#monies hard hours

[sunmoonjune]

Would you agree that hyunjin is a type of bf who wears y/n's scrunchy or hairband because he wants to carry their scent wherever he goes? uwu

omg how did I know what clip this was before even clicking on the link xD tch hairband is iconic lol

and yes yes!! hyunjin is a bit of a brat, so he is def known for taking things of scm!reader's to keep their scent on him,, reader is also not the only one that gets stolen from -- they all wear each other's clothes whenever given the chance :)) hyunjin will steal shirts and sweaters any time he has the opportunity -- he really likes to keep your scent with him,, it feels like you're still with him even when you can't be at his side :'))

if you wear scrunchies in your hair, hyunjin is not above stealing them and putting them in his own hair :3

it probably goes something a little like this::

Drabble beneath the cut ;)) it gets a little suggestive so minors please dni

pairing: poly!stray kids x fem!reader (chan, Minho, hyunjin and Felix focused) [werewolf!au - petrichor!univese] [poly!skz]

warnings: suggestive content!! no minors pls! teasing, hand kink, Dom!chan, dom!minho, switch!hyunjin, a little choking, member x member relationships, cursing

"Hyunjin!" your disgruntled shout echoes through the pack house, causing said werewolf to lift his head from the phone in his hands. You sigh frustratedly when your rummaging hands can't locate a single hair tie, the drawer that usually houses the scrunchies empty and barren. Tucking some hair behind your ear in an effort to keep it away from your face, you desperately try to locate something to hold it back. Felix wants to bake with you today, and you don't want your hair in your way while you do so.

"Yeah, Pretty?"

Hyunjin's humming response comes from the door, just beginning to enter the room, beckoned by the call of his name. He likes making you mad - that brat. Something about the frustrated look on your face and the way you turn it towards him makes him all hot and bothered. A smirk begins to pull up the corner of his mouth as he leans his tall form against the doorway.

When you whip around to face your mate, you barely have time to take in the obnoxiously attractive way he's leaning against the doorframe. With his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his lips, your heart skips a beat as your chest begins to feel warm.

However, your eyes lock onto the rosy pink scrunchy pulling the top half of his hair away from his eyes before you look too close at Hyunjin's attractive form.

"Jinnie, my hair tie!" you huff, stepping forward into his body with a frown on your lips. "S'it you who keeps stealing them? I can't find anymore!"

Hyunjin chuckles, leaning down closer to your face and you feel your skin get hot as his full lips fill your vision. He uncrosses his arms to pull you close, hands grasping your hips and guiding them towards his own. When you wiggle a little in embarrassment, Hyunjin nearly tosses his head back with a groan. You're a little too close to be moving like that, and Hyunjin nearly leans down to sink his teeth into your neck to keep you still. His wolf snarls inside his mind, goading him into doing so.

"Yeah, s'me," Hyunjin giggles, pushing his head into your neck. He hugs you close, starting to rock back and forth a little as your hands come up into his hair. "I like the way you smell, Angel"

When your fingers delve into the strands of his soft hair, scratching once against his scalp, Hyunjin sighs contentedly. However, still frustrated at your lack of hair tie and now knowing the culprit, your fingers grasp the hair at his scalp and gently pull his head back by the strands.

Though you had not expected Hyunjin to nearly keen when you do so.

The taller man allows his mouth to fall open, a desperate sound escaping his lips as you pull his hair. His body is too hot all of the sudden – too close and far too attractive. Hyunjin's hands dig into your hips, anchoring you to his front as he pushes his own hips a fraction closer.

"Ngh," Hyunjin grunts, his pretty voice echoing through the room as heat fills your stomach. Your mouth parts, not expecting the sound to escape him.

Hyunjin's teeth push at his gums, aching to extend and scrape them against your skin. He can see the raised skin of Chan's mating mark at your throat, and Hyunjin longs to refresh his own - just a few inches lower, so close to the breasts he loves so much.

"Jinnie?!"

Hyunjin doesn't answer verbally this time, simply pushing his hips closer and allowing the stiffening of his pants to respond for him. His chest rumbles in some sort of low purr, his fangs pushing beyond his gums as his hands slide closer to your back side. Your scent fills his senses, and his wolf growls happily - content with the growing arousal of one of their mates.

This had not been what you were expecting when you were searching for your hair tie.

"S'going on in here?"

Minho's voice interrupts the moment, stepping into the room with a grin on his lips. He could feel the growing arousal of one of his mates through the bond, unable to resist the sweet temptation of joining you. His own smirk pulls at his lips as his eyes take in your forms, wrapped tightly around each other as Hyunjin keens.

Your hand is wrapped in Hyunjin's hair, pulling his head back as your mouth drops open the slightest in muted shock. Hips pushed together, Minho feels the bond surge as you realize who has entered the room. His arms crossed across his muscular chest, Minho stands at the door with an eyebrow raised in that cocky look that makes you weak in the knees.

"Minho..." you breathily murmur as Hyunjin's hands squeeze you tight. Feeling hot and tingly, you squirm against the taller's body as he moans.

"Ahh..." the older werewolf hums, stalking into the room with slow strides. His aura is overwhelming, the dominant pheromones obvious to Hyunjin as Minho grows closer. You only see his darkened eyes and salacious grin as he descends on the two of you. "I've got two disobedient puppies, don't I?"

You shy away from his heated look, feeling suddenly submissive under Minho's heavy-lidded gaze.

Hyunjin answers with a weak snarl, wrenching his head from your grip and burying his face into your neck. Beginning to press his soft lips to the skin of your throat, you feel your bond surge with heat as his teeth scrape against the skin. When he comes a little too close to Chan's mating mark, you know it's too late.

The bond between you and the Alpha swells, getting hot and setting your nerves alight. Minho seems to know, his smirk widening as he realizes he'll have a little help putting you and Hyunjin in your places.

"Are you asking to be punished, Pretty boy?" Minho purrs, now close enough to run a hand over Hyunjin's spine. He grins wolfishly, fangs flashing when Hyunjin shivers.

"Sure seems like it."

Chan.

The Alpha steps into the room, radiating dominance and making your skin hot as his eyes roam over your exposed skin and Hyunjin's grip on your hips. You wiggle again, feeling the stiffness at Hyunjin's thighs against you as you sigh breathily. Hyunjin keens again.

This time, Minho's hand grips Hyunjin by his hair, pulling the younger wolf away from your neck with a smirk. Chan descends on the two of you with a dark look in your eyes and you shiver. The Alpha hovers over you with a grin, his muscular form hulking and feeling hot as it comes so close to your skin.

"Yeah?" Chan murmurs, his hand sliding up your front as he takes Hyunjin's place at your front. When his strong hand wraps around your throat, his thumb pushing gently into your mouth and brushing against the bottom lip, you feel so weak under him. Legs nearly trembling and stomach feeling hot, you feel the space between your thighs dampen with arousal. Chan's eyes seem to darken even further when his heightened senses catch the scent.

"You wanna' be punished, sweet thing?" Chan purrs, pushing your head back a little so he can see the raised skin of his mating mark. His wolf snarls happily at the sight of it, looking shiny under the florescent lights. His stomach twists and his chest swells with pride as he turns to Minho with a grin. The two wolves meet eyes, silently agreeing on something as Minho begins to pull Hyunjin out of the bathroom and towards the bedroom.

Hyunjin grins, not expecting the outcome, but certainly happy with it. He follows Minho with a little yip as his lover grips his ass on the way out. Minho laughs, unreasonably attractive in that moment.

Your eyes are drawn back to Chan's dark ones. The Alpha is looking down at you with those heavy eyes and you feel so submissive beneath that lusty gaze. When your lips open to kiss his thumb, softly taking it between your teeth, Chan purrs.

"Yeah you do," Chan murmurs, beginning to pull you back towards the bedroom. "Fuck... my pretty baby."

It's only when Chan pushes you onto the bed, your form falling into Hyunjin's waiting shirtless arms, Minho at your back and beginning to pull away your shirt, does Felix enter the doorway with a shout.

"Hey! We were supposed to be baking!' his incredulous words reach your ears, body sandwiched between two wolves, the third already beginning to join you. It's hot and heavy and your head begins to feel dizzy as the bond swells and surges with arousal.

"Join us then!" Minho turns his head to purr.

Felix sighs with a roll of his eyes, already stepping forward to shut the door behind him. Chan laughs against your skin when Felix begins to pull his shirt off with a huff, sliding onto the bed with a huff.

"You guys are ridiculous - move over."

[sucktacular]

Been a lil afk I feel like this past week so jsyk I still love y'all dearly and hope you've had a good start to the week so far!!! 💕🫂💕

[spaceclefairy]

All Over Again

In which the Ghoul thanks you properly for saving his ass.

Act I | Act III | Act IV | Act V | Ao3 Compilation

The time is almost midnight when you finally close up shop for the day. You don't keep regular hours of business per se - not in your line of work - so you close when you get a break in the number of bounty hunters showing up for payout. Unfortunately, today, it seemed like everyone was getting back late in the day from wherever they were, which left you balancing your contract logbook and counting up the safe late into the night.

You rub your temples and shut the log book. You’re tired of looking at the lines and numbers and yellowed, crumbling pages. The throbbing behind your eyes from the mediocre light tells you it’s time to call it a night.

You take the logbook and small front room safe into the backroom where you hide the larger, sturdier and lock them away for the night. You’ve never had a break-in at your office (it’s well-known that bounty agents are off-limits, lest the agency come down on you full force to reclaim their monies), but you’re not about to test your luck and be responsible for a bunch of payouts being stolen. 

As you’re locking the safe, you hear a crash from your office. It’s the cracking, tinkling sound of metal crunching and glass breaking, and it catches you off-guard.

You grab your gun and make your way back into the front office, searching for the source of the noise. You’re sure you’d already locked the door. Of course, tonight would be the night you finally do have someone break in. Whatever’s out there, though, that’s why you keep a gun on you. And you’ve got damn good aim.

The source of the crash isn’t hard to find. There’s a grown man lying on your floor gasping for air - a crumpled lump clad in full, dusty black. “Man” is a kind word, really. You can tell by the ratty duster it’s the Ghoul.

“Cooper?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper. You don’t lower the gun, but you nudge him with the tip of your boot. “Cooper? You ain’t turning, are you?”

The Ghoul gives a hacking cough, wheezing like he’s fighting not to give up the ghost. With whatever breath is left in him, he answers. “Chems…”

You take that as an indication that he’s not turning yet, but you don’t want to press your luck. You do, actually, kind of like the Ghoul, enough that you don’t mind keeping him alive and sane. Besides, you’ve got plenty of vials you can spare if it keeps him from turning feral. 

“Shit,” you huff.

You run behind your desk, yanking open every drawer as you go. You’ll have to scrounge around down in the bottom drawers since you’ve already locked up everything valuable in the big safe for the night. Luckily, though, you find a set of chems shoved into the back of one of the drawers. 

The Ghoul manages to fish his inhaler out of his shoulder bag while you search for chems. You grab the inhaler from his gloved hand and load it with a vial, roll him over on his back, and press the inhaler to his raw lips.

“Breathe,” you order. You press the plunger and vapor releases into his mouth. You give him a minute to inhale before pressing the plunger a second time. “Again.” 

The Ghoul gives another hacking cough, but the wheezing stops. He shuts his eyes, sighing with relief. 

“The fuck are you doing, walking around without chems?” you snap. You check his eyes, his vitals, and give him a once over to make sure he’s not been shot full of holes. He appears fine at first glance - particularly when he starts grumbling. “Have you lost your mind?”

He grunts. “Can you gimme a minute?”

You don’t give him a minute. Instead, you haul him up into a sitting position (fuck, he’s heavier than he looks). You manage to pull him up onto his feet and drag him over to your desk chair, depositing him there so he won’t be sprawled out on your floor.

“Stop hovering,” he grumbles, coughing. He leans his head against the back of the chair, closing his eyes. “You’re acting like some old biddy.”

You scoff and roll your eyes. You press the inhaler to his lips again. “And you sound like a dead man walking. Breathe.”

The Ghoul grunts deep in the back of his throat, but he does as you ask and breathes deep when you push the plunger. Another coughing fit, but his breathing finally evens out.

You drop your hand to your side, turning his inhaler over and over in your palm. “You good now?”

“Mhm.”

While he collects himself, you grab his shoulder bag and drop the rest of the chems into one of the pockets. “That’s all I have until morning. Big safe’s on a time lock, so it won’t open for six hours.”

“It’s fine.”

You toss his shoulder bag onto your desk, then sit down on the desk across from him. “How’d you get in here anyway?”

“Broke the lock.”

“Thanks, Coop,” you roll your eyes. That explains the crunching, metallic sounds.

“A lock’s not gonna stop someone from gettin’ to you if they want to,” he replies, opening one eye.

“No, that’s what the gun is for,” you say. “The lock is for clients.”

He chuckles, but he doesn’t reply. He closes his open eye again and relaxes back into the chair. You don’t know him well enough to keep hovering over him, but a part of you wants to, and you can’t explain it. Unfortunately for you, you’ve come to the realization you like the Ghoul - you expect this will become a problem for you sometime in the future.

You stand, wanting to keep monitoring him but knowing, for many reasons, that you shouldn’t. “Alright, I’m not strong enough to haul your ass up a flight of stairs. You can come up when you get it together. Or not - your choice. Just don’t break anything else.”

You leave the Ghoul where he sits and climb the stairs up to your home above your office. It’s not much - barely a kitchenette and a bedroom with a tiny bathroom off to the side, but it’s enough for you. 

You undress and climb into bed, pulling your threadbare comforter around you. It gets cold in the wasteland at night, but your room retains a good majority of the heat from the day. You’ll be tossing the sheets on the floor in short order.

You’re half-asleep, just toeing the edge of consciousness, when you hear footsteps shuffling up the stairs. You assume it’s the Ghoul, but you have your gun ready just in case.

It’s hard to tell in the dark, but you can hear him drop his bag onto the chair in the corner of your room, along with his duster, bandolier, hat, and shoes.

“Scoot over.”

The Ghoul climbs into bed next to you, and you promptly drift off to sleep.

+++++

You expect the Ghoul to be long gone when you wake up, but he's not. When you wake up, he's sitting up next to you, reading an old paperback he'd found in your bedside table. 

The few times you'd drifted in and out of sleep, you'd convinced yourself you were dreaming. You're not used to someone being in bed with you, and you hadn’t really expected him to come upstairs with you once he’d recovered the night before. You halfway remember waking up at one point to find his arm slung around your waist. Another time, you'd woken up to find you’d shoved your face into the crook of his shoulder, and he'd just… let you do it.

Odd.

“I fixed the lock.”

You blink up at him, bleary-eyed and semi-confused. “Huh?”

“The lock?” he snorts. But, despite his gruff nature, he talks to you a little more gently. “Last night. I fixed it before I came up here.”

Right, he’d broken the lock on your front door when he broke in. You suppose that’s about as close as you’re going to get to thank you for saving my ass from the Ghoul, but it works for you.

You nod and sink back down into your pillow.

The Ghoul holds up the derelict, crumbling paperback he'd been reading. “Louis L'Amour? Where the hell did you even get this?”

“There's a…” you trail off. You're trying to force yourself to become coherent, but you're not used to conversation this early. “A wandering trader. Comes through with old books sometimes. Don't know where he gets them, but he'll trade for whatever's handy.”

The Ghoul is silent for a beat. “I'll trade you for this one if you're finished with it.”

“You can borrow it, Coop. Just bring it back when you're done,” you offer. You stretch out, trying to work out some of the kinks in your shoulders from dragging around a grown man the night before. “Not gonna lie, I'm surprised you're still here.”

There's an unspoken me too hanging in the air on the Ghoul's part. He sets the book gently on your bedside table. You find it strange anytime he’s gentle - it's just not him - but you suppose the capability is there. In fact, you suspect there may even be some tenderness left in him, but you like the Ghoul as he is and take him just the same, viciousness and venom included.

“Well, I figured I'd give you a proper thank you for last night, if you're interested. Morning person that you are.”

You smirk up at him. “Better be a good thank you if you're waking me up.”

He climbs up on his knees and smacks your thigh. “Spread ‘em and find out.”

You gladly oblige and shift so he’s got room to do what you hope he plans on doing. You'd kept your underwear on during the night, but that was it - it just gets way too hot upstairs to sleep in clothes, despite the coolness of the wasteland night. 

The Ghoul sees fit to remedy that and strips your underwear off of you, tossing them to the floor. He settles between your legs, still on his knees, and places an ungloved hand on your thigh. Under his gaze, you almost feel a little shy. You don’t know why - you've never been shy a day in your life. He trails his hand down and runs a finger up your slit, slowly, and almost reverently. It would tickle if it didn't give you goosebumps.

He reaches over you and grabs his unused pillow, then stuffs it under your hips to give him some leverage. He doesn't break eye contact as he shuffles down onto his elbows and hooks your legs over his shoulders. 

Not for the first time, you’re struck by how pretty his eyes are in stark contrast to the rest of him. Your brain summarily switches off because, as you're remarking to yourself that the Ghoul has pretty eyes (you dork), he chooses that moment to lick you from slit to clit. You jump - you're not sure why, you were clearly expecting it - and that makes him smirk up at you. He does it again, slower this time, spreading you open with his fingers to give himself better access. 

You’re not sure where this level of patience is coming from considering how quick he was to slam his dick down your throat last time, but you’re definitely enjoying it. And, of course, just as you’re enjoying how thoroughly slow he’s going, he takes the opportunity to seal his mouth over your clit and suck. 

He tightens his grip on your thighs and drags you closer. You can’t stop yourself from grinding up against his mouth, and he doesn’t stop you. No, he slides two fingers into you and chases them with his tongue, spreading you open and licking you deep. You’re so, so close, and just when you’re right there, he stops.

Your head hits your pillow. “Fuck, Coop - don’t stop-”

And then he’s on you. 

The Ghoul hovers over you, hands on either side of your head, and smashes his lips down on yours. He hikes your legs up around his waist, grinding down on you. You match his pace, and you know you’re soaking the front of his pants.

“Now, what was that you were tellin’ me to do?” he asks. He slides a hand down your chest, down your stomach, and back down to your cunt before stuffing his fingers back into you. “Hm?”

“Take off your fucking pants, Cooper.”

“Givin’ orders now?” he smirks, but he unzips his pants in a hurry. “Greedy, greedy.”

“Fuck me and I’ll quit giving orders,” you reply.

“Keep runnin’ your mouth and I’ll put it to work,” he threatens, but it’s half-hearted. He’s just as ready as you, and no matter how tough he makes himself out to be, he can’t hide how breathless he is.

You tilt your hips up to give the Ghoul a better angle, and he drives into you just as roughly as he did the first time in your downstairs backroom. You clutch the back of his shirt, scrambling to get a good grip on him, and succeed in yanking it up enough to dig your nails into his skin. That lick of pain makes him thrust into you harder, scooting you an inch up closer to the head of the bed. He clearly likes the bite of pain, and you clearly like giving it to him. He shoves his face into the crook of your neck and scrapes his teeth over your skin. 

The Ghoul, for just a moment, has the wherewithal to pull out and flip you over onto your stomach. You’re on your knees now, on all fours in front of him - he flips you so quickly, you almost don’t realize he’s done it until he’s pushing back into you. He grips your hips and all but pulls you onto his cock.

You were already close before he climbed on top of you. You’re so close now - the heat curls up in your belly and at the base of your spine, and it feels so good to just succumb to the heat. 

You reach behind your back to grab at one of his hands, but he just takes the opportunity to pin your arm behind your back. He wraps his other arm around your chest and guides you up onto just your knees. The angle is precarious, but his grip on you is iron, and you know he’s not going to let you tip forward. 

The Ghoul grabs one of your tits and squeezes. “Come on, babydoll. I can feel how close you are.”

He drops a hand down to your clit, toying with you in short, quick circles. Your whole body tenses, and you come so hard it feels like lightning down your spine. He keeps you pinned flush to his chest until your head drops back onto his shoulder and you can breathe again.

“You got radaway close by?” the Ghoul rasps in your ear. He sounds about as fucked out as you are.

You shake your head. “It’s downstairs in the safe.”

“Fuck,” he hisses. “Where do you want it, then?”

“Back, front, I don’t care,” you say. You clench down around him in response to his thrusts, still wet despite being overstimulated. “Wherever.”

The Ghoul lets you fall forward onto your hands. His grip on your hips tightens as he thrusts into you, and you know you’ll have bruises in a few hours. Finally, he pulls out and paints your lower back with his cum.

You don’t see what he uses to clean you up, but you suspect it’s the edge of his shirt. You collapse down onto the bed and roll over onto your back, watching as he zips himself up and tucks his shirt back in. The fleeting glimpse you get of his skin underneath his shirt tells you his stomach is as raw and red as his face.

The Ghoul looks down at you on the bed, clearly amused watching you stretch and spread out. “Was that enough of a thank you?”

You grin and spread your legs, smirking at him when he glances down. “It’ll do for now.”

He shakes his head. “Next time, I’m gonna make you ride me sundown to sunup.”

“Too tired from doing all the work, Coop?” you tease, laughing when he fixes you with a patent glare. You pat the open spot between your legs on the bed. “You could always stick around another next time.”

The Ghoul pauses for a moment, seems to be almost tempted, but he shakes his head. “Better be heading out.”

You shrug. “Too bad. Bed’s comfortable.”

The Ghoul pulls his duster on, slides his bandolier over his shoulders alongside his shoulder bag, and pulls his shoes on, all while you watch in silence. You can hear him wheezing gently, but you don’t mention it. You’d repacked his inhaler in his shoulder bag the night before along with a case of chems to keep him in check - he’d find them soon enough if he didn’t remember they were there.

Despite the urge to just go back to sleep, you figure you might as well get set up downstairs for the day’s bounties to come in. You grab a shirt and pants and pull them on, all but tumbling out of bed. You’re already sore, and the Ghoul can clearly tell from the way he’s raising his non-existent eyebrows.

You shake your head at him. “Shut up and get out, Cooper.”

[here2bbtstrash]

crybaby (explicit)

genre: all pwp all smut babeyyyyyy

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: your boyfriend has always mixed his pleasure with pain.

word count: 4.3k

contains: explicit sexual content!!!!!! like that's the whole fic lmao 😵��💫 established relationship, marathon sex, wrist restraints/bondage, cocky yet eager sub!jungkook 🥵, soft dom!reader but she can be a lil tough, clothed tit play, objectification, she calls him bunny which i think is cute 🥺, spitting, dick riding, unprotected sex, fingers in mouth, humping/grinding, jk has a nipple piercing 🙈, overstimulation/multiple orgasms - for both of them hehe, vibrator use, jungkook (and reader!) pushing himself to his limits bc..... he's jungkook, he cries 🥲, reader finds it hot 👀, a lottttt of sweat & cum lol, cum licking/eating, blowjob, maybe some subspace if you squint, winners never quit 💪, talk of coming dry at the end, jk is kind of a little shit lmaooooo - alright i think that's it 😩

A/N: not me barely managing to get this up before the ticket sales start 😅 happy hunger games to y'all who have codes!!! this fic is a birthday gift to my love, my angel, my cunning linguist @moni-logues 💜 HAPPY (yesterday) BIRTHDAY bb, can't wait to marry you on our first date, it is the joy of my life to build castles in the air with you~

and god bless jk for his lives the past few weeks bc they breathed so much life into this regular degular "sub!jk" fic idea. i'm v obsessed with his personality and the way he always pushes himself "just a little more", whether it's in staying up til 5 am singing karaoke on his couch or giving his absolute all in a workout. just so in love with our bunny tbh, so i hope you enjoy this spicy version of him too!! 🥰

read on AO3!

~*~

You know your boyfriend has always mixed his pleasure with pain.

He stays up late even when he’s exhausted, likes to do his workouts to failure, could spend hours in a tattoo session with the needle pressed to his skin and his bones humming from the buzz. Always holding out for as long as he can, always wanting just a little bit more before he calls it quits, even when it’s hard, even when it hurts. Because he wants to test his limits.

And today, you want to test them, too.

That’s why you text him to meet you in the bedroom, let him find you in nothing but one of his oversized Carhartt shirts, kneeling up on the bed as you affix a pair of purple silk restraints to the headboard.

There’s the soft creak of the mattress from Jungkook’s added weight, and you feel the heat of him as he crowds you from behind, hands dragging up the curve of your hips and taking the hem of your borrowed shirt with it.

“This was the emergency, huh?” The low murmur of his voice is chased by the cool touch of his lip ring as he drags his mouth up the nape of your neck. A blossom of arousal starts to unfurl in your core. “Wanted to use these?”

“Yeah,” you answer, feigning nonchalance as you give the silk a firm tug to test that it holds. Satisfied, you let yourself sink back into Jungkook’s touch, dropping your head against his shoulder and smiling when he leans down to brush his lips over yours. He hums a soft little sound into your mouth.

You cup your hand to the nape of his neck when you pull away to finish the thought. “Thought we could try them on you.”

The words are seemingly all your boyfriend needs to hear; he drops down onto the mattress so hard that he bounces a little. You can’t help but laugh at the way he scrambles to strip out of his sweatshirt, like he’s being timed, then hurriedly centers himself on the pillows, eyes glinting dark with desire.

When you first started talking to Jungkook, everything about him made you expect that he would be the one to call the shots. The good looks, the tattoos and piercings, the muscles— and definitely the motorcycle. But once you’d sat across from him at dinner on your first official date, only to watch him blush and fumble his way through a conversation, you started to suspect that maybe he preferred to follow rather than lead.

That thought was certainly confirmed the next time you saw him out in public: it’d been a full two weeks since your first date, with nothing but radio silence between you since. You were admittedly maybe a little too drunk when you spotted him out with his friends at the same bar you’d been dragged to by yours— drunk enough to have no problem walking right up to him to read him for filth, in front of all of his friends, for ghosting you.

Except he’d just blinked those big brown eyes up at you, mouth dropped open in disbelief, and quietly admitted that he’d been waiting all this time for you to text him.

One of his friends had clapped him on the back, laughing loudly as he corroborated Jungkook’s confession. “He’s been having midnight karaoke pity parties because he never heard from you. Please take this boy out again before his neighbors have him evicted!”

That night told you everything you needed to know about how the dynamics in your relationship would work out. That if you wanted something, there was a very good chance Jungkook wanted it, too.

Which is why it doesn’t surprise you that your boyfriend is already sprawled out half-naked on the bed beneath you, arms folded behind his head in a way that makes his biceps bulge, dangerously attractive.

His mouth pulls into a cocky, flirtatious grin. “Ah, so you wanna use me?”

“I do,” you murmur, straddling your thighs over his torso and leaning up to take the smooth purple silk between your fingers. He offers you one hand before you even have to ask for it, and takes advantage of the other’s last few minutes of freedom to paw at you over your shirt. His tattooed fingers seek out your breast and squeeze, his thumb flicking lazy strokes over your nipple.

You tug the knot of the restraint to tighten it, then look back just as Jungkook closes his lips around the clothed bud of your breast. The rough drag of cotton against your sensitive skin makes you hot all over, your nipple stiffening easily at the rub of his insistent tongue.

“How’s that? Too tight?”

He smirks with your tit still in his mouth, soaking a wet spot into your shirt, teeth scraping gently. “Could be tighter.”

“You are such a show-off,” you huff, more endeared than aggravated as you redo the knot, this time as tight as you can manage. Jungkook pulls against it teasingly, but it does actually seem to hold him in place, and you can feel a dull thud between your legs at the flex of his muscles on full display, the image of him already half-helpless beneath you.

“I’m Jeon Jungkook,” he says, as if in explanation, giving your breast a final playful jiggle before you tug his other hand off to tie it up, too.

“Well, Jeon Jungkook,” you retort with a smirk and a grunt of effort as you lean over him to tug the knot tight. You glance down to find him already using the leverage of his restraints to pull himself up so that he can continue to nuzzle his face into your shirt between your tits, abdominals shaking a little from the effort, undeterred despite the loss of both of his hands.

You take his jaw in your grip and scoot yourself further down his body, dipping in to plant a kiss on his soft lips.

“Are you gonna be a good little toy for me?”

“Uh-huh,” he grunts, and you enjoy the tease of hovering just past where he can reach, watching him strain up toward your mouth to seek another kiss and fall ever so short.

You can feel arousal already dripping from your folds as you slide further down the bed, slipping off from on top of Jungkook to easily rid him of his joggers and briefs. His dick smacks against his stomach, thick and hard; wet, too, at the pretty brown tip. You toss his clothes over the edge of the bed, then strip your own shirt to follow before lowering yourself between his spread legs.

The muscles in Jungkook’s thighs tighten with visible anticipation as you hover above his cock, letting the heat of your breath fan out over him, not unlike the warm afternoon air leaking in through the cracked bedroom window, the first taste of spring. You can hear the wet clicks of Jungkook’s tongue in his mouth.

“Easy, bunny,” you murmur, and then you work up a mouthful of saliva and spit it right onto the head of his dick.

He hisses in a breath at the splatter of it, then gasps a soft little sound when you take him in your hand to slip your fist down the length of him. That’s Jungkook all over; always so eager, always so sensitive.

“What do you think?” you muse, your mouth ticking up as you feel Jungkook’s hips roll into your grasp. “Think it’s ready for me, baby?”

“‘Sready,” he grunts, teeth clenched. “Use it, jagi.”

You waste no time, crawling back up Jungkook’s body to settle your hips over his, flattening your palms against his chest. He’s still squirming, thighs flexing against the bed as he rocks up in a desperate attempt to find the wet heat of your cunt, and you giggle as you work yourself backwards until the head of his dick catches on your entrance.

It’s a bit of a stretch, but you’re wet enough to take it. You bite down on a smug smile as you manage to seat yourself on him hands-free.

“Fuck, love when you do that.” Jungkook’s voice is a low growl, and you slide a hand up the firm definition in his chest and slowly start to rock yourself along his length. His cock fills you up like he was made for it; you can feel every detail of him drag against your ridges, trailing sparks of pleasure as you tilt your hips to drive him right into your sweet spot.

Jungkook’s head kicks back against the pillow as a groan rips through him. There’s a gentle crease in his brow, furrowed in the way that tells you it’s so good: the tight heat of your pussy, the slick stretch of it when you work it on him. You ride him rough, make him take it like a good boy.

Another noise stutters out of Jungkook, chased this time by a huff of breath that it takes you a second to realize is a laugh, the tone caught halfway between shy and horny. You watch the way he squirms, restless against his restraints, like he can’t help himself.

He answers before you can ask. “The way your tits— fuckin’ bounce— fuck, I wanna touch you.”

The feeling sinks in as you watch him writhe beneath you, as you shove your hips back harder to pull more desperate sounds out of him. It’s fun, not letting him have what he wants, makes you drip that much more down the length of him.

“You can’t.”

“I know,” he grunts, wrists tugging uselessly. “It’s hot— that I can’t.”

“It is,” you concede, feigning composure despite the hitch in your breath, the way you’re already close to the edge and pushed that much closer by having Jungkook like this. Tied up, all yours, free to do with as you please.

And still fighting against his fucking restraints.

“Think I could rip these?”

It’s like your body acts faster than your pleasure-driven mind can keep up with: all at once, you’re tracing the pouted curve of Jungkook’s bottom lip, then slipping two fingers past it into the heat of his mouth.

“Shh, bunny,” you murmur. He blinks up at you, glassy-eyed as you pet over his tongue, all lush and wet on your fingertips. “Toys don’t talk.”

You press down more firmly as if for emphasis, enjoying how his soft parts give so easily to your touch, and then Jungkook outright moans around your fingers in his mouth.

The needy little sound makes your pussy pulse hot between your thighs.

“Fuck,” you hiss as you take him to the hilt, changing the stroke of your hips to grind against your toy, used solely to get yourself off now. Humping, really, rubbing your clit over the smooth skin of his abdomen where he’s blooming feverglow, flushed with need. Jungkook’s eyes flicker back in his head at the way your pussy’s taking him, squeezed tight like a vice and gushing wet. Working raw sounds out of him, his jaw gone slack; you can feel the blunt edge of his teeth and his heavy, shaky breath on the palm of your hand.

Your thighs shift to spread wider and the next drag of your clit is at just the right angle that pleasure surges up in you, undeniable, overwhelming. It’s all you can do now to chase your release, to keep rocking yourself into it, Jungkook’s thick cock plugged up inside of you and drool slicking out of his mouth to drip down your wrist.

“Gonna make myself come on my pretty little toy,” you manage to gasp.

Jungkook’s eyes find yours, burning intensity, the way he gets, and then he closes his lips tight around your fingers in his mouth and sucks, as if he’s begging to be used, and it sends you over the edge all at once. Your head tips back as your orgasm kicks through you, white noise pleasure, enough to get lost in.

Hips still rolling, you grind yourself through it, the waves of your climax swelling and receding again, until you finally drop forward against Jungkook’s chest, breathless and buzzing all over.

You let your fingers slip out of his mouth, exhale a laugh as they skip over the defined ridges of his stomach when you wipe your hand dry, taking full advantage of the fact that he’s powerless to stop you.

“Shit, that was hot.”

Jungkook’s voice is hoarse with desire as you shift to find the curve of his neck under your mouth, trailing kisses until your lips brush over the pretty lines of ink just behind his ear. He’s still thick and stiff inside you, with a steady pulse-throb that tells you how badly he needs to come, how worked up he is from being used as your personal hump-toy.

“Yeah,” you echo, paired with a tentative rock of your hips that makes your cunt flutter, overstimulated, tugs a little whine out of Jungkook, too. Your tongue feels thick in your mouth as you breathe against his flushed skin.

“Think I— wanna keep using my toy. Kinda feel like being greedy.”

Jungkook’s cock twitches, shameless, at your admission, again when you flick a thumb over the silver jewelry studded through his nipple. There’s a part of you that wants to keep him like this, his leaking-hard dick filling you up while you purr nasty shit in his ear, just to see if he can come from it.

“Might ride it until I break it.” You scrape your teeth up his neck and he moans. “Gonna take all I can give you, bunny?”

His throat jumps visibly as he swallows, fights to gasp a desperate “uh-huh”. Answers with his body, too, arching up to press himself deeper into you, rubbing the slick, hot tip of his cock into your front wall in just the right way to melt pleasure down your spine. You reward his eager submission with a soft kiss, then lick along the seam of his lips, enjoying the sweet little noises that pour into your mouth when you open him up.

Still intertwined, his tongue stroking over yours, your hand goes fumbling for the nightstand, comes away with the slender cylinder of your vibrator, and switches it on before slipping it down to press between your bodies.

“Oh my god,” Jungkook groans as you nestle the shuddering bullet between your folds and find the bud of your clit. You know he can feel it too from the way his hips jerk beneath you, the steady buzz engulfing his cock as you squeeze your pussy around him, all lush sensitivity from your first orgasm. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.”

“You can.” The words are hardly more than a warm exhale from your mouth to his, your lips brushing. “But I’m not gonna stop.”

You don’t give him time to respond or even heave in another gasp of air before your thumb finds the button at the base of your vibrator, clicks it once, then again.

“F— ahh!”

Jungkook’s body jolts like a live wire as he falls apart beneath you. You sit up to take in the whole of him, your free palm slipping to the jut of his hip, fingertips splayed out and pressed heavy to anchor.

Pinned down and helpless, he trembles through the hot rush of his release, dick buried deep and pulsing as it all comes spilling out of him.

“That’s it, baby,” you coo. Your nails scratch lovingly against his skin to coax him out of it— taking such good care of your toy. His breath is punching out of his chest in these ragged, overwhelmed gasps, sweat glittering at his temples while he whimpers through the comedown. So fucking beautiful like this.

The hum of the vibrator rolls through you, strong enough with the change in angle that your eyes drop shut to focus on the feeling.

Jungkook whines when you circle your hips with him still tucked up inside of you— it’s a wrecked little noise, high and sweet, underscored by the thick squelch of his cum starting to leak back down his shaft. Your thighs tense just right from the filthy sound of it, and then it’s all throbbing velvet glow in your core as you clench up and come on his cock again.

“Fuuuuuck, bunny,” you groan up to the ceiling, your head tipped back as it washes over you. “God, yeah.”

You flick the vibrator off when it gets to be too much, let it go rolling down the mattress— the bedroom feels bigger for the silence. Sweat slicks at the back of your knees, warm spring breeze still licking through the window to flutter the sheer-gauze curtains.

You’re fluttering too, all over: the kick of your heartbeat, the breath stuttering out of your lungs. The throb of your cunt, split open and drooling out juice, messy-wet fresh fruit.

The sound of the bedsheets shifting has your lashes flickering open again, and there’s Jungkook. Dark hair fanned out on the pillow, wrists bound, and that look in his eyes. Like he can take a little more. Like he’s waiting for your cue. Like there’s this whole-heart want brimming up inside of him, making his blood run hot.

He’s still hard between your legs.

“Go on then,” you tell him. “Give me another one.”

With a concentrated growl, Jungkook flattens his feet to the bed, grips tighter to his restraints for leverage, and starts to pound up into you. You can feel an overstimulated shudder in the stroke of his hips, how his cockhead twitches, sensitive, as it rubs over your g-spot. But he doesn’t stop; doesn’t even lose his rhythm.

He fucks you like a machine, and it’s all you can do to brace your palms against his chest and tip forward, rocking yourself down to meet him thrust for thrust.

The harsh slap of body on body is almost enough to drown out the rest: your open-mouthed panting, Jungkook’s groan when your nails dig crescent moon slivers into his tan skin, the gravel edge to your words, “Yeah, like that, fuck me just like that.”

It takes you a second to notice, the sound buried beneath it all, but then it floats through— Jungkook’s sucking his breath in through his teeth now, his jaw tight. You can see the jump of a muscle working there.

“Does it hurt, baby?” you gasp, more air than voice.

Jungkook’s head drops back against the pillow, brow pinched from the focus of keeping his pace steady. He’s breathless, too, when he answers: “Feels good.”

“Feels good because it hurts, huh? Is that how you like it?”

A strangled noise tears out of his throat, and he shoves up even harder, like he wants to fuck you into the shape of him. You splay one hand over the column of his throat and watch his pretty brown eyes blink-blink back at you, and then you have to bury your moans in the crook of his neck as you come hard.

The world around you returns a little at a time. First, the tremble of your tired thighs, the dull ache that’s already started to bloom at the bend of your knees. Then, Jungkook’s body curved up against yours, hips still slow-rolling as you exhale in hot, jagged bursts against his skin. There’s the distinct drip of his cum sliding out of you, and all the sticky-wet places where it’s slicked up the swell of your ass.

“Shit,” you laugh when you manage to find the breath for it. “That was crazy.”

Jungkook shifts a little, but doesn’t respond, and then he makes this wet, soft gasp. You realize he’s shaking beneath you.

You sit up so fast the room spins; your tether is Jungkook’s face, cupped lovingly now between your palms.

“Oh, baby.”

A fat teardrop traces a path down his cheek. Another threatens the dark border of his lashes. He can’t wipe them away with his wrists tied up, but you can see him trying to hold back even as a sob shudders through him, his chest heaving.

“You okay, my love?” you murmur, swiping a thumb across his face. He sniffles, nods, hiccups a little. The tip of his nose is flushed pink. “Shoulda told me to stop, if it was too much.”

“It feels good,” he insists, and his voice cracks around the words. “It’s just a lot. But ‘m not— don’t wanna stop.”

“No? You sure?”

Jungkook sucks his lip ring into his mouth as he nods again, sniffs again. That sends a bolt of something through you.

“You’ve been so good to me,” you praise, and you tip your ass back until his softening cock slips out, smeared glossy-white with your shared release. Jungkook’s still wound-up, pulled so tight inside himself that he flinches when you slip a hand down to ease his legs apart, sliding lower on the bed to slot yourself between them.

“Can I take care of you, bun?” The question’s posed sweetly, chased with a flutter of your lashes and kisses dropped down on the flat plane of his abdomen. “I’ll be gentle.”

He whimpers— answers in the way his hips lift up to meet your mouth.

Your hands press flat to Jungkook’s broad thighs, and you can feel the overwhelmed static-shiver beneath your palms, little tremors that jolt through his muscles. Head dipped low, you drag your tongue up his length and it punches a thick sob out of him, hips stirring like he’s trying to crawl up the bed. But you just keep going, pin him down and make him take it, working broad flat stripes over the whole of his shaft, root to tip. Tasting him, salt and slick and your own heady flavor; you lick him clean.

Jungkook comes quietly this time, feet flexing restless on the bed as you tongue it all out of him. You swipe two fingers through the mess on his stomach and suck that up, too.

Humming around the digits in your mouth, you surface from between Jungkook’s legs to take him in: eyes closed, face wet with tears. You can see the rise and fall of his chest as he gasps for air, shaky, coming down from it.

“Alright baby,” you soothe, shifting up to straddle his chest, knees sinking into the sheets. “All done now, just breathe. Gonna untie you.”

Reaching up, you gently tug open the knot on one restraint, then the other, easing Jungkook’s limp arms to the mattress. Your thumbs find his wrists to massage soft love-circles in case he’s gone numb there, gently coaxing him back to earth.

“Did so good for me, bunny.”

There’s a whimper, and then Jungkook’s surging up to kiss you, forceful enough that you give a little hum of surprise against his lips.

His hands are all over you, all at once, tugging at your legs to drag them forward until you’re flat on your back on the mattress. Your sore thighs shake when he shoves them up and apart, and then a sharp buzz rolls right over the bud of your clit and you keen. Fuck, when did he even grab the vibrator?

“Wanna make you come again,” he pants, and you smile even as your spine arches off the bed. Of course. You should’ve known.

It’s Jungkook all over, you think, hyper-focused on your pleasure even when he’s out of commission, and then you feel the head of his cock push inside and you both gasp. Your cunt aches, so swollen that it’s like he’s stretching you out all over again when you take him to the hilt.

“Oh my god,” you breathe. Jungkook’s hips snap, punctuated by a strangled grunt of effort, but he keeps going, making soft little sweet-pain whines with every thrust, brow scrunched as he brute-forces his way well past overstimulation.

He’s still crying, you realize.

Tears roll down his face and drip onto your collarbone, and everything’s somehow hotter for it. His length is slick, painted in the stored-up remnants of his cum, and you can hear the squish of your folds at the base of his cock each time he fucks it all back into you, so dirty it makes your head spin.

“J-just like that, baby,” you groan, overwhelmed; you can barely get the words out. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.”

Jungkook buries his face in the crook of your neck, and you can feel him shaking, dripping, still rabbiting his hips into you, and then the hum of pleasure reverberating through your body explodes. Your clit throbs with an orgasm that feels endless, dizzying, divine. Jungkook outright sobs as your walls pulse pulse pulse around him, begging for every last drop.

When it’s all too much, you swat at his hand, mumbling shapes that aren’t words until the vibrator’s switched off and tossed away. He pulls out with a thick wet sound and the hiss of his breath between his teeth.

Together, you come down slow. Exhaling staccato, limbs tangled, bodies flushed and sweat-sticking.

Jungkook moves first: flops onto the mattress next to you, entirely exhausted, the way you’ve seen him get after a particularly rough workout. Scrubs at his face with one hand, this shy laugh fluttering out of him. “Can’t believe I cried. Ah, so embarrassing.”

You turn onto your side, tugging his hand away so you can press a kiss to his open palm. “Don’t ask me why but… in the moment? Very hot, actually.” A flush colors his cheeks and you giggle. “My perfect little crybaby.”

He flashes you his signature cocky grin, eyes squeezing shut as it morphs into something nearer to a wince. “Fuck, I’m so sweaty.” A breathless gasp, again. “And my dick hurts. I think I came dry that last time.”

“Poor baby,” you coo, not quite sincere. “You really could’ve stopped at… what, three?”

Eyes closed and still smirking, he shakes his head, damp hair falling in his face. “No I couldn’t have— I’m Jeon Jungkook.”

“You certainly are.”

[juyeonszn]

BLAH BLAH

PAIRING jacob bae x f!reader

WORD COUNT 2.17k

GENRES fluff ﹒suggestive

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DNI yk all that jazz, mature language, younghoon being stupid, one bed trope 🙀, jacob is shirtless….. that deserves its own warning tbh, reader also is topless at one point but not for the same reason, reader is down bad for cobie, dry humping ig idk if it really counts but i’m including it anyway, this is kinda tame tbh but,,, the tension is there i swear!!

SUMMARY you swore you would never make any physical contact with jacob bae ever again to protect your heart. what the hell are you supposed to do now that you’re sharing a room?

MORE HELLO!!! she is finished 😼 finished her up in a day im impressed with myself ANNSNW ANYWAYS this is a request from my 100 followers event! thank u again moni (@zzoguri) bae i hope u enjoy this 🫶🫶 prompts used are: 10, 12, 13 <3

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs

You know, you weren’t entirely expecting yourself to fall for Jacob Bae.

To be fair, it was very hard not to. From his infectious smile, to his genuineness, he was honestly the complete package. Even before you became friends, it was difficult to not fawn over the guy. You would see him across campus every now and then, laughing along with his friends or something of that nature, and you always felt a tiny ping in your heart.

Then came Eric Sohn and Kim Sunwoo’s annual back to school pool party.

Naturally, parties were the bane of your existence. You could never fully enjoy yourself, what with the clusters of people in one house and the strong scents of both alcohol and weed. However, one of your gal pals managed to convince you to tag along just to say you’d been to one of the infamous parties.

That was your first mistake.

Two hours into your eventual demise, you found yourself swishing around the contents of your red solo cup on the backyard patio, your friends having long disappeared. You were bored out of your mind with no one to talk to and now a near empty drink. A creak of the wooden boards behind you had you spinning around so fast you almost got whiplash.

Jacob Bae gives you a smile, stifling a laugh when you almost spill the last couple sips of your beverage. He sits himself beside you, sighing in either content or relief— to this day you’re still not sure.

“Hi, I’m Jacob,” he extends a hand towards you. “I saw you sitting out here and thought I’d introduce myself.”

Just like they say in the movies, the moment your skin comes into contact with his, there’s sparks. It’s like a jolt of electricity is running along your arm through your nervous system, shocking your brain. From that moment on, you made it a personal mission to never touch him again, out of fear it would happen every single time and you might do something extremely stupid.

Now here you are, ten months later and still just as whipped as you were day one.

Your friends dragged you on a little road-trip just to get away for a bit at the start of the summer. You were nervous thanks to the fact that a wheel spinner decided roommates and you got stuck with Jacob. If anyone asked, you’d say you were pretty good at pretending like you weren’t hopelessly in love with your friend. You looked at him normally, rather than with the want to rip his clothes off and go at it like bunnies.

“Jacob and Y/N sitting in a tree K-I-S-S— ow!” Younghoon rubs his arm where you’d just smacked him, pouting at you. “That hurt, what the fuck?”

“That was the point, bozo.” You roll your eyes, watching Jacob swimming around in the hotel pool. You hug your knees to your chest, resting your chin on top of them. How could someone make something so simple look so attractive?

Tonight would be a true test of faith, the ultimate challenge of whether or not you could truly resist Jacob Bae’s charms. Even if you’d stayed in the same house or same general vicinity, you always managed to dodge sharing a room. There were the few occasions you slept over at his and Sangyeon’s shared apartment, along with everyone else in your friend group. They’d both offered up their rooms for whoever wanted to bunk with them for the night since there wasn’t much room on the couches. You always picked the couch.

But there were no separate rooms keeping you apart this time. There was no couch. Just two beds and a couple feet between them. Oh God. You would be changing in the same room. Jacob Bae would be naked within your reach.

You blink away the thoughts creeping up from the back of your mind. You couldn’t have that mindset sharing a room with him. Couldn’t that be classified as immoral? Disrespectful? Your brain had to stay pure or you might not survive this trip at all.

“Why do you look like you’ve just seen a ghost?” Younghoon asks with an amused lilt to his voice. You give him a nasty side eye in return.

“I might as well have. I hope I keel over and die right now so I can join them.” You huff, your head bobbing up and down as you talk thanks to your knees under your chin.

Younghoon snorts, standing to shake his hair like a dog would after a bath. “You’ll be fine, dude. It’s not that serious honestly. Just think of this as, um, a team bonding exercise.”

“You’re a fucking clown.”

After about another hour of swimming, playing chicken, and other pool activities of that sort, the boys decide to call it a night. Thankfully so, because you had a long day of sightseeing ahead of you tomorrow. You gather your things and part ways for your respective rooms. Some were on different floors than others; you and Jacob’s for example was on the top floor. You don’t know why, but the guys were insistent on swimming first, prior to checking out your rooms.

You waddle behind him like a lost puppy, following him to the elevator. The whole ride up is silent save for the soft lo-fi beat playing over the speakers. Jacob is still very shirtless, a towel tossed over his shoulder haphazardly. What was its purpose? Couldn’t tell you since there were still droplets of water decorating his back.

Good Lord, you needed to stop staring at him, lest you wanted to go into cardiac arrest.

Your feet padding against the carpeted flooring of the hallway is the only thing you can hear all the way to your room. You even watch sheepishly as he pulls out the keycard and holds it to the sensor. It quickly flashes green and he pushes open the door.

You’re too preoccupied gawking at his back muscles again to notice he’s stopped in his tracks, causing you to bump into him. He laughs that melodic laugh of his before turning around to steady you. You give him a weak smile in apology.

And then you see why he paused so abruptly.

“Oh no, there’s only one bed, what will we do now?”

You sputter at how nonchalant he is about the situation. You glance back and forth from him to the bed and repeat, sweat forming on your palms. It was already going to be hard enough just sleeping in the same room, now you had to sleep in the same bed? You wouldn’t be surprised if you were found dead tomorrow morning.

“W-We can talk to someone at the front desk? Maybe we can get things sorted out and get a room with two beds instead?” You avoid eye contact.

“It’s too late for that. Besides, we did book these at the last minute, so they probably gave us whatever they had available.” He shrugs. His attitude is kind of pissing you off. How could he be so calm right now?

“Well— uh— um— maybe—“ Your words falter as you struggle to come up with a solution. Jacob’s lips quirk up in amusement.

“Maybe you could use that mouth for more than just talking nonsense.”

You make a sound similar to choking, your eyes widening as you process what the hell he just said. You keep blinking at him, mouth parted in astonishment? Shock? Surprise? Bewilderment? Did Jacob Bae really just say that to you?

When you don’t respond for a bit of time, he heads to the bathroom to presumably shower. You’re glued to your spot, unable to move or think. Your head felt like it was hollow, full of cotton. You had to be imagining that entire interaction. That was the only thing that made sense.

Even as the water in the bathroom floods your ears, you’re still dazed. You drag yourself to sit on the edge of the bed, holding the back of your hand to your forehead. You were going insane. That was the logical explanation. Your feelings for Jacob had been stuffed away for so long that you were starting to hallucinate.

Yeah, that’s what you were going with.

You were much too delusional to handle seeing him come out of the bathroom, so you decided to change while he was in there and get ready for bed. You wanted to face the other direction to curve any possible chance of driving yourself crazier. You pull off the oversized t-shirt you were wearing over your swimsuit and dig through your duffle bag for some fresh clothes. You were grateful that you didn’t let your friends peer pressure you into actually swimming, your desire to keep a healthy distance between you and Jacob overpowering wanting to join in on the fun.

As you go to untie your swim top, the squeaky hinges of the bathroom door have you tripping over your own two feet. You didn’t exactly have the best reflexes either, so you fail at catching the strings before they can fall completely. At this point, you’re frozen. You’re planted face first on the floor, topless, with the boy you’ve been thirsting over for months just feet away.

Okay, so perhaps you underestimated how long it took him to shower.

“Y/N, are you— woah—”

“No, don’t come any closer!”

Of course you’re too late and he does not heed your warning. Jacob squats next to you and you can just feel his presence. To everyone else, it’s calming. He’s the person most people go to when they have any qualms about life. He was the definition of the therapist friend. However, that was not the case right now.

His presence was intimidating and your heart was hammering in your rib cage. It was practically beating against the floor. It wouldn’t be beyond you if they heard it in the lobby. You refuse to glance over at him. This couldn’t be happening. It was seriously one unfortunate event after another.

There’s a ghost-like, feather light touch that trails the length of your bare back, sending a shiver down your spine. Just like the first time, it’s like you’d been statically charged. It was as if Jacob Bae himself created electricity. A sigh leaves Jacob’s lips. “Can you look at me, pretty?”

This was something torn straight from one of your wildest dreams. His words, his actions, even the situation you were in. A singular bed that you’re forced to share. This could very well just be the universe’s way of finally giving you a win. Divine intervention did exist, after all.

A peek at Jacob’s form shows you that he’s in nothing but a towel, and it leaves little to the imagination. You swallow thickly. Your lack of cooperation has his patience wearing thin, so he takes matters into his own hands, holding himself up with said hands on either side of your head and straddling your waist.

You can feel him through his towel and the flimsy material of your swim bottoms. He’s hard, pressing into your ass like he’s the one who’s needed to have you in such a visceral way the past ten months. His sculpted chest rests on your back as he leans down, his lips coming beside your ear.

“Tell me you want me, tell me you want me as bad as I want you.” He breathes.

It’s enough motivation to flip yourself over despite being nude from the waist up. You don’t even care anymore, caution thrown into the wind. Your infatuation with Jacob Bae was already concerning, but now it was dangerous. You were getting extremely close to crossing the line you told yourself you’d never cross. But he made it so easy.

Your eyes rake his figure, from his chiseled torso that was handcrafted by the Gods to the way he unabashedly keeps his lower half pinned to yours. You almost salivate at how good this feels. But it’s not enough. You need him in ways that could only be described as carnal. You release a shaky breath when he experimentally grinds his hips.

He leans into you one more time, lips hovering your own and noses brushing. Just a few more centimeters. That’s all that it would take for him to kiss you, but he doesn’t. He flickers his eyes to yours and then back down, wetting his lips as he does so.

“Your eyes are already saying yes, now I just need your mouth to tell me the same.”

You could’ve just spoken the words out loud, but instead you close the gap between you. Your mouths fit together perfectly, like a missing puzzle piece finally reuniting with its set. They glide in synchrony, your fingers coming up to tangle in his hair and run along the expanse of his toned back. He groans when your nails graze his skin. You both part to gasp for air, lips swollen.

“That works too.”

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[onnahu]

Jason Todd Fanfiction

Tw: death, religious trauma, mentions of drugs, violence and homelessness

So yeah, I had a rough week, and on easter my religious trauma have the time of life, and I remembered that Jason canonicaly grew up catholic. So did I. It was easy from there. It's rough, not edited, and that's why it's for now only here, I'll get it on ao3 later, after some smoothing over.

When Catherine fell ill, she said 'it's a part of God's plan'.

Jason didn't really understood it then, he was 6, but he knew his mom was strong and smart and knew everything, so he agreed, and went play with his neighbours.

When the mony was tight, she took him to church and prayed. He kneelt beside her, but didn't really know what to do. He knew the Lord's Prayer, but it never felt right. It was hard to belive there was some big guy up there, that loved them, and yet made them live in an apartment with mold and non-airthight windows. It just seemd counterproductive. If you love someone, you should wsnt the best for them. Like his mom wanted the best for him. But his mom prayed, and his mom knew best, so he knelt beside her and prayed along.

When Willis got arrested, his mom said that god will help them. She said they should prey, and so they did. Jason thought it was stupid, but didn't said anything.

When Willis went to prison, his mom took him to the church, again, and told him to pray to god for help. He knelt beside her, but didn't prey. He knew there wasn't anyone there listening to him. And even if there was, he for sure didn't care for them.

When his mom got worse, and her medicine was too expensive, so she had to take the other 'medicine', she often sent him to aunty Mei next door. Jason knew what drugs were, and he wasn't stupid. He knew it didn't really help his mom, but so did her prayers, and drugs were at least real. And she wasn't in pain so much. That had to be enough. When his mom was too weak to get up on sunday, aunty Mei took him to the mass instead of her. He didn't tell his aunty that it was bullshit, because she would get angry and tell his mom, and his mom would be sad, because she still believed. So he went silently and on their way out he picked up a few dollars from the collection. If he had to be there, he would at least do something useful. It was always a little more to their budget, a little less of his mom's worry.

When his mom died, he cursed god out. He screamed and cried and sweared and he hated god, hated the world, hated his dad, hated his mom, hated all his aunties and uncles, and above all, he hated himself. When he was done, he packed up all the money left, his warmest clothes, a few photos he hidden in his favourite book, everything that looked like it was worth something, so he could sell it, soap, all the food that was left, a pack of cigarettes, his dad's old pocketknife and a tire iron. He stuffed it all in a dufflebag, and then knocked on aunty Mai's door. He told her that there was something wrong with mom. When she came into their apartment, he took off. She would call 911. He wasn't going to wait on CPS so he could be sold out or packed into some awful foster-home. He was better off alone. He always was.

In winter, he found himself in the church. It was warm, and he could be ther a whole hour of the mass. He got all the money from offerings, and later got himself a warm meal. Church wasn't that bad after all.

He was hiding from some thugs that didn't like him taking their tires. They shouldn't have left their van alone if they had a problem, Jason thought. They didn't like his argument and started to beat him up. He menaged to run away, and was hiding behind a dumpster. They were close. He could hear them. He started to pray. They didn't find him.

The next time he was hiding and started to pray, they found him and beat the shit out of him. He, once again, got reminder of why he could only rely on himself.

When he met Batman, and then Bruce, and then Batman as Bruce, he was happy. Fate finally smiled at him. He found out Bruce also belived on god, but it wasn't (or was? It was confusing) the same god his mom had. He didn't tell him that it was bullshit, because he wasn't stupid, thank you very much, but told him that he wasn't gonna belive in him. Bruce said it was alright, and that was it.

When he was laying on that werehouse's floor, watching the numbers fall, he heard Sheila praying. He didn't call her out on that bullshit, because honestly, he wanted to pray himself. Only she prayed to god, and he wanted to pray to Bruce. He knew it would mean jack shit, but it would be nice to believe someone was coming. He didn't pray. I stead, he got up and dragged his broken body towar Sheila. He positioned himself so he would take to most of the bomb's blow. It propably wouldn't save her, but he wanted to at least die doing something good. She didn't paid him any mind. She was still praying. When numbers on the display wen 3, 2, 1, she was still praying. She died with pray on her lips. He died with the bitter flavor of dissapointment, pain, resignation and hate on his lips. He never heard the batmobile's engine so close to him. He never heard the broken-hearted scream of a grieving father.

When he woke up in his coffin six feet under, he thought two things. First, that if god really exist, he must really hate Jason. Second, he also has a sick sense of humor. To be honest, if he wasn't already screaming, maybe he would laugh too.

[hyungieyoongi]

Breeze

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Angst + Fluff + Friends to Lovers

Word Count: 600+

A/N: Requested by the sweetest bean @milk-and-moni​. I am so soft for Joonie. I hope you love it. 

Becoming friends with Namjoon was like opening a window and letting in a cool breeze on a summer day—easy, refreshing, perfect. It was the type of friendship that made you stop and smile to yourself, thinking about how lucky you were to have someone who understood you entirely. Namjoon was someone who listened so intently when you told him stories about your day. Who remembered your favorite coffee order and made you laugh so hard your sides would hurt. He would take you on trips to his favorite museums, spending hours excitedly telling you about the pieces that spoke to him. You spent more time watching his eyes light up with childlike abandon and less time looking at the priceless art adorning the walls.

Falling in love with him was even easier. It didn’t happen all at once—there was never a moment of intense realization that your feelings for this man had transformed from innocent friendship to one of love. You felt yourself starting to get nervous around him—would he like your new sweater? Did he think the pink blush you had put on your cheeks made you look pretty? Did he think your conversations were interesting enough to keep you around? It was only then that you realized this person you had let in—this breeze of fresh air that had changed the trajectory of your life—had nestled his way into your heart so completely that you didn’t know if you could get him out.

But you had to try, because you knew, deep down, that he didn’t love you that way. You had convinced yourself that this was one-sided. You needed to shut the window, stop letting the breeze through your mind and your heart. If you didn’t, it would overtake you. And you would ruin everything.

You pulled away. You stopped texting, stopped calling. He’d leave you voicemails asking you to come listen to a new song he was writing. Then he started asking if you were okay. Then he started asking what he did wrong. The worst part was, he did nothing wrong. It was you. You were the problem.

You should have known Namjoon would never let you go that easily.

“Is there a reason you’re avoiding me?” Namjoon asked gently. He was sitting on your couch, far away from you, hands flipping his hair nervously out of his face repeatedly. He had his glasses on; his eyes looked slightly smaller because of his strong prescription. He was completely endearing. “Why haven’t you been talking to me as often, or texting me about your day?”

You gulped. His earnest questions, the look of pain on his features; he was beating at the glass of the window you had slammed shut. You didn’t want to let the breeze through.

“I don’t want to be a bother,” you whispered, looking down at your hands in your lap.

“Oh, sweetheart,” your eyes shot up at the endearment, meeting his gaze, full of affection and—dare you hope—love. “You could never be a bother to me.” Namjoon got up, sitting next to you, reaching for your hand to intertwine your fingers with his. The window was cracking, the breeze was starting to blow through your heart again. You could feel it. It was undeniable. “Please, let me back in.”

“Namjoon, I-I’m scared,” you admitted, eyes blurring with tears.

“You have nothing to be scared of. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” He leaned forward slightly, looking into your eyes, searching for something. Silently asking for permission. His lips touched yours in a gentle kiss, sealing the promise of the words spoken between you.

You took a deep breath; the breeze kissed your flushed cheeks. You missed it. You missed him. He leaned his forehead against yours, eyes closed, soft smile on his face. The breeze was here to stay.

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[minttangerines]

I stole this idea from a post I saw a moot tagged in, but my FMK fiend: FMK Your Moots 😈 (I already know I’m dead)

But I'm called the chaotic one???

Alright, disclaimer: I am not marriage material. I am not seeking marriage or a romantic relationship at this time.

@bangtanintotheroom Kill. She knows it. I know it. We can easily tell when we're getting on each other's nerves. It would not work out in any capacity. Plus it would be really funny seeing her try to off me.

@moni-logues Kill. Again, we know we would kill each other. You know those moments in movies where the actors realize only one of them is making it out, that's us. We'll have great discussions that would quickly turn into bickering. Moni is serious and I am not. She is also one of my favorite people to pick on.

@kiestrokes I don't think I'd kill you or go the distance for marriage with you. Yes, we would antagonize the shit out of each other. But I think that's the excitement with us. And respecting both of our boundaries, I think we can fuck around aka hold hands in crowds and fall asleep on each other.

@kithtaehyung Oh I know Ryen would murder me! Ryen, like AJ is a Virgo. I do love Virgos but Virgos love what I show them. They are very organized planners and I pretend to be. I can't kill Ryen. She struggles enough living in a world where 90% of it are her predators. And like AJ, I do get protective of her. I'll sacrifice myself. Fuck so she can walk away unscathed and I only get an invoice for her therapy to heal from what I put her through.

@minisugakoobies I would never want to curse Sunny with marriage to me. And I could never kill her. She is a safe space. She also will want to kill me most of the time. I'm putting down fuck even though it's going to end with her killing me like a black widow post coitus. She will do a dance over my dead body too.

@quarter-life-crisis2 This one is very hard. The things I want for Lia I cannot give her. But I do not want her out of my life. I would be toxic and I know it. It would be best for us to fuck around and walk around. No really. We fuck and go our separate ways. 24 hour break then we'll watch Netflix together.

@chans-room Now I know I said I'm not marriage material but B and I have had lovely conversations about marriage and expectations. From the very beginning of our friendship, I knew they would indulge my bullshit. And I love B's bullshit! There is a certain level of patience that I think they have that would allow us to work. I don't panic as much when it comes to the thought of marrying them like I would with the others. This is not me calling B a pushover at all. There is just a lovely understanding that exists. Marriage for B!

Say it with me everyone....

[uselessmicrowave]

not a request but can be if you want 👀👀

imagine coming home after a long tiring day at work. walking into your shared bedroom, sentinel remains in the exact same spot you left him.

gorgeous ropes place intricate patterns across his chassis, one strategically placed against his interfacing panel. the ropes there are tarnished with his leaky lubricants, and so is the pillow he is rocking his hips against.

somehow while you were gone, sentinel has managed to manoeuvre the pillow between his legs, and he’s fruitlessly humping against it. he wants to overload, and you can tell by his desperate optics and the cute little whines that leave his dermas once he sees you in the door way.

question is, what would you do with Sentinel now? punish him? or give him what he desperately needs from you

god this is so fucking tasty moni. never has writing something gotten me so worked up. he definitely needs to be punished though.

“I- Baby I didn’t mean- hnn-” His grinding falters and he whimpers, shaking. Sentinel’s faceplates are covered in heavy blue blush.

“You didn’t mean to?” You give him an unimpressed look. Sentinel managed to ruin that pillow and the ropes. “I thought you had better self control than that.”

“N-no!” He whines when you take the pillow from under him. Coolant gathers in his optics, you almost feel bad for him. You hook a finger under the ropes around his chassis, tugging on it and bringing his faceplates down to your level.

“You’re such a naughty boy. I leave for a couple hours and you can’t stop yourself from humping a pillow?” He opens his intake to respond, but static is all that comes out. “You’re so fucking pathetic, baby.” You say with a playful sneer, cupping his faceplates.

“I’m gonna edge you so hard you’ll never think of doing anything without my permission.”

[k0yaz]

Thinking about Monika x isekai (is that the right term?) reader

Like imagine this:

When you had downloaded the game, you hadn’t really heard much about it. Just that it was a dating sim where something went extremely wrong. Initially, you weren’t interested after all you liked games with happy, soft endings . That changed after seeing one of the possible romance options.

Monika.

She was beautiful. With her kind smile and responsible attitude she was exactly your type. Simply just looking at her sprites on the games page was enough to make your stomach churn with excitement. What would her dialogue be like? How hard would she be to woo? What was her relationship with her club mates? What about her initial relationship with the MC? You weren’t delusional enough to think that this games protagonist would be anything noteworthy. Based on the type of game this was, unfortunately he would probably be plain and probably a jerk. However, looking at Monika was enough to convince you.

So you downloaded the game.

After playing for around an hour, you quickly realized that Monika wasn’t able to be romanced. The game wouldn’t let you. Why would they advertise her if she is just an npc? Why go through the trouble? If you had known, you wouldn’t have gone through all of the MC’s shitty dialogue. You wouldn’t have painstakingly thought about which option was the best. You wouldn’t have downloaded this stupid game at all.

Frustrated, you slam the laptop closed not bothering to save your progress.

That night you dreamed of Monika. Of her pretty eyes and kind smile, of her gentle demeanor. It felt so real, like you were there in the game with her, only her. Just Moni-

You woke up. Your alarm blaring through any form of sleep that could have clung to you. Annoyed, you turn it off- but you don’t own an alarm clock…

Where are you?

You feel your breath start to quicken only to realized that, you recognize this place. It’s the MC’s bedroom. But what are you doing here? How did you even get here? Why are you here?

As your thought begin to race you suddenly realize something.

Does this mean that Monika is here? All of a sudden your heart is quickening for another reason. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you realize that you are still you. While you look a bit strange you are still you.

Time blurs as you get dressed and go downstairs, all you can think about is Monika.

How you will impress her? How do you look? Would she think you look okay? Is she even into women?

Next thing you know, you are at school ? How did you get here? Weren’t you supposed to meet with Sayori? Wh-

Hey, you alright 「。。。———。。。」？ You are startled out of your thoughts by the sound of a bright voice. Sayori’s voice. Not Monika’s.

Uhm anyways- I lost motivation 0/0

HOLY SHIT 🤯🤯

[deathprincess]

Doordashing for the first time today! Also made $144 in 5.5 hours bartending last night. My bar is really slow ;-; but im working so hard on all my monies and saving

[dreamerofasgard]

Late Summer Melody - Oneshot

Draco joins you as you play your guitar at the astronomy tower one early Saturday morning during the first weeks of the Fifth year. Being friends for so long maybe there is something more there.

Draco x Slytherin fem! reader

Warnings: Fluff and sweetness.

Word count: 2.2k

Lyric video or Open Arms: Link here

Lyric Video For Listen to Your Heart: Link here

It was one of the last warm Saturdays before the chill of fall began to set in. It was your favorite time of year to play some music from the top of the Astronomy Tower while your fellow students enjoyed their day. Not wanting to waste any more time you got changed into a pair of jeans, a dark green tank, a black flannel, and black converses. You were lazily brushing your hair, putting on your favorite rings, and putting on some light makeup when one of your roommates woke up.

"What is it this time that you are making so much noise Y/n?" said Daphne Greengrass as she stretched and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.

"You know me Daph. Gotta get a last few good sessions in before the chill sets in," you said taking a last look at yourself before getting up and grabbing your guitar.

"You and that guitar are gonna get in trouble one of these days I swear," Daphne chuckled as she shook her head.

"Okay, that was one time. I didn't know Filch was gonna be up there at 4:30 in the morning," you said thinking back to that morning two years ago. "Besides I'm sneaky and can avoid him better now."

"I'm sure you can Y/n. But what about us Prefects," said Pansy as she was leaning up against the door smirking with her arms crossed.

You turned around and put your guitar on your back before walking up to her. "Yes, Pansy my dear I can even avoid being detected by the Prefects which means that you and Draco have to try extremely hard just to find me after hours," you patted her shoulder as her face turned red and made your way out of the dorm. Before heading up the stairs you waved at Blaise and Theo before making your way out of the common room.

The walk was easy for you as this was the start of your fifth year at Hogwarts. Some of the first years were a bit weary of you since you were in Slytherin but they grew to understand that you were nothing to fear. You had been friends with Draco's group since first year but much like Blaise, you never joined in on the teasing and bullying, if anything you only had a slight distaste for the "famous" Harry Potter. Besides not like Harry's friends had any problem with you, especially because you had no issue with one of his closest friends, Hermione. She had become one of your closest friends outside of Slytherin since first year when you met on the Hogwarts Express. The two of you would always compare notes when the others were busy, after all the two top witches of their year have to push each other to be better.

"And where are you going this morning Y/n" Hermione said catching up to you as she was carrying a few heavy looking books.

"Astronomy Tower to play," smiling as you look at the Gryffindor, "Unlike you who is most likely going to spend her morning in the library until Ron gets you so you can have lunch." Hermonie just rolls her eyes a bit while blushing.

"That was only a few times last semester. Besides I'm tutoring this semester, and McGonagall thought it would be good for me to help Seamus to not blow up again," she said as you both were joined by Seamus.

"I don't blow things up that often," Seamus said as he rubbed the back of his neck embarrassed.

"Tell that to Snape," you said as you began listing off the explosive events "The house elves, Flitwick, and Madam Pomfrey"

"I get it, geez Y/n," he says as he sighs "I guess I need some help," he says opening the Library door for Hermonie.

"I'll see you later Monie," you say giving her a side hug before turning to Seamus, "Don't blow her up now, you hear. I need her to keep me on my toes," you said jokingly at the boy as Hermione smiled and walked into the library.

"Knowing Hermonie she'll be fine and I'll be the one exploding," Seamus said smiling a bit before following Hermonie into the library.

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The rest of the walk to the Astronomy Tower was uneventful as it was still quite early for most students. Once reaching the top of the tower you pulled out a stool you stashed in the storage area and began playing some cords to tune your guitar. As you finished tuning you looked out at the castle and the valley that surrounded Hogwarts smiling as this school was truly a second home to you.

You began playing and humming 'Open Arms' by Journey while thinking of all the friends you've made and a special blonde that snuck his way into your heart. You get to about the chorus as you hear a creak on the stairs behind you but you continue playing for whoever is there until the person speaks up.

"So this is where you go every Saturday morning?" Draco said as he placed another stool down next to you and sat down. "Don't stop, you play beautifully," he said as he turned to look out at the castle before taking his charms book out of his bag.

"You come up here often Dray?" you say as you nudge him before continuing with the song watching him as you play the cords perfectly.

"I started coming up here towards the end of last semester when I needed some time to myself and then I started again on my Prefect rounds when I heard someone playing the guitar at midnight," he said as you smirked while playing, "Whoever that is better be more careful if some other Prefect were to find them they'd get detention and lose house points."

"Hm wonder who that person could be," pretending to be clueless as you started playing another song 'Listen to your Heart' by Roxette.

As you start playing you get so into the music that you don't see Draco admiring you play as he always did since you played one evening in the common room.

Draco Pov

'She'd been playing guitar every Saturday since first year I always loved it when she played even when I thought that her love for muggle music was unbecoming of a person of her blood status. Can't say I deserved a punch to the face more than I did that day.' He thought as he chuckled and smiled softly while she played beautifully as always.

He had started to come up to the Astronomy Tower to try and catch one of these performances since he almost ran into her towards the end of last semester. She had been playing such a sad yet beautiful song the morning before the final task of the Triwizard tournament. It stuck with him all summer. He had to hear you play again and more than just on his Prefect rounds.

'Salazar, she is always so beautiful when she plays. I wish I could tell her how beautiful she is whenever she thinks nobody is around.' he thought to himself feeling a bit bad that he invaded your private music sessions when he came up with an idea.

Your Pov

As you made it just about halfway through the song Draco spoke up.

"Y/n would you do me the honor of singing one of the songs you've been playing up here?" he said as he looked a little red in the face. You looked at him not only blushing from embarrassment but more so because the boy you have a crush on asked you to sing one of the songs you loved.

"Are you sure? I'm not as good at singing as I am at playing the guitar," you say downplaying yourself despite being a part of the Hogwarts Choir since second year.

"I'm sure. From what Daphne and Pansy say you sing just as well as you play," chuckling as he tried his best to reassure you.

"Well, I guess I can sing one of them," blushing as the boy you've had a crush on for a better half of a year asked you to sing for him.

All Draco could do was smile, he could barely contain himself as you started playing.

"I know there's something in the wake of your smile

I get a notion from the look in your eyes, yeah

You've built a love but that love falls apart

Your little piece of Heaven turns too dark

Listen to your heart when he's calling for you

Listen to your heart, there's nothing else you can do

I don't know where you're going and I don't know why

But listen to your heart before you tell him goodbye," you sing as you don't notice Draco putting his book down and taking something small out of his bag as you continue.

"Sometimes you wonder if this fight is worthwhile

The precious moments are all lost in the tide, yeah

They're swept away and nothing is what it seems

The feeling of belonging to your dreams

Listen to your heart when he's calling for you

Listen to your heart, there's nothing else you can do

I don't know where you're going and I don't know why

But listen to your heart before you tell him goodbye," at this part of the song you are getting really into it as Draco smiles happily as he watches you play for him.

"And there are voices that want to be heard

So much to mention but you can't find the words

The scent of magic, the beauty that's been (beauty that's been)

When love was wilder than the wind

Listen to your heart (take a listen to it) when he's calling for you

Listen to your heart (take a listen to it) there's nothing else you can do. I don't know where you're going and I don't know why

But listen to your heart before, oh

Listen to your heart (take a listen to it) when he's calling for you

Listen to your heart (take a listen to it) there's nothing else you can do. I don't know where you're going and I don't know why

But listen to your heart before

You tell him goodbye," you continue as you look up from your guitar and smile at Draco as he looks at you with something more than kindness and friendship which makes you blush as you continue to stare into his eyes before looking back out at Hogwarts Valley.

"Listen to your heart, Listen to your heart (take a listen to it)

Listen to your heart, Listen to your heart (take a, take a listen to it)

Listen to your heart, Listen to your heart (oh, oh)

Listen to your heart (oh, ooh, oh), Listen to your heart (oh, oh, oh)

Listen to your heart (oh, oh), Listen to your heart (oh, oh, oh)," you stop singing while playing the last cords and taking a deep breath before looking up at Draco who was now holding a single white and red mixed rose while looking not only extremely happy but nervous.

"Y/n that was amazing and you are amazing at performing. This is for you," he says as he extends the rose to you as you look at him smiling.

"Thank you Dray. It's beautiful," you say smiling as you look at the rose in your hand twirling it a bit.

"This is going to sound like one of those romance cliches you and Pansy talk about but," he says at you look at him slightly confused, "it's not as beautiful as you Y/n. Your playing and your voice. Well everything about you is beautiful and amazing. Ever since we went to the Yule ball as friends a part of me has wanted to tell you how I feel about you. If you will have me I will be yours," he says as he is looking at you with love and admiration in his eyes.

"Dray I like you too," you say as you put down your guitar and grab his hand. "I didn't know you liked me."

"Well what's there not to like. You are the only girl besides my mother who was able to put me in my place when it was needed. You are smart, kind, adventurous, and dare I say better than me at quidditch." Draco said smiling while holding your hand.

"Wait did you say I'm better at quidditch than thee Draco Lucious Malfoy?" Smirking as you tease him.

"I did but that's not the point," he sighed before continuing "Will you be my girlfriend, darling?" Draco at this point looked very nervous as he waited for your answer.

"Dray, I would love to be your girlfriend," you said as you hugged him.

"May I kiss you?" Draco said as he hugged you the one person who after all these years saw him for who he wanted to truly be.

"You may." As you looked up into those gray eyes of his before both of you leaning in to kiss.

The kiss was gentle and sweet, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he put his hand behind your head bringing you in closer. After a while you broke apart and just stared into each other's eyes.

"So I'm better than you at quidditch eh?" You said smiling as you wanted to tease him about admitting that someone was better than him.

"I shouldn't have said that, oh I'm regretting that part now," he said while smiling at you for you were the one thing in his life he would never regret.

[nctangelz]

SPREAD OUR WINGS — EP.1 :: TRAVEL WITH MOCHI MONI ☀️🌊

note :: italics are in english!

THE VLOG STARTS with monique sitting in her bed, still in her silk pj’s and messy hair. SHES SO GIRLFIEND!!!!

“good morninggggg, nctzens!” monique yawns, stretching and climbing out of her bed. she placed her camera on her desk infront of her window, waving at the camera before she walks around her room. she grabs her clothes and runs away to her bathroom, singing EASY by nct angelz.

once moni returns, she’s dressed in her oversized sweatshirt she got from her harry styles concert, sweatpants and her favorite black cap! nctzens could see a man poke out in the corner of the room with black short hair, unfortunately his face was blurred so we’ll never know who this mysterious man was 💔…but he tags along! moni is the queen of mystery & suspense.

“today, i am awake very early to catch a flight to jeju island!!” monique shares, yawning while she reaches over to grab her makeup bag. “typically, i book night flights…but i can only stay in jeju for a few days, so im going to make the most of it!” moni shares, massaging her face with her mosturizer and sunscreen.

“i’m going to apply some concealer just to make me look a little more alive….i got eleven hours of sleep and i still look like i got none.” monique sighs, “that’s what years of insomnia do to you,” monique chuckles, applying her makeup. ( YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL MONI! ).

“i’m going to put some mascara and lip gloss on and then im going to leave…hopefully i have enough time to grab coffee and a snack before my flight takes off.” monique says, grabbing her camera and going to her living room, sliding her sneakers on and grabbing her duffle bag. “i parked my stuff right by the door last night - that way i can get up and go!”

monique and the mysterious man made their way out of her apartment, climbing in the taxi and driving towards the airport. “i’ll update you once i get on my plane!”

the vlog resumed by monique showing her view outside of the window, with the plane soaring through the clouds. “hello, mochizens! (she’s adorable) if you’re wondering, i got some coffee and some breakfast before i took off, so im all fed and happy!” monique whispered, setting her camera down on her table infront of her. “i land in about twenty minutes, so i’m going to fix my hair!”

monique took her cap off and widen her eyes at the frizzy hairs, frantically pushing her hair down. “my hair is wild!” monique states, brushing her hair and separating it into two sections. “ever since i was a kid, i had crazy hair. it never does well in the heat, so im going to braid it to attempt to contain it.”

monique showed herself braiding her hair, pulling out her tiny baby hairs and waving to camera when she was done. “am i so pretty?” monique asks, posing infront of the camera. “im going to keep my makeup as it is…i think once we— i get settled im going to go to the beach and have a swim!”

“the first time i ever went to jeju was right after my debut…johnny, jaehyun and I saved our money up and booked a trip to jeju as soon as time allowed! it was so nice to have a relaxing trip after having really busy schedule and working really hard…we didn’t stay in the nicest hotel and we weren’t able to eat out at any restaurants but we still had fun! i remember johnny would wake jaehyun and i up everyday by singing beyoncé and throwing our swimsuits at us.” monique giggled, scrolling through her phone to find some pictures.

“we were so young! look at what babies we were!” monique laughs, showing the camera an old picture of the trio, the three of them standing on the beach together…monique on the middle with the boys on the side of her. “how old would we be? johnny and i were around 21…jaehyun was only 19! that’s crazzzyyyy.”

“i never traveled a lot growing up, but i’ve been able to go visit nctzens in so many other countries and explore their countries…and it’s amazing! i love traveling! this is going to be my third time visiting jeju…i think. in 2019 my cousin came to visit me and we took a trip to jeju!”

“i’m landing in a couple minutes, so ill see you at the beach!”

monique brings the vlog back by showing the beautiful view at the beach, zooming in at the beautiful ocean. she later flipped the camera, bringing it up to show nctzens her swimsuit. there was another apperance from the mysterious man…his hand was resting on monique’s hip but quickly moved when he saw the camera. “it’s so bright out here!” monique says, bring her camera down to put her sunglasses down. “i’m going to swim for a bit…and then go to this beach bar!”

monique inserted a few clips of the ocean, her walking on the beach, and eventually, her at the beach bar in her coverup, sipping on her drink. “i never drank on a ocean before…it’s nice!” monique shares, bringing her drink up to show the viewers. “strawberry daiquiri…tasty.”

“the sun is setting now…so the heat isn’t too crazy anymore. i don’t like drinking when it’s hot out…i had a bad experience doing it when i was young and naive.” monique chuckles, “i sound like a grandma…i bet haechan would have mocked me if he was here.”

“i just became an adult and was drinking outside in the middle of the summer with my friends…and i got really hot and passed out…it wasn’t fun.” monique shared, “listen to your bodies and don’t surpass your limit, kids.”

monique kept sipping on her drink, playing with her hair in the process. “i feel really relaxed, nctzens! after you finish watching this, go do something that brings you peace!”

monique finished her drink, gently placing it down and sitting back in her seat, admiring the view infront of her. the vlog goes in fast pace, showing monique walking on a trail through the beach and the mountains, returning to normal pace once monique is back to her rental.

“this rental is really nice and big!” monique exclaims, now dressed in a pink night dress, her hair put up in a claw clip. “it’s really close to the beach, and it has a bunch of windows!” monique says, turning her camera to show wall length windows in her living room, giving her a wonderful view of the beach. “i would love to live in a place like this one day,” monique shares, giving a brief tour of the living room, “i could have movie nights with my kids in this living room and show them my favorite movies! look at these speakers, it would be like your in the movies!” monique giggles turning the camera back to her face. “and then when we are done watching movies, i’ll show them my favorite videos of the members!”

moni then walked to her room, showing the viewers her big bed and the ocean view! “nctzens, i’m going to get some rest after this long day…thank you for tuning in! i hope you all get to take some nice and relaxing vacations this year!” monique says, smiling and waving to the camera, blowing kisses before ending the vlog.

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uploaded in june, 2023

WANT TO READ SOME COMMENTS?

WHO IS THIS MAN? and don’t be telling me it’s her manager CUZ DID U SEE THE HAND PLACEMENT? 🧎 moni is getting treated right

i feel like i’m interrupting…why did SM make her record on her romantic getaway..poor girl

the editors did her dirty…they caused a whole scandal for their carelessness

moni sharing her memories with nctzens is so 🥺🥺 she loves her boys sm

THIS VLOG ISNT LONG ENOUGH! I WANT A WHOLE MOVIE DEDICATED TO MOCHI TALKING ABOUT HER MEMBERS AND HER FUTURE FAMILY

tags :: @yjjnfied

[talesfromthegameff14]

Prompt #4: Reticent

Another day at the tribe, another day that staying here scratched at Rose’s mind.  It was always the same, the tug of the Shroud under their feet as if it was a child asking when the elezen could come out to play.  But there were classes and training, all under the stern gaze of their teachers.  A decade after their trial and they could still feel the weight of disapproval in the older Bois de Coeur’s eyes.  So Rose kept their mismatched gaze down, focused on the tome that they were studying. The book itself was interesting, they finished it days ago.  The journal of one of the early Bois de Coeur kept Rose’s attention well into the wee hours of the night more than once.  The first time the stories intrigued, the second time Rose picked up on the disjointedness of the tales.  The entries didn’t quite fit together like one would expect.  Was the author unable to write in those times or were they deliberately left out?  There were passages that felt like clues to Rose, clues that might explain what they.. felt? What they thought they felt at least, what was supposed to be impossible to feel.  But did this man feel the same?  It seemed like it sometimes, but so much was missing it was impossible to be sure.

The teacher asked a question as Rose sighed, lost in their own thoughts. The sigh got a sharp look, the woman waiting to be noticed.  When she wasn’t she cleared her throat, but Rose continued to look down at the book with unfocused eyes.  A hand slammed down onto the table before Rose, causing the book to jump up towards their face and rattled their pencil off and onto the floor.  The scare had their heart thumping in their chest and their nerves rattled. They tried to catch it, hands shaking too much for them to do anything but fumble the pencil.  A disapproving snort and the teacher waited with a stern glare. .  Uhoh... Rose froze at the snort, abandoning the pencil to roll across the ground.  They did their best to hide their reluctance, swallowing hard at what they saw in the woman’s eyes. Their shoulders crept upwards as they waited, unsure as to what was expected of them, again.  “Did you hear my question?” “No.” “Why not, hearing the Shroud talk to you again?”, the disbelief was impossible to miss in the woman’s tone, expression just shy of a sneer. “No, I was reading.”  “Did you not read it already?” “I did.”  “Then act like it and pay attention to the lesson.” “Yes mam.” The teacher turned away, looking to one of the other students who quickly answered the question.  It left Rose huddled in their seat, wishing they could disappear.  Maybe, maybe they could? Surely anywhere would be better than here.  But... Ren and Moni.  They didn’t want to leave them either.  No, they couldn’t.  They would have to do better, that’s all. It was the only answer.  Behave and learn even when they knew it was wrong. Please, let them be wrong and not me.  Please...

[monratarot]

#monichatwithyourreader

hi! id like to participate!

can I pls request a reading,

question : what kind of career would be best for me in the long term in terms of the sucess i can reach + how long lasting & impactful ( sucessful music career vs successful day job in the field im interested in)

☁️⭐️☆☁️⭐️☆☁️CHAT WITH YOUR READER☁️⭐️☆☁️⭐️☆☁️

Hello, dear! Thank you for your message!

I hope that this short reading or explanation will give you some guidance for your situation.

Your card is Ace of Pentacles.

When it comes to career there are signs of prosperity, growth, material abundance, and good luck. If you keep on going and working for your dreams the ground will be nourished and you will see great results in time. If you have been struggling until now, you need to know that this was the darkest hour before the dawn. You can have what you deserve and foundation and stability are all yours. You will receive what you need in abundance. Success and good fortune are on your road. Also, you will soon get the sweet fruits of your perseverance and hard work.

When it comes to your decision I would say that it is better with a day job, I don't have any indicators that art can help you evolve right now. You can keep that as an option over there but don't make it your first option now.

So my advice is to keep on working, and do as much as you can for your career because you will get great results in time even if you have to put a lot of effort into it!

I wish you only the best and good luck in everything you want to achieve!🍀 Moni🧚‍♀️

[seesgood]

something something while i fundamentally believe that yes, people should be compensated for the creative labor that they put into making templates / graphics / etc, it leaves me with an icky feeling knowing that in order to be “popular” and increase your chances of people wanting to interact with you, you must meet Aesthetic Demands™, which --- if you’re lucky --- you can use a template for, but i’ve seen google doc and carrd templates costing upwards of $15 a piece. or you can spend hours tinkering and learning coding and then oop, now you need more money to buy a special pro account for one of theses sites, sorry friend! more monies. oh you’re not able / willing / creatively inclined to spend hours putzing around on photoshop to make your own psd, icons, promos, graphics, gifs, banners, etc.? i’ve seen stuff cost upwards of $50. the amount of people making base icons, screencaps, or even gif hunts has dropped, and again: i’ve seen gif hunts that charge $10+ for people to be able to access. 

should any of this matter when it comes to people writing with you? no, absolutely not. does it? yes. absolutely. and you’d be hard pressed to convince me that someone who does NOT have a custom theme / developed aesthetic / carrd / google doc / formatted icons unique to their blog / icons edited with a psd / etc. does not have a markedly more difficult time being perceived as ✨ Quality ✨  ( even when their writing is incredible ) than someone who has more of the Aesthetic™

in conclusion: yes it is perfectly reasonable and understandable that people would / should want compensation for their time and creative efforts in making templates / graphics / resources / etc. i just wish that we weren’t getting to this weird phase where it feels like being Quality™ is essentially being put behind a paywall.