#jae fic

[eggdrawsthings]

When does a man become a monster? And is he a monster, still, if he  feels nothing but regret and guilt?” [x]

[nino-rox]

ADDICTED | BYEON WOO SEOK X MALE READER | M.A

Content Warning : Sexual themes, Top Wooseok and Bottom Male Reader, Angst, Mature, Use of Drugs (Marijuana), Trigger Warning - emotional /mental abuse, college AU.

Disclaimer : This is a Fan-fiction story written for entertainment purposes only, no part of the story implies or affirms anything regarding real world events or individuals. Please be of the appropriate age ( i.e, Adult as per your country’s stipulations and regulations) before interacting with this post

I woke up feeling cold and lonely in our bed.

When I opened my eyes and saw the empty side of the bed where Woo Seok was supposed to be sleeping I remembered last night and how he just left.

I turned to the side and stared at the empty space where his face would usually rest. It felt so lonely, I almost wanted to cry. I reached over to his side of the bed and touched his pillow, hugging it to my chest and trying to catch any last lingering scent of him.

The scent of him comforted me as I sat in silence for a while, hugging his pillow close.

After a while I got out of bed, I felt so drained, both mentally and physically.

I had hoped last night was just a dream. That maybe he was still here somewhere.

I walked into the kitchen, hoping he'd be there with breakfast and his charming smile. I hoped he would greet me with his arms wide open and tell me he was sorry and that everything was going to be okay. But there was no one in the kitchen. Just an empty table and a lonely chair.

It made me sad. I thought we were finally getting better. That maybe things were looking up for us. We had been fighting a lot lately and things between us had been really rocky. Last night was the last straw for me. I had decided when he get’s back….if…. He gets back…. I need a break.

We hadn't gone on a proper date in months. It seemed like all he wanted to do was stay home, sit on the couch and drink. I tried talking to him about it but he kept avoiding it. I tried bringing up the topic, but every time we would end up in another fight.

We were fighting over such small things lately, things that never used to be a problem, over a towel on the bed, over lights, food, sex, everything.

I couldn’t take it anymore, it felt like we were falling apart and no matter what I did he wouldn't talk to me, he was shutting me out and I was sick of it.

"Why are you making a big deal out of this? Why don't you go out with your stupid friends!" He yelled.

"Because I want to spend time with you!"

“ I can’t with you right now. I need a fucking break. I am so sick and tired of this! Just go, please! I need some fucking air. I am sick of being in this house, with you, all day long. I need to clear my mind. Please just leave me alone." He said and walked away.

"Wait, Wooseok." I ran after him, grabbing him by the arm and turning him around to face me.

"I don't want to be in this house alone right now, if you walk out right now, I WILL hold it against you…I mean it."

He looked at me and for a second I saw a glimpse of the old him. My sweet and kind Woo. He was there. Behind those dark eyes, I saw the same man that I fell in love with. The man that brought me coffee in the morning, and made me laugh so hard, I could barely breathe. Always hung out with me in every class break. The man that always asked how my day was and would bring me a single flower just because. He was there, I knew it.

But as soon as the glimmer came, it disappeared and all that was left was anger and darkness.

"Let go of me."

"NO, Woo Seok, I will NOT let go. Please, talk to me, what's wrong, what is bothering you?"

"You. You are bothering me." He said and snatched his arm from my grasp, walking out and slamming the door behind him.

I was snapped back to reality, realizing that the last words we had exchanged were hateful ones.

I looked down at my hands, the hands that were holding him, and realized I was still clutching his pillow.

I sighed, dropping the pillow to the floor, getting into the bathroom for a shower.

I had to stop thinking about it. It was all in the past, and right now I had a day off from school and no plans...not any more … at least.

I needed to distract myself, I quickly showered, putting on my favorite outfit, the one that I had picked for the date that wasn't going to happen and headed out the door. If he didn’t wanna go to the beach … FINE, I can go.

The sun was setting as I got to the beach, there were a lot of people…and couples… enjoying the weather and the ocean view. It was a beautiful place. The waves crashed onto the shore and the sound was like music to my ears. It calmed me, and made me feel free and happy and since this day is such a bust, I might as well try and enjoy this by getting high.

I walked around a little as the sky grew slightly darker, finding a good spot, laying my towel on the sand, putting my bag and stuff next to me, before lighting up. I was taking in the scenery, the sky was growing darker and the beach was almost empty, most people were leaving, and as the smoke was leaving my lungs, I was already feeling lighter and happier excited about the high to come which would make me forget about all the drama - it was also kinda cold, pretty cold.

As I took another large drag from the joint, I felt the high starting, I was more “aware” of myself and my surroundings, I felt at ease, and it felt like i had let out a breath i dint know i was holding in. Suddenly the stress of the situation began to reduce as my body felt lighter, more fluid and ‘fun’.

I was lost in the sensations of the high, I put on some music, took off my t-shirt and laid down, shut my eyes for a moment, getting comfy in my plush soft blanket.

Suddenly I heard a chuckle, a chuckle full of snark.

"Well, that's certainly a sight, I guess your dates are more fun without me"

I opened my eyes, and was met with his.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I mumbled closing my eyes immediately, not wanting to accept that this was happening.

"Nice way to greet your boyfriend" he replied, and snatched the joint from my hand, taking a long drag.

"You can't just show up here like that, we're supposed to be taking a break, remember? You didn't want me, you made that very clear. I don't have to put up with this, fuck off. Go back to whatever hole you crawled out of"

"Aww Ouchie. That hurt." He said tauntingly, and then continued, "you look really good in those shorts, you know"

"Fuck off, Wooseok" I replied, sitting up and reaching for the joint, which he immediately raised above his head, out of reach from my height, as he chuckled.

His playful and casual mood was starting to throw me into a rage, why was he acting like nothing was wrong? After everything he said? Why was he now fucking with your high when you weren’t even dating anymore?

"You can't just leave and come back, whenever the fuck you feel like it."

"Watch me" He replied, taking another drag, and smiling.

"What's gotten into you? Are you drunk or something?"

"No" He laughed and handed the joint back to you - you didn’t accept it from him.

"Why are you acting like nothing's wrong, like you didn't walk out last night? Like you didn't tell me, and I quote "I am sick and tired of you"

"Oh come on, don't be a bitch!"

"Don't call me a bitch, Wooseok."

“You taking a hit or no?? It’s getting wasted over here. "

"Are you actually fucking with me right now???"

"Okay fine…Don't want it, you don't get it.." He said taking a massive drag and putting out the joint with his foot.

I stood up angrily and yelled, "Are you crazy?! That was a perfectly good joint, you just wasted it!!"

Suddenly Wooseok roughly grabbed my waist pulling me closer as he harshly held my face with one hand keeping my mouth open - he immediately pressed his lips onto mine, shotgunning his last massive drag into my mouth.

One was breathing out pushing the smoke, while the other was taking it all in.

His lips were on mine, his tongue was inside of me. It was intense. I hated that I loved it.

The kiss felt heavy and intoxicating, Wooseok slowly pushing his body’s weight onto you, both getting on our knees, lips still intact.

Wooseok slowly pulled away from me and looked at me, his gaze was hungry.

He was so beautiful, the sunset illuminating his face, and his eyes. I loved his eyes, and his smile, and the way he looked at me.

My eyes were fixed on his as I tried to catch my breath, my mind feeling shocked, angry and very much seduced at the same time.

“Tell me that wasn’t a better hit than the joint,” He whispered into my ear, his breath warm and seductive as he smirked, his gaze locked with mine, not breaking eye contact for a second. I had missed his voice, and the way his lips brushed against my skin as he spoke. I missed the way he was looking at me, and how his touch set my entire body on fire. I missed him.

I tried to say something but the words wouldn't come out.

Loosening his grip on my face he slowly moved his hand down to my hip, gripping it, and slowly pushing his leg between my thighs, as he pushed me onto my back.

He towered over me - "Now, where were we?" He whispered again, his lips grazing mine and his breath hitting my face.

His lips were so close, it was driving me crazy. I didn't know if I should push him away or pull him closer, but what about everything he said? Did I forgive him just like that? Was I really this easy?

He leaned down and kissed me, softly at first, but quickly grew more heated and passionate, his tongue exploring my mouth. His hands roaming all over my body, pulling my hips closer, pushing his knee against my crotch.

My brain was screaming at me to push him off, but my body was betraying me, wanting his touch, and craving more - addicted - addicted to him.

He slowly started kissing down my neck, his hands caressing my chest, his thumb brushing against my nipple, making me moan. He smiled and started kissing my neck, sucking hard, biting me, making me whimper and moan.

My head was spinning, it was all too much, and not enough at the same time. At some point I just had a silent stream of tears, running down my cheeks as the emotions hit me.

"I missed this so much" Wooseok whispered, kissing his way down my chest, and biting and licking my nipples.

"So much."

- I didn’t react

"Please, let's go home, okay? Come on."

- No response

"Y/N, come on. Let's go home."

"Look, I'm sorry okay? Can we please go home and talk about this?"

"No, Wooseok, you had your chance, you said it yourself, I bother you, remember? You don't need to pretend like everything is okay."

"Baby, please. Don't be like that. I didn't mean it."

"Yes you did."

"No, baby, please, it’s getting dark can we just talk inside.”

“ baby, I just wanna go home, and talk. It's so cold, and it's getting late."

- I turned around laying on my other side, my back facing him.

He sighed and then got up, packing our things, and putting everything back into my bag.

He walked over, and reached out his hand for me.

"Let's go, it's getting late.”

-I refused his hand and got up on my own, brushing off the sand.

"Come on, let's go" He said again, his voice impatient, as he grabbed my wrist and tried to drag me along.

"Stop it!" I protested, but he was still dragging me.

"LET GO OF ME!"

- I yelled, and pulled my arm away from him.

He turned to look at me, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes.

"What the fuck is your problem?" He yelled.

"You're my problem. You keep hurting me and then acting like nothing's wrong!”

"It's not like you never hurt me!,” he shot back.

"When? When did I ever do that to you?"

"You didn’t even run behind me in the morning when I said we needed a Break, you didn’t even care! You couldn’t care less about fighting for this relationship!."

"OFCOURSE I CARE! Maybe I would've chased you if you didn't leave after yelling at me and telling me to leave you alone!, and as for FIGHTING for the relationship, ALL I HAVE DONE is fight for it! - Chase after you ??? For What ???? You and I NEVER make it fucking work, has anything we’ve had for so long even barely qualify as a relationship?,” I snapped back in rage, only realising what I had just said after his expression fell dark and cold. Before I could Tell him I would never mean that -

"JUST WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT Y/N” He shouted at me, his voice was harsh and his eyes were dark and cold, there was no trace of the Wooseok I had just been kissing.

I didn't respond, my heart was beating fast, and I felt like I couldn't breathe.

"WELL ?" He shouted again, stepping closer to me.

"W-what?"

"What do you want from me, hm? What can I possibly do to fix this? You are always complaining, about something, and nothing I ever do is good enough for you, it's never enough, and you're always mad at me, what the hell do you want from me?!

“ I JUST WANT YOU, OKAY !! I WANT YOUR LOVE AND ATTENTION AND PRESENCE I WANT YOU TO HOLD ME I WANT YOU TO BE THERE! “

I paused for a second and then continued, my voice cracking. - "And you weren't. You aren’t.

It was like I could see the person I love crumble, his expression changed and I saw his eyes start to water.

"Will you give me.." he hesitated for a moment, and then continued, his voice shaking.

"will you give me another chance?, Please."

- The last word came out almost like a whisper.

I didn't say anything. My eyes were filled with tears.

He stepped closer to me, his eyes fixed on mine.

"Please" He whispered.

"Just one more chance. Please."

-I still didn't say anything.

"Please, Baby."

-I nodded.

"Say it, say you'll give me another chance."

-He pleaded, his voice barely audible.

"I will"

-His expression changed.

-His eyes lit up as a smile spread across his face, tears still streaming.

"Thank you" He said, before wrapping his arms around my waist and burying his face in my shoulder.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, holding him tightly, my face pressed against his neck.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Y/N" He said, his voice shaking.

"it's… okay"

"no it's not. I was such an asshole to you. I'm so sorry"

"It's okay.”

"No, It's not. You don't deserve that. You deserve so much better than me. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. And I've been such an asshole."

"You have"

-He looked up at me, his eyes watery, and his expression full of regret.

"I'm sorry, Baby. I'm so sorry" He repeated.

-He hugged me tightly, his arms wrapped around my waist strongly, almost as if they were desperate to be embraced.

"I'm sorry too"

"you don't have to apologise, none of this was your fault. It was all mine. I fucked up." - “Let me make it up to you at home?” he asked smirking and grinning like an idiot while crying, which was honestly kinda cute.

"Okay, you can try, and the “I’m sorry sex” better be Earth Shattering,” - I added on, pouting…. as our lips collided.

PART 1 COMPLETE {Please Request For PART 2}

Author’s Note: Hey Everyone, This story was based on an anonymous request. This is the first time I’ve written such an argument scene in an informal/ non-academic way, so I really hope you guys like it. Please leave any feedback !!! It is always greatly appreciated. P.S - STORY IS NOT PROOF READ.

[koiiiji]

boys are nasty

tw ; some nasty details about your favorite lookism characters

author’s note ; kinda tired of “ideal” boys so decided to go with something disgusting😈😈 if you have thoughts write in comments, i’ll add in post🪄

୭ gun spends solid 40 minutes in toilet watching yt shorts and always forgets to rinse off his poops

୭ vasco walks silently but farts LOUD

୭ daniel could eat literally anything. anything. ANYTHING. once when he was hungry he saw pastry in plastic bag in the street. he ate it. without hesitation. he was HUNGRY (i referenced from my friend. he really did it once. guess who spent his next day on the white throne)

୭ vin jin has almost no concept of hygiene. he isn’t stinky or something (but he do have strong musk smell of his own, it’s not stinky but it’s strong, so you will always knew he was in this or that room) but you will notice it in small details like his teeth, small lumps around eyes after sleep

୭ goo randomly burps in taejin/samuel/logan/your ear. like he sneaks behind and scare shit out of you guys with nastiest, loudest burp ever (sometimes he have mercy on you, and it’s just small, silent burp, be still scary, bitch silently get behind your back. he and logan have competition from now on who do it louder)

୭ gimyung pee when he took shower. he calls it water savings

୭ bum jae secret hobby is to spy around his classmates/coworkers. he have compromising evidence on everyone, you don’t want to mess with him (it’s actually kinda canon, no?)

୭ seongeun decided for himself - if he would ever have opportunity to fuck his clone he would do it

୭ miru not afraid of leftovers in the sink and can grab it with her bare hands

୭ jihan and jibom share same intolerance to spicy food and still eat it every time they had opportunity. i wouldn’t recommend you to go to restroom after them when they had spicy lunch… this is a gas chamber

[inpursuitofnunchi]

Lovely runner makers saw the audience appreciating the loser behaviour and said, "Here, have two." 😩😩😩😩😩

[curi0us-gh0st]

Unexpected Love (Ha Do-yeong & Jeon Jae-jun)

pairings: Ha Do-yeong x Fem!Reader, Jeon Jae-jun x Fem!Reader.

word count: 1.904

genre: fluffy, smut.

summary: In unusual situations, love can arise.

warnings: shy Do-yeong, drinking, kissing, grinding, blowjob, cum on face, annoying Jae-jun (start), swearing, groping, riding, shy reader running away from Jae-jun, romantic Jae-jun (?).

a/n: hey guys, I'm placing orders now... I had no internet these days, so I'm late! patience sweethearts 😭🤲🏻

request: yes, I just forgot to reply 😭

Ha Do-yeong

★ Do-yeong saw you for the first time at a business meeting, you were a partner in one of the companies that wanted to partner with his company. You looked stunning in a tight knee-length skirt, a gray blazer and a white blouse, simple but in Ha's eyes it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He was so shy with her presence that he had to gather strength to talk to her about the company, her sweet and gentle voice made the hairs on his skin stand up and his heart beat faster in his chest.

★ After several formal meetings between business partners, he asked you out, you smiled at how he seemed nervous and was denying that he wanted to take advantage of you, that he wasn't that kind of man. He said he would pick him up at home and he did, wearing one of his expensive suits, he stopped in front of his house; Do-yeong went out to open the door for you and when he saw you leaving his house in a long dress that perfectly hugged your body, his jaw dropped to the floor, struck by your beauty, if you were already beautiful at work, imagine casually. He opened the car door so nervous that his hands were sweating, him praising how you were doing, the drive to the restaurant was him trying to stop praising you with every word that came out of your mouth as you giggled softly at his cuteness.

★ Dinner was something magical, the restaurant was so elegant and luxurious, there were candles on the tables in the room, music softly playing in the background, orders were made while you talked about your personal lives and ended up talking about work. The minutes you spent together, full of laughter and compliments, all very polite and romantic, you realized that there was something about him that attracted you, you liked him and his gentlemanly way.

★ He took her to a more private area of the restaurant, where there was a deck, the moonlight shining along with some candles, comfortable armchairs, couples hugging each other because of the cold while holding a glass of wine. Do-yeong ordered two glasses, standing up next to you in one of the armchairs and saying that he loved meeting you, how brilliant you are and an excellent worker.

★ With the arrival of the wine, he felt really shy, becoming more smiling and flirtatious, he noticed that you were starting to shrink, he took off his own blaze and placed it on your shoulders to keep you warm. In a moment, your eyes met, smiles on your faces, your hearts beating in sets, warm and excited, then, you separated the distance between you, kissing his lips, him feeling your soft and plump lips on his, a kiss calm and passionate, followed by several other kisses.

★ He quickly paid the bill and took it home, his hand on your thigh as he drove. When they arrived in front of your house, you pulled him inside and started kissing, this time being more hot and needy, you looked into his eyes to see if he wanted that too, when he gave the green flag, devouring him. You became so fierce, maybe it was because of the glasses of wine you drank. He almost died when you took off your dress and threw it away, just stripping down to your lingerie and sitting on his lap, your eyes on his and saying, "I know I'm not that kind of person, just like you, but you're so sweet that I need it. You seem so right." you whimpered into his ear.

★ You started rubbing against him, so softly. Some murmurs came out of his mouth as she kissed him and his hands wandered around his waist. He kisses down her neck and his hands go to her breasts to massage, pressing them against her bra. Your hands unbuttoning his shirt, reaching his belt buckle, you got up from him and knelt in front of him, pulling down his pants, so submissive to him, his thick and big cock, barely closed in your hand, you almost worried if would fit you. You licked his glans, which expelled pre-semen, making him moan, licking the length to his balls, leaving no part unattended.

★ Your mouth wrapped around the head of his cock and swallowed it, putting it down your throat and taking it out, his head moving up and down, him murmuring how good you were doing, he grabbed a handful of your hair, starting to pump it into your mouth from behind of your pleasure, when his hips stuttered and you took him out of your mouth, cupping the valley of your soft breasts and stimulating him again until he released jets of cum covering your breasts and your chin.

★ He mumbled something watching you lick your chin until he got up and climbed onto you making you let out a little scream, lying on your back on the soft sofa, without delay, stuffing your insides and starting to pound you, your moans being music to his ears , begging him to go faster as she wrapped her legs around his waist, her nails hurting his shoulders and back. The sound of their skin slapping together, their sweaty bodies, sloppy kisses, their stained skin, panting and needing an orgasm.

★ He pounded into you more, feeling on edge as he shed a few tears as he moaned that he was close. You came in a strong orgasm, screaming loudly as you arched his back, pressing your chest to his, he hit it a few more times until he withdrew and came on your thigh. Silence filled the place, as he looked at you, brushing a few strands of hair off your sweaty face and gave you a gentle smile, saying: "I never imagined you would do something like that. You are unreal.", leaving you shy as you hid the face on his neck and he laughed in his own way.

Jeon Jae-jun

★ When you met Jae-jun, you found him irritating and presumptuous, thinking that the world revolved around him and he could have everything he had whenever he wanted. But you wouldn't say that, because he was his boss. The way he treated his employees was that of an arrogant and annoying boss, you and the others always had to swallow the complaints coming from Jeon in silence.

★ He wasn't the sweetest person in the world, but I must admit that he was handsome and seductive, it depended on what he was using that charm for, he was actually nice. Good, kind. One night, it was raining a lot and you were the only one there to close the store, there was no way to go with the storm on the other side of the window, it was heavy rain.

★ His eyes were looking outside when suddenly his boss came out of the "fitting room", upon seeing you he turned off his phone and put it away. "What the fuck, this all of a sudden!" He complained seeing that he couldn't get out of there so soon. "Are you still here? Oh, why?" Jeon addressed you. "I was closing the store, I didn't know you were there." She answered his question shyly.

★ He mumbled a few more things, walking side to side, until everything went dark. The light went away with the storm, of course; Bad place and time for this. "What the hell- We pay the power bill this month?" He asked again, receiving a nod. He took off his blazer with the heat that was starting to form, you swallowed hard seeing his muscular body, quickly looking away.

★ He sat next to you, his cell phone went dead and if he walked a little further it would ring louder. The silence was occupied by the sound of rain outside, not knowing what to do, nervous. You always denied that you had a crush on your boss, even if he was a scumbag, he was hot. Jae-jun looked at you, taking in your features and realizing how beautiful you were, his eyes traveling down the side of your face to your breasts trapped in your work blazer. "You're pretty, wow." He praised without thinking and you gasped. "What?" You asked and when you went to turn around, you felt his lips on yours.

★ He held the back of your head, kissing your lips in a rough, therefore delicate, way. At first, hesitant until you reciprocate. Just pulling away when he was out of breath, seeing his bruised lips, starting to kiss down, leaving open-mouthed kisses on his neck, unbuttoning his blazer and throwing it in some corner of the floor. So confused and excited that your shaking hands didn't know what to do, what were you doing? His hands quickly moving up to take off their clothes.

★ You barely remember how you got to the dressing room, sitting on your boss's dick while he said dirty things in your ears, fucking your brains out until your brains were mush. The rain falling heavily, the heat of the room and their bodies feeling as if they were on fire from the lack of light, their sweaty, thrashing bodies causing sounds that filled the room, their stained necks, messy hair, dizzy with pleasure and eager to reach its peak.

★ "Fuck! I never thought your pussy would be so good to fuck. I should have done it sooner Y/N, you're so hot." He said thrusting his hips into you, moaning together and kissing your lips in a way that made your hearts catch fire. Why is he saying these things? You thought, he wasn't that kind of person, but you weren't caring at the moment, feeling her dick kiss your cervix, making you moan louder. Both tired and overwhelmed, reaching their limits, so sensitive and weak, their bodies becoming limp until they lay down straight on the couch.

★ In the following days, you didn't speak to each other, you barely looked into his eyes, out of shame and shyness, you had sex with your boss, at the place you work, you just wanted to get into the ground even more because you couldn't get him out of own head. Intrusive thoughts causing excitement as he worked, flash of him fucking you in every position imaginable, abusing and filling your pussy perfectly with his thick, robust cock. When he would appear when you had these thoughts, making you blush and dizzy, always finding a way to escape.

★ Until one day, he cornered you. "Why are you running away from me?", quickly responding saying that he wasn't and that he was just doing his job, until an: "Um… Are you still thinking about me fucking your pussy?", his head shaking negatively, completely flushed and embarrassed. "It's okay. I hope you are, because I haven't stopped thinking about you since that day." Jae-jun whispered until he kissed you in a different, passionate and unusual way, your heart melting in your chest until he pulled away and smiled. "Tomorrow, at 8pm. I'll pick you up at your house, wear your best clothes." he said before kissing your lips again and leaving, leaving a red and confused you, almost bursting with happiness.

[jaethecreator]

omg only now I see you accept requests!!!!! Could I possibly ask something about Changbin and doting on him and his tummy? istg I go feral anytime a hint of his belly peaks through the clothes… I want to kiss his tummy and cuddle him with my hands on him after I prepared a delicious dinner for him

(photo credits to @/ultragedits)

˗ˏˋ in a good way s.c. ´ˎ˗

wc: 1,513

tags: changbin, changbin tummy appreciation, fluff, feeding kink, pet names, gn!reader, praise, body worship, teasing, food as a love language

note: sorry this took so long anon!! life has been a whirlwind recently and i had to step back and put my big boy adult pants on. this prompt had me very excited, so i hope you enjoy my writing. this is my second time writing a request for skz <3

summary: changbin sitting shirtless in your apartment is free reign, especially after a good meal.

 both of you were still getting used to living together. the domesticity felt like a warm and safe blanket, giving you the kind of life you’d only dreamed of before meeting changbin. though he was often pulled left and right for schedules and the looming thought of his upcoming tour towered over both your heads—nothing could erase how either of you felt when he came home at night.

you heard the familiar noise of the front door unlocking before you saw him. getting up from the couch, your feet carried you out of the living room and to the hallway. even with his dark curls covering his eyes and his black mask covering the lower half of his face, you’d recognize changbin anywhere.

“welcome home, bunny! how was work?” you asked, though you’d gotten used to hearing the same sort of answer every night. “mmm.. it was alright, but changbinnie missed you!” he spoke cutely while referring to himself, which let you know his day was the least of his worries. large arms wrapped around you, securing you in a hold you’d missed for most of the day. with your head against his chest, you could breathe changbin in and sigh in satisfaction.

he pouted once you let go, but found himself content once he’d clung to you from behind. this way, you could use your hands for whatever you needed, while still providing changbin the contact that he’d been craving from you while he was gone.

with his chin nudging at your shoulder, you walked to the kitchen. as you’d reached the counter, changbin’s hands made contact with your hips. he spun you around so that you’d face him without using any real strength at all. changbin’s face mask had been pulled under his chin, showing you the features that you loved so dearly. he’d even brushed his bangs out of his eyes, allowing you to see him fully.

if actions truly did speak louder than words, his gaze was proof enough that the man loved you wholeheartedly. 

one step was all it took to close the distance between you and your boyfriend. his right hand reached to the side of your face, using his fingers to push back a strand of hair behind your ear. his other hand rested on your hip, holding you steadily. “tell me about your day, baby. did you miss me too?” changbin smiled, before placing a soft kiss on your chin—almost like a way of encouraging the words to fall from your lips.

“it was pretty quiet. rain cancelled our plans, so i stayed at home for most of the day.”

your lack of answering his second question caused changbin to pout. he pressed himself closer to you, nosing at your neck before leaving a gentle kiss on the skin there. you giggled, unable to tease him for too long considering he was so cute. “of course i missed you, bin. you know i always do.”

though he tried to hide his reaction by burying his head into your neck, you could see the tips of his ears turning red. there your boyfriend was, in all of his bashful glory. 

“i’m sure there’s something else you miss, other than me.” you teased once again, though changbin found himself out of the loop. “hm..? what do you mean?” he asked, pulling away from you to stand straighter. suddenly, his eyes lowered on your figure, a half smirk forming on his face.

“..not that, mister. you’re dirty.” changbin whined in protest, pouting even harder than before to the point he emphasized his softer jowls. “tell meeeee!” his volume increased from before, though he wasn’t particularly yelling at you. changbin tended to be loud, and that was that.

“my cooking, silly—i made you dinner! creamy bacon carbonara with pork katsu on the side, you’re going to love it! i think i went to heaven and back after eating it myself.” you giggled. 

though he never explicitly said it, you knew food was one of changbin’s love languages. the noises and expressions he’d make while eating was enough evidence that food was the quickest way to his heart. eating always seemed to bring him happiness, whether it was during the months he’d be dieting for comebacks or bulking during breaks.

as you put on a pair of oven mitts and pulled the dish out of the oven, you remembered how proud of yourself you were when you first sampled the food. cooking for yourself and changbin was a great excuse to improve your skills. you knew that if you’d found it good, your boyfriend would find it even better.

“oh my gosh.. i think my heart just started beating like crazy.” changbin joked, though the statement definitely held some truth to it. he watched over your shoulder as you reheated and plated the food for him, his hands gently rubbing your sides. a dangerous shiver went down your spine, but that was for later.

“here, why don’t i set the living room up for a movie while you go change into your pajamas?” you offered, turning your head to look at changbin. he frantically nodded, more motivated to quickly change by the prospect of dinner, a movie, and you waiting for him.

when he returned, changbin looked more comfortable. his pajamas always consisted of shorts, so the sight of his thicker thighs wasn’t new (but highly appreciated). however, the shirt he’d been wearing seemed to fit him deliciously (also highly appreciated). it must’ve been an older one, considering the way it clung to his larger chest and left little to imagine around the curve of his belly. 

god, your boyfriend’s body drives you crazy.

“every time i see you, i just remember how lucky i am.” you mumbled, not really expecting changbin to respond since you’d sounded so cheesy. thankfully, cheesy didn’t exist when it came to you. had you been one of the members though, he surely would have cringed. 

instead, changbin found himself gently swatting at you. “this food already has my heart beating out of my chest, don’t make it worse!” he chided playfully, though the blush creeping onto his cheeks told a different story.

once he sat beside you, changbin immediately pressed a kiss to your cheek, then your lips. “thank you, baby. it smells delicious!”

and with that, changbin ate.

he shoveled bite after bite of pasta past his lips, along with the crispy pieces of pork katsu. you cooed every now and then as he worked through his plate, subconsciously finding yourself praising him for eating so well. a healthy appetite had never made you this happy—at least, not until you’d fallen in love with changbin.

the movie you’d put on didn’t hold either of your attention. while changbin was focused on the flavors of each bite, you were content with watching him eat. his cheeks were fuller, and there was a shine to his lips from the amount of times he’d bitten them while eating. you found the habit cute, and you knew if you’d pointed it out, he’d grow flustered.

“someone’s eating well.” you teased, as one of your hands moved to rest on the curve of his belly. rubbing gently through the fabric, you could tell he was getting full. the flesh of his stomach was usually soft and pliant under your touch, but neither could be said for the firm mound underneath your fingertips. changbin dreamily sighed at your touch, before setting his fork down and leaning back against the couch cushions.

“oh.. i definitely ate too much.”

you quirked an eyebrow, having taken changbin’s statement as an invitation. your hand snuck under his shirt gently as you moved closer to him, continuing your ministrations without the fabric between you and his skin. every time your fingers made contact with his skin, changbin had goosebumps and butterflies. your hands knew his body no more or less than your own.

your fingertips danced across his skin like feathers, causing changbin to giggle. however, just as you’d begun to pull back, changbin had reached behind his head to pull off his shirt. once it’’d been removed, you were left dumbfounded. you would never get used to how good he looked or the fact that he was all yours. when you looked up from his torso and caught his gaze, two hopeful eyes stared back at you expectantly.

“can.. can you keep going? don’t want you to stop..” changbin shyly admitted, turning his head away from you to hide his burning cheeks. you cooed, finding his demeanor cute. 

underneath his rapper persona and his confident personality, changbin was more soft and gentle than expected. the members knew it of course, but especially you.

“of course, bunny. anything for you.” you purred, nuzzling your head against the side of his larger shoulder. changbin softly sighed again, relaxing against you just the same. the movie had finished by now, and neither of you could explain what happened no matter how hard you tried.

changbin sitting shirtless in your apartment was free reign, especially after a good meal.

[asocial-skye]

i know that the college-era timeline had to end poorly because we need the drama of it, but i would've loved to see everyone inform past im sol that sun-jae was her boyfriend after old im sol left back to present day.

and if i'm being really indulgent, cue kim tae-sung and baek in-hyuk not being to handle sun-jae's pining ass and decide to go on a mission to 'recover her memory.'

[anjaelle]

I Think She Knows

Pairing: Tangerine x Black!Reader Warnings: Drunk!Tangerine, Needy!Tangerine, Jealous!Tangerine, (Kinda Toxic Behavior) Word Count: 2.4K Summary: In which Tangie starts realizing things and absolutely does not have the bandwidth to deal with it. Because babygirl is bad at most things, and feelings are at the top of the list. a/n: Something something... I don't advocate for getting drunk and being weird at your not-girlfriend's house. Thanks!

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When it fully hit him, it was like being mowed down by a 10-ton truck.

He felt like he couldn't breathe. The way his chest suddenly rose and fell made him made him question if his heart was attempting to escape his ribcage just to be closer to you.

You were talking about...something. You came over wearing a skin tight red dress and you carried your shoes in your hands as you tiredly strolled into his kitchen.

Actually, he remembered what you were talking about.

You mentioned how tired you were of having to talk to idiot men, but that stabbing them in the head for your efforts was almost worth the annoyance. Ordinarily he probably would've just laughed or made a smart ass comment about how lucky he was that he could be around you without the threat of violence. But you mentioned fighting, did a small spin in a circle, and did something akin to a silly jig to show how secure you felt in your dress.

He felt his thoughts halt in their tracks, and he suddenly couldn't remember his own birth name, let alone how to form a coherent sentence.

You didn't even seem to notice. Or maybe he hid it well. Because the conversation continued like he hadn't malfunctioned right in front of you. Maybe he was running on autopilot. That had to be it.

He swallowed hard, ran his fingers through his mess of untamed curls, and shakily came back into himself with the heavily realization that he was deeply in love with you.

Did you even know? Was it evident on his face like ostentatious neon lights in the middle of a darkened street? You kept talking about your day and he tried to listen intently. But his own brain wouldn't shut the fuck up.

When he realized that he broke the one rule you two made (which he introduced), he wanted to walk into the Atlantic Ocean with rocks in his pockets. He loved you. You weren't even dating. You were definitely seeing other people and he realized he slowly cut out every other person he'd ever fucked just to spend more time with you.

God. He'd dropped SO many other people. He could remember canceling potential hookups just because you wanted to hang out. Of fucking course he couldn't tell you this now. He'd look like a massive idiot.

"Are you alright? You seem off." You suddenly asked. Your beautiful eyes seemed to roam his face in genuine concern. Death would've been easier to face. In fact, death has notoriously been much easier for him to face.

He forced an assumedly easy grin on his face and shrugged, "I'm just listenin', babe."

You quirked a suspicious brow at him, but continued on with your story of your mission. Every so often he could feel himself staring at your mouth and the way your nose seemed to crinkle at certain memories of the night. He was suddenly hyperaware of how much he seemed to be study your every move. Had he been doing it this whole time?

On some level, he was confident that he could tell you exactly how many birthmarks you had on your entire body.

God what a sick fucking freak.

Suddenly his mouth started moving as if it wasn't connected to his own goddamn brain.

"You stayin' over tonight?"

He'd cut you off mid-sentence with the question. Naturally, you shot him a look that screamed contempt.

"...Maybe." You cut your eyes at him in a subtle challenge.

He felt like he didn't sound the least bit convincing, but he straightened his back to force an air of confidence that he obviously didn't have, "Well I need to know, because I might have plans. With a girl. Tonight."

He wasn't sure what he expected your reaction to be. Maybe he wanted you to be jealous. Or maybe he wanted you to try and convince him to change his mind. It was childish, but he wanted you to give him...something. Instead you raised your brows in surprise.

"Oh, really?" You grinned, "Is she cute?"

Oh come on. He thought.

"Yeah, a real stunner." Stunner? What the fuck was he saying? He couldn't stop himself, "Rebecca's tall, blonde, a model. Fuckin' sexy. So gorgeous."

He watched you slip your heels back on and adjust the top of your dress to hide your bra. He wanted to grab your beautiful face and kiss you. Instead he was spiraling and you didn't even notice.

"Blonde?" You seemed skeptical. Yes, good. "Since when do you go for Blondes?"

"Since always, actually. You think I tell you about everyone I've shagged?"

You shot another cutting glare in his direction, and he fought the childish giddiness rising in his chest. When you looked away from him to tap away on your phone, he tried to figure out what else he could say to get your attention again.

"You're in a particularly bitchy mood today." You suddenly said.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Maybe you should leave, then." He responded, much harsher than he intended to. He winced the minute the words left his mouth and you looked like you wanted to throw something at him.

"Since you wanna be a dick, fine. I'm having Jamesy pick me up."

You threw your jacket on and started tapping on your phone again, which irritated him to no end.

"Jamesy?" He spat, "Who the hell is Jamesy?"

"You think I tell you about everyone I've shagged?" You threw back at him in an almost perfect accent. He deserved it. But he started to panic as you headed towards the door.

"Well fine." He countered, though it sounded akin to a whine, "Stephanie's probably on her way, anyway. I don't want to watch you two fight over me or somethin'."

"Nobody's trying to fight over you, shut up." You mumbled, shoving your phone in your pocket. You took a second to pull the door open, but hesitated, "And also who's Stephanie?"

"The model."

"You said her name was Rebecca."

He stumbled over his words but finally came up with, "I--it's...You just have to be right all the time, don't you?"

He caught the way your mouth twitched in an attempt to fight a laugh, and he really wanted to grab you by the waist and pull you back into his apartment. But your phone dinged again, and you pulled it out of your pocket, "Look, when you're done throwing this little temper tantrum, and you figure out what your problem is, text me. Otherwise, sort your shit out."

Tangerine was having a terrible night. His face sat in a permanent frown as he stared into the fake embers of his electric fireplace and nursed a mason jar of vodka. You were out there getting railed by some prick named James who's too fuckin' old to still be going by Jamesy. And you probably weren't even thinking about him and how he's absolutely piping a real person named Bethany. Stephanie. Rebecca.

♫ I wish, I could just make you turn around Turn around and see me cry There's so much I need to say to you so many reasons why You're the only one who really knew me at all♫

He'd lost track of how many times Phil Collins' miserable pleading played on a loop through his speakers. He felt like a goddamn loser. He scrolled through your Instagram noting that you truly had the prettiest smile he'd ever seen. And you were so funny. Maybe the funniest person he knew. Even the emojis you used were cute.

He wanted to jump in front of a train.

"'Maybe you should leave then' you fuckin' idiot." He mumbled pitifully to himself. "What if I just like...went to her house? What if that guy is there? What if she doesn't answer? What if she tells me to fuck off? What if I tell her and she never speaks to me again?"

He stared at his phone sending and unsending his texts to you over and over, trying to figure out what to say. Or if you'd even read it. Suddenly his phone vibrated and a text from you popped up:

You've sent and unsent me like 9 messages. What the fuck do you want?

It took him 8 minutes to find an Uber to your place and 20 minutes to get there. Was he drunk and irrational? Maybe. But goddamn it, you were his woman.

You just didn't know it yet.

When he got to your floor, he started knocking incessantly on your door.

"Babe," he whined, drunkenly, "darling, are you still mad at me? I'm sorry." When he pressed his damp forehead to the cool metal door of your apartment, he didn't even realize how much he was sweating, "I know I said I was fucking that model. Um. Sabrina! Rhonda? Whatever the hell. But I lied. I'm a filthy fuckin' liar."

He pressed his ear to the door, but he didn't hear anything through the thick metal.

"Please don't fuck that James prick--I'm not callin' him Jamesy. I reckon the man is nearly 40, BARE MINIMUM!" He pressed his palm to the door and called your name again, waiting for you to open it.

When you didn't, he slid down to the floor and cradled the half empty mason jar to his chest.

"So take a look at me now, there's just an empty spaaaace. And there's nothin' left here to remind me. Just the memory of your faaaaace. I'm not leaving 'til you talk to me!"

He felt the back of his head thud against the door but he was too wasted to really feel it. He'd definitely feel it come morning, for sure. His eyes drifted closed as his mind started to wander. Maybe you were asleep after being fucked into the middle of next week. Maybe the guy was telling you to ignore his desperate pleas for attention. He wanted to throw up everywhere.

"Fuckin' Jamesy." He mumbled, crossing his arms in childish disappointment.

The elevator dinged, the doors opened, and you stumbled out of the door with another woman, giggling uncontrollably. You both held bags of fast food in your arms and it was clear you'd had something to drink as well. The minute you caught a glimpse of him sitting slouched in front of your door, he noticed you exchanging looks with the red headed woman by your side.

"Tangerine, what are you doing here?" You carefully asked, clocking the booze in his lap.

"Nevermind that," he slurred, stupidly, "where's Jamesy?"

The tall, slender red-headed woman raised a hand and waved, "Hi, I'm Jamesy. Do we, like, know each other? Or?"

Tangerine groaned and rested his head against the door again, "Ugh! Jamesy's a lass? How the shit am I supposed to compete with that?"

The woman turned to you with a curious look on her face, "What is he talking about?"

"I don't know. Can you hold this please?" You handed the bag of White Castle to your friend and approached the sad, drunk assassin sitting on the floor outside of your apartment. He looked pitiful. When you brushed his curls from his forehead, you noticed that he was sweating vodka. "Okay, sweetness, you need to get up."

When he looked at you, and saw the concern on your face, he gently touched your cheek and frowned, "You're so pretty, baby. You're the prettiest person I've ever seen in my whole entire life."

"You're pretty, too. But you really need to get up. And you're heavy as fuck, so I need you to help me out here."

"Okay," he nodded sharply, shoving the jar of vodka into his leather jacket pocket. And it surprisingly fit. You didn't question it further. You took a step back and held your arms out in case he lost his balance as he rose to his feet.

It was like watching a 5'11 baby deer.

He leaned against the door, trying to keep his balance, as you grabbed your share of the food from your friend and kissed her goodbye as she left for her Uber.

"What kind of girl is named Jamesy?" Tangerine muttered, as you attempted to unlock the door.

You sighed heavily, "Her name is Siobhan James. But I couldn't pronounce Siobhan when we were little, so I called her Jamesy and it stuck."

"That's so cute. I reckon you were a cute kid." He mumbled, resting his damp head on your shoulder. "You're a cute grown-up. We'd make cute kids."

"Yes, sweetness. We would. And also you're soggy."

"Mhmm." He kissed the shoulder that was covered in his sweat and mumbled, "I'm so sorry I was so, so mean to you, angel face. I was just being a massive dickhead."

"Yeah, you were." You agreed, giving up on trying to unlock the door while he leaned onto you.

"I--I just love you a whole fuckin' lot and I don't know how to deal with that shit. Because, like, you could have anyone you want. So why would you want me, you know?" He grumbled.

"There are a lot of reasons why I want you, Tangerine. You never have to feel insecure about that. I'm just...confused. You decided that the answer to this was to make me mad?" You scratched his scalp, "Does that make sense to you?"

"I wanted you to tell me that you didn't want me to see other people."

"Why would I tell you that, if that's what you want?" You asked, sincerely, "I stopped seeing other people because I love just spending time with you--"

"Hang on. You stopped seeing other people? Why didn't you tell me?"

"You never asked." You finally managed to unlock the door, and you both stumbled over the threshold.

"Here I was thinking you were getting pounded by lumberjack-built twats named Jamesy. I was in my apartment crying to Phil Collins for nothing?"

"I guess so." You tossed your keys on the kitchen island as he stumbled to the couch and face-planted into the cushions. By the time you showered and changed, he'd fallen into a deep sleep beside the bottle of water and advil tablets you placed out for him.

"And for the record..." you kissed him on top of his head and turned the lights out, "I love you, too. But you probably won't remember this. So we'll revisit it tomorrow."

[redbatchedcumbermayned]

Dopamine Week fic recs - all Rogue Trader gift exchange fics!!!

Because I'm short on time this week, here's a link list to all the fics that have been written in the two Rogue Trader gift exchanges so far to celebrate the awesome people in this fandom and the great work they create!

First RT gift exchange May 25th*:

A smuggler and a thief by nikozaur - Jae x m!Rogue Trader

Some masks are borne of convenience, some of of necessity. Sometimes, it is difficult to distinguish which of them is the real face.

The last dance and the first by @theevilscribbler - Xavier Calcazar x f!Rogue Trader

After a successful meeting with the Lord Inquisitor during her Magnae Accessio, Cesselie von Valancius is surprised to find that Xavier Calcazar has lingered to enjoy the party a little longer. Will a less formal encounter pave the way to something more?

Part of the trial by Hackinslash - Marazhai x Sister Argenta

Enjoy two characters at their lowest ebb, fighting against the odds to get a taste of redemption and freedom.

Radiance on the bridge by @captastra Heinrix x f!Rogue Trader

Heinrix van Calox gets lost in thought as he watches Isidora von Valancius on the bridge of her ship.

A leap into the void by myself XD - Heinrix x f!Rogue Trader

Heinrix van Calox and Lethyan von Valancius spend a quiet evening in the observatorium. Things turn spicy fast and Lethyan finds out that even a Biomancer's willpower has its limits.

Second RT gift exchange August 17th:

Systematical; Sacrificial by @vossprime - Pasqal x f!Rogue Trader

The Rogue Trader and Pasqal discuss their blossoming entanglement, life after Commorragh, and Pasqal's mechadendrites. A strange ritual ensues.

Storytime by @holylustration Heinrix x m!Rogue Trader x Jae

Cassia's heard a tale from some midshipmen - and as everything one hears from the crew must be true - she's invited the Lord Captain and some friends to share the story. Not everyone is impressed.

We're tender mammals mostly by @gravelorded Pasqal x f!Rogue Trader

Mercy. Von Valancius knows it, even if she refuses to speak its name. A tech-priest knows to excise it to better understand the Omnissiah’s directive, but for her- for this moment only, he assures- he will try.

Closed Impetus by @vossprime - Heinrix x f!Rogue Trader

Rogue Trader Elena von Valancius and Inquisitor Heinrix van Calox find themselves at a spontaneous ball. Between investigating noble intrigues and fast dances, they have to ponder the status of their relationship since the Magnae Accessio.

A sound strategy by @theevilscribbler - Heinrix x f!Rogue Trader

As the siege on Eufrates II draws close and their future hangs in the balance, Inquisition Agent Heinrix van Calox is determined to ensure that all their plans are flawless, even at the cost of his own well-being. Fortunately, his beloved Rogue Trader is on hand to assist with his preparations… and even has a few interesting suggestions of her own!

Tender by @vitanithepure - Heinrix x f!Rogue Trader

Sometimes Heinrix van Calox needs a reminder that those that play with fire often get burned.

A Tech-Priest's heart by @captastra Pasqal x f!Rogue Trader

Pasqal slowly starts to learn that the heart, machine or not, still has a way of falling.

Down the line by Hackinslash - Marazhai x m!Rogue Trader

Marazhai Aezyrraesh wishes to taste some of Seth von Valancius's psyker powers, and his little pet doesn't dare refuse.

A rare flower amidst Chaos by myself - Heinrix x f!Rogue Trader

Lord Inquisitor Heinrix van Calox had always loved Lienna von Valancius. Yet duty had kept the lovers apart until now. Heinrix has been summond to Lyxus to attend a picnic, and he has a confession to make.

*if I missed a fic please send me a message and I'll add it promptly.

Now go and spread the love and discover some hidden gems!

[itsmyartforyou-blog]

shioh x sol au

lovely runner x strong girl nam-soon crossover au! wherein im sol is in an alternate universe where sunjae doesn't exist (except on her dreams) but there she met shioh that leads a completely different life from the man of her dreams.

im sol are having recurring dreams about a guy named sunjae. a man he tirelessly save across different timelines.

the thing is, this person is not even real and he only exist in her dreams, or so she thought. but her dreams are so vivid it felt so real. she recalls every detail of their story, from the different timelines they traverse, to the sacrifices they make for each other. she remembers everything clearly as if she experience it herself.

when she thought her dreams are just dreams, albeit felt too real, that's where she met shioh.

shioh bears a striking resemblance to sunjae, both in appearance and voice. but shioh is not sunjae, and their lives are strikingly different.

at first, sol was just curious. but when she met him, when she held his eyes for the first time. that's where she felt it.

the inexplicable connection, a magnetic pull that transcends logic. the attraction. the love. It's as though fate has woven their paths together again. and as sol finds herself drawn to the magnetic life of shioh. she discovers more than just physical similarities; their underlying feelings for each other seems to transcend realities. It's as if fate has conspired to bind them together, transcending the boundaries of time and logic.

--

"Tell me," Shioh's voice was low, his hands delicately encircling her neck, a subtle assertion of dominance. "What power do you possess that I can't seem to get you out of my head, consuming my every moment since the day we met?" His grip, firm yet not suffocating, bespoke a question deeper than mere curiosity. "Who are you," he continued, his gaze searching hers for answers, "what are you doing to me?", and why do you stir this kind emotions on me?

a/n: kind of inspired by Parallel Series writen by Elizabeth O'Roark

[imakimseonhoe]

Manifesting a scene where Im Sol runs and jumps into Sun Jae's arms. I need to see him hold and twirl her around.

[thedeathdeelers]

dreams (on ao3)

he dreams of her again.

only problem is: he doesn’t actually know who she is.

it’s more of a feeling than anything else….this desperate ache in his chest making him restless — like he should be reaching out towards someone — running towards her.

he wakes up in a cold sweat every night, water droplets running down his face and the back of his neck as he sits up in a panic. he takes in one deep breath after another, struggling to calm his racing heart.

sunjae squeezes his eyes shut, pressing a hand against his chest.

the pang of fear that had woken him up was starting to subside, but he couldn’t fully shake it off.

why were these dreams haunting him? who was he so desperately trying to catch up to? to find?

and why did they have such a visceral effect on his heart?

he tries hard to remember the dark shadows in his dreams, the blurry figure as it sunk deeper and deeper away from him, but the harder he tries, the less he remembers.

sunjae shakes his head as he lets his eyes ease open. what was he doing?

it was just a dream. a nightmare.

it must be the script, he tells himself resolutely — the story in that damn script was haunting him even in his dreams.

he thinks of the crazy woman who was behind it all, and barely notices the soft pang in his heart at the thought of her as he slowly eases back into a sleeping position.

his last incoherent thoughts as he drifts back to sleep are of yellow umbrellas and summer kisses.

odd, he thinks as he turns to his side and gives into the dark pull of unconsciousness once more, he’s never had a girlfriend in the summer.

[shibuinni3]

Sonho de Chuveiro

07/05/24; Capa para uso pessoal

Park Jaehyung e Park Sungjin, Day6.

nota: Eu deveria começar a fazer notas? Nao sei. Eu tinha uma ideia muito mais pica na minha cabeça, até porque esse plot eu tenho guardado há uns bons meses, mas... infelizmente eu tive a ideia com o queridíssimo PARK SUNGJIN, que se você ver as canela desse homem é a coisa mais inapropriada existente (e eu precisava de uma foto dele bem praiano, e olha que nem o Jae tá praiano, e ele sempre tá bem pelado... Enfim, só queria comentar esse surto de ódio

[curi0us-gh0st]

(Im)Perfect Relationship (H. Do-yeong & J. Jae-jun)

pairings: Ha Do-yeong x Fem!Reader, Jeon Jae-jun x Fem!Reader

word count: 1495

request: yes, marked at the end.

genre: smut

warnings: soft > hard (Jae-jun), grinding, riding, marking, exhibitionism, animal names, anal, breeding, spanking, pulling. soft (Do-yeong), fingering, sucking, aftercare, daddy kink, blowjob, lingerie, toys and inverse dynamics.

a/n: I managed to finish it today, I hope you like it ♡♡♡

part 1 / part 2 (smut)

Jeon Jae-jun

★ Jae-jun, at the beginning of your relationship, he thought about taking it slow, after presenting you with bouquets of flowers, expensive gifts and chocolate, he invited you to dinner, which went smoothly over him wanting to get to know you more. He paid the bill and said he would take you home, and he did so, when he was in front of your house, staying silent thinking if he should thank you, when you looked at him, he pulled you in for a kiss, a little rough but soft. . He had his hand on the side of your face, as your lips danced together and he slid his tongue in, the heat rising between you and you pushed him away for lack of air, with red cheeks and bruised lips.

★ When Jae-jun thought he was going to be scolded, but he was in his room with you on top of him, devouring his lips without any pity, biting and pulling his lower lip, scratching his neck and pulling some strands of his hair, which he let go I sigh as you began to move on his lap with your clothes still on. He felt your wetness through the clothes you wore, as he tried to push you to pull your damn dress.

★ He would let you control him until his peak, riding his thick and big dick, filling your insides completely, feeling him kiss your cervix, your nails were digging into his shoulder, while he held your waist and helped you , marking his neck, his collarbone and his breasts — which were jumping in his face while he drooled just watching.

★ His dick pulsed inside you as he groaned, arching his back, throwing his head back, coming down from your high. He let you calm down, you looking at him, eyes dark, strands stuck to your forehead, cheeks red, lips bruised. His eyes shining as he saw your shy smile, a slutty smile appearing on his face, quickly lifting you up and laying you down on your couch.

★ Devouring her lips again, pushing slow and deep, hitting her insides as he kissed her lips and neck, increasing his movements with her requests and his own need to release, the couch creaking as her moans filled the room, the heat rising, his hands under his t-shirt, scratching his back, your legs wrapping around his waist so he pushed deeper until you reached another orgasm, he withdrew and pumped his cock to cum on your abdomen.

★ Exerbionism; He would love to tease you at events where you were together, pulling you to have sex in a room or a bathroom stall at the party, pushing you non-stop and telling you to moan loudly so everyone could know who you are.

★ Animal names; He would be the type to call you a princess, a doll and a sweetheart at first, and then call you a slut, a whore and a little whore. "Come on, doll, you're almost there. Come on my dick.", "Look, rubbing yourself like a prostitute wanting more of my dick" — logically, dirty conversations, too dirty for you to cum right away or get excited.

★ Anal; This happened due to curiosity and the immense desire to fill all her holes. You're crammed in as he pounds your pussy from behind, two of his fingers roaming your little hole, until he sucks his own fingers and sticks them inside your ass, even though you're begging him not to, that night, you were fucked until your brain melting as you drool on the bed sheets.

★ Procreation; Along with exerbionism, that would be the reward (?), cumming over and over inside you while saying that your pussy was his and you would carry his children, or that he was his cum holder, filling your pussy and ass, pushing with his fingers when they were leaking even wearing panties ruined with his sperm.

★ Spanking & Pulling; His intention was never to hurt you but with your ass and his pelvis slamming, your ass swinging in the air, he had to hit it and leave his handprint on it until it was red and sore. His hair would be pulled while they were in the bathroom at a party so he could mark your neck and shoulder, he would pull the nipples of your breasts to make them sensitive while he was teasing you and causing you to overstimulate.

Ha Do-yeong

★ When he kissed you, he couldn't leave your lips, devouring your lips until they were red and swollen, pulling you into his lap and taking you to his room, kissing your chin, neck and shoulder, open mouth kisses, hickeys and kisses, so soft~

★ When Do-yeong had his hand walking under your nightshirt, he would look at it to ask for your permission, when he received it, he would take off your clothes, one by one, until you were naked, then he would do the same. Kissing her bust, abdomen and groping her breasts, making them hard while he heard her soft moans.

★ He would touch your pussy, already drooling for him, his rough and thick fingers, stimulating your clitoris, teasing your slit, while listening to your pleas, inserting them to prepare you for his cock, going deep, feeling your walls squeeze his fingers, so tight.

★ Fingering and sucking your pussy until you squirmed, cumming on his fingers and in his mouth as you called out to him. He got up to kiss you again, as he prepared to enter you with his fat cock, filling your tight hole, you crushed him, moaning just at the feeling of him pulsing inside you.

★ He would start slow, deep and slow, until you got used to it and started pounding your pussy faster, as you moaned while holding him close to you, him kissing you so as not to wake Ye-sol with your moans. Continuing until you came on his dick and he came inside you after saying he was taking medication, waiting for you to come down from your high to get out and clean you with a damp towel, he would kiss you, tell you that you were good and take you to the bathroom to clean themselves up.

★ Daddy Kink & Breeding; He would definitely feel weak while you were fucking in his room and you let out a "daddy", he would blush and smile smugly before starting to fuck you harder and saying that you are his little girl, teasing him with his new animal name you gave him. "Daddy, huh? You want daddy's sperm? Daddy will fill your little girl how she likes.", "Will you want to get pregnant by your daddy? Carry my children? I'll give you whatever you want, princess."

★ Fingering & Overstimulation; Before any sex, he would touch you, playing with your pussy until it gets messy, enjoying hearing your sly and needy moans, making you cum several times on his fingers before he introduces his cock that you had been begging for since the beginning of the session.

★ Blowjob; When you would visit him at his work, in tight and short clothes, he wouldn't let you go until you sucked his dick, letting him cum in your mouth and face for teasing him in such a way in a formal place. If he was working too much while he was at home, not paying attention to you and Ye-sol, you would go to his office and let him use his throat as a toy for him to relax in addition to waking him up to leave the room.

★ Clothing & Toys; Every month you would go to a lingerie store, he would choose one or two in particular for you to wear when you were with him, lace, satin, white, red or pink, to create an innocent and sweet aura. The sexy shop would be for both, vibrators and dildos, lubricants and even some costumes, he would be the type to let you play with him, but would also play with you.

★ Inverse dynamics; If he was full-headed and irritated, asking for a release, you would leave your role as baby to assume your role as wife. He would let you masturbate him with your hand, your breasts or the vibrator, if he was too needy he would even let you play with his tight little hole, letting you fuck him with a strap on, or dildo, he would let you play with him until he crying because I was so excited. In the end, laughing and saying that you were awesome taking charge, he would kiss you and ask if you needed a release, if you refused, he would ask to take a shower with you, if you accepted, he would find the strength to make you cum that night . When it was over, they would be cuddling in the bathtub, almost asleep in each other's arms.

tag: @classydelusionflower

[solsays]

don’t know what has inspired me to do this but here is a fic rec list of some of my favorite hideduo fics :] they’re mostly fluff because I choose to ignore the angst of canon

Gen, M/M | hurt/comfort | 4769 words

Fit gets bodied by a creeper and falls down a big hole. Tazercraft are there to save the day! or OR; I got nostalgic about early Hide and Seek Trio so I wrote them during the obsidian armor era (think like july 2023)

M/M | Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Making Out | 5613 words

Fit and Pac spend the day in bed.

Friends With Benefits, Awkward Flirting | 12018 words

Pac and Cellbit are friends with benefits - but Pac falls for Cellbit’s new housemate, Fit.

M/M, Other | driver & bodyguard au, fluff and angst | 12/? ch, 84,520 words

this is the fitmc bodyguard x pac driver au where they take care of sunny, share a house in the country for months and months, and try not to fall in love with each other while technically on the job

M/M | New Years Kiss, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Driver x Bodyguard AU | 6700 words

Fit attends the most anticipated social event of the year for the first time with Pac and Tubbo. Not as a bodyguard this time, but as a guest.

M/M | Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Slow Burn, Christmas Modern AU | 9/9 ch, 37,448 words

When Ramón makes a secret bet with Richarlyson that he could get his dad a date in time for Christmas, Fit and Pac are quickly thrust into a series of "very good friend" shenanigans that force them to reconcile with their growing feelings for one another.

M/M | Modern Bakery AU, Meet-Cute | 11,844 words

Pac falls head-over-heels for the owner of his local bakery.

M/M | Fluff, like 5 AUs | 9132 words

In nearly every universe, Fit and Pac find each other. In some of them, they even get to kiss.

(yes toni I am reccing your fic. it deserves it)

That’s just some of my favorites, always feel free to dm me if you want more recs, and everybody feel free to reblog this with your own recs for whatever ships/platonic pairings :]

M/M, Gen | Kingdom AU, fluff & angst, slowburn (hella) | 1/4 ch, 14,897 words

Thasil, considered the capital of the continent, is a safe haven for a lot of people, expressing ideas in magic, technology and combining the two. Fit escapes a land of violence, and instead finds a husband, a son and roommate (in that order.) Pac escapes people of violence and finds safety in healing other people, while struggling to figure out what in him needs to be healed.

The two find each other, healing and hope for the future.

or, over the course of nine years fit and pac learn how to heal and love, with and without each other, and what it means to find a family.

This. *this fucking fic*. It might be the death of me, it’s one of my favorite hideduo fics ever actually. If you choose to read any of these read this one, I’m begging.

[painandpoesy]

LOVELY RUNNER FIC

Sunjae's POV (when he remembers everything)

"Ajushi!"

What? Whose voice is that? Why does she sound so familiar that my flesh starts to tremble in anticipation? Why does the rain feel so familiar on my skin? What are these memories that are rushing through my head? Why does my heart ache like I am about to die? What is this longing, and how come I am desperate to hold that girl running with a yellow umbrella in her hands under the rain in my arms like she's my lifeline? Like she's the air I breathe, the reason for my existence?  Where is this greed to feel her warmth coming from? Why does my chest feel like it's about to explode? Am I losing my mind?

"Sunjae. I'm your fan."

How come she's in a wheelchair? What happened to her, and why was she looking at me with tears welling up in her eyes? What is this feeling of helplessness, and why does it start building up in my lungs? Why do I feel like I am carrying these regrets on my shoulders?  I feel like shit, and it's torturing me. A fan? She's telling me she's my fan, but why does my heart start breaking upon hearing her say that? Who am I to her? Who is she to me?

"Sunjae-ah! It must have been so hard for you to go through this alone. You couldn't tell anyone that you were struggling. I didn't know how much pain you were in. I'm sorry that I didn't know."

Why is she running towards me with tears brimming in her eyes? Why is she calling my name as if she only has one chance to do so? Why does she look like she's filled with regrets? Why is she hugging me as if she does not want to let go? How come I feel comforted? How come my heart swells with joy? Who in the world is she to make me feel this way?

"Im Sol!"

Why am I frantically calling her name? Why am I running as if my life depended on it? Where is this fear coming from? Why am I trembling with fear of losing her? Why am I desperate and helpless at the same time? When did this kind of fear make its way to me? Why am I scared cold of not being able to see her again? Of not being able to hold her hand again? Of not being able to wrap her in my arms again? Im Sol. Why does your name seem to be at the tip of my tongue all this time? Who are you to make me feel everything at once?

"Sunjae-ah. I like you."

"Sol-ah!" I called out as I stood still at the sidewalk.

I remember everything now.

I catch my breath when everything starts to make sense. My head hurts as the images flash before my eyes like a cinematic de javù with no end. I clutch my chest and dig my fingers into the fabric of my coat, as the unexplainable yearning for something I could not even name all these years and the void that keeps haunting me now make sense. Even the moments when I catch myself in tears for reasons I cannot even figure out start to feel real.

"Im Sol," I muttered under my breath as tears started brimming in my eyes.

Why do you have to do this, Sol? After remembering everything, I cannot help but ask all the whys. Why do you have to make the yearning worse by erasing yourself from my life? Why do you have to make your life miserable just for my sake? Why do you have to suffer by remembering everything while I live the life you chose for me, oblivious to the lives I have lived with you in it? There is no crueler torture than losing every moment I have spent with you and not being able to miss it, relive it, or cherish it. It is much worse than death. I chose to die for you, and it was never your fault. I have loved you in every timeline, and I would die for you over and over again without regrets.

"Sol-ah!"

Right. That's your name. The girl I secretly loved during my youth. How dare I forget your name? The way you smiled at me and how your eyes lit up the first time we met under the rain? I should not have forgotten the numerous times you uttered my name. How you came back for me in your desperate attempts to save me when I was also desperate to save you. These memories, good or bad, I'll cling to the last bit of them because you're there. Remembering everything at once makes me want to run to you despite my lungs closing in, despite my knees losing strength, and despite my heart pouncing inside my chest.

"Im Sol." I can barely hear myself as I fell on the pavement as the overwhelming realizations made my knees weak.

"I beg you. Please allow me to remember." I watch the starless sky above me as the tears start to trail down my cheeks.

"Look! This watch is a time machine. I'm Im Sol from 2023, the future."

Allow my heart to break because, for the longest time, there was nothing in here but longing.

"Even if you were to end up in a different time. I would jump over space and time to see you."

Allow me to shed these tears for you because 15 years was a long time of waiting, and you must've gone through prolonged agony in your waking days.

"I hope you're selfish. I hope you think about how you can be happier and live a better life at times like this."

Allow my hands to hold you once again, because for once I would really like to be selfish. Let me soak in your warmth, because a decade and a half without you has left me cold.

Allow me to be the Sun Jae you knew from the start. Allow me to dedicate the rest of my life to you from this day forward and slowly fill the void fate has brought upon us. Allow me to continue to foster the kind of love that transcends time and space. The kind of love that is only meant for you, my Sol.

Note: This was inspired by a prompt by @saltedsan