#nana scenarios

[pillow-anime-talk]

music & vocaloids month ; eighth day.

synopsis: Nobu fell in love with an angel who surprised him every day.

# tags: scenario; current relationship; slice of life; romance; fluff; soft!nobu; playing guitar together; kiss; sfw

includes: gender neutral reader ft. nobuo terashima {nana}

autor’s note: i miss him :( my boy deserves the best.

You and Nobuo were lying in bed that evening, talking about the future and your dreams; you have been in a relationship for over a year and have been slowly thinking about living together. Of course, somewhere close to the studio, so that your boyfriend can easily meet his friends at band rehearsals, but also in a place where you are close to your work in the cafe. Your relationship was full of joy and intimacy, you loved spending time with each other, going on dates, and developing your passions together. Even if you didn’t know much about music, you loved listening to your boyfriend, and even if he didn’t understand your hobbies, he also wanted to participate in them, even buying you small gifts or going with you wherever you asked.

This weekend you decided to spend together in your flat; you decided to cook something good and wanted to encourage your partner to watch ‘Pokémon’. Nobuo always carried a guitar and a notebook to write down notes or lyrics, so when you were making food in the kitchen, he would play calm melodies on the chair next to you, tuning the instrument.

“Do you want it spicier or not?” You asked while frying noodles with vegetables, and the fair-haired man looked up at you.

“You can add a bit of chili, but not too much.” He smiled, continuing to tune his guitar, and you nodded.

While adding more ingredients to the dish, various thoughts and uncertainties swirled in your head all the time. The twenty-year-old seemed to be calm and watched you and his beloved instrument carefully all the time, but you were still thinking. Even as you put your tasty dinner on the deep plates, you bit your lip and jumped from foot to foot, not knowing what to do.

“...Will you teach me to play your guitar, Nobu?” You asked suddenly what made the instrument go silent. The brown-eyed man looked at you with great surprise, but after a few seconds a huge smile appeared on his pale face and a sincere sparkle in his eyes.

“On... my guitar?” He repeated in surprise, and you nodded slowly, feeling unimaginably embarrassed.

You never dreamed of playing an instrument, but the passion your boyfriend put into the game was amazing. So you wanted to know why he loved the guitar and music so much.

“Yes... If that’s not a problem. I just thought about this question for a long time and asked it out of curiosity... You don’t have to do it if it’s too much for you, baby!” You said a little more stressed this time, but the man immediately got up from the high, black chair and then walked over to you. A quick kiss on the lips made you blush.

“Of course I will teach you!” He spoke a little louder, excited by the situation. Literally half a second later, he grabbed your warm hand and pulled you into the bedroom, making you both completely forget about the warm meal you had prepared; about noodles with vegetables and tofu.

For the next few hours, without the slightest hunger but full of love, you talked about playing the guitar, about your general desire to learn the instrument. You talked about Nobuo’s passion for music, about the Black Stones, about everything and nothing. In the next two hours you learned the basics; about a few finger positions that did not cause you any difficulties at the moment.

Your boyfriend was delighted, and seeing your smile and curiosity in your eyes, he knew that he couldn’t find a better partner. Every day you surprised him with something new, something unusual. Nobuo really thought you were an angel sent to him after all the heartbreak and pain he had before he met you.

previous day ; momotaro onzai from moons ♡ next day ; gaku youtome from trigger

[pillow-anime-infos]

music anime bands {masterlist}

I. IDOLISH SEVEN

— IDOLiSH7

NAGI ROKUYA

friendzone {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 556 words ; sfw}

— TRIGGER

GAKU YAOTOME

girly {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 535 words ; suggestive}

II. TSUKIPRO

— GROWTH

RYOUTA SAKURABA

teasing him {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 831 words ; sfw}

— SOARA

SOSHI KAGURAZAKA

tights {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 438 words ; rather sfw}

III. TSUKIUTA

— PROCELLARUM

RUI MINADUKI

make-out {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 364 words ; suggestive}

— SIX GRAVITY

HARU YAYOI

ring {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 522 words ; sfw}

IV.  VAZZROCK

— VAZZY

OUKA KIRA 

double pleasure (ft. issa kiduku) {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 699 words ; nsfw}

ISSA KIDUKU

double pleasure (ft. ouka kira) {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 699 words ; nsfw}

— ROCK DOWN

SHOU ONODA

caring manager!y/n (ft. rest of the band) {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 594 words ; sfw}

GAKU OGURO

caring manager!y/n (ft. rest of the band) {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 594 words ; sfw}

AYUMU TACHIBANA

caring manager!y/n (ft. rest of the band) {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 594 words ; sfw}

HATURO KUJIKAWA

caring manager!y/n (ft. rest of the band) {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 594 words ; sfw}

REIJI AMAHA

caring manager!y/n (ft. rest of the band) {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 594 words ; sfw}

RUKA NADUMI

caring manager!y/n (ft. rest of the band) {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 594 words ; sfw}

V.  UTA NO PRINCE-SAMA

— ST☆RISH

REN JINGUJI

hairstyle {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 352 words ; sfw}

VI. B-PROJECT

— MOONS

MOMOTARO ONZAI

support {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 606 words ; sfw}

VII. LOVE LIVE!

— μ’S

ELI AYASE

confession {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 465 words ; sfw}

VIII. K-ON!

— HO-KAGO TEA TIME

YUI HIRASAWA

new member! (ft. rest of the band) {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 511 words ; sfw}

RITSU TAINAKA

new member! (ft. rest of the band) {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 511 words ; sfw}

MIO AKIYAMA

new member! (ft. rest of the band) {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 511 words ; sfw}

TSUMUGI KOTOBUKI

new member! (ft. rest of the band) {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 511 words ; sfw}

AZUSA NAKANO

new member! (ft. rest of the band) {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 511 words ; sfw}

IX. GIVEN

RITSUKA UENOYAMA

sing for you {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 550 words ; sfw}

X. NANA

— BLACK STONES

NANA OSAKI

royal flush {i love girls month + scenario | 345 words ; sfw?}

NOBU TERASHIMA

guitar {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 634 words ; sfw}

— TRAPNEST

LAYLA SERIZAWA

friends with benefits {music & vocaloids month + scenario | 582 words ; suggestive }

[hoshifighting]

      wonwoo!best friend's brother

— your best friend's older brother, the guy who dropped out of university a long time ago but still shows up once in a while at your and your best friend's dorm. the thing is, she's in a tutoring class right now, leaving you and him alone after all these years of having a huge crush on him.

WARNINGS: +18, smut, making out, almost getting caught, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, fingering, blowjob, spiting.

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

you hear the door click as you wipe down the last bit of the counter, the smell of cleaning products lingering in the air. wonwoo’s here again—because of course, he is. once a year, like clockwork, he pulls up outside your dorm building, car keys in hand, sipping some energy drink like he’s the busiest man alive, even though he’s been out of university for, what? two years now? maybe more. it’s almost funny, how he thinks showing up in his beat-up car, leaning against the doorframe, makes him look cool.

your best friend’s not even here. she’s in some tutoring session because she "really needs to pass this bio class." but, of course, she told you, warned you, that wonwoo might drop by.

“hey,” he says, leaning against the doorframe like some kind of model, downing a sip from the can like it's giving him more life than it should.

“she’s not here,” you say, wiping your hands on your shorts. you’re pretending like you’re not even thinking about the way they’re barely covering anything right now. it’s just cleaning clothes, but you catch his eyes flick down for half a second, and your heart skips a beat.

“oh? what, she ditch me or something?” he teases, eyes sparkling with that casual cockiness he always carries around.

you laugh, shaking your head. “nah, she’s at a tutoring session. bio, i think? she’s stressing hard. she said she’d be back in a couple hours, so you can wait if you want... or leave. i won’t stop you.”

“tutoring? she actually studying? i thought she gave that up ages ago,” he snickers, leaning against the couch, tapping his foot like he’s been there forever. “reminds me of my sister, always freaking out about school... only she actually tries.”

you snort, rolling your eyes. “yeah, well, not everyone’s like you, mister ‘dropped out but still thinks he runs the place.’”

“i’m just here for the vibes,” he shrugs, eyes settling on you for a little too long, way too comfortable. way too focused. “plus, i wouldn’t call it ‘dropping out’... i just, y’know, found my path elsewhere.”

you shake your head, pretending not to care. but fuck, that grin? dangerous. absolutely dangerous. the guy is too good-looking for his own good, and the fact that he’s here, all casual like he’s just dropping by, is making your heart race in a way you’re desperately trying to ignore. and those eyes—yeah, you can feel him looking at you.

you turn, grabbing a water from the fridge to cool down because jesus, he’s looking right through you. you twist the cap and take a long gulp, trying to ignore the heat rising in your cheeks, trying to play it cool.

“you good?” his voice cuts through the silence. casual, like it’s no big deal.

you choke a little on the water and turn around, trying not to look flustered. “yeah, yeah. why wouldn’t i be?”

he raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. “dunno, just... you’re kinda tense. cleaning stress?”

you laugh it off, but the sound’s more nervous than you want it to be. “something like that.”

fuck, why is this so hard?

he takes another sip of his red bull, his eyes flicking over your legs again, slower this time. it’s like he knows exactly what he’s doing, and you’re just... standing there, pretending you don’t feel it, but inside, you’re absolutely losing your mind. freaking out.

“you always this... jumpy around me?” he asks, smirking like he already knows the answer.

“shut up,” you toss a dish towel at him, more as a distraction for you than him, but he catches it easily, his grin widening.

“what, can’t take a little teasing? you’ve been dodging my questions all day.”

all day? he’s been here for twenty minutes. still, your stomach flips at the way he’s just standing there, so confident, so sure. it’s unfair how hot he is when he’s like this, leaning against the counter, arms crossed like he’s just waiting for you to crack.

“i’m not dodging anything,” you lie, crossing your arms, even though you know your face is giving you away. “you’re just being annoying.”

“am i?” he steps closer, his voice dropping slightly. “or am i just... distracting you?”

“wonwoo,” you start, your heart’s pounding, your skin tingling. “don’t.”

“don’t what?” he’s closer now, and fuck, he’s standing way too close, his breath brushing your cheek as he leans in. “i’m just talking, y/n.”

just talking, but the way his eyes drop to your lips says otherwise, and you’re not sure how much longer you can pretend this isn’t happening.

you’ve never been this close to him before, and it’s making your pulse race, your head spin. his hand hovers near your hip, like he’s waiting for permission, waiting for you to crack. it’s not fair how good he smells.

“you used to play dolls with my sister, you know,” he mutters, his lips brushing your ear. “now look at you.”

his fingers graze your waist, light at first, but the way his eyes lock on yours? there’s no going back. you shiver, heat pooling in your gut, and his hand slips lower, gripping the curve of your ass like it belongs to him. he laughs softly when you gasp, his other hand trailing up your side, fingers brushing the thin fabric of your top.

“wonwoo, you can’t just—” your words cut off as he cups your tit, thumb running over your nipple through your shirt, the sensation making your knees go weak. it’s so subtle, but you feel everything—his breath on your neck, the rough texture of his palm, the way his body presses against yours like he can’t stand the distance anymore.

“what? can’t just what?” his voice is low, mocking, as he leans down, his lips inches from yours. “you’ve been staring at me like that for years, y/n. you think i didn’t notice?”

your brain short-circuits as he presses his mouth to yours, starting slow, teasing, like he’s waiting for you to snap. and when you kiss him back—hard, desperate, craving more—he groans against your lips, his tongue immediately slipping past them. he sucks on your tongue like he’s savoring the taste, his hand squeezing your ass, pulling you closer as you try to remember how to breathe. it’s wet, sloppy, and so fucking messy, the sound of your lips meeting, tongues sliding against each other, filling the small kitchen.

you moan into his mouth, gripping his shirt, trying to keep up with the way he devours you, his other hand now fully under your shirt, palming your bare tit. it’s so much—too much, and you arch into his touch, losing yourself in the heat of it all.

and then you hear it.

keys, fumbling at the front door. shit.

you push him away so fast he stumbles back, eyes wide, lips shiny and swollen from your kiss. his fingers are still brushing his bottom lip, eyes flicking to the door in disbelief as the knob turns.

“fuck,” you whisper, trying to catch your breath, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, but you can’t stop shaking. you dart back to the sink, pretending to scrub some nonexistent spot, heart racing a mile a minute.

the door flies open, and your best friend bursts in, barely even noticing the two of you. “i forgot this fucking book,” she mutters, rummaging through her stuff on the couch. her back is to you both, and wonwoo’s standing there, hands in his pockets, trying his best to look casual.

he smirks at you, and you glare back, your mind racing, heart pounding. does she know? she can’t know.

“you two good?” she asks, barely glancing your way as she grabs her stuff. “i’ll be back in like, fifteen minutes. sorry. tutor’s gonna kill me if i don’t bring this. see you in a sec.” and just like that, she’s gone again, the door slamming shut behind her.

the second the door clicks, wonwoo bursts out laughing, dragging a hand through his hair, and your face is burning.

“did you just shove me away?” he teases, stepping closer again, his hands now resting on the counter behind you, trapping you. “scared of getting caught, huh?”

you shove at his chest, but you’re laughing too. “you’re insane. she could’ve seen us, you idiot.”

“what, and ruin the fun?” he grins, biting his bottom lip, and your stomach flips at the sight. “you should’ve just let her. i think she’d approve.”

you roll your eyes, but before you can say anything else, his mouth is on yours again—rougher this time, more desperate. it’s like he’s making up for lost time, kissing you like you’re the only thing he’s ever wanted, hands roaming over your body like he’s been dying to touch you. you’re pressed back against the counter, trapped between him and the hard surface, and it feels so fucking good.

“wonwoo, the couch,” you murmur between kisses, pushing at his chest just enough to make him move. he gets the hint, pulling you toward the couch, his hand never leaving your waist, never giving you a chance to breathe.

the second your back hits the cushions, he’s on you again, kissing you so hard it leaves you dizzy, his hands wandering everywhere—your thighs, your waist, your tits. he’s fucking everywhere, and you can’t think, can’t breathe, all you can feel is him, everywhere.

his fingers slide under the waistband of your shorts, teasing the edge, but you grab his wrist, pulling him back. “not yet,” you whisper, eyes locked on his. “let me…”

you trail off, sliding off the couch, sinking to your knees between his legs. wonwoo’s eyes widen, the teasing smirk on his face replaced with pure shock. “wait—”

“shh,” you murmur, already tugging at his belt, pulling his jeans down just enough to free him. your mouth waters at the sight of him, long, hard and already dripping. you can’t help but smirk up at him before leaning in, taking him into your mouth in all in once, in the most greedy way.

wonwoo groans, his head falling back against the couch, his fingers threading through your hair as you start to move. you take him like your favorite popsicle, hollowing your cheeks, loving the way his hips buck up into your mouth, the way he can’t control the sounds he’s making.

he pants, his voice strained, and it only spurs you on, sucking harder, swirling your tongue around the tip before taking him all the way down again. the sound of your mouth, wet and sloppy, fills the room, and it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever heard.

he tightens his grip in your hair, guiding you as he thrusts into your mouth, his eyes squeezing shut as he moans your name again, louder this time. you can feel him getting close, his thrusts making you gag slighty, his hips jerking up more urgently.

“fuck, i’m—” he chokes out, but before he can finish, his hips stutter, and he comes with a loud groan, spilling into your mouth. you swallow every drop, not slowing down until he’s completely spent.

you pull back, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, grinning up at him.

his hand wraps around your wrist, pulling you back on his lap. “c’mere,” he mutters. and before you know it, his lips are on yours again, urgent, like he needs to taste you all over again. the mix of your spit and his cum lingers, and when his tongue swipes along the side of your mouth, to catch more of the taste of him.

his hands slide down to your shorts, fingers curling around the waistband like they’ve been itching to take them off from the second he walked in. you flinch when he pulls them off, showing your panties. his fingers brush against it, and then pulling to the side, and you’re already losing it, but then he spits.

right on your pussy.

you tense when two fingers slide inside you rough, curling just the way you like—coincidentally. you clench around him, moaning, but it’s not enough. you need more, and he knows it.

“so fucking wet for me,” he groans, his other hand pushing your legs open wider. “you’ve wanted this for how long, huh? wanted me to fuck you like this?”

you can’t even answer, your brain is mush, overwhelmed by the way his fingers pump in and out of you, quick and dirty, making you arch into his touch. and then—without warning—he pulls his fingers out and lines himself up, slipping inside you so easily, you gasp.

he’s still sensitive, you can tell by the way his breath catches, how his hips jerk forward a little too fast, but the way his dick stretches you out? it’s perfect. too perfect. your eyes roll back, a shaky moan leaving your lips as he starts thrusting, slow at first, like he’s trying to control himself, but that doesn’t last long.

you’re in his lap, legs spread, every little reaction of his face right there in front of you—the way his eyes squeeze shut, his mouth falling open, all the little groans and curses spilling from him as he fucks into you. it’s like he can’t hold back anymore, can’t resist, but still needs to fuck you, to please you.

he lays you, grabs your knees, pulls them up to your chest, bending you in half so he can get even deeper. the angle’s brutal, his cock hitting that sweet spot with every rough thrust, and the room’s filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, his low grunts, your breathless moans.

you’re a wreck under him, fingers clutching at the couch cushions, barely able to keep up with the way he’s pounding into you. his thrusts are rough, fast, almost desperate, like he’s chasing something he can’t quite reach, and every time he slams into you, your whole body shakes.

“wonwoo—fuck, i’m—” you try to warn him, but the words don’t come out right. everything’s too much—the way his hands hold you down, the way he’s fucking you so deep, the pressure building low in your belly until you’re falling apart. you clench around him, your orgasm ripping through you hard, your back arching off the couch as you moan his name.

he watches you, watching that smile on your face, that one that you have when you win a prize, how satisfied you look by being fucked—especially by him, how your eyes roll in ecstasy, nd how you spasm around his cock. is enough for him.

and then it’s over. you’re both panting, bodies spent. he pulls out slowly, leaving you feeling empty. you’re barely conscious as he reaches over, grabbing the nearest blanket and draping it over you, his touch surprisingly gentle for how hard he just fucked you.

“don’t move,” he mutters, smirking at you as he gets up, still zipping up his jeans. “you look good like this.”

you’re too tired to respond, sinking deeper into the couch, eyes half-closed. the door opens again—shit—and your best friend barges in, completely unaware of what just happened.

“ugh finally,” she mutters, tossing it onto the table. “you two good?”

he just grins, wiping his bottom lip with his thumb as he leans against the counter, casual as hell. “just keeping y/n company, we were waiting for you” he says, winking at you when your best friend isn’t looking.

you’re still sprawled out on the couch, barely able to move, trying to act normal, like you weren’t just fucked within an inch of your life, like you weren't just fucked with jeon wonwoo. your best friend glances between the two of you, raising an eyebrow, but she doesn’t seem to notice the way you’re completely knocked out.

“whatever,” she mutters, grabbing her stuff. “i’m going to take a bath.”

the door of the bathroom slams shut, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. wonwoo walks back over to you, chuckling softly as he sits down beside you, leaning in to kiss your forehead, the teasing smirk never leaving his face.

“you should’ve seen your face when she walked in,” he murmurs, his voice low. “but don’t worry. you looked so innocent.”

[princessleechan]

special treatment (m) - a miniseries masterlist

🖊️synopsis: Mingyu does what he can in the background, and he prefers it that way. But it's hard to do that when you, someone who's worked there longer and harder than he ever has, is breathing down his neck about every single task. He can only imagine how you'd react to how he got his position. 🖊️pairing: secretary!mingyu x f!secretary!reader 🖊️ genre: romcom, smut towards the end 🖊️ series tags: MDNI, TIME STAMPS ARE IMPORTANT FOR COHESION AND UNDERSTANDING THE PACE, office au, secretary au, misunderstandings, mentions of insecurity and harrassment, virgin!au, one sided rivalry, grump x sunshine, grump!reader, shy sunshine!mingyu, eventual smut 🖊️status: ONGOING 🖊️started: Nov 28 and every Thursday and Friday at 6pm cst 🖊️Tag list: please reply to this post, send an ask, or dm to get updated

Profiles

Chapters...

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

[pshwrldd]

7. Soft launching💗

(Repost because my stupid assposted the unedited pictures instead of the edited ones)

Y/n’s story : @ archivy/n

Heesung’s story : @ seung

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Nanass love note💗: this is a repost because i stupidly added the wrong pictures ughhhh dhdhhd.

Taglist: @sugarikiz @icyy-hoon @jaysng @amorek1m

@jakesangel @mrjypark @won-k1ss @nxzz-skz

@yuvany @jiiyen @firstclassjaylee @ssiiwave

@samsayssam @strawberrieswithchocolateo3o @enhaz1 (send ask or comment to be added🤍)

[wonuumelody]

“ Boyfriend serie ” ; Mingyu as your bf

pairing: seventeen mingyu x fem!reader genre: fluff, bf thoughts warning(s): use of pet name

Silly goofy cutie puppy boyfriend

Cook for you whenever he have time. Sometimes he is even pleading you to cook with him or just letting him cook for you. (feed you very well)

Call you every time

He just want to hear your voice you understand? :( he just miss his beautiful and incredible girlfriend )

He looove when you go to the gym with him. Sometimes you just go to look at him doing his exercises, but he still love doing sports with you.

You literally are his sport partner

As I said, he just love being with you. Doing whatever you want make him happy. As long as he's sharing a sweet moment with you

Makes you sit on his lap so he can hug you from behind while still being able to talk to the guys

Your sleepy partner. Whenever you want to take a nap he'll be sleeping with you.

He is soooo funny like omg

He loves taking you on night walk with him. During those nights, you are both walking, holding hands and talking about nothing.

Always buy/bring more food with him when he know you are coming so he can feed you.

Did the ribbon trend where you tie his bicep with a ribbon and making him flex it for your pleasure. His ego was boosted × 1000 when you told him that he had big arms

He love love love your perfumes. I feel like he would just love holding you close to him and hiding his face in the crook of your neck so he can be smelling you and hugging you too (ykwm?)

clingy boyfriend!!

he sometimes gets so giggly after kissing you... It always makes him go back in for more kisses. You always can feel his smile on your lips.

He'd so so soft :((

you guys have a lot of inside jokes!

When you fight (not that often tbh) he would shut you up by picking you up and putting you like a potato bag on his shoulder.

Know how to make you laugh

Sometime he is a little childish around you but you learned to handle that by time

You always steal his clothes nd wear since they're full of his scent and they feel like home to you, especially when both of you are away from each other for a long time.

Calls you "pretty", "baby" and "darling"

"baby! Did you had the time to eat today?"

Always worried about your health tbh

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Hi everyone! I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I loved writing. All the likes I get on my others post makes me so happy :( I'm very happy to be back on Tumblr! Tell me if you notice any Mistakes or inconsistencies. Which member do you want next for the svt bf serie? Tell me!

౨ৎ Melody's MATERLIST.

[weirdkpopgirl]

Bare | Jaemin Imagine #17

Title: Bare

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: mildly suggestive, jaemin is shirtless, heated kisses

Word Count: 805

Author's Note: Okay, I may or may not have gotten inspired by that selfie Jaemin posted on his instagram (which killed me the first time I saw it btw). I sort of feel guilty for writing stuff like this, because I don't intend to objectify Jaemin or the members. It's supposed to be more of an appreciation thing (and I am a woman after all). Besides, I know you guys eat this stuff up too. So hope you enjoy reading ^ ^

:: ・ෆ・┈・┈・ᕱ⑅ᕱ・┈・┈・ෆ・ :: ・ෆ・┈・┈・ᕱ⑅ᕱ・┈・┈・ෆ・ :: ・ෆ・┈・┈・ᕱ⑅ᕱ・┈・┈・ෆ・ ::

You stood in front of Jaemin’s apartment door, hesitating before finally pressing the doorbell. Your hand dropped back to your side almost instantly, and you found yourself absentmindedly fidgeting with the strap of your purse. It wasn’t your first time visiting, but you hadn’t seen him all week, and a strange sense of anticipation lingered in the air. Maybe it was the fact that the two of you had been dating for a while, and you still couldn’t shake how flustered he made you.

What you didn’t expect was for the door to open and reveal your boyfriend, half-naked. Just a glimpse of his broad chest and defined muscles was enough to have your cheeks heating up like an oven. In the next second, you were spinning around and covering your eyes like an embarrassed child. Clearly amused by your reaction, Jaemin nudged you gently to face him again.

“Hey, what’s wrong, baby?” Jaemin chuckled, his voice low and teasing. “You’re acting like you’ve never seen a man shirtless before.”

Letting out a flustered huff, you fixed your gaze on the ground. “Well, that's because I haven’t,” you mumbled, your voice barely audible. Jaemin wouldn’t have caught it if he weren’t standing so close.

He laughed again, a deep rumble resonating from his chest before reaching out to take your hand. His fingers were warm against your cool skin as he pulled you inside his apartment.

“Come on, it’s just me. You don’t have to be shy,” he coaxed, trying to make eye contact with you.

You swallowed hard and reluctantly slipped off your shoes while Jaemin slid your jacket off. His fingers brushed against your arms. It was such a simple touch, yet it sent a shiver down your spine, even through the fabric of your sweater.

Finally daring to meet his eyes, you said, “You really are trying to kill me, aren’t you?”

“Who said that?” Jaemin smirked, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “You’re my girlfriend. I want you to look and admire me.”

He took your hands, gently guiding you backward into his living room, watching the hesitation in your expression gradually fade. Under the soft glow of the dim ceiling light, his toned chest and rippling muscles became even more defined. His skin looked impossibly smooth, and the prominent veins tracing his arms were almost too tempting not to touch.

“You’re…” you trailed off, unable to find the right words as you took it all in.

“I’m what?” His voice dropped, turning softer, more intimate. “Hot? Sexy? Tell me, (Y/n).”

Your breath caught in your throat, as he waited for your response. You couldn’t lie—  he was all those things. His body was more sculpted than you had ever thought it would be. His chest was broad, his abs firm and defined, and his arms were powerful. But it was the relaxed ease with which he carried himself that made her feel even more flustered.

“You’re just perfect,” you admitted quietly, your fingers itching to touch him.

Before you could stop yourself, your hand reached out to glide your fingertips over his collarbone. His skin was smooth as you imagined, the muscles beneath solid and taut. As you cautiously grazed your nails along his muscles, you started to feel your heart beating wildly against your chest.

Jaemin let out a low, satisfied groan. “Mmm, that feels good,” he murmured with his eyes half-closed. 

You couldn’t help but smile at the sound of his voice, at the way he practically melted beneath your touch. Feeling a little more confident now, you continued to let your fingers roam over the hard planes of his chest and shoulders.

Glancing up at him, a teasing grin formed on your lips. “You like that?”

“I like you,” he replied, causing you to blush all over again.

His strong arms circled your waist and pulled you closer. Then he raised one hand to cup the side of your face and press his lips against yours. Your hands instinctively slid up to his neck, feeling the heat of his skin as you kissed him back. His mouth was soft and warm, and the tenderness of the kiss sent your mind spinning.

When you finally pulled apart, your breath was shaky and your hands gripped his arms to steady yourself. Jaemin eyes bored into yours with such fondness that your heart felt like it might burst at any moment.

“I don’t want ever want you to feel shy around me,” he whispered, his fingers now tracing your jawline. “Especially when I’m all yours.”

His words made you question if you were dreaming. But no, this was real. Jaemin was real. His sincerity was unmistakably real.

With Jaemin, his heart was completely laid bare for you, and you were more than willing to do the same.

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previous masterlist -> current masterlist

[art-missy]

"Could you give me a hug ?"

You raised your eyes from Dizzy nuzzled in your arms to look at Gekko. He was playing with Mosh who was bouncing in his hands. You looked around his room, met Wingman's eyes who shook his head, then looked back at the initiator sitting next to you.

"Huh ?"

His eyes never left yours and you noticed Mosh's focused on you.

"A hug," he repeated. "Could I have one, pretty pretty please ?"

You raised an eyebrow and kept caressing Dizzy who was slowly purring in your arms.

"We hug everytime and everyday, Mateo."

"No," he shook his head. "I always hug you and you accept it like a pet animal at the veterinary centre accept its fate."

You looked down for a second, thinking thoroughly about his words. He was right. You never initiated hugs, kisses or intimacy. You were okay with having physical contact with him and he was one of the rare people to have that right. But initiating never came to your mind.

"True," you murmured.

You looked back at him and he smiled gently at you.

"Do you wanna try ?"

His tone was warm and supportive, just like him. You nodded and settled Dizzy against the pillow of his bed. He put Mosh down, stood up and opened invitingly his arms. You looked at him and paused.

How were you supposed to initiate ? You knew you were supposed to just wrap your arms around him but where exactly ? Around his waist ? His neck ? His torso ? Were you supposed squeeze him ? If so, gently or tightly ? Were you supposed to pat his back—

"Hey," he interrupted your thoughts. "There is no good way to do it. It's just something that you do with your heart. And I know you have a big one."

You blinked and heard Wingman calling you. You looked behind and saw him hugging Thrash, as if setting an example. A small giggle escaped your lips and you stood up, looking back at Gekko. You took one nervous step towards him, as if testing the water and he just nodded, encouraging you.

You wrapped your arms around him. You didn't know in which way, and you did not care. You just pressed yourself against him. Your face hidden in his chest, your fingers clenched on his t-shirt before raising until caressing his nape.

"Am I doing good ?" you asked, your voice muffled by the fabric of his t-shirt.

"You're doing great," he murmured.

You felt him shivering against you. Your other hand gently squeezed his hip, the fabric of his t-shirt bending under your hand, the pads of your fingers grazing a bit of his skin. His chest raised shakily against your face and his breath hitched.

You looked up and saw him staring down at you. His face was red.

"Is everything alright ?" you asked.

"I'm doing perfect, cariño," he breathed out. "I should ask for a hug more often."

You took a step back but Gekko grabbed your waist.

"Your turn," he grinned. "Ready for one helluva hug ?"

[mins-fins]

[00:17 am.]

you're about to die.

okay— that's an exaggeration, you're not about to die, but you feel like you are. the blurriness of your eyes isn't all that's heightened for you, your sweaty hands, unorganized breathing, and rapidly beating heart are all suddenly so amplified.

you want to cry, but you aren't sad, just shocked. you try to take a deep breath, but it gets caught in your throat, and the tears that cling to your eyelashes threaten to fall, what the hell is wrong with you? you can't go back to sleep, you can't breath, you can't—

"babe? what's wrong?"

you don't move, you can't move, like your stuck in some sort of sick kind of sleep paralysis. the clear worry in your boyfriends tone comes up once again, and he shuffles, turning towards you.

"jesus what happened?"

his arms instinctively wrap around you, and the immediate sense of safety you feel is so reassuring. you still feel like you can't breath, but that only makes him tighten his hold around you. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry—"

"shh, there's no need to apologize".

he runs his hand through your hair, using his other hand to wipe the tears that had fallen down your cheek. "you okay?"

you sniffle, you don't even remember when you started crying. "had a nightmare, it was horrible i couldn't breath and i couldn't, i couldn't.."

your head is in a frenzy, you can't exactly articulate your words at the moment, and he understands. he doesn't try to force any words out of your mouth, just runs a hand up and down your back, coaxing you into a state of comfort. "okay, it's alright, it's okay, your okay now.."

"i'm sorry".

the apology makes him frown, or is it a pout? you actually can't tell. "for what?"

"for waking you up.." you mutter, looking down at your fingers as you take in a sigh. you feel bad, making him lose sleep because you couldn't handle some stupid nightmare.

"hey" he uses his index finger to lift your chin. "don't ever apologize for something like this again, okay? you're important to me, your well being is important to me, i'd never be able to sleep comfortably knowing you had a nightmare.."

his words being a sense of warmth to you, it's all just so.. comforting, his arms around you, his words, the once rapid heart rate of yours had deceased, your starting to feel better.

he presses a kiss to your forehead, that pretty smile coming to his lips. "i love you".

"i love you too".

and you say it back with 100% certainty.

[pillow-anime-talk]

music & vocaloids month ; twenty-first day.

synopsis: It’s just sex. Right?

# tags: scenario; friends with benefits; hidden romance; one sided love; a bit of angst; description of the naked body; sex mention; suggestive

includes: female reader ft. layla serizawa {nana}

Tired, you got up from the soft hotel double bed. You felt a tightness in the neck area and soreness on the stomach and both legs; nevertheless, you got up from the huge, white mattress, and then slowly made your way to the spacious bathroom. The noise woke the sleeping woman on the other side of the huge bed, who rubbed her eyes quickly, then looked at you with her still hazy gaze.

“... Where are you going, Y/N?”

“I have to pee.” You answered truthfully to her. “I have to go anyway, it’s four in the morning and you have a performance today.” You added, looking at the twenty-three-year-old and she just sighed, then shook her head in denial.

“Stay with me, Y/N.” The sheets fell off her naked body, and you tentatively glanced at her breasts and collarbones. A little lower, right next to the sternum, you noticed some hickeys that you made a few hours ago. You only nodded your head in response. “Thank you.” She replied a bit calmer, you could say happier, and you closed the wooden bathroom door, immediately looking at your own reflection in the wide mirror.

Your hair was a bit messy, your naked body was covered with even more marks and scratches, also your face showed unimaginable fatigue; you had dark circles under your eyes and a gray skin. Additionally, your heart was beating erratically and your breathing was stray.

After using the restroom and washing your hands with soap, you also washed your face with cold tap water. You did the same to your neck and nape, which gave you considerable relief and soothed your raging thoughts.

The only thing you and Layla had in common was sex and eating expensive dinners together in hotel rooms.

You were an ordinary medical student who loved peace, study, warm tea and oatmeal cookies – it was pure coincidence that one day you ran into this talented woman in the shopping mall; then you didn’t recognize her and agreed to meet again. There was a bit of awkwardness between the two of you at first, but but a few meetings later Layla opened up about her career, band, fans, needs, family, and loneliness. That day you had sex for the first time and you decided to continue it; the young female singer was satisfied that sexual intercourse with another woman would not cause her problems, and she admitted to herself that you were definitely a better partner than all the previous men she slept with – you were always gentle, attentive, and listened to her requests and commands. You both appreciated each other in bed.

It was predictable that you would fall in love with her after a few months of dating in hotel rooms or your little apartment. It wasn’t a bad thing, but you knew that this relationship wouldn’t go any further and you would always be friends with benefits.

You left the bathroom, touching your hair in the process, and then went back to the bed where the blonde haired girl was waiting for you. As soon as you covered yourself with the satin duvet Layla snuggled into you and you into her. The scent of cherry shampoo hit your nose, and you just closed your eyes.

“... Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Layla.”

Although you will never be together and your feelings will never be shown to the world, you were glad that at least now you could have her close to you.

previous day ; ren jinguji from st☆rish ♡ next day ; all girls from ho-kago tea time

[hoshifighting]

jealous!wonwoo

— synopsis: wonwoo brings you to his friend's birthday party to finally introduce you to his friends for the first time. however, your kindness is having an unexpected effect on him.

— WARNINGS: smut, jealousy, possessiveness, slut shamming, penetrative sex, rough sex, creampie, mentions of blood, cum, a lot of dirty talk, dom!wonwoo, jealous!wonwoo, kind!reader.

it's changkyun's birthday, and you stand in the midst of it all, your fingers tracing the rim of a cold drink, feeling a little out of place but excited nonetheless. it's your first time meeting wonwoo's friends, and he's been talking about them for weeks, making you feel like you've already known them forever. he was thrilled to finally introduce you, the person who’s captured his heart, to the people closest to him.

wonwoo’s been glued to your side all night, smiling proudly as he watches you effortlessly charm everyone around. he loves how gentle you are, how kind, and he was confident you'd get along with everyone. that’s why he fell for you—because you make things easy, even the hard stuff. but now, as he stands talking to jihoon, something feels off. he can’t quite pinpoint when it started, but a weird knot's been forming in his stomach.

“so, y/n,” changkyun grins, rolling up his sleeve to show off a fresh tattoo on his forearm. “what do you think? it's still healing, but i think it turned out pretty dope.”

you lean in closer, eyes widening in appreciation. “oh wow, that's amazing! i've been thinking about getting one for ages but never had the guts to go through with it. you must have a high pain tolerance,” you laugh, lightly brushing his arm with your fingers.

wonwoo’s eyes flicker over to you, catching that moment. something about the way you’re leaning into changkyun’s space, the genuine interest in your voice—it rubs him the wrong way. 

he tries to focus on jihoon’s story about a songwriting mishap, but all he hears is the distant hum of voices. he can't help but feel a pang of something—jealousy? possessiveness?—as he watches you interact so easily with his friends, especially changkyun.

“yeah, it hurt like hell, but it was worth it,” changkyun chuckles, glancing over at you. “maybe you should get one too, then we could be tattoo buddies. what do you say?”

you laugh, a warm sound that feels like home to wonwoo, but now it’s mixed with an unfamiliar sensation. “maybe i will,” you say playfully.

wonwoo feels a strange twist in his chest, like something fragile and delicate is being tugged at. he knows you’re just being your usual sweet self, but seeing you get along so well with changkyun, someone he’s always been close to, brings out a protective side he didn't know he had. he doesn’t like this feeling—this weird, prickly sensation crawling up his spine. it’s not like him to feel insecure, especially around his friends.

he tries to shake it off, but it's like an itch he can't scratch. “hey, y/n,” he calls out, trying to keep his tone light, “come over here for a sec. i wanna introduce you to jihoon properly.”

you turn towards wonwoo, catching a glimpse of the slight tension in his eyes. you can sense something’s off, but you don't want to make a scene, especially not tonight. 

you nod and give changkyun a quick smile. “sure, be right back,” you say, walking over to wonwoo and jihoon.

“everything okay?” you ask quietly, searching his face for a clue.

wonwoo smiles, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. “yeah, just wanted to make sure you were having fun. it’s a lot, meeting everyone at once.”

it doesn't take much for wonwoo to feel uncomfortable again. even as you chat with jihoon, he can't help but feel a flicker of unease. jihoon's quiet personality, paired with your genuine curiosity, makes wonwoo's insides twist.

he knows you're just being gentle, like always, but that's the thing—everyone likes it. not just him. and that thought gnaws at him, despite knowing it's irrational.

he tries to brush it off, but the more he watches, the tighter the knot in his chest becomes. the final straw comes when jihoon leans in closer, discussing something that makes you laugh, your eyes crinkling at the corners. without thinking, wonwoo excuses himself and heads straight for you, an unfamiliar urgency in his step.

“hey, can we talk for a sec?” his voice is calm, but there's an edge to it you can't quite place.

you glance at him, noting the tension in his posture. “sure,” you reply, excusing yourself from jihoon with a polite smile. wonwoo leads you to a quiet corner of the room, away from the prying eyes of his friends.

“what’s up?” you ask, trying to keep your tone light, but the atmosphere feels heavy.

“let's go home,” he says, avoiding your gaze. the abruptness of his request catches you off guard.

“home? already?” you echo, genuinely surprised. “but it's still early, and we haven't even had cake yet.”

wonwoo shrugs, his expression unreadable. “i just... i think we've been here long enough.”

you can sense something's off, but he's not giving anything away. it feels strange, leaving the party so soon, especially when everyone seemed to be having a good time.

and while he tries to mask it, you can read him like a book. deep down, you know he's somehow mad. 

the car ride home is silent, tension thick in the air. you try to ask him what's bothering him, but he brushes it off, offering vague reassurances that everything's fine. it's frustrating, his refusal to communicate, and you decide to push him—just to see how far he'll go, denying what's clearly eating at him.

once you both arrive home, you kick off your shoes and head straight for the bedroom, ignoring his attempts to engage in conversation. his eyes follow you, growing more intense with every step you take away from him.

 the silent treatment is intended, a way to force him to confront whatever he's hiding. wonwoo stands in the doorway, watching as you busy yourself with trivial tasks—checking your phone, removing your jewelry. the longer you ignore him, the more palpable his anger becomes.

“y/n, can we talk?” his voice is low, barely containing his frustration.

you continue to avoid his gaze, feigning interest in your phone. “about what?” you ask, your tone almost dismissive.

that’s all it takes. 

something in wonwoo snaps, the last remnants of his patience fraying. in two quick strides, he's in front of you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you close. the sudden movement startles you, and you drop your phone, eyes widening in surprise. his grip is firm, not painful, but enough to let you know he's serious.

“stop it,” he growls, his voice laced with an unfamiliar edge. “stop pretending like you don't know what's going on.”

you blink up at him, “i don't know what you're talking about,” you say, but the slight quiver in your voice betrays you.

wonwoo's eyes darken, a dangerous glint flashing in them. “don't play dumb, y/n. you've been doing this all night—flirting with my friends, acting like it's nothing.”

your breath catches in your throat, caught off guard by his accusation. “i wasn't flirting,” you protest, but the words feel weak, even to you.

“oh, please,” he scoffs, his grip tightening slightly. “don't give me that innocent act. you know exactly what you were doing, batting those pretty eyes, laughing at their jokes. you loved the attention, didn't you?”

you feel a flush of anger rise in your chest, but before you can retort, he pulls you even closer, his breath hot against your ear. “you're such a fucking slut,” he whispers, the words dripping with venom. “enjoying every second of it, making me look like a fool.”

his jealousy, his possessiveness, it's intoxicating in a way you can't quite understand. and he knows it too, sees the way your breath hitches, the way your body reacts to his words.

“is this what you wanted?” he hisses, his hand slipping under your shirt, fingers digging into your waist. “to push me until i snapped? well, congratulations, baby, you got your wish.”

before you can respond, his mouth is on yours, rough and demanding. it's not a kiss; it's a claiming, a punishment. he kisses you like he wants to devour you, like he's angry with himself for wanting you this much. you kiss him back with equal fervor, matching his aggression with your own, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. he groans, the sound vibrating against your mouth, and you feel a surge of satisfaction.

with a growl, he pushes you against the wall, hands roaming over your body with a frantic urgency. he tugs at your clothes, tearing them off in his haste, not caring if he rips fabric or skin. there's no time for tenderness, no room for gentle caresses.

as his fingers slip beneath your shirt, they pause, feeling the delicate texture of lace and satin. his breath hitches when he discovers the coquette lingerie you’re wearing, complete with tiny bows adorning the bra and panties. you can almost hear his thoughts—did you wear this just to tease him?

he yanks down the waistband of your panties, revealing more bows trailing down the sides.

the sight of you, so perfectly dressed to seduce, makes him want to tear everything off and claim you right there and then.

he grabs your hips, his grip firm and commanding, and without another word, he pushes you harder against the wall, positioning himself behind you. the soft, feminine bows are the last thing on his mind as he enters you without warning, rough and rigid.

you cry out, the sensation heightened by the feeling of the lingerie still partially clinging to your body. the combination of pain making your knees to buckle, and he doesn't give you time to adjust. 

“you think this is funny?” he hisses in your ear, his voice dangerous. ���teasing me like this, showing off like some kind of slut?”

he doesn't give you time to adjust, thrusting into you with a punishing rhythm, his hands digging into your flesh. “this is what you wanted, right?” he grits out, his voice a harsh whisper in your ear. “to be fucked like the slut you are?”

you moan, the sound echoing in the room. he pulls your hair, forcing your head back as he pounds into you, each thrust harder than the last. it's brutal, almost savage, and yet you can't get enough. you revel in the way he takes you, the way he owns you, body and soul.

“god, you're so fucking tight,” he groans. “so wet for me, like you were just waiting for this.”

you bite your lip, trying to stifle your moans, but he notices. he always does. with a snarl, he reaches around and grabs your chin, forcing you to face him. “don't hold back, i want to hear you. i want everyone to know how much you love this.”

you can't hold back anymore. the intensity of his thrusts, the harshness of his words, it's all too much. you cry out, your voice raw and desperate, echoing off the walls.

“w-woo,” you sob, your voice shaky and breathless. 

every thrust feels like it's tearing you apart, and the sensation of his big cock stretching you is overwhelming. he growls at the sound of his name, making you feel like you're teetering on the edge of something explosive.

wonwoo’s hand slides down your body, his fingers tracing the curve of your underbelly with a teasing slowness that contrasts with the brutal pace of his hips. he knows exactly what he's doing, savoring every second of your desperate whimpers. 

his hand dips lower, and when he finds your clit, he circles it with rough, intentional movements that make your whole body jolt. the pleasure is electric, a stark contrast to the roughness of his thrusts, and it sends you spiraling.

“getting fucked like a little slut, all dressed up in this cute lingerie just for me.”

you can only moan in response, your mind too clouded with pleasure to form coherent words. his fingers work your clit with a ruthless accuracy, driving you closer and closer to the edge. every flick of his wrist sends sparks of pleasure shooting through you, and you can feel the tight coil in your stomach winding tighter and tighter.

“such a greedy little thing,” he continues, his voice a low, rumbling purr. “clenching around my cock like you want me to fill you up, huh? you want me to fuck you so hard you can’t walk tomorrow?”

his cock feels impossibly big, almost splitting you in half, and you can’t help the way your body responds, muscles clenching and pulling him deeper. it’s too much, and yet not enough, every thrust bringing you closer to the brink of thoughtlessness.

“fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans, his voice strained with effort. “gonna make me cum if you keep squeezing me like that.”

the knot in your belly twists tighter, the pressure building to a fever pitch. the world narrows down to the feeling of him inside you, his hands on your body, his voice in your ear. you know you're about to fall, your orgasm so close you can almost taste it.

“please, please,” you babble, your voice a desperate plea. “i’m so close, wonwoo, please—”

his hand speeds up on your clit, his fingers pressing down with just the right amount of pressure. it sends a shudder through you, and with a final, brutal thrust, he pushes you over the edge. 

your orgasm knocks you down, your entire body convulsing with the force of it. your walls clench around his cock, almost pulling him over the edge with you, and he lets out a low, guttural moan.

the world blurs as the tides of your orgasm continue to wash over you, your body trembling with aftershocks. you can feel him throbbing inside you, his cock twitching as he chases his own release. the sensation is almost too much, and yet you crave it, needing to feel him come undone inside you.

“cum for me,” you whisper, “please, wonwoo, i need it—”

with a strangled groan, he thrusts into you one last time, burying himself deep inside you as he finally lets go. you feel him pulse inside you, the heat of his release filling you up. 

you can feel yourself dripping as he pulls out, the sensation of his cum mingling with your own. your pussy feels almost numb, a lingering ache from the vigor of it all. your legs are trembling, barely able to hold you up as you try to steady yourself against the wall. your breaths come in ragged gasps, each one punctuated by a soft hiccup that you can’t seem to control.

 “hey,” he murmurs, his voice softening as he gently turns you to face him. “are you alright?”

you nod, though the effort it takes to stay upright makes your knees wobble. 

he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close and guiding you to the bed. as you sink down onto the mattress, the world seems to tilt slightly, your body still recovering from the overwhelming sensations. wonwoo sits beside you, his hand stroking your back in soothing circles.

“i’m sorry,” he says quietly, his tone filled with genuine remorse. “i didn’t mean to be so rough.”

you manage a small smile, leaning into his touch. “it’s okay.”

he nods, his eyes still searching yours for any signs of discomfort. “just... let me take care of you now,” he says, his voice tender. “lie back.”

“woo…”

“hm?”

“i'm yours.”

[princessleechan]

choi seungcheol must die masterlist

📌synopsis: Mingyu wasn't the one with his heart broken. It was his little sister. And Seokmin's older sister. And Chan's best friend. Choi Seungcheol is a menace to society and needs to be put down. Immediately. The sure fire way to do it is to give him a taste of his own medicine: break his heart. 📌pairing: fem!reader x ??? (seungcheol, mingyu, seokmin, chan) 📌genre: slight angst, romance, humor, eventual smut 📌series tags: 18+ only, SMAU, inspired by “John tucker must die”, John tucker!seungcheol, college au, revenge fic, tags will vary from chapter 📌status: COMPLETED WITH BONUSES TO COME 📌started: oct 6th, 2023 - feb 18, 2024 📌Tag list: please reply to this post, send an ask, or dm to get updated

Profiles #1, #2, #3

Act I :

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Act II :

11 | 12 | 13+bonus written scene | 14+bonus written scene | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25

Act III

26 | 27 | 28 | 29 written scene | 30+bonus written scene(18+) | 31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35 | 36 | 37

Epilogue

Bonus:

[pshwrldd]

why dont you check who you are texting princess

HYUNG LINE ENHYPEN | (synopsis) you accidentally tected your crush instead of your friend? | 𝐿ibary…🖇️

genere: fluff, reader on crack

warnings: some swearing (lmk if i missed anything)

nanas love note 💞 : HEYYYY it looks like nanas active era is here😍 anywaysss!! This is my first smau so im so sorry if its horribls😞 but i hope you enjoy it either wayyy<33 thank you for all your support🫶🏻

credits: @coqhee

Taglist: @icyy-hoon @jaysng @amorek1m @jakesangel

@mrjypark @won-k1ss @nxzz-skz (send ask or comment to be added🤍)

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All rights preserved @/pshwrldd

[caramelmochacrow]

"Please have your glimmering eyes Reflect nobody but me"

(frameless version under the cut)

^ floating junna yay! also she's playing peekaboo w nana here dw abt it

[weirdkpopgirl]

Depressed | Dream Reaction #15 (maknae-line)

Reaction: when their gf falls into depression

Genre: angst, hurt/comfort

Warnings: symptoms of depression mentioned/described, chenle's is kinda long, suicide attempt in jisung's. please, please do not read if any of these topics trigger you.

Word Count: ~2.3k

Author's Note: Here is the last part to this reaction. Again, I hope that those of you struggling with depression or any mental health issues in general, get the help you need. although you might feel alone, i assure you that you're not. if not people, there's always God who supports and loves you. i pray for all of you going through seasons of hardships. thank you for reading ^ ^

here is the hyung line version if you didn't read it!

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jaemin 

Jaemin rummaged through his cabinet for the snacks he kept just for you. In the living room, you were curled up on his designer couch, a blanket draped over your shoulders. Normally, he’d hear you humming along to whatever tune was stuck in your head or showering his cats with affection.

But today, the silence was heavy. Too heavy. 

Jaemin emerged from the kitchen and placed the snacks on the coffee table before settling beside you. Your fingers idly ran through Luna’s long white fur as she rested in your lap, but even her comforting presence didn’t seem to brighten your mood.

Clearing his throat softly, he gave you a gentle nudge. “Hey, I got your favorites,” he said, his tone warm and inviting. “Thanks, Jaem,” you replied with a faint smile, your eyes briefly flickering to the colorfully packaged snacks.

He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand as he studied you. He knew you have been seeing a counselor for a while now, and he already began to notice the small changes. Subtle things like how you tried to be more present, and show more compassion for yourself. But Jaemin also was aware that setbacks were inevitable, especially given how little things could trigger you.

“Did something happen today?” he asked cautiously, careful not to insinuate anything. 

You hesitated, your hand pausing on Luna’s back. “Yeah, my professor called me out for not speaking loud enough. She said I sounded like we were at a concert.”

“Oh, princess…”

Shaking your head, you moved your hand to pet the cat’s head. “But she was right, and I know it wasn’t personal. I was just being sensitive, letting her comment get to me.”

Jaemin sighed softly, his expression mixed with concern and understanding. He placed his hand over yours, stopping you from petting Luna for a moment. 

“Hey, don’t be too hard on yourself,” he started to say. But you gently pulled your hand away before he could finish.

“For a second, I really thought things were getting better. I thought, maybe I can overcome this,” you scoffed. “But then something happens, and I fall right back into that dark place. And then I think…maybe I’ll never heal.”

Sensing the frustration in your tone, Luna hopped off your lap and joined her younger siblings. You sighed at the movement, but Jaemin saw it as an opportunity to bring you into his arms. You melted into his embrace, resting your head against his shoulders as tears welled in your eyes.

Jaemin pressed a light kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there as if trying to communicate all his love into that single gesture. He pulled back slightly to cup your face in both of his hands.

In the softest tone his deep voice could manage, he whispered, “First of all, thank you for being honest with me. Secondly, healing isn’t something that happens overnight, princess.”

“I know…” you mumbled, dropping your gaze momentarily. He couldn’t help but smile fondly, catching a tear with his thumb.

“And you've already made so much progress, even if you don't see it,” he added. “Some days will be harder than others, but you’re allowed to have bad days and feel upset about them. It doesn’t mean you're failing, it just means you're human.”

You bit your lip, trying to hold back more tears from spilling. “Jaem…”

“But that’s also why I’m here, to listen to your feelings and remind you that you’re doing great, my (Y/n),” he affirmed gently.

You took a shaky breath, finally allowing a tear to escape, but this time it was different– this time, you felt safe. You leaned into Jaemin's touch, the warmth of his hands on your face grounding you. “I don't know what I would do without you,” you whispered, your voice soft and vulnerable. “Thank you for always being here for me, even when I don't deserve it.”

Then he kissed your tears away and pulled you back in for a warm hug. “You 100% deserve me and so much more, princess.”

Jaemin knew that his words couldn’t convince you fully. But he was determined to keep loving you, hoping that one day you’d believe him.

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chenle 

He might be a bright, easygoing person—  but that didn’t mean he was clueless. Though it’s been a month since you guys could start dating, Chenle sensed something was off when you’ve barely been responding to his texts and missing his calls. But maybe you were just busy and he was just worrying, he knew how hectic university life could be for you.

However, when your roommate messaged him, Chenle knew he should’ve trusted his instincts. Her text basically explained that you’ve been skipping classes, staying in your room, and barely talking to anyone. Coupled with how unresponsive you’d been lately, alarms definitely set off in Chenle’s mind.

Determined to find out what was going on, Chenle left his place and headed over to yours. When your roommate opened the door, she seemed visibly relieved.

“Thank goodness you’re here. She’s been like this for over a week,” she told him, twisting her hands nervously.

Chenle nodded in acknowledgment, grateful she reached out when she did. He made his way to your room, knocking lightly on the door before pushing it open when there was no response. As he stepped inside, his eyes quickly scanned the room– the window shades closed tightly, your bookbag lying abandoned near the desk, and your glasses left on the nightstand. Most telling of all, his eyes landed on the lump under the blankets that was unmistakably you.

“(Y/n),” Chenle called gently, but you didn’t budge. 

Sighing, he walked over to raise the shades, allowing the afternoon light to spill into the room. This action was met with a frustrated groan from you, pulling the covers over your head. He ignored it and moved to kneel by the bed.

“Baby, are you hibernating?” he joked, nudging your shoulder with his hand. “Let’s go out and get some fresh air. I’ll buy you boba.”

His offer didn’t seem to interest you, as he was given a flat response that was devoid of the usual spark he loved. 

“I’m tired, Chenle. Please go.”

“You can’t just stay in bed all day, (Y/n). Come on–”

“I said I’m tired. Leave me be.”

Frustration filling up inside, Chenle yanked the covers off of you and pulled you into a sitting position. His worry deepened as he took in how pale your skin was and how much weight you’ve lost.

“(Y/n), do you see yourself right now?” he demanded. “You haven’t been eating or drinking! What about me? I can’t stand seeing you like this.”

You glared at him weakly, he’s never seen your eyes look so…empty. “Then stop caring.”

He watched as you lay down, tugging the blanket over you once more. The careless comment you threw at him stung, igniting a flare of anger in Chenle. Without thinking, he let his pride take over.

“Fine, be that way. Shame on me for caring about my girlfriend,” he shot back, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket before storming out of your apartment.

Later that evening, Chenle sat in the practice room with his friends, his mind elsewhere. He couldn’t focus, stumbling through the choreography and snapping at the smallest mistakes. The guys exchanged glances, surprised to see the loudest member smiling less and not playfully pestering them as he always did. But none of them pressed further after Jisung asked if he was okay, and Chenle lamely insisted that he was.

During their break, they were casually talking while Chenle remained quiet, listening glumly. Somehow the conversation led to Renjun sharing something he’d learn from his therapist.

“She was telling me how depression isn’t always obvious,” Renjun explained, leaning against the back of the couch. “It can look like staying in bed all day, withdrawing from people, or losing the energy to do simple tasks even.”

Chenle’s gaze drifted down to the floor as Renjun’s words sank in. His mind raced back to how you were acting earlier. The pieces started falling into place, and guilt quickly flooded through him. Mark nudged the younger male, noticing him tense up.

“Dude, you good?” he asked cautiously.

Cursing under his breath, Chenle abruptly got up to his feet. “No, I have to go see (Y/n).”

“Didn’t you just come from her place before practice though?” Jeno asked, but Chenle didn’t stop to answer. He was already out the door, moving with urgency.

The car ride felt like it stretched on forever, tears stinging Chenle’s eyes as he replayed all the signs he had missed. He cursed himself for not realizing sooner, for letting things get to the point where you felt even worse.

When he arrived, he didn’t bother knocking, quickly punching in the passcode to let himself in. Your roommate was conveniently out, having agreed to give you both some privacy at his request.

Pushing your bedroom door open, he found you exactly where he had left you— curled up under the covers, barely moving. His heart clenched at the sight, and he crossed the room to sit down on the edge of your bed.

"(Y/n), I... I’m sorry. Please, look at me," Chenle pleaded, his voice trembling with panic.

After a moment, the blanket shifted, and your face peeked out. "Chenle...?" 

He nodded, a sad smile tugging at his lips. "I’m so sorry— I didn’t mean what I said. I…I didn’t understand before, but I do now.”

Your eyes flickered with the faintest sign of concern as you noticed the tears streaming down his face. When you slowly reached your hand out to wipe his cheek, he broke completely.

“I’m here,” he swallowed, taking your hand in his. “And I’m not going anywhere. I won’t let you go through this alone, okay?”

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you squeezed his hand weakly. For the first time in days, a small crack appeared in the wall she had built around herself. It wasn’t much, but it was a start.

Chenle leaned down to kiss your forehead. “Let’s take it one day at a time,” he whispered. “I’ll be here every step of the way.”

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jisung 

The tall boy stood on the sidewalk, his cap pulled low and white mask covering most of his face. Despite his disguise, his heart raced as he spotted you across the street. It felt like forever since Jisung last saw you—  the Dreamies’ tour having kept him away for far too long. But even from the modest distance separating you two, something felt off.

You were dressed in similar attire to him, oversized sweats and a dark hat— helping you to blend into the crowd. Your eyes didn’t light up when they met his, a spark he’d been looking forward to. He raised a hand, a small wave to pass along some of his excitement to you. But you barely reacted to it. You started walking toward him, stepping off the curb without looking at oncoming traffic.

Jisung’s eyes widened in panic and he shouted your name, his voice cutting through the noise of the street.

 “(Y/n)!”

Car horns blared, tires screeching as vehicles swerved to avoid you. Time seemed to slow as Jisung sprinted forward, his heart pounding in his chest. The second you were within reach, he grabbed your arm and pulled you out of harm’s way. Stumbling together onto the sidewalk, his arms wrapped tightly around your frame.

“What were you thinking? You could’ve been killed!” he exclaimed, his voice breaking. 

A few people passing by glanced their way and whispered, but he couldn’t care less about them right now. In the blink of an eye, he almost lost you.

You didn’t respond to him and just stood in his embrace, your expression eerily blank. No fear, no relief, just… nothing. Your silence chilled him more than the near accident.

Jisung struggled to keep his composure as he gently guided you to a nearby park and sat you down on a bench. "(Y/n), what’s going on?" he asked, his voice shaking. "Please, say something."

You blinked a few times, the emptiness in your eyes fading slightly. “Oh gosh, I’m sorry, Jisung-ah. I just…,” you spoke slowly, taking his hand.

“You just what? You can be honest, (Y/n),” he encouraged, though he felt a lump in his throat.

Glancing up at him, you saw the tears threatening to fall from his eyes at any moment. You hated seeing Jisung cry, especially when it was because of you. But for some reason, that instinct to fix it didn’t feel as strong as it once did.

“I almost wish a car had hit me,” you admitted quietly, your voice wavering.

Jisung froze, the weight of your words sinking in. You didn��t care. You didn’t care if one of those cars had hit you. The realization felt like a punch to the gut, nausea rising as a wave of fear and helplessness washed over him.

Unable to hold back the tears, Jisung pulled you into a tight embrace. “(Y/n), I’m going to get you help, okay?” His voice cracked with desperation. "Please, don’t... you can’t leave me."

You didn’t reply, but your hand weakly clutched at his jacket. It wasn’t much, but it was enough for Jisung to hold onto hope. He couldn’t fix this in a day, but he would do everything in his power to help you find your way back to yourself.

As the sound of the city buzzed around them, Jisung stood there holding you tightly, silently promising you he wouldn’t let you face this alone.

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[art-missy]

You loved Sova's body. His broad shoulders that could carry any weight, his strong arms that weren't hiding any strength, his back muscles that rippled smoothly under his skin.

"Are you done taking pictures ?" he sighed as he shot you a long side-glance.

You smiled broadly behind your camera, still immortalising this moment. You did not miss the shy blush dusting his pale cheeks. He made such a beautiful model in your lovestruck eyes.

"Ignore my presence, my dear hunter."

Clic. Easier said than done. Your gaze was heavy, intensified by the lens of the camera. Sova sighed and resumed his archery session. He sometimes thought you were worse than Cypher. He tried to focus once more on the target but he felt your eyes burning his skin.

"You know that you're cute when you're blushing ?" you chuckled softly.

Clic. He cleared his throat to hide his embarrassment. He focused his aim, shot and missed his target.

Clic. You hummed mischievously, put down your camera and walked calmly towards him. You back-hugged him, your sweet laughter muffled in the fabric of his clothes.

"Aw, Sasha !" you cooed playfully at him. "Is my presence a problem ?"

Sova scoffed but caressed the back of your hand with a softness that was only shown to you.

"You're lucky I love you, моя сова."