE YOU FINISH YOUR RESEARCH AHDCJSDGCHJ😂😂😂❤❤❤

summary: Partying and dancing with the love of your life 💖

Also thanks to @the-witch-of-one-piece for beta-reading hehe! ❤

"I want to see some snow!"

You said, for a thousand times already. Observing the familiar scene in front, with bright blue sea, golden sunshine, and warm white sand, you couldn't help but sigh heavily. It was Christmas, for crying out loud! Where were your snowflakes and freezing air? Where was your Christmas tree, with beautiful and shining decorations on it, and a pile of presents underneath? Why everything you could see here was endless lines of palm trees?

"It's Christmas! Why can't we go to a winter island and enjoy this day there? Haven't we had enough of the ocean already? We live on the sea every day!"

You whined, looking up at your boyfriend with puppy eyes, hoping that would melt his heart. Ace looked back at you lovingly, but his big grin didn't show any sight that he was moved. The freckled was topless as usual, but this time, he's swapped out his shorts for a pair of bright red swimming trunks. Okay, red could have a Christmas vibe, sure; however, you still couldn't stand the scenery around you. It was no Christmas-ish at all.

"But y/n, you can't ever have enough of Mother Sea! Plus, it's been a long time we haven't go to the beaches!" He said gleefully.

"Yes, and this time we even found an isolated island where no marine is around! Don't you think it's perfect?" Thatch jumped in.

Their face was all beaming with unnecessary enthusiasm; what idiots! You glared at Thatch, crossing your arms across your chest in disagreement.

"No. In fact, I don't see any reason why you people should enjoy going to the beaches. Especially when no one in this crew knows how to swim."

Both men look shocked as if they just realized it now. Thatch put one of his hands to his chest, pretending like your words have hurt him deeply.

"Oh my God, Ace! Did you hear them?"

"Aw, come on y/n! It's going to be fun!" Your boyfriend looked at you pleadingly, and your lips twitched as you saw his adorable pout. He knew your weak point very well, this man.

Other members of the Whitebeard crew stood around you guys, anxiously awaiting your final decision. You noticed that they are all already dressed in bathing suits. Marco had a cute floppy hat hanging around his neck while Haruta clutched tight onto a duck-shaped float. Even Izou has had his sunglasses on, and you couldn't deny he looks extra hot in that. (sorry Ace)

Sighing, you looked back at Whitebeard, who had been silent until now and just lovingly watched over his cubs.

"Pops?" You sounded somewhat imploring, and Pops laughed at your tone of voice. He gave you a knowing look.

"My child, you know you can't beat them! Gurarararara! Just enjoy today to the fullest, alright?"

He added, seeing your broken face in sympathy.

"We will find an isolated winter island next year. And I will decorate a Christmas tree only for you, child."

And that settled things. You hugged Pops tight and pecked a quick kiss on his cheeks.

"Thank you! Only dad loves me!"

Ace was just waiting for that. He excitedly pulled your hand to join him as the rest of the crew swam across the beaches, cheering loudly. The sun was shining more brightly than usual, and above the sky, a few white clouds drifted by idly. You could hear the waves crashing among the cheering of your friends, felt the salty breezes caressing your skin, and instinctively you laughed out loud with your boyfriend. It was such a joyous day, anyway. There was no reason to be sulky and grumpy forever.

And just like the Oldman advice, you had truly enjoyed the day to the fullest. It was such a fun day off, no navy chasing, no enemies lurking around, just you and your precious comrades frolicking all day in the warm golden sun. There was a watermelon slapping contest (everyone had to stop Ace before he smashed someone's head before reaching the target). There was also a volleyball match on the sand. At first, it was just for fun, but in the end, the boys were all enraged and turned it into a fiery battle between devil fruit powers. And Ace even made you a pretty sandman but ended up falling right into it and ruining it all.

You had too much fun that you didn't realize when the sun had already set. Night came, covering the sky with endless glittering stars, and on the beach, everyone had already made a great bonfire. And when it comes to a campfire, it means partying.

Thatch prepared several Christmas-related dishes for the party, as a way to make up for your lacking holiday atmosphere. There were tiger prawns with chermoula butter, stuffing balls, oyster stews, cioppino, salads, and for desserts, he made an enormous Yule Log, cranberry tarts, and lots of gingerbread man. You were grinning ear to ear and enjoying the treat when Ace came over and sat right next to you.

"Your smile's so big I can't even see your eyes anymore." He commented jovially.

"These are delicious," You replied simply, "Here, try some! Say ahhh!"

Ace looked at you suspiciously as you held a piece of tart cake high, gesturing him to open his mouth.

"Wahh! What's got into you, y/n? You've never shared your food."

You rolled your eyes dramatically.

"Right. I only not share with you. But today is a special day, and I'm in a good mood, so open your mouth quick before I change my mind."

Ace chuckled at your attitude and obediently chomped down the special treat that was holding under his nose.

"Uhmm, yummy!"

"And that's the only piece for you."

"I did not come here for that; why are you so cruel, babe." He made a feign hurting face, and you couldn't help but giggle a bit.

"So what do you want, Portgas?"

"Dancing! Come dance with me, baby!" Ace said with sparkles in the eyes and the brightest smile ever. He didn't wait for your response nor give you a chance to refuse, pulling you right up and into the heart of the party where everyone was dancing and singing around the campfire.

You felt the heat of the fire dancing against your skin as you both approached it, or maybe it was Ace's body warmth as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in so close that you could sense his abs on you. Your hand automatically went around Ace's neck as he started swaying you around slowly.

"I haven't finished eating yet." You faked a complaint, and your boyfriend's smile went even wider.

"I'll make it up for you." He promised, pressing a quick peck to your forehead.

"How?"

"I don't know yet, maybe next Christmas?" Ace sounded not too convinced, and you laughed with his words. Oh, how he loved the sound of your happiness, love how melodious and lovely it was for him.

"I don't believe you, firefly. No, especially when it comes to food."

You two rotated in a slow waltz move, which was strange regardless of the vibrant music around. It was as if you were dancing in your own universe, despite everything else in the world.

As if you were dancing to imaginary music that only existed for the two of you.

As if only the flickering warmth from the bonfire and the starlight in Ace's eyes were substantial.

"Then how about...I'll make you a snowman, a real big one when we come to a winter island next year?"

"I'm afraid that you will eventually destroy it as you did to my poor sandman this year."

"I won't," He said quickly, and his eyes became dreamy all of a sudden, "And the year after next, I'll decorate you a Christmas tree, too."

"Oh?"

"And the year after the year after next, I'll, I'll buy you a surprise present."

"It won't be a surprise anymore if you already say it now, idiot." You said, feeling his forehead slowly drop and rest itself against yours. You were too close now, only a breath away from each other.

"And the year after the year after the year after next, uhhh," He hesitated, perhaps running out of ideas.

"I'd love some candy canes." You suggested.

"And hot chocolate?"

"And maybe you could dress as a Santa Claus."

Ace grinned at the idea.

"I'll put your present into the stocking."

"I'll buy a reindeer cosplay. I'll have a red nose." You started to dream about the future with him. It was so lovely, yet a bit wild, to look into the distant future with your loved one, knowing that you two will still be together next year, the year after, and perhaps even longer than that, perhaps even ... forever.

Ace seemed to love that thought.

"You will look so cute, and I will want to kiss you passionately."

"You can kiss me now if you want." You told him, half-jokingly.

"Yeah? Why, yes, I would do it right now, and do it tomorrow, and do it next month. I would do it next year, the year after that, and so on. I would do it every day, everywhere, and forever. I would kiss you forever."

"Forever sounds a bit scary, though." You replied, a bit timid even though sweetness was washing over your soul. Your boyfriend might not very trustworthy when it came to food, yes, but with things like this, you knew he always meant it with all his heart.

Ace looked at you affectionately before dipping down, covering your lips with the passionate kiss he promised; his words still ringing in your ears before every other sound was washed away.

"Not with you, babe. If it were for you, I would love you forever. Forever and always."

[babytaes]

steal a kiss

summary: what is it like to be a staff member under Pledis, well y/n knows well, the in’s and out of living as a stylist for Seventeen. 

pairing: mingyu x female reader

genre: light smut (like its barely there), fluff

warnings: thigh-riding.......umm

a/n: I wanted to give a short one-shot to my carats and any other peeps out there in appreciation of reaching 300 followers. Thank you to everyone who has followed me on this writing adventure; I truly appreciate it and hope you will stick with me to the end. Enjoy and always much love from babytaes! :)

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Being a member of the team seventeen staff has its privileges, which come in handy on a regular basis. Breakfast, lunches, and dinners are all provided for free. All provided on the company card.

Days where you had to wake up at the butt crack of dawn to prepare clothing for the boys, yeah it was a delight.

Despite the fact that every job has its own set of advantages and disadvantages, you were fortunate enough to get hired by S.Coups (Pledis) Entertainment.

You had your share of late nights and early mornings, but the final result of each member always made you proud of the work you and your coworkers put in.

Today was a photo shoot day, which happened to fall during promotion season, which was already stressful enough. You were thrilled to celebrate Jihoon's success when he released another banger.

You picked up some drinks on your way to work for the members who were first in line for their individual shot. Seungkwan, Mingyu, Jeonghan, and Jihoon were on the agenda.

Despite the fact that it was supposed to be an early-bird day, you arrived early, ready to take on the world.

“Hey Y/N, early morning isn’t it.” As she walked past you, she waved and embraced you in a hug.

“It is, and I'm starting to believe they purposefully put us on these shifts. It's always photo sessions for us,” you said as you strolled over to the clothing rack, your eyes glittering at the several items of clothing.

“For real, it's fine once it gets rolling, but we still need a break.”

“Break what is that foreign word?” you ask as you turn around.

“You're a mess; hurry up and start organizing so we can look like we're doing our job.”

You grinned as you shook your head and turned around. Jihyo was a member of the staff who you met when you first started working for Pledis.

It's a long story, but you were friends with a few members during their debut and essentially grew up with them, so when you went to work for them, you took her under your wing. She’s basically your apprentice.

Anyway, back to Pledis and your great life. The joys of being overworked.

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 As time passed, more individuals and crew began to arrive at the location, prepping for the shot. You had a few more minutes before things started, so you walked to the back to find something to eat.

Courtesy of the company’s card . ;) 

As you moved back to the snack table, you heard voices and looked up from your phone to see the infamous boys walking in. When you see him, you instantly smile and slowly come to a halt, allowing them to pass.

As they hurried quickly inside the dressing room, the boys said their flurry of hellos to you. One stood there for a long time, looking around before slipping his arm around your waist.

“Good morning, love,” I wasn't expecting to meet you this early in the morning, but I'm glad I arrived first.” As he lingered above your lips, teasing you, his face drew in closer to yours.

As you carefully peel him off of you, your cheeks begin to burn up.

“There’s people around gyu”

“That didn’t stop me”

“In all seriousness, I'm glad to see you,” you said with a chuckle. These schedules are becoming increasingly hectic, and I hardly have time to see you.”

Mingyu took another look around before he went down to peck your lips, astonished and taken aback, you giggled as you walked away.

“Let’s get to work young man”

“Yes, ma'am,” He walked away toward the shoot, raising a salute and sharply shaking his head.

Only Jihoon and Seungkwan were clothed in their first outfit when you entered the dressing room.

“Are my eyes failing me or do I see Jeonghan not dressed?” you exclaim at the astonished males in front of you, furrowing your brows.

He looked up from his phone, leaped to his feet, and dashed over to the racks, grabbed his name badge while apologizing.

You didn't have any kind of motherly power over them, no way. However, if any of them were to be late for any reason, you wouldn't mind giving them a gentle push to get them going.

Hehe. 

You pushed Mingyu to his sector and instructed him to be ready in ten minutes, “apparently the first unit is Jihoon and Seungkwan.”

They all shook their heads when they realized what you were saying. Taking one last look at him you sighed and returned to the garment rack, where you gathered extra outfits for them.

It didn’t take long for the boys to be done with their photo shoot, they did have great genes which impacted the photo shoot time.

You and your team do a fantastic job styling them, if I do say so myself. Now came the worst part: packing everything back into suitcases and bags and returning them to their original locations.

As you prepare the van, you speak incoherently as you place all of the respected garments and accessories in their proper spots.

You waved farewell the first time as they drove away. Being that type of person you wanted to be sure everything was in order, so you went back in and did a quick check.

Mr. Kim, the troublesome one, greeted you as you made your way to the dressing room. You cough as you stand outside the door frame, arms folded.

“Ahh- what the hell.” He looked around and became instantly calm.

“Now, why are you still dressed like that?” As he carefully made his approach to you, he kissed your arms as you said, "I already packed away the stuff."

“You worry too much love.” He kisses your desired lips as he draws you closer to him, silencing your cries. As you moan into him, you melt under his touch.

“Gyu... mmmh, we have to go,”  As he moves you closer to the couch, Mingyu's gaze remains fixed on you.

You give into his lustful need with another sigh, despite the fact that you were thinking the same thing.

“Y/N? He retorted

“Yes Mingyu?”

As he pressed kisses on your neck, he drew you down onto his lap. Moving to the side, you gave him more access while you moaned under his touch.

“I love you,” he says with a smile as you travel slowly across his thigh, a performance you never got tired of. As you shuddered, he observed you throwing your head back.

He whispers, "Such a good girl y/n," and caresses your jawline with butterfly kisses. "Are you near, baby?" he inquires, his gaze fixed on yours.

As you pick up the speed, the friction on his thigh becomes more intense. As your breath returns to normal, you slump forward on his chest.

“See, that wasn't so bad,” he says as you leap up from his thigh and hit his chest.

“Babeeee, these are not your clothes. As you cross your arms, he begins to giggle, “Now I have to dry clean them.”

“Let’s go, I still have a lot of work to do.”

As you walk out the door, he takes your hand in his and entwines it with kisses.

“You still love me,” he says, shoving his nose in your face as you enter one of the staff cars. As you locked the door behind him, you could almost hear him pouting.

“Mmmh, you're being mean.” You grinned as you rolled your eyes at him and said to the driver, "Let's go."

“I could never be mean to you gyu, buttt we did get a stain on your pants which will be a hell of a pain to get off.” He draws you closer to him, laughing, and lets you rest your head on his shoulder as he kisses you.

“Hey, you got it; the amount of stains we both accumulated on clothes is overwhelming, but you've done it before, so you can do it again.”

“You should be cleaning it with the amount of cum you spill,” you say.

“I mean, I did suggest cleaning it up, but you didn't want that.”

“I'm not going to clean it with my tongue, and you do realize these pants aren't yours.”

You and him squabble all the way back to the corporate building, which is the beauty of being a stylist. Even though it was all in good fun, you missed this. The random conversations you and him would have.

It filled your heart with excitement, but it was cut short when you thanked the driver and exited the vehicle.

“You sure you can’t stay with me?” As he gazed at you, his eyes became sorrowful. You kissed his lips as you shouted out to the driver, falling in love with this enormous puppy once more.

“Get him home safely Mr. Lee” he turned around and shook his head at you.

“Bye, love; I'll see you after work.” As he spoke in your ear, he took your hand and pulled you in for a kiss.

“Let’s continue what we started.” Before closing the door, he winked at you.

As I previously stated, being on the seventeen staff has its advantages, and this was one of them.

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➳ Navigate to the Maze

[rottingsparrow]

Oh boy oh boy here it is my thoughts on Lore Olympus episodes 1-10 I didn't include any pictures because I'm figuring out how I wanna do this also im tired but here it is:

Episode One: Stag, You’re It

Why the title

Minthes hair like connects to her head without a line not bad just a comment

Hades’ sharp ass nose but I enjoy the colors, not super bright yknow

Hera looks so cool but also like snatched almost unnaturally

She is a god tho so

Zeus lets goooo such a solid color imo

Im sorry but artemis’ hair is a lil ugly

Love that all the main characters are snatched /s

Episode Two: Who is She?

And Persophone is now 3 shades lighter ok

Also like i hate the dress Artemis gives persephone it ugly

Persophones hair changed lengths like 2 times but maybe im seeing it wrong

Also artemis if she doesnt wanna be here leave wtf

How is. How is hades holding his drink

Zeus changed colors king

I understand lighting and shading but like. Damn

Ok so if Poseidon hates Odysseus does that mean the events of the Odyssey already happened

Ep 3: Who is She pt 2

LMAO what is hades’ nose

Why did she have random parts w/ no color not a complaint just curious

HER FOREHEAD SO LARGE IN THIS ONE PANEL

“Short sighted” Do we ever see him wear glasses again

Zeus’ lil. Hair thingies keep disappearing

“Honestly i think she puts Aphrodite to shame” wow comparing women/hj

Seriously tho like. why

Ep 4: Who is she pt 3

Idk why she does random scenes where the characters are all like just one color. Not bad per say but weird

Gives artemis huge boobs and in one panel they are either smaller or gone

Artemis bestie if that one thing distracts you from your friend you gotta get ur priorities straight

“Hey kiddo wanna have some real fun” ew

Omg purple eros

So much hair

Did she just give her hair powers so she could draw diff styles lets be honest

Ep 5:

Aphrodites hip angle is so sharp it could kill me

“Friggin” makes my mind go to supernatural and i dont appreciate it

Omg shes a cinnamon roll shes so adorable and gorgeous and yet sexy and *i get shot*

Mother emotionally guilting her son omg its my life

The listen panel. Haunts my dreams

Why does she have so many different painting/coloring styles

LMAO LOOK AT HADES ON THE BALCONY its. Its bad

Ep 6

W hy do they stand like that persephone pls

Love demeters colors tho

This is. This is the metaphor for the maidenhood thing right

Thats how i always saw it

Wow persephone you just woke up and you look so pretty wowww woww

Rachel rachel please does her hair have bangs or not just choose

I do actually like the panel with cerberus, persephone, and hades its nice

Ep 7

Cerberus is so cute

Hades shut the fuck up

The coat is cute

Persephone get off the counter this isnt ur house

Whos minthe? Stop being nosy damn

Didnt really have much to say bout this one

Ep 8

Why are both their eyes open i know they arent in love but that so weird right

Is his dick out or is she just naked on him

“Salutiations” old man

Every second i read persephones eyes get bigger

“I would pay you a salary to barge in on every single aspect of my life” is actually cute however. You literally just met her she hasnt even introduced herself

I dont understand why he thought she meant sex idk

I like that his business card has diff names for him

SHE WAS HOLDING HERS IN HER TITTY WHY

Ep 9

Persephone giggling over that is kinda weird imo but whatever

Persephone please pic a face shape

“Come here puppy” look. Look at her face. Wtf

Train ur dogs hades smh

We never see like any of these dogs fuck you rachel i want dogs

“Let the unionize see if i care” haha so funny haha wow so. So funny. Hades ur such a character

Why is her mouth so high up in this one panel

Hehe puppy

Man in bushes

Ep 10

Why does he have so many cars he doesnt need em

The little :p panel is cute

NOT HER FACE AGAIN RACHEL PLEASE JUST LOOK ONCE MORE

Stop yelling hades

Persephones hair is looking bad rn ngl

I love the colors of the underworld tbh

Rachel please go in depth on how you travel there between realms i am so curious

Artemis randomly gains bangs

I know her hair was flowing but her bangs are too short to completely disappear

Why do his eyes randomly turn red honestly

Goodbye thank god

[that-otome-potato]

Qu's Valentine

It's a few months late, but I decided that where this ended was a good place hehe. If there's enough interest, I'll write out the surprise MC had in store!

Pairing: Qu x Reader Rating: E - for implied activities.

The sound of the buzzer echoes around the backstage, loud and like nails on a chalkboard, signaling the performers that it was time to set up for their performance.

Starless was holding a Valentines event where teams W, C, and K performed their songs for the waiting young men and women in the dining area. So far, it had been met with great celebration - Team W had just finished their song with Akira receiving loud cries of approval and shouts of love from the audience. Team K had opened the night with the premier of their two songs. In between each set, there was a short break to allow the cast members not performing to set up for the next team.

I watched Qu, dressed in his red and voluminous costume, as he approached me with a soft smile. A matching smile formed on my own lips even after he paused in front of me to bend down and place a lingering kiss there. “Wish me luck?”

“You don’t need luck, Qu. You’ll do beautifully. You always do!”

Qu’s smile widened slightly and he cupped my cheek with tenderness. “Thank you, dear heart.”

I couldn’t help but lean into his hand for a moment before he was pulling away and walking confidently towards the stage to set up for “Into Me”.

As quietly as I could, I slipped from backstage to stand off to one side of the dining area in the dark, just in time to watch them start.

The song was sensual and drew the viewer in, making it almost impossible to turn away from the performer’s fluid movements with and around Zakuro, who moved about the stage as if being moved about on a lazy river. But my eyes were locked onto one dancer in particular, his bright white hair and golden eyes flashing in the flashing lights.

Qu moved as if in a trance, his arms and hands imitating a filmy curtain on a breeze from an open window, and he had such a soft smile, I almost felt jealous that the house was packed and others were blessed by its existence.

I scoffed at myself for such a thought. Almost? I did feel jealousy that others saw him like this, men and women alike. However, I also felt pride because, of all the people in the world, he chose me as his lover.

When I focused on him again after getting lost in thought, it was just in time to notice he was staring at me while performing and I felt my cheeks flush and the corners of my lips curl up. I could also feel heat bubbling up from within as I watched his lithe body move with the music and Zakuro’s singing - I couldn’t help it. Something about watching him move so smoothly did things to me that only added to my already great attraction to him..

It was time to go. I knew if I stayed any longer, I could very well see myself pulling him along behind me to go find a closet somewhere in the back.

It had certainly happened before.

Besides, I had plans back at his apartment that I had to work on and I knew that it would still be a few hours before he would be done here at the shop. I couldn’t let myself get distracted now.

With the last note echoing around the large open room, the crowd erupted in cheers with pen lights in various Team C colors waving with excitement. I took the opportunity to sneak back to where I had last seen my boyfriend so I could meet him as he came off the stage. I quickly grabbed a soft towel from the pile next to the stage and waited, bouncing on the balls of my feet.

“That was amazing! You all looked great!” I clapped my hands excitedly as the team passed, following Mokuren towards the locker rooms.

“Of course we did.” Mokuren said with great confidence, waving their hand as if it was a flower floating on the wind, smirking down at me. They pat my head gently when they walked past, followed by Zakuro.

The singer smirked at you, “I almost mistook you for a puppy, __________! Do try to keep your eyes in your head next time you watch from the crowd - there were a few jealous ladies watching you.” Of course, I didn’t miss the concern laced in his words and I was about to stick my tongue out at him when Kasumi and Hari walked past, chuckling at my antics with the singer.

I watched the four of them turn the corner towards the locker room, a small smile on my face as I shook your head, unable to stay mad at Zakuro.

“I’m a little jealous, seeing you smiling like that at my teammates,” a voice as soft as a cloud whispered into my ear as the person wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. My body tensed in surprise automatically, but instantly relaxed when my brain registered the familiar voice and arms around me.

I turned around to face him in his arms and raised the towel in my hand to gently pat at his face, doing my best not to ruin his makeup. “Don’t be jealous - you know I only have eyes for you.” I playfully press a peck on his lips and pull back to see his eyes widened slightly in surprise. That look quickly turned back into an affectionate smile I both was intimate with and loved.

“I do. So, now that our show is done, would you like to go somewhere for whatever is left of Valentines day?”

My heart pounded and warmed. I loved that he was always trying to think of ways we could spend time together. Occasionally they were random, but mostly they were planned out and thoughtful. I was betting this was the former and wanted to say ‘yes’ because I always wanted to be with Qu, but resisted.

With a shake of my head, I placed both of my hands on his chest, feeling his body heat radiating through the red and brown cloth. “As much as I would like to, you still have a couple more hours of your shift left and I was planning something at your apartment and I wanted it to be a surprise. I just wanted to congratulate you on a successful performance before running to your apartment.”

Qu looked upset by that for a moment, but put on a smile. I knew he did it for me, but I hoped that it would be well worth the wait in the end.

[bts-fantasy]

Hi are your requests still open? If it is, can i request an OT7 imagine where they decide to keep their girlfriend a secret from the public? The only ones who know are their families, the members and their families, and the company. I'd love for it to include the difficulties or struggles of it but at the same time their happiness as well.

Thank you!

Oh thanks for the request! It‘s been so long since I‘ve written something hehe. I hope you like it! 🥰

Today and Tomorrow is Christmas Day

Pairing: OT7; Jimin x Reader

Genre: Fluff

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„Babe, did you wrap Jungkook‘s gift, like I told you to?“, you yelled into the room next to your shared bedroom so Jimin could hear you. „Yes, I did! I‘ve already loaded all of the presents in the trunk, honey.“

„You’re the best! Thanks!“

You rushed to put on some red lipstick to finish off your look. It was the day before christmas eve so you just threw on a white cashmere pullover over some dark dress pants to keep it simple and comfortable. But as soon as Jimin entered the room he stopped mid-track to give you a surprised look which soon turned into that flirty gaze you were so used to by now. That look was familiar, but it never failed to make your heart pick up its pace in your chest.

„How do I look?“, you asked as if his reaction wasn‘t speaking for itself. Instead of answering your question he stepped further into the room towards you and pulled you in by the waist to give you a quick peck on the forehead. The small gesture had butterflies stir up in your stomach as you grinned from ear to ear. „I would say as beautiful as ever but there‘s something in your eyes that seem to shine even brighter than usual today, my love.“

You looked up at him winding your arms around his neck. „I‘m just so happy, you know? We get to spend christmas together this year, for the first time.“ Suddenly a saddened smile replaced his grin and Jimin gently pushed a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. „I know. It‘s just sad that in all those years we‘ve been together, I‘ve never been able to spend the holidays with you, Y/N.“

It hurt to hear the pain in his voice as he spoke and you couldn‘t help but remember all those lonely christmas eves you‘d spent without him wishing he‘d magically appear at your door. However, you knew it would be to no avail. You were aware of the costs of dating a public figure and you signed up for it. Because falling in love with the man in front of you was the best thing that had ever happened to you. You entangled your arms from behind his neck to cup his face with both hands. His dark eyes were searching yours like a lost puppy and you felt your own eyes beginning to sting looking right at him. „Let‘s not dwell on the past, shall we? I‘m the happiest girl in this entire world to call you mine, Jimin, and that‘s all that matters. Every minute with you is like christmas day for me.“ Jimin giggled at your cheesy remark and rested his forehead on yours and you both stood there for a while just taking in each other’s presence. „I love you, Y/N“, he whispered into the silence.

„Turn left in three hundred meters and then… you have arrived at your destination.“

„Honey, wake up, we‘re almost there!“ Jimin softly patted on your thigh to wake you up. You yawned heartily looking out the window. There were piles of snow covering the sidewalks and trees aligning high on each side of the road. Each house you passed by had various decorations hung up around their property and it was all shimmering in golden colors. The sight was mesmerizing as it filled your heart with warmth and you turned to look at Jimin whose eyes were trained on the road.

„It‘s beautiful, don‘t you think?“ Your eyes were big and full of excitement and Jimin stole a quick glance at you before turning back to the road with a grin. He was wearing a black baseball cap and sun glasses to cover his face from the public but luckily there weren‘t many people around on the sidewalks. Sometimes you wished you could walk down the streets with your fingers intertwined without the fear of getting caught by someone. The little things that seem so natural and simple to other couples seemed like an unattainable dream to you sometimes. Like going to the grocery store, walking side by side in a park or just simply spending the holidays together were the hardest things to do for you two. Even more the reason for your uncontrollable joy you felt inside at the thought of waking up on christmas day beside him.

„It‘s so sweet of Mrs. Jeon to invite us all over to their residence for christmas.“ Jimin said as he turned left into a narrow street that lead you uphill to a beautiful mansion covered with golden lights. „Yes! And I can‘t wait to meet the other girls! I finally get to brag about my boyfriend in front of other people than my family.“ Jimin giggled as he parked the car next to a red Mustang which you knew belonged to Taehyung. „I‘m sure your family needed a break from that anyway.“

You entered the house with Jimin right beside you and were immediately greeted by a big dog running towards you in excitement. „Bam!“ Jimin exclaimed crouching down to pet the dog as he sprawled out on the floor to get a belly rub. „I missed you lil guy!“ His laugh filled the big foyer and soon enough the owner strolled in wearing grey sweatpants and hoodie and a boyish grin on his face. „More than me?“ Jimin immediately looked up at his younger member and dashed forward to jump right at him. „Jungkook!!“ Watching the boys from the sidelines the sight in front of you warmed your heart and you couldn‘t stop yourself from smiling bigger and bigger at them. It didn‘t take long for Jungkook to notice your presence and he was quick to pull you into a tight hug as well. „Glad you two could make it.“ „Wouldn‘t have missed this opportunity for anything, Kook.“ He smiled warmly at you before taking you by the hand. „Come, I want you to meet my girlfriend!“

Excitement took over you once again at the thought of meeting Jungkook‘s girlfriend, Jia. From what you‘d heard, she was the sweetest girl ever and took good care of him. You‘d never had the chance to meet her personally but today was finally the day to make her acquaintance.

Jungkook led you to the living room which was almost the size of a ball room. There was a huge christmas tree in one corner right beside the fireplace and the whole room was decorated with ornaments and all sorts of shiny crystals and lights. It was a breathtaking sight and you almost tripped over your own feet as Jungkook dragged you across the room to the sitting area. There were several couches and armchairs surrounding the fireplace and you could vaguely see a few heads poking out from the backrest. „Jia! Look who‘s here!“ Jungkook‘s excitement didn‘t go unnoticed either. You could see his wide grin even from behind. A head with shiny auburn locks turned around to look behind her and her eyes went big immediately before she stood up to rush towards you to give you a big warm hug while Jungkook stood beside you two with the proudest smile on his face. „Hyung, didn‘t I tell you they‘d be great friends?“ Jimin finally caught up with you all and reassuringly patted his younger member on his shoulder.

„Let me introduce you to the others“, Jia pulled you towards the small gathering of people. You were now close enough to identify the faces and quickly gave everyone a hug. They were all present except for Yoongi and his fiancée, who were stuck in traffic. Seokjin was sitting next to his girlfriend Marie, as Jia informed you. Her bright blue eyes were a big contrast to Seokjin’s dark orbs and they looked absolutely stunning next to each other. Lilah‘s arms were tightly wrapped around Hoseok‘s waist as she smiled up at you. Hoseok was giggling softly next to her as her afro hair tickled his neck everytime she moved. Sophie and Namjoon were in the middle of a conversation but they both quickly got up to give you a hug before continuing. Lastly, Taehyung, who‘d been patiently waiting for his turn, came towards you with a wide grin. „Missed you, soulmate stealer.“ He pulled you into his chest and when he let you go he made room for Da-eun to step forward and greet you as well. „So nice to finally meet you, Y/N.“ Just looking at her made you realize why she must’ve caught Taehyung‘s eyes in the first place. She looked timelessly beautiful with her dark brown hair and even darker eyes. Something in the way she carried herself spoke of utter elegance and class but still very warm and welcoming.

„I hope we‘re not too late to the party?“

Everyone‘s heads turned towards the entrance of the living room where Yoongi was standing hand in hand with his fiancée, Maya. A shy smile was gracing her lips as she looked at everyone one by one. „Oh, the soon-to-be-husband-and-wife have arrived, everyone!“ Jimin yelled into the room making everyone laugh as they both joined the group with embarrassed smiles. „Just wait until yall get engaged. I‘ll get my revenge soon enough.“ He spoke before going on to greet everyone. You walked up to Maya to give her a hug and exchanged a few words with her about how terrible the traffic was on the way to Jungkook‘s family residence. Her voice was calm and kind of soothing, much like Yoongi‘s and you found yourself wanting to keep talking to her just so you could listen to her voice.

Jimin and you finally got to sit beside each other on one of the smaller couches close to the christmas tree and he instantly pulled you closer so your back could rest on his chest. „How do you feel?“, he whispered into your ear as you snuggled up to him feeling his warmth and the scent of his cologne cloud your mind. „Hmm.. they all seem so nice, babe. I‘m so happy we‘re here together.“ Jimin took your hands into his rubbing small circles on the back while engaging in light-hearted conversations with everyone around you. Listening to his voice so closely vibrating through his chest into your back made you melt into him even more enjoying his presence with you. You looked around with pure happiness seeing the way the boys were comfortable and so in love with their partners that it all made sense in the end. This is all that matters. To you and to everyone else in this room.

A/N: I wish you all a wonderful Christmas!!! Stay safe, healthy & warm! 🥺🎄✨♥️

[binniesthighs]

i loveeee your first write abt Jisung omgggg he is like one of my BIGGEST bias wrecker of all time so i was like WOAH THERE,,,, and i was so hooked on your writings i wanna see more 👀 if you have free time can i please ask for a Jeonghan smut where he is your rival in everything let's say at school and u didn't actually like him at first but he kinda flirts and idk I'm just so into Jeonghan's cocky behavior these daysss he's making me feel thiiiiiiingsssss 😩❤️

ahh thank you anon you are so so sweet! ♡ I’m so happy that you liked my Jisung stuff! I love writing for that boy hehe and thank you so much for requesting love!! this is my first seventeen ask I’m so so excited to write more of them in the future! my brain really took this one and rannnn with it, it ended up a bit harder than I intended, I hope that’s okay and I hope that you enjoy it!

what i want most |reader x jeonghan |

Pairing: self insert, gender neutral reader x yoon jeonghan

Genre: lil bit of smut, lil bit of angst

Tags: harddom!jeonghan, bratty!reader, enemies (competitors) to lovers, college au, jeonghan being our fave cocky boy, bestfriend!seungcheol, mentions of school work, slow-ish burn, masturbation (reader), use of degrading names, dumification, hook-up, choking, marking, spanking, facefucking, gagging, use of safe symbols, nipple play, overstimulation, unprotected sex, creampie, slight exhibitionism, semi-public sex, sex in a study room

Word count: 4k

Someone told you once long ago that hate is a strong word. Apparently, they had never experienced loathing before. To you, hate always seemed to be something playful, something a little teasing. When your best friends would mock you for the most insignificant things, you would say “cut that shit out. You know that I hate you right?”

Loathing is much more fun. Loathing holds more of an edge. Loathing keeps you up at night, and lingers in your mind. Loathing digs into your skin like a papercut, coming back to sting later when you stretch your skin. Loathing made you feel all twisted up inside. This one super-massive emotion is one that clings to you and makes you jealous and irritable, and the best of all, competitive.

You don’t know what you would be without loathing...if not for him.

But as much as you loathed him, he was the perfect elixir of sugar-coated poison.  

He kept you up at night. He lingered in your mind.

Everything about you, he had to do too. You didn’t know at this point if it was some kind of joke, or that the two of you had miraculously been crafted to be just that similar.

Since the day that you had met him three years ago in undergrad, there wasn’t one class that the two of you didn’t share. Every single job that you applied to, he would apply to as well. Each professor that you would introduce yourself to, the next day he would be cozied up next to them talking about some kind of bullshit and pretended to care about their personal lives. He even chose the exact same grad program as you.

When the two of you graduated, it was him who sucked in his lip, never breaking with your eyes when he received higher honors than you. He probably loathed you too.

That would keep you up at night too.

There were other things about him as well that would creep into the corners of your sleep deprived brain. You would stare into the darkness of your room, eyes glued to the ceiling with your mind exploring shameless answers.

During these dark nights, your hand would absentmindedly cascade down your body, snaking your fingers down the soft of your skin. Behind your eyes, it was him sending shivers down your body. It was his lithe fingers, not yours, that would reach down to your aching sex to pleasure you into all the fantasies that only remained within the confines of your own mind. Before you would climax, it was his name that you whispered out into the air, not even knowing that you did.

“Jeonghan.”

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“Are you going to finish that, or what?”

Seungcheol rummaged around your bag of chips that were barely touched.

Your highlighter skimmed over your page, you twisted the writing utensils around in your hand to scratch down a note with your pen. Truthfully, you hadn’t heard him.

“...I mean, if you don’t, I will. Can’t let stuff like this go to waste.” He held the bag in his lap, happily crunching away and tapping his foot a little.

“--Can you chew quieter?”

“...Me?”

“Yes, you.” You bopped him softly on top of his wavy caramel hair with your marked up article.

Seungcheol cringed and rubbed the top of his head as if you had hit him with something much denser than a stack of paper.

“In my defense, there isn’t really a quiet way to eat chips.” He popped another one in. “Are you gonna be done soon? It’s too...still out here.”

“You’re the one that suggested coming here!”

His puppy-like face turned combative. “I did!...only because I think it’s pretty though.” Your friend shied away, trying to uphold his promise of “chewing quieter,” and subsequently failing.

He wasn’t wrong however, the courtyard in the middle of the library was very pretty, and you had been glad that he had suggested the two of you take lunch there. Inside the square shaped yard, a few trees had been planted with low swaying branches of little oval shaped leaves. There were hedges and a myriad of flowering plants with petals that were pink or yellow or purple. Somehow the little square was untouched by sound, save for a couple songbirds. Had you not a copious amount of work to take care of, you would have admired it all for hours.

“--And to answer your question, no, I will not be done soon. Sorry. You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.”

Seungcheol cooly threw one of his arms over the silver outdoor chair next to him, shaking you off. “I don’t mind. I don’t have anything else that I really wanna be doing right now.”

“--Your thesis maybe?” You crashed your knee into his under the table and threw him a teasing smirk.

“I said, anything that I want to do.”

You nabbed one of your chips back. “Suit yourself then.”

The door to the courtyard clicked, followed by the creak of the old library door. Such a metallic sound stole the tranquility of the whole space.

“Y/n.”

Jeonghan came floating behind you, dressed in his usual attire: some type of glamorous pairing of dress pants and a button down as well as shoes that looked as if they had just been shined. He wore some kind of cologne that draped after him with a dizzying type of efflorescence. Everything about him was meticulously planned, down to the few purposefully unkempt strands of chocolate brown hair on his forehead.

He craned his neck a little to see your messy scribbles.

“You’re reading Nebasifu?”

Jeonghan leaned over you, tracing a finger over the neon orange highlights you had made. He shocked you with how close he had let himself get to you, practically encapsulating you in his arms. You found yourself staring into his neck, that floral scent forcibly permeating your air.

“Hmm.”

He hummed as he read over your notes. “Interesting conclusions right? The fact that in governance we create more problems when trying to solves the ones we have already made? It’s all so circular isn’t it?”

Your sweating palm crunched the paper out from under his fingertips.

“--Really interesting. I’d like to finish it...if you please.” While your words were polite, but they still bit.

“I can recommend more similar readings if you’re interested?”

“I’m fine. Thanks for the offer.”

“If it doesn’t make sense, you can always reach out, we can talk it through...I’ve found that discussing--”

“--I said that I’m fine. Nice talking to you Jeonghan.” You cast your eyes down to your paper and attempt to slow your viciously beating chest.

fucking leave. You pleaded, knuckles turning white around your pen.

“Alright then. See you later.” He straightened his glasses upon his nose bridge. “I look forward to hearing what you have to say about the topics later.”

He swept his hand lightly across your back. It was the most fleeting of gestures, but your entire body froze from it.  

Jeonghan situated himself at one of the benches and drew out a book. He sat in the direct beams of the afternoon sun. The brown wisps of hair that hit the light looked nearly golden. You loathed that he was breathtaking without even really trying.

Seungcheol grinded his teeth, muttering out, “Fucking creep. He can’t talk to you like that.” Even quieter, “I’ll take him out for you if you want me to.”

You stifled a laugh. You couldn’t help your eyes which would flutter over to him like it was forbidden.

“No, don’t do that. But thank you ‘Cheol.”

“I’ll do it! I swear...”

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Jeonghan had a terrible habit. Not like it was particularly distracting, it was just something that you had taken notice of. From where you would sit nearly across the room from him, he would remove his glasses, then rest one of the temple tips between his lips. Sometimes, the click of his teeth would meet the plastic. It was a simple action, but the way that the little curve would rest on the pink of his lips made your mind wonder...the poison that would leave those same lips couldn’t have been real; not when they looked so sweet.

“--anyone want to share what they got out of the readings and case studies? What can we learn about our interference and the sovereignty of other states?”

You were only partially paying attention when Jeonghan silently rose his hand.

“I think that Y/n had a particularly interesting oponion on this. We were discussing this previously.” He curved his body around to meet your eyes which had already been inspecting him.

With an expectant crossing of his arms, your professor approached your desk. “Y/n?”

Everyone’s eyes were on you, but Jeonghan’s burned with the hottest flame.

You took your shaking hands into your lap, then gave your oponion as eloquently as you could, swallowing down your nerves. As usual, you were perfectly well spoken, as you knew you were. The professor nodded along with each point of your argument.

“--Very well articulated Y/n. And your counterpoints are provoking as well.” He finally turned to pace away. “Would anyone like to expand?”

Your professor’s body mass moved, revealing Jeonghan’s nearly sinful prideful smile. It was like he had given you a test, and you had passed magnificently. With the cock of his head, he mouthed,

“that was lovely.”

“I’d like to expand.” He piped, removing his glasses. Just as he always would, he tapped them between his lips, letting the skin fall a little by them. You had noticed it before, but they were smooth and plump. “I think that Y/n is correct...in many ways, but some points are a bit misguided, I would argue....”

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[09:23 pm]

cheol: you coming back anytime soon?  i can’t believe you’re doing this to me on a friday. is it really that serious?

[09:26 pm]

me: need I remind you that you should probably be here with me? thesis papers don’t write themselves.

cheol: and I should remind YOU that we literally just got off break? they aren’t due for months.

i know what you’re trying to prove.

it’s not worth it.

what does that asshole have over you?

“--Shouldn’t you be back at home with that golden retriever of yours?”

Jeonghan’s pen tapped at your table, white sleeves rolled up. The day had taken it’s toll on him. The bags under his eyes proved that even someone as picturesque as him could still be effected by your long days. Nevertheless disheveled, he was just as alluring.

“And shouldn’t you be flirting with one of your students?” You clicked your phone off.

“Cute. Luckily I’m not one of the desperate ones starving for the attention of the little undergrads. That's a different kind of pathetic.”

“Hmmm. I just thought that it was the attention that you were after.” Heat rose to your ears while you breathed your beating heart down.

"Who doesn’t like attention? Especially if it’s from the right people...speaking of undergrads...”

Jeonghan’s slender neck twisted to eye the obnoxious group of students huddled up on a table, giggling and making a mess of their snacks.

“You’re studying out here? I can’t even--”

“--I appreciate the concern, but you’re not helping my focus either.”

“Am I...distracting you?” Jeonghan swept his warm brown hair to the side with the cock of his eyebrow.

You shook out a sigh. “Yes.”

“You don’t have an office?”

“Department didn’t have any more.”

“I’ve got a study room that I host study sessions in. You want to use it?”

“You’re offering to help me?”

“Listen, I know how hard our program can be, and I appreciate how hard you work. You deserve a quiet place to work.”

“Are you complimenting me?”

“Don’t make me change my mind...and what would I do if the competition suddenly dropped out?” He tapped the table with his fingertips. “That wouldn’t be very much fun.”

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Jeonghan’s study room was simple, just like all the others in the library. It was stark, white, the tables were a bit banged up and the white board was riddled with little ink remnants. There were glass windows nearly everywhere so you could overlook both the outdoors and the rest of the library on the opposite wall. As the two of you entered, he calmly closed all the blinds.

“No distractions right?” He looked back to you.

“...do you have something that you need to get done too?”

“Not really. I’ve submitted a good chunk of my thesis for review.”

Of course he had.

“I’m just waiting to hear back.”

He crossed the room to sit directly next to you, slinging his legs up on the table and taking out that same book from earlier: it had some pretentious title that you had never heard of before.

“Don’t mind me.” He chided your straying eyes. “I’m only staying to lock the door after you.”

“I-I’m not...” Your eyes feel back to your computer and you typed at your keyboard just to fill the sound of the quiet room.

Sitting this close to you, you could smell that dizzyingly sweet smell of his again.

You loathed him for the way that he could be doing nothing and you could be enthralled in merely that.

Jeonghan’s eyes didn’t leave his page. “The more that you look at me, the less you’re working.”

You hadn’t even noticed.

“I guess I’m more distracting than I thought.”

Furious heat rose from the pit of your stomach to the tips of your ears.

“What the hell do you get off on?” You spat.

He calmly placed his book on the table. “What are you referring to?”

“For the past three years, you haven’t left me alone for a single second, you-you always do everything that I do like you’re on some kind of sick quest to prove that you’re better than me, better than anyone else--”

“--You think that I’m copying you?”

“Wha-what else would you be doing?”

“--Getting an education? God, you think that I’m the attention whore, aren’t you hearing yourself?? You must think that I’m obsessed with you.”

“What is it then? A superiority complex so fucking huge--”

“--You’re asking what it is that I want?”

You nodded back with heaving breaths.

“What I get off on? Well...” Jeonghan chuckled a little and raked his hands through his brown strands. “You don’t deserve to know. But there is one thing that I’ve wanted for a while that I haven’t been able to get my hands on. I suppose that’s what I want most.”

“And that is?”

Tentatively, he rose his hand nearer to you, saying nothing, his aura shifting from cocky to intrigued. At first, his fingers traced over the skin of your hand as if he was drawing little pictures into it. After he brushed his hand up your arm to weave a little strand of your hair around his fingers.

“I said you don’t deserve to know.”

You must have been in a daze; some kind of waking intoxication before your thoughts could catch up with your actions. It was almost as if you weren’t thinking anything at all, but where acting on prime instinct. Your whole body screamed with utter frustration: every word that he spoke to you make you loathe him even more, you wouldn’t ever let him get away with it.

There was something that you too wanted most, no matter how abhorrent it was.

Your thighs squeezed into his sides where you had straddled him in his chair, holding on to him so tightly it hurt your muscles. The haste on your lips on his was messy and hot, a smearing of skin and teeth crashing together with fury, tongues rolling off eachother with an undeniable hunger. His arms didn’t wrap around you but rather clawed in your hair, pulling slightly at the roots while he pulled you in impossibly close. The mixing of your gasping breaths together where whiny and yearning. As he kissed into you, his lips curled into a devilish smile.

In your arousal, you shoved your hips into his lap, grinding down into your excitement and seeking some from him. To your surprise, you could feel his hardening dick which only made you weaker. All the hundreds of little fantasies that you had held so secret started to dance in your mind; your darkest thoughts pleaded for him to destroy you, to ravage you, just as you had imagined.

Jeonghan’s lips tore from your own which he had worked until they were swollen. He mouthed down your jaw to your neck, sucking at the skin with no chance of mercy, he pulled and sucked until you could only pathetically beg for him to slow down for fear of him breaking the skin.

He stopped immediately to pull your shirt over your head and pick up his work there. The wet of his gorgeously plump lips on your skin was as perfect as you had imagined and it sent shivers echoing through all your limbs.

“Jeong-Jeonghan--”

This time you perfectly aware that it was indeed his name that would escaping off your tongue.

“You dumb slut, you thought I didn’t know that you wanted me?”

“You-you want me too?”

Jeonghan worked at the buttons on your pants.

“Wanting implies that I like you. What I want most is to make you my toy. There’s a difference.”

You mumbled out the words knowing exactly how he would take them. “I’m not a fucking toy.”

Jeonghan tsked and unbuttoned his own shirt. “You don’t get to decide that.”

You drew your fingers down his model-like toned chest, marveling in the pink lines. Jeonghan grunted in response, taking you by the underside of your thighs to throw you down on your back against the hard plastic. Once he had the chance, he ridded you of your bottoms, running his hands up your inner legs to send you reeling. For a couple seconds, you could have sworn that he had stopped to admire your body, but he wouldn’t let you tell too easily.

“That door isn’t locked.”

“What? Are you scared that someone could walk in? Scared to for someone to see you all splayed out like this?” He rose to kiss up your stomach and up to your nipples. He flicked them between his fingers. “To have someone see me making a wreck of you?”

“N-no.”

With saliva drying on your sensitive buds, they turned hard in seconds when they met the air. Jeonghan wasn’t hesitant to pull at them with his teeth slightly, making you whine for him even more.

“What should I do to you first?”

One of his hands trickled down your body to palm at your quivering sex, slick with your excitement for him and aching for the smallest of touches.

“You want it that bad? Stupid whore.”

Your hand ventured down to tease at his own dick over the fabric of his slacks.

“You want it that bad?”

“Get off.” He growled at you, then took you by the arms to jerk you off of the table and onto your knees at the floor. Under your knees, the burn of the carpet stung. His belt buckle jingled a little as he hooked a finger in to remove it. Afterword, he shook his pants off followed by his briefs, springing loose his twitching member with the tip pink. He combed his fingers through your hair while he tapped his dick against your lips.

“Fucking take it.”

You would have fought him on it, but you succumbed out of your pure curiosity over his girth.

At first, you coaxed him into your mouth, not going in too deep as you were fearful about his length. Regardless, you took him in as best as you could, hollowing out your cheeks and throat, sucking with your lips and grabbing at his legs.

Jeonghan hissed out a sigh, letting himself fall further into the warmth of your mouth. He pushed at your head slightly, bringing you in just deep enough to trigger your gag reflex.

“Mmm there you go.” He cooed.

You kept going as he liked it, gradually working up in pace while it got a bit harder and harder for you to catch your breath.

“That’s as deep as you can go? Can’t even take a dick into your throat?”

His grip on your head tightened.

Jeonghan whispered, “Squeeze my leg if you want me to stop.” before helping your head all the way down, causing you to gag even harder and for tears to well in your eyes. “That’s more like it.”

He continued guiding your head, and slobber started to form around your mouth You felt so weak and pliable around him, he was thankless aside from the tiny moans he would let escape past his lips for you.

Usable as you felt, it was still a deliciously addictive feeling.  

All at once, he tore out of your mouth to bring you back up to your feet. In seconds he had turned you around to bend over the plastic tabletop, elbows digging into the cool surface. By now, you were practically dripping for him with knees and legs weak from kneeling. He kicked your legs open farther, gifting your ass a piercing slap that stung, then another followed after.

“Hungry for my cock, hmm?”

He teased your entrance without warning, sending your body crumbling over the table into a mess of whimpers and curses clenched behind your teeth. His lithe fingers were your fantasy come to life.

“I-I can’t wait any longer...” You urged him on.

Jeonghan pushed your face into the table then slid his fingers above to curl around your neck. He encircled around the skin slowly, then dug in to close your airway. You choked out desperate little sounds, then he entered you carefully, making sure that you felt every part of him.

“Hmm. Pretty...” He allowed you. Even though it was just one word of praise, you reveled in it.

His pale fingers choked you harder for a few more seconds until he properly got his pace inside of you, letting go to hold you by your waist. Once again, he clapped his hand into your skin as he fucked into you. All you could manage to do with your hands was claw helplessly at the smooth tabletop seeking some kind of balance that was nowhere to be found. He grazed the deepest and most sensitive spot within you and you felt yourself nearly reaching your climax.

“I-is that all that you can do?” You turned his confidence back against him, spurring him on just as you had wanted. He snapped his hips even faster, groaning out as he neared his release.

“My pretty little fucktoy. You’re all mine? Got it?”

Jeonghan leaned over your back to pant the words into your ear.

“Fucking say it.”

“I-I’m...” Your focus was scrambled as your orgasm pooled within.

“I’m yours...your...pretty-mm-fucktoy.”

Jeonghan came inside of you with white heat, pulsating forcefully, with you following soon after while he milked himself with your walls. Even as you still came down, he rolled his hips into you over and over until your whole body was shaking helplessly.

“That’s right.” He pulled out, then pulled your legs apart to watch his cum fall out of your hole.

Jeonghan laughed to himself, “Thank you for giving me what I wanted.”

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Care for a dance?; Itadori Yuuji

Prompt: Satoru holds a sort of prom for students, you anxiously wait for Yuuji. But when he arrives, he says some things you’ve been waiting to hear forever.

pairing: Itadori Yuuji x fem!reader

genre: Fluff!

Word count: 1,583

This is my first ever fanfiction, I hope to get better in the future but I hope you all enjoy! <3 also, if you would like to make requests, feel free to do so!

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You made your way across the dance floor, eyes glued to the entrance as you waited for that one pink-haired boy to walk through. 

You sighed heavily, leaving against the wall, drink in hand. 

Damn sorcerers and their dramatic antics

You chuckled beside yourself. It's not like you yourself were not a sorcerer, you were quite skilled in the cursed arts, in fact. However, in an attempt to give the tech students a sense of “normalcy” from other schools, Satoru decided to have the students set up their own mini prom. You were against the idea at first, alongside Medumi (although you weren't sure if he was actually listening to what Gojo had to say in the first place), but Itadori’s eyes practically glowed at the idea of a western-type dance. 

“Please y/n! Doesn’t it sound fun?? A dance and lights and music and--”

“Fine, yuuji,” you sighed as Satoru beamed in contempt. You quickly turned away from Itadori’s puppy eyes. But you couldn't just say no to him, and you weren’t quite sure why. 

Because you like him dumbass

“Oooh, so does this mean we get to see y/n in a dress for once?” a mouth appeared on the side of Itadori’s face, cutting off your train of thought.

Itadori slapped his own face, hard.

“Aww,” you teased. “Does Sakuna want to see some skin?”

Itadori blushed, but quickly slapped a hand over his arm as it spoke, “No, well of course, but it would be nice to see Yuji here get all flustered.”

“S-shut up!”

You laughed, as much as a threat Sakuna was, you had to admit he had his quirks. Itadori glanced toward Satoru in a silent plea to change the subject. The teacher complied, laying out the rules and dress code for the event.

“Hehe, have fun with this one kids, I'm off to do some sight-seeing.” and with that he turned and walked off.

“This is pathetic, why do I have to get wrapped up in this shit,” Megumi growled, also striding off toward the direction of his dorm. 

You heard a distinct whispering from behind you, which you assumed was most likely Sukuna saying something to Itadori. When you turned back around, said pink-haired boy made brief eye-contact with you before quickly looking away with his hand on his cheek.

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That interaction led you to where you were now, leaning against the wall alone in a dress that made you feel like suffocating. 

Well, you thought. At least I look good

You wondered what Itadori would be wearing, would he think you looked good? Would he even notice you? Or would he steer himself in the direction of a taller girl with a nicer ass? 

You sighed, shaking your head to get rid of the thoughts.

“It’s not like it matters anyway.”

“Oh? What doesn’t matter?” 

You choked on your drink as you turned to see Satoru looking ravishing as ever in a black suit, leaning over you with his drastic height.

“Oh- uh, … nothing in particular,” you swallowed thickly.

Gojo smirked,”Well if that’s the case… he should be here shortly by the way.”

You scowled at your teacher as he chuckled and dashed off while you heard expensive shoes click clack against the polished floor. Megumi and Itadori had arrived.

“Yo, y/n!” Itadori waved while bouncing excitedly. Megumi nodded in acknowledgement, giving you a once over before taking off towards where Satoru wandered off.  You had to admit, Yuuji looked….well, good. Really good. The dress shirt he wore fitted him perfectly, accenting his hair and eyes as he moved even in the slightest.

He cleaned up well.

Itadori came up to you, snack in hand, stopping in his tracks as he got a good glimpse of you. “You look, uh, well- you look really--”

“You look smokin’ y/n” Sakuna made yet another surprise appearance on Itadori’s hand.

“Ahh! Nevermind him, sorry I was just going to say--”

You Interrupted,  “So I don't look smokin’?”

His eyes widened and he took a step back, “N-no, I just think you look… pretty.”

You cackled, noise being drawn out by the music blaring and flashing lights decorating the space. “Relax, Yuji I was just teasing.”

His shoulders dropped somewhat, releasing the tight grip he had over his hand where Skuna’s smart-mouth was. His eyes glanced over your form, noticing how the dress fell over your frame.

“It sure turned out kinda nice, huh?” You asked, turning to face him head on.

“Yeah… the music is amazing too! I dont think ive heard this song before.”

“Really? It’s such an overplayed song in my opinion.”

Yuji’s face grimaced, “Ill be right back, hold on a second.” 

Your smile fell as he walked away, but quickly you became confused as he wandered up to the DJ, whispering something in his ear, looking back at you and smiling.

The pop-song had ended just as he made his way back to your side. Your stomach tingled as he approached, turning as he stood flush against your shoulder. 

“Hey y/n… uh,” he kicked his foot against the ground a second.

Wait… there's a slow song starting, did he-- no way, your eyes widened at the realization of what he had requested at the boothe. No freakin way--

“Do you wana dance?” he choked out, practically shouting so he could be heard above the speakers blasting soft notes across the stage. 

You stared at his outstretched hand in surprise, you thought your little crush had been completely one-sided. There was no way-

“y/n?” 

You snapped back into reality, he was asking for a dance, it didn't mean anything, right?

“Y-yeah, of course!” you stammered, tripping over your words.

Thank god it’s dark in here

He beamed, grabbing your hand and leading you out onto the dance floor. He hesitated a bit with his other hand, nervously laying it on your waist where there was a bit of fabric covering it. He seemed to choke back some words, opening his mouth and closing it promptly as your body was held flush against him.

Your face was red hot as you fell into place against him, linking your hands around his neck. Which felt surprisingly strong. 

“Uh… anything on my neck?” Yuuji glanced down, peering at you oddly. 

“O-oh, no nothing. Just lost in thought I guess.”

He smiled, which caused your chest and stomach to practically be set on fire at the sight of it. You needed to get your shit together.

“Hey,” he began. “You… look really pretty tonight. And, yeah I know I already said that, but like ya know… i'm glad you came.”

“Well,” you start, trailing your hand up his neck. “ I couldn’t disappoint Sukuna now could I?”

Yuuji huffed, obviously irritated at the mention of his crazed possessor. 

“Yeah … well it’s not like his compliment actually matters.”

You chuckled, admiring the way he looked down at you, swaying your bodies in perfect synchrony. You admired the features on his face, trailing down to the little freckles and marks underneath his eyes.

Damn, you bit your lip, he’s really attractive.

“O-oh?”

You froze. Ah shit, did you say that out loud?

Yuuji looked down at you, eyes wide and mouth slightly parted.

Thankfully, the slow song came to an end and you let go of him. But, Yuuji’s arms stayed locked in place, not letting you out of his grasp so easily. 

“You really think that?”

Your stomach churned, chest tightening in the realization that yeah, you said he was cute.

“W-well,” you stammered, looking everywhere but him. “I mean.. Maybe..?”

Finally letting go, you both walked back over to the dark corner where he found you.

“Do you wana go outside? It’s kinda stuffy in here..” You trailed off, still refusing to look him in the eye after your previous embarrassment.

He followed after you, grabbing the door for you and holding it open so you could pass through first. Glancing up, you noticed how beautiful it was outside. Moon casting a beautiful glow down on the both of you, you caught his eye.

“Listen, uh y/n.” He blushed, bringing his hand up to scratch the back of his head nervously. “I really want to get something off my chest..”

“Yeah?” You looked up at him, causing his own heart to skip a beat.

“I- I think I really like you. And, I don’t mean it in a friendly way… well obviously not in a creepy way, but; I just catch myself wanting to be near you, and I think about you all the time”

He glanced at you quickly before looking out ahead of him, your gaze burning into him.

“I… just really want to protect you and kiss you? Is that weird? God, that’s weird. You know what nevermind this was stupid. Listen, I need to go--”

You grabbed his hand before he would run away.

“Come here you big idiot.”

Mustering everything you had inside of yourself, you grabbed his cheeks and slammed your lips on top of his. At first he was frozen, his biggest fantasy finally coming to life. He eased into the kiss, hugging you closer to himself as he cupped one half of your face.

Pulling away you giggled, “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.”

He smiled dreamily down at you, eyes glazed over in a sense of euphoria.

“D-do you wanna do that again?”

You grabbed his face once more, smiling into the kiss. 

“Fucking finally,” Sukuna’s mouth grinned from the side of Yuuji’s face.

[schnitzelbutterfingers]

To Someone Special (Ethan Ramsey x f!MC)

notes: happy holidays! please take the time to celebrate with your family and friends. 2020 was an egregious year, but let’s thank god for letting us survive through the whole COVID pandemic. let’s pray for everyone to get through this. 

anyways, here is my christmas present to you all, wrapped with some angst and fluff! ethan’s ex-girlfriend from his med school days who cheated on him with another ‘friend’ (and no, it’s not tobias :)) makes an appearance hehe. forgive me if there are any spelling mistakes and grammar errors, and as always enjoy! (ɔ◔‿◔)ɔ ♥

(i felt like this was similar to @jamespotterthefirst ‘s fic ‘Fake Husband/Wife’, so i asked permission to write this, and she gave me it. shoutout to bree!)

summary: On Christmas, 10 years ago, he gave his heart to a girl. The very next day, she gave it away. This Christmas, to save him from tears, Ethan will give it to someone special.

pairing(s): dr. ethan ramsey x f!mc (dr. abigail ‘abby’ chacko) || mentions of past dr. ethan ramsey x dr. aubrie zavala

warning(s): angst (mentions of cheating) and fluff (mentions of proposal)

word count: 1999

** i suggest you listen to ‘last christmas’ by wham! :) **

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‘The most wonderful time of the year.’

If it were years ago, Ethan would chuckle at the preposterousness of this statement. 

To everyone else, the Christmas season is full of jubilation, nostalgia and generosity. Giving and donating had become a peculiarity of the days neighboring the observed holiday, street-corners crowded with Santas ringing golden bells. 

Houses twinkled with multi-colored and pulsing lights, bouncing off the crystalline white snow. Inside the houses, trees glimmered with more colorful lights and various decorative ornaments. Christmas colors added sumptuousness. Classic poinsettias are tied, and candy canes add some idiosyncrasy, dangling from the mouths of exhilarated children. Joyful music and golden bells can be heard from everyone’s car.

To the senior doctor, it’s dissimilar. Christmas means more work to do at the hospital. Emergency rooms are filled with injured patients who were looking forward to blithesome moments with their friends and family. The roads are slick with shiny ice, vehicles slipping across the road to hit the one next to it or a broad tree. And the mistletoe. On one occasion, he had to escape an elderly grandmother with wrinkly skin and gray hair, who was convinced that he was Bob Dylan. Yet he wasn’t even an accurate replica and they didn’t sound the same.

Seeing other interns and derisory people kiss under the mistletoe makes him turn away with disgust. He cordially hated PDA. Well, that is, until he met her.

When Ethan met Abigail, however, he felt some sort of attraction to her, something he couldn’t escape from, no matter how hard he tried. Her compassion, her wit, her charm, her intelligence, her everything. 

It felt like some sort of grip she had, her usual chocolate aroma, big brown eyes, wavy hair, and her milky skin all holding on to him like a police officer would do to a criminal. And it’s addicting.

But now, looking at his Rookie from across their luxurious bedroom, getting ready for the Christmas Gala hosted by Bloom Edenbrook Hospital, he started to look forward to the breathless moments under the mistletoe. On second thought, why does he need to kiss Abby under the mistletoe when he can kiss her anywhere? They are officially dating, after all.

He wanted to satisfy her and hear her singing goofily along with the carols in their cars. He wanted to see her tastefully decorate their penthouse with stockings, ornaments, a garland. He wanted to see her making sticky toffee pudding and her longtime favorite gulab jamuns, even if he claims he doesn’t like sugar. She, in return, would constantly mock him, prompting him of the day when he focused his eyes on the delicious chocolate bar in the vending machine at the hospital. He wanted it all with her.

Abby was adorning a long sleeve crimson velvet dress, strikingly showing some cleavage. She wore a generous split from her right thigh down, parading her creamy legs. She looked divine. She looked like heaven. The red gown made her look scandalous. 

She cleared her throat, smirking at him staring at her. “Are you finished?”

“You look...” The more conventional doctor was at a loss of words, looking at her up and down. He started from her soiled velvet heels, moving up to her wavy cafe hair.

“...sinful.”

Abby flashed him a sly grin. “Why, thank you, Doctor. You don’t look too bad yourself.”

Indeed he doesn’t. Ethan sported a matching outfit, a suit with a red velvet coat black shirt and a crimson bowtie.

“I can’t wait to come back after this gala. You’re making me lose my patience.”

She chortled, lovely music to his ears. “Then what are you waiting for? Let’s go!”

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The gala invited all the hospitals in Boston, including Mass Kenmore. It was being held at The Seaport World Trade Center, one of the largest venues in the city. Ethan and Abby arrived at the front of the venue, walking towards the entrance. Inside, a waiter took them to the very front table, the one where their seats were reserved.

They were recognized as the ‘rich couple’ and the ‘power couple’ of Edenbrook. It was no surprise that some of the doctors decided to gossip about them, stating how they match and look excellent together. Some women were jealous, and Abby could feel covetous eyes burning behind her back. The male doctors were also envious of Ethan, that he got to be with the young graceful doctor. In return, Ethan winded his protecting arm tighter around her slim waist, a clear mark that she is his. Only his. 

The front table additionally included Naveen, Harper, Tanaka, and Tobias Carrick. When Ethan and Tobias faced encountered other at the front table, the Mass Kenmore doctor somehow took his hand out, waiting for the famous diagnostician to shake it. Ethan was stupefied at first, but then he remembered what Tobias did for them, saving his Rookie from the maitotoxin. After a rare moment Ethan shook it, sending the latter a faint smile, to which he returned. Abby beamed at their interaction, glad that they finally cleared the air that had been surrounding them for more than a decade.

Naveen greeted both of them with a hearty hug, and Harper sent both of them a pleasant smile. The Chacko looked around the decorated room to discover her friends, all relaxing at a table. When she spotted them, she gave them a huge wave, to which they imitated back. It relaxed her to have Ethan and her friends in the same room, forgetting about the upcoming discussions with the money-eating scumbags who only care about wealth and not for the wellbeing of their patients.

Tobias and Ethan sat between Abby, and all the seats were filled except for one.

As if interpreting her thoughts, Tobias sought a confused question. “Are we expecting someone else at our table?”

“I believe we are,” Naveen answered.

The young doctor wanted to talk to her friends for a little while. Otherwise, everyone was roaming around, mingling with people.

Ethan seemed to detect this because he leaned in to whisper to her ear. “If you want to hang out with your friends, you can go ahead. It’s understandable, if you’re bored, as am I. Besides, I’ll just talk to Tobias.”

Abby sent him a grateful smile, not only for excusing her, but because he wanted to talk to his old (former?) friend. She was genuinely happy that their relationship is getting better and better.

In return, she bestowed him a kiss on his cheek and went to the table across the room, where her colleagues are. 

Her friends said the usual. Bryce and Kyra are dating, and they adopted a puppy after moving in together. Sienna doesn’t think she will move on from Danny, and that her heart will always belong to him, but the enormous pain had subsided. Elijah and Phoebe went on another date which had gone really well. Jackie’s debt is under control, and she said that she felt at peace and tranquility. 

After she had finished socializing, she looked back to her reserved table, where she saw a woman, a rather charming one, probably in her 30s. She had raven hair and porcelain skin, and was assuming a royal blue dress with an elegant split across her left thigh, displaying her beautiful legs. Standing next to her boyfriend. Being too touchy with her man. Abby was ordinarily not the type to be jealous, but looking at the woman made herself feel ugly.

Her eyes went to Ethan, who had a horrified look on his face. They moved to Tobias who had a similar expression. Naveen and Harper both had uncomfortable looks.

The latter captured her eye and came up to her.

Abby was confused, so she decided to convey this confusion to Carrick. “Is everything alright at our table? Is that woman the last person to occupy the empty seat?”

Carrick sighed deeply. “She... is Dr. Aubrie Zavala. Another famous diagnostician... She is also Ethan’s ex-girlfriend.”

That’s when she glanced back at their table and saw both of them arguing.

Tobias must have noted this because he replied, “Ethan and Aubrie are both arguing now. Back in Hopkins, she cheated on with another med student named Dillan, I think. And it was at Christmas. Now Aubrie wants him back.”

The cacophonous racket heard in the auditorium drained away from the ears of the young doctor, and the sounds of warning bells replaced it. 

What the hell am I supposed to do to grab her butt off the table?

Suddenly, an idea popped into her head. She examined her bag and found a fake diamond ring. Her mother gave this to her; she saw this at the store and found it pretty. Abigail always kept it in her bag, a reminder that her mom loves her. It looks real, so this can work. The Chacko placed the ring on her left ring finger. Tobias, knowing what Abby was about to do, gave her a wink. She smiled back and walked over to their table.

“Babe? What’s wrong?” Abby asked innocently. Ethan’s oceanic eyes widened as he saw the mischievous gleam in her coffee eyes. 

The woman, who was now dubbed Aubrie, turned around to look at her with a grim expression. 

“Babe?” Aubrie threatened lowly, “Who the hell do you think you are, calling my Ethan ‘babe’?” Oh, this girl has it coming.

Abby offered her a fierce smile, showing off her properly ‘engagement’ ring. “Well, I’m pretty sure I called my fiancée babe, right Ethan?” 

Instantly, Ethan understood. She wanted to play as his wife-to-be now, did she? Well, that can be easily arranged, Ethan smirks, deciding to play along.

“Well, you see, Dr. Zavala, you do remember how I love hearing the opera, don’t you? I took Abby to one of my favorite operas named Carmen, and I proposed to her there. She cried happy tears and said ‘yes’.”

Aubrie’s furious face slowly drained of color, as she realized they are engaged. She now has to live with the regrets from the past. Her violent hands started to shake a little as she realized who she was arguing with the whole time.

“Wait, are you Dr. Abigail Chacko? One of the youngest doctors in America, Sister of the famous surgeon Sebastian Chacko, the youngest member of Edenbrook’s diagnostic team, and the person who cured Dr. Naveen Banerji?” Zavala asked slowly, her shrill voice starting to grow tense.

Abby, on the other hand, was having too much fun with this. “Bingo! You got it right!”

Right away, when she said that, Aubrie reluctantly left the whole table, stomping on the way like a teenager. Naveen and Harper both had amusing smiles on their faces, Tobias tried not to choke on his wine, and Ethan had the biggest smirk ever. 

Abby took off her fake ring and placed it in her bag. At once, Ethan gave her a sounding kiss on her plump lips, not minding anyone any attention. 

“How did you know I had a pretty rough time here?” Ethan asked curiously. 

She smiled triumphantly. “Well, I saw all of your uncomfortable faces at the table when Aubrie was here. Tobias saw me and gave me an explanation to what was happening. I’m so sorry you had to go through that during your med school days.”

Ramsey gently stroked her smooth and delicate cheek. “It’s fine. Besides, I got an even better woman right here.” 

Tobias cleared her throat. “I’m sorry, but can you please just continue this later at home? I’m tryna drink some good wine here.”

Everyone snorted, but Ethan’s mind went back to the actual engagement ring he bought for her at their penthouse, stored inside one of his worn-out shoes. He was actually planning to propose to her tomorrow, on Christmas Day. 

Taking her to one of my favorite operas named Carmen, proposing to her there.

Oh, he can’t wait for this chaotic day to be over.

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[samanthadalton]

Thank you for writing my Poppy sketchbook request!! I loved it! 😭😭💕💕

Anyways, I have another idea: Poppy and MC doing body shots at a frat party!

I'm so sorry I keep requesting stuff. Hehe

I’m really glad you loved it anon it means a lot. Sorry if you were waiting a while for this one because I’m working through the requests now, I hope you enjoy it 💖💖

pairings: Poppy x mc

(Takes place after chapter 7 of queen b) 

taglist: @cloud9in @somewillwin @baexpoppy @save-me-the-last-dance @helpconfusedpersonhere @dopeyouth (i forgot i had a taglist for poppy but if you wanna be added on in future fics let me know 😁)

word count: 2.3k (its a long one) 

Body Shots 

The party at the frat house is in full swing, music blaring from the speakers, the pulsating and infectious beat echoing throughout the entire house. Every inch of the house is filled with drunk college students, all immersed in the party, drinking, dancing, playing beer pong and the classic, hooking up. 

Poppy Min Sinclair stands in the corner of the living room, a scowl etched on her face as she observes her surroundings. Veronica’s nowhere to be seen, undoubtedly live streaming for her picta fans and after many gruelling hours of begging and pleading, Chloe was back at the queen b’s side as her number 2. Chloe looks at the party-goers longingly, wishing she could join in on the fun but with Poppy in a sour mood tonight there’s no chance of that happening. After throwing away her remaining self worth to get back into the strawberry blonde’s good graces, she was not about to mess it up again by ditching her. 

You hover at the front door of the frat house, self-conscious about being in the public eye after weeks of hiding since Poppy released that embarrassing hog calling video. Everywhere you went, you were met with stares, laughs and even a student or two who would mock you. 

“Girl stop worrying” Zoey says reassuringly placing her hand on your shoulder, “everyone’s practically forgotten about the video.” 

You glare at Zoey indignantly, and then roll your eyes, “no they haven’t. I mean yesterday someone literally sent hay to our dorm room. Maybe this was a bad idea.” You turn away from the door and begin walking away. Zoey chases after you, her hand firmly clasps your arm as she tugs you towards the door. 

“Bea, pleaseeeee. Tonight is all about getting drunk and having fun. Please stay” She bats her eyelashes while giving you the puppy eyes treatment and your doubts start to dissipate.

You stand a little straighter, giving Zoey a resolute nod, “you’re right.” You begin mentally steeling yourself as you stare down the Alpha’s front door, which somehow looks way more intimidating than the first time you were here. 

Zoey ushers you in through the front door where you are met by a half naked, unmistakably drunk, Ford who throws his arms around both you and Zoey, “looks who’s hereeee.” he takes a swig from the cup in his hand, “we were hoping you would come Bea.” 

“Really?” you raise an questioning eyebrow at Ford who replies with an eager nod, pulling both you and Zoey into the living room. He motions at the dj who gives him a knowing nod, and the music suddenly changes and the sounds of your hog calling, which begins to echo throughout the entire frat house, evoking an assortment of reactions. All the students turn to look at you, humour written all over their faces while embarrassment is on yours. You look around the room and your gaze meets Poppy, whose lips quirk up, her eyes glimmering with amusement as she stares you down. You feel like you’re staring right at the face of the devil itself, and anger begins to flood through your body.

Zoey looks at you apologetically once the normal music resumes and she draws you into a hug, and mumbles an apology in your ear, “we can go if you want you.” 

You eyes once again roam the room, most students once again indulging in the party while some gawk at you, finding the ordeal humorous. You mind drifts to Poppy and how infuriating she is, because this is all her fault. You shake out of your reverie and softly shake your head, “no.” Zoey raises a worried eyebrow at you, “I came here to get drunk so that’s exactly what I’m going to do.” You both walk over to the keg, pouring yourself and Zoey some beer in some plastic red solo cups and drain the entire thing within seconds before refilling it. 

“You might want to take it slow,” Zoey says, as she carefully sips her beer. 

“Nope, I need to forget the last couple of weeks existed,” you raise the cup almost as if you're doing a toast before downing the rest of it. You sharply inhale as you feel the alcohol beginning to warm your body, and you feel yourself starting to feel more at ease. You’re about to pour yourself another cup until a familiar voice comes up behind you, and it takes everything in you not to roll your eyes. 

“I see the Alpha’s are doing their regular charity work by taking in a stray,” her voice crackles with detest as she looks you over, but you notice her eyes lingering on your body but you don’t blame her since the dress you’re wearing is doing wonders for your figure. 

“I’m pretty sure you’ve already used a line like that before Pops, don’t tell me you’re losing your touch already?” you give her a little smirk, her eyes glowering at the sound of the nickname you’ve given her but she brushes over it and returns a demonic smile. 

“Hmm, maybe it’s because my point still stands. You don’t belong here. Maybe you’ll be better off on that farm of yours, getting down and dirty with the pigs than the frat boys.” 

“You didn’t mind getting down and dirty with me a few weeks ago.” Chloe who’s standing behind Poppy gives a small gasp, while Zoey stares at you, mouth hanging open. Poppy however, stares at you, all sense of amusement wiped from her face as a fire begins to burn in her eyes. 

Poppy turns her head slightly, speaking over her shoulder, “leave us now.” her voice commanding, and Chloe awkwardly migrates into the party. A few seconds later Poppy raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow at Zoey, “why are you still here new money? Did befriending Farmsville cause you to lose brain cells or something?” Zoey sputters and looks to, waiting for your answer. 

“It’s okay Zo, go and enjoy the party. One of us should be able to without feeling like the air is being sucked out of the room.” Poppy lets out a small huff but Zoey obliges and walks but not before mouthing, “you and Poppy?”. You respond with a wink and then you’re left with the strawberry blonde who’s just staring daggers at you. 

“Listen here you oversized gremlin” she takes a menacing step towards you, but you stand your ground no matter how much steam is coming out of her ears, “you weren’t even that good in bed so I wouldn’t get all high and mighty if I were you.” 

“Funny, because I remember you screaming out my name.” 

“Hmm, I remember you begging me to say yours.” she retorts, with less sass but her tone almost seductive. As the air between you intensifies, Poppy does something you would never expect, she looks away. 

“So what’s her majesty doing in a place like this? You clearly aren’t having any fun?” You begin refilling your drink while Poppy’s face twists in disgust. 

“You’re still talking to me?” 

You roll your eyes, “Why are you always such an uptight bitch? Does it ever kill you to have some fun?” 

“I have fun Farmsville. I’m just not a juvenile like you, finding entertainment in the most banal things.” 

Maybe it was the alcohol, or just plain boredom, you’re not sure but something within you sparks a challenge as you raise an eyebrow at Poppy and say, “prove it.” Maybe Poppy’s feeling the same way as you, because her eyes mirror your exact feelings when she gives you a small grin. 

“Okay Farmsville, but first I need a drink.” You lift up your cup towards Poppy who pushes it away with disgust, “no a real drink.” 

As the party blazes on, Poppy leads you to a secret room within the Alpha house which is a replica of a bar, only smaller but you repress making a joke about how it’s a literal minibar. 

Poppy reaches behind pulling out a bottle of tequila and looks at you with a devious glint in her eye. “Now we can have fun.” She takes out two glasses, pouring out a drink for you both, and you both quickly down the drink. You slightly wince as the tequila burns your throat but Poppy seems unaffected as she refills the glasses again. 

“Damn,” 

Poppy raises a cocky eyebrow at you, “bet you didn’t think I could hold my own Farmsville.” 

“I’ll have to remember to not underestimate you.” 

“You have a habit of underestimating me Farmsville, just know I will never back down” she runs a finger down your chest, and you sharply inhale as you gaze into her eyes. As the atmosphere intensifies you find yourself almost drowning in Poppy’s brown doe eyes, and you begin to slowly lean in, Poppy notices your expression and quickly lifts her glass blocking your face and drinks it all before setting the glass down hard. “You’re falling behind Farmsville.” 

You quickly grab the other glass draining the contents before giving her a small grin, “please, I could literally drink you under the table.” 

Without missing a beat Poppy retorts, “but could you drink off me on the table.” her voice commandeering with confidence. In the moments that follow, Poppy easily unzips her dress and slips out of it, before hopping up on the counter and reaching behind grabbing a lime wedge and a few salt packets. She eyes bore into yours as you helplessly appraise her body, your mind flashing back to the night you had sex with her, and how perfect her body felt against yours. How her nails dug into your back leaving red marks all over it, but the pleasure was too much for you to care about it. As your eyes travel back up Poppy’s body you reach her eyes, which are glimmering with humour. “So?” She lifts up a salt packet in her hand, “are we going to do this or are you too much of a coward?” 

You step forward daringly, and take the salt packet from her hand before licking your own hand and sliding it down Poppy’s chest, the substance of your saliva sticking to it. You rip open the salt packet with your teeth, while maintaining eye contact and slowly guide the strawberry blonde’s body down the counter and empty out the contents of the packet onto her chest. Poppy lets out a giggle, her cheeks flushing red as she takes you in. You pour some of the tequila into her belly button and eagerly begin licking her chest, your tongue exploring the swell of her breasts. You hear some light gasps from Poppy as you kiss your way down to her belly button, your lips encircling it as you begin to suck the alcohol out of it. Once you’re done, you move your head up and begin looking for the lime wedge, your brows furrowed with confusion until Poppy opens her mouth and you see the lime wedge between her teeth.

You stare at Poppy before slowly moving down to her mouth and taking the wedge between your own teeth, your lips softly graze together before you tilt your head up, biting down harder on the lime squeezing out all of its juice. You laugh victoriously as Poppy sits up and begins to pull you down onto the counter. 

“My turn.” She begins hastily unzipping your dress and pushes you down onto the counter, as you lie down she straddles your hips. She pours a glass and balances it on your chest. She licks her fore and middle finger before sliding it down your throat and pouring some salt onto it. She delicately places a lime wedge on your lips, your mouth opens slightly biting down on the peel. Poppy leans down and begins to run her tongue down your throat, her tongue caressing it as she licks up every grain of salt before moving down your chest. Her lips curl around the glass as she picks it up with her teeth, emptying its contents, plucking it out of her mouth and moving down to the lime wedge. As she slinks down, your eyes meet hers, as she takes in the lime and begins to bite down on it. While the peel is still in your mouth, she finishes the rest of it, slightly wincing by the time she's done. In that moment you look over at Poppy and her eyes glisten with want and her gaze lingers on your lips. You turn your head spitting out the rest of the wedge, grab the back of Poppy’s neck as your lips come crashing together in a passionate kiss. Her lips taste sour, hints of the lime juice and tequila remaining on them as you nibble on her bottom lip, eliciting a few high pitched moans from the queen b. 

You stay attached at the lips, Poppy’s tongue invitingly tangling with yours, as you kiss her without restraint. Your hands slowly start to trail down her body resting on her hip. You’re about to flip the strawberry blonde over on the counter until the door abruptly opens and a gasp pulls you out of the moment. You look over to see Veronica, phone in hand as she ogles at the two of you. 

Poppy pushes you away, jumping off the counter, “you better not be live streaming Lombardi” her voice quickly sobering up as she glares at the ombre-haired girl. 

“I wasn’t and I’m going to leave. Have fun with whatever this is.” Veronica gestures between the two of you before slinking out of the room and as you get your bearings, you see Poppy already slipping her dress back on. 

“So that’s it huh?” 

Poppy doesn’t answer, her gaze averted from yours, she quickly zips up her dress, before running a hand through her silky hair and moves towards the door. Before she leaves, she turns towards you, “this was fun Farmsville. Maybe one day we’ll continue this in a more private manner.” She gives you a small wink and disappears, leaving you and your whirlwind of thoughts. 

[gojo-jojo]

First Date with Tokoyami

Before the first date:

ok first of all this man would be oblivious as hell

he’d catch you staring at him during agency meetings and he’d be thinking he had something on his face

whenever you’d hand him some paperwork your hands would linger and he’d be like damn she doesnt wanna let go of this? or what?

tbh you’d have to be straight up and be like, “umm.. Tokoyami, c-could.. you .. maybe.. idk.. WOULDYOUWANTTOGOONADATEWITHME?!”

and he’d be like what? and just tilt his head to the side confused because he didn’t really hear you since you mumbled

this guy would make you repeat yourself and you’d have to put yourself through it again 

“would you wanna go on a date with me please?”

he’d be perplexed but ultimately agree because i have a feeling he’s lowkey a hopeless romantic

The first date:

you’d both agree to get some sushi at a semi-fancy sit down restaurant

he’d arrive in his usual cloak while you be looking cute as hell all dressed up and looking gooooOOOOOOdDD

poor man would be tongue tied after seeing you and be like “Y/N you look beautiful. wow. I’m utterly speechless, honestly.”

and then dark shadow would peek out and just nod like a cute little puppy dog

you’d be highkey blushing like crazy but hide it well enough to not let toko see 

the rest of the night would be full of laughter and trying different sushi rolls 

even dark shadow would join in on the fun and poor tokoyami would keep apologizing for dark shadow’s intrusion

and you’d be like “it’s fine, really. i expected him to come out of his shell too hehe.”

this would make TOKOYAMI’S HEART EXPLODE lemme tell u

after eating, you two could walk around a nearby park that has a nice lake, taking in the moonlight

as you two would walk around side to side, dark shadow would be sneaky and push tokoyami closer towards you and make your hands brush against one another’s until tokoyami made a move

tokoyami’s fingers would intertwine with yours and dark shadow would be giggling off to the side, feeling so proud of himself

however, you- you would be happily dying inside

IT WAS ACTUALLY HAPPENING

once you guys grow tired, tokoyami would walk you home and give you the BIGGEST hug and say, “thank you Y/N for tonight. it was delightful. i hope to see you again soon.”

and you’d reply, “we work at the same place, silly.”

poor tokoyami would be flustered “oh, yes. well, you know what I mean. I want to see you again. like this. the two- errr. the three of us, together.”

“of course, toko. good night.”

you’d say this as you gently press a quick peck on his beak

as soon as you do this, you shut the door SO FAST and you don’t get to see tokoyami’s reaction

you’ve got this man’s heart racing and his feathers all ruffled

even dark shadow is freaking out alongside him

toko just smiles to himself thinking damn maybe she is the one

[tarithenurse]

Stolen - 32

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x fem!gifted!reader Content: Oh, yeah...this is not for kids. This is pure filth (which technically is self-contradicting). A bit of bondage, btw. A/N: Just in time to post before night shift begins. Ask or re-blog for tag.

32. Sweet Tooth

...   Loki  ...

Running his tongue over [Y/N]’s throat towards the jaw, he can feel the thrum of her pulse. There’s a sharp sting of fear to her scent but he knows it’ll be overpowered by excitement in less than a minute – Loki’s little minx has an appetite that’s easily awakened when he holds her tight like this. One arm clutching her shoulders against his chest while the other slips to her hip to guide the rounding of a perfect ass against the god’s groin.

“I should punish you.” The words barely reach the woman’s consciousness. “Make you regret telling them about my fear and weakness.”

Tipping her head wantonly, she manages a smirk. “But you won’t.”

“No?”

She grinds softly into his pelvis. “No...’cause you see why it helps the cause.”

Yes. However... “Can’t leave you without supervision, it seems.”

With a swoop, he hoists the mortal into his arms, bridal style, and it only takes a few minutes for him to hurry the rest of the way to their quarters and lock the doors. Finally, he can drop the illusion of a servant.

“Oh, someone’s upset,” [Y/N] teases even as she bounces on the springy mattress where she’s been tossed, “whatcha gonna do? Spank me?”

A flicker of gorgeous images presents themselves in the jotun’s mind; all of them starring the perfect bottom glowing with heat as the owner hangs over Loki’s lap. Even without sound accompanying the fantasy, he knows how her voice would be raw and sultry as she promises to behave.

“Tempting,” he grunts, directing his thoughts to restrain the woman against a bedpost.

Stretched against the carved wood and hands tied above the head, she’s a sight to behold as she bites her lip coyly, sending shivers down the male’s spine and growing erection. She gasps, when he rips the dress off her without a care for the worth of the clothing. Sinful. Breasts bared, thighs rubbing together to relieve thee mounting need.

He takes his time to undress himself, ensuring to feed her imagination. She moans when he clenches a fist around his straining cock.

“You may think you have a power over me, little pet,” Loki groans, “yet looking at you keening for my touch.” Stepping closer, he makes sure she can see the glimmer of pre-cum. “Your body betrays you.”

The smirk is devilish. “I s’pose you’re talking to yourself now?”

One hand buries in [Y/N]’s hair, messing up the locks and tugging her head backwards so he can ravish her throat, jaw, lips. The other one...the other hand’s fingers plays the woman like an instrument, coaxing moans and gasps from her as he strokes the folds of her sex. Pressing two digits against the clit, she’s on the verge of bliss much too soon and he releases her completely.

“N-noo!”

“Yes, my love,” he snickers, “you revealed some of my secrets.”

Puppy eyes. Pouty lips. “Lemme make it up to you!” She makes her intention clear by shifting the gaze to Loki’s cock. Good girl.

Even without gravity, she would have been on her knees before him within a heartbeat with one hand grabbing the base while the other finds leverage on his ass cheek. The days where he thought of [Y/N] as a tool, as a lesser person than he, are long gone and the Jotun knows the moment the lips wrap around the throbbing shaft that she isn’t and never will be at his mercy – rather it’s the opposite. My queen.

...   Reader   ...

Not even in your wildest dream would you be able to fit all of Loki’s cock into your mouth even now when it’s still the pale and slightly smaller version. Slightly. Each time you pull your head backwards, increasing the vacuum created by hollowing cheeks, the tip of your tongue swishes around the hardness until finally flicking across the string underneath the cock head. Oh! Oooh, hehe. A stifled groan evades the god and you can feel the blood pumping underneath your fingers.

Slowly but surely, you increase the speed and abandon any attempt of neatness. Drool runs from the corners of your mouth and down over your chin, and your hair must be a mess now that Loki has buried a fist in it for balance – he doesn’t dare (or maybe he simply can’t) control the pace or depth as he supports himself against the bedpost whenever the knees buckle as you drive him towards the edge.

“No-orns...” he rasps.

Letting the cock slip free of your lips with a plop, you leans back to look up at him through your lashes. “You like?”

“Don’t stop, please.”

Begging? A crooked smile greets him when the god manages to open the eyes at the suddenly slow strokes.  “I’m glad, you’re enjoying it, darling,” you purr, “maybe keep that in mind next time?”

There’s a delay to the wrinkling of his brows as if it takes a second longer than normal for him to understand the words despite the sharp mind of his. “What...what are you talking about?”

Letting go of the raging erection, you get to your feet. “Consider this a hint of what you could have gotten more of...if you hadn’t dangled the empty threat of punishment.”

You know, you’re asking for trouble, but it’s worth it as long as Loki is reminded of who needs who. Who wants who...well that’s a tie.

Reaching out to palm his cock once more, your hand closes around nothing, swept aside by your lover’s hard grasp as he spins you around and pushes you onto the bed face first. Barely managing a single inhalation to recover from the shock, cool hands pull your ass into the air and aligns your throbbing core with the one part you want to feel deep inside you.

“AH!” Even muffled by the mattress, the gasp still fills the room as Loki fills you in one thrust.

He’s talking, probably admonishing you for the rebellious behaviour, but the words are lost on you now that your body is getting what it wants. Deep. Hard. Stretching. Loki is holding back, somehow managing to maintain the Asgardian form with the sleek cock – thankfully, or this would have been toeing past the verge of painful.

... Loki   ...

Oh, he knows this perfect woman has played him and that he is merely giving [Y/N] what she craves, but how is he supposed to stop? Clenching around him, her inner walls are slick and burning hot. And the sounds! Such pretty moans and gasps.

When they reach the pinnacle of ecstasy and tumble over into bliss together, it’s with the names of one another muffled by flesh and pillows.