#pls pick one i need to pick a member for the prompt i have ready

[pjsfvs]

this poll will be up for 1 day, bc 1 week is wayy to long.

[seangelfish]

gardenia, pansy and red rose for mayoi pls 😖🙏🙏❤️

Mayoi Ayase

🌼 gardenia: would they be good at keeping a relationship secret, if needed?

– Absolutely. He keeps a lot of secrets, so it's not surprising that he's able to keep your relationship with him a secret. He's a mysterious character. Therefore, your relationship will remain a mystery too.

– His heart will skip a beat whenever he sees you. A slight smile may appear on his face. However, he won't go further than that. He won't speak to you in public either. Even when you're producing one of ALKALOID's projects, Mayoi will let the rest of his members speak to you instead. He's really good at this.

– Though, when it's just the two of you, the affection he has bottled up inside will burst out. He's going to stutter out his compliments on how beautiful you were today, how the outfit you picked out looked lovely, and how your voice sounded like music to his ears.

"I-I'm sorry for ignoring you when we're at work..." he snivels. "Please know that I will a-always love you..."

"It's okay, my love. I really appreciate it that you're taking our relationship a secret seriously."

🌼 pansy: who likes to tease their s/o the most? how do they react to being teased?

– Definitely you. Mayoi doesn't have it in his bones to tease you. Mainly because he can't tease you even if he tried his hardest to, and because he doesn't want to.

– But there are times, although rare, that he may slip something out which shocks the both of you.

“Mayoi, today was sooo tiring. Can you carry me home~?” you say in a whine.

"I-I'm sorry, (Y/N), but I can't do that. I'm also really tired from rehearsals today..."

You ignore him. Holding your hands up, you were ready for him to carry you (albeit you were just teasing him). "Mayoi, pleaseee!" you continue.

"(Y/N), I caaan't~" he whines in the same tone you just pulled.

You stop for a moment and so does he. You react positively whenever this does happen, but he will always be embarrassed of the way he tries teasing you.

– And of course, he also gets embarrassed when you do tease him – and that is often. He's a really easy target to tease, and his reactions to being teased are adorable. He immediately tenses up, his face becoming the colour of roses. But what you really like the most is when he would plead for you to stop. It just makes you want to tease him even more.

🌹 red rose: what turns them on the most? (cw: slightly suggestive)

– Following the pansy prompt, it's the teasing that would turn him on the most. But it depends on how you tease him in the moment. If you tease him in a way to make the two of you laugh, then he isn't going to get turned on by that. He's just going to cower into a ball out of shyness. If you tease him in a delicate, sensual way as you whisper nothing but sweet little 'jokes', then something inside him will arouse.

– He's more into praise than degradation. He genuinely gets upset if you do try to degrade him or if your jokes go a little too far. When you praise him, however, his mood shifts and he feels a little giddy. He wants you to praise him even more, and that's when the two of you get down to business...

– Your touch sends shivers down his spine too. You may touch him a lot, but there are times you touch him ever so softly that it makes him tingle.

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[mviswidow]

wanda’s ride

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: SMUT!! porn w plot, thigh riding, a whole lot of teasing, bottom! wanda

Prompt: I was thinking maybe you could do something where wanda is flirting with natasha and other team members and fem! reader gets jealous and decides to... you know "punish" her

Summary: Wanda tries provoking R to get her to fuck her, but it lands her in trouble. A/N: there’s a bit of Sharon slander but pls forgive me, i love her. this is also kind of slow paced, but i wouldn’t say it’s slow paced in a bad way?

Your eyes settled on Wanda talking to flirting with Natasha for probably the hundredth time that night. You knew she was doing it to get a rise out of you, especially since she kept looking at you while she was doing it, leaning closer to Nat as she laughed at whatever she said, putting her hand on her arm to hold herself up.

A few minutes later Wanda came and sat beside you where you were listening to and occasionally participating in the discussion Bucky was having with Maria about weapons or something. To be fair, you were only half paying attention because of how distracting Wanda was being.

Your thighs were pressed against hers in the lounge chair so you could both fit, and your arm ended up around her shoulder. You placed a kiss on her bare collarbone, enjoying the skin you got to see in her off-the-shoulder dress, “Behave yourself,” You warned, placing another kiss at her sweet spot before biting the skin there softly.

Wanda took your hand that wasn't around her shoulders in her own and placed it on her thighs, her hand over yours.

You chuckled and shook your head, “Always so horny, aren’t we, darling?” You said in a low voice, not wanting Bucky or Maria to hear, even though they weren’t paying attention to the two of you anyway, too caught up in their conversation.

Wanda said nothing, but just nodded as you squeezed her thigh and smirked at her flushed face. She’d begged you to just tell Tony that one of you was feeling sick so you didn’t have to go to the party and you could fuck her into the next day. Her goal was to provoke you enough to get you to leave and take her with you and you knew it, but you had much more self control than she did.

You moved your thumb back and forth on the inside of her thigh for a few minutes, listening to Bucky and Maria, sometimes jumping in on the conversation, and other times nudging Wanda for her to say something.

She wasn’t listening so most of the time she just agreed with whatever she’d heard last. She was trying to think of something that would push you over the edge and get you to drag her out of the room.

Eventually, Steve came over to talk to Bucky and Tony had called you over, so the two of you had separated again.

Wanda was growing frustrated because no matter what she did, you would just smirk at her or stare stone faced. She was really horny after working herself up, thinking of all the ways you would ruin her. There was probably an hour left of the party when she got an idea, hoping that it would work.

Finally, your expression changed when she walked over to Sharon, starting up a conversation. She knew how you weren’t particularly fond of her. You didn’t hate her, but you hated the way she would look at Wanda sometimes when she happened to be in the training room while the two of you were training. And you despised the way her eyes flicked to Wanda’s cleavage when she got closer to her. Your eyebrows shot up when you saw Wanda put her hands on Sharon’s waist, and Sharon looked like she was thanking Wanda, so you assumed your girlfriend had complimented her, but you were having none of it when you were worried Sharon would put her hands on Wanda.

“For fucks sake,” You muttered, excusing yourself from Tony and Natasha, which made them laugh when they saw what Wanda was doing to get you riled up, before going over to where she was standing with Sharon beside the bar, your heels clicking on the floor.

Wanda backed up when she heard you getting closer, and when you put an arm around her waist before kissing her temple, she smiled at you, “Hi, sweetheart.”

You hummed in response before turning to Sharon, greeting her quickly to get the niceties out of the way, nodding at her half smile. “Do you still not feel well, my love? I finally convinced Tony to let us back to our room now that things have died down.”

You almost smirked at the excited look in Wanda’s eyes, but you just moved your arm further down her waist, letting it rest right above her ass while you both said goodbye to Sharon and made your way to the elevator.

You took her hand in yours, pressing a kiss to her knuckles and walked inside, clicking the button to your floor.

Neither of you spoke and the tension was thick, but you just stood there leaning against the wall, playing with the rings on Wanda’s fingers, thinking of all the things you could do to her, knowing she was reading your mind.

Her breathing had become irregular and her face was red, her lips slightly parted, and you noticed her thighs pressed together when you thought of ramming into her with her favorite strap-on.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened. You smiled and let Wanda leave first, opting to slap her on the ass playfully, which made her giggle, as you made your way into the kitchen and took a banana from the fruit bowl, peeling it and taking a bite of it as you watched Wanda shift uncomfortably on the barstool.

“What are you doing?” You asked after you swallowed your first bite.

A look of confusion played on her features and she tilted her head, “Nothing, I’m just waiting for you.”

“Go get changed for bed, just panties and a t-shirt. When you’re done I want you to come back in here and have a snack. Once you’ve done that you can come back to our room,” You instructed and watched Wanda get up and walk to your room as fast as her feet could carry her without breaking out into a run, which made you chuckle.

On your way to the room you shared with Wanda, she was passing you in the hallway, and you gave her a little smile. She looked so soft, her makeup had been wiped away and her wavy hair was resting over her shoulders, the hem of her shirt just covering her bottom.

You almost stopped her, wanting to kiss her, but you refrained from distracting yourself and her, knowing that she would try to eat quickly and you didn’t want her to make herself sick or anything.

Once in your room, you changed out of your clothes from the party and put on underwear, a pair of sleep shorts, and a tank top that you often wore to bed. You wiped away your makeup and fixed your hair so it would stay out of your face before picking up the book you’d been reading from your nightstand and going from where you were.

After a few short minutes, you heard the door open, but you didn’t look up until you’d reached the bottom of the page you were on, noticing that Wanda was still standing at the door, looking unsure of what to do.

“Do you need something?” You asked innocently with a cocked eyebrow.

“I just thought we were - you know, that you would-”

“Spit it out, baby,” You interrupted.

She looked flustered and you had half the mind to laugh at her, “I thought you were going to punish me.”

You nodded and looked back to your book, “I will.”

She chuckled and finally closed the door, walking up to the bed and sitting on her knees in front of you, clearly wanting your attention. “Are you just going to make me wait?”

“I’ll leave you untouched for a week if you’re going to be a brat about it,” You challenged, looking up at her.

“I’m sorry,” She apologized immediately, panic in her eyes. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

You smiled, pleased at her response, and leaned up to kiss her. She tried to work you up, doing the little things she knew you loved, and you teased her back just as much, biting her bottom lip, brushing your tongue with hers. You squeezed her lower lip between your lips as you pulled away from her, making her smile.

“So are we-”

“If you want to get off right now, the only way you’ll be doing it is on my thigh,” You deadpanned, looking back down at your book and moving your thigh closer to her.

“What, while you just sit there and read?” She scoffed.

You sighed, feigning annoyance, “Would you rather I get the strap out and make you cockwarm until I finish my book? I have around 100 pages left, you’d be there for quite a while, my love, just dripping onto my lap.”

Wanda shook her head, as much as she loved cockwarming for you, “I need to cum, babe, please. If I ride your thigh will you let me?”

“Probably,” You shrugged. “Take your panties off before you get on,” You said, tapping your thigh before you flipped the page of your book. You were only half paying attention, it was really hard to read while your girlfriend was ready to beg you to fuck her, but you knew how much she absolutely hated the lack of attention you were giving her, so you considered it worth it.

You felt her weight leave the bed for a second, and she hurried to get her panties off before getting back on and carefully straddling your thigh that had been waiting for her and placing one of her hands on your shoulder and the other on the bed next to your leg.

You bit the inside of your lip when you felt the wetness from her cunt on your skin, she was dripping and you were itching to comment on it, but stayed silent until you heard her sigh, relieved that she could finally get what she needed, whether you planned on helping her or not, “Oh, I wouldn’t get too excited yet, princess, I can’t make it too easy for you, now can I?”

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?”

You opted to ignore her attitude, “By the end of the night, your ass is going to be nine different shades of red after that little stunt you pulled tonight. We’re only getting started with this.” You said, and you couldn’t resist looking at her, an exasperated look on her face.

“You’re cruel,” She whined.

You hummed in agreement and slapped her ass with your hand, which made her hips jerk forwards, “Move.”

You didn’t have to tell her twice. She immediately started moving her hips back and forth, spreading her wetness on you. You felt her fingernails dig into your shoulder blade and it wasn’t long before soft sighs were escaping her mouth, “What, does that feel good, pretty girl?”

“Yes,” She nodded, closing her eyes, and finally moaned. Quietly, yes, but it was your favorite thing to hear, so you didn’t care.

“Good,” You smiled and flipped your book onto yourself before taking the hand that was on your shoulder and removing the rings on her fingers off, seeing that she’d forgotten to do that in the haste of getting herself ready for you, which made you chuckle. You reached over and dropped them on the nightstand, hearing them clink together as they landed on the wood. “Now, hands off, princess, behind your back or on your thighs, your pick.”

She nodded, too turned on to protest, and put her hands behind her back, never stopping the movement of her hips. That didn’t last long though, and she only kept her hands behind her back before they fell to her thighs, gripping the bottom of her shirt and bunching it up, which gave you the most beautiful view of her clit bumping against your skin.

You noticed her pace had quickened, and you put a hand on her waist, “Slower.” You flipped your book back up to read, but you weren’t paying very much attention, it was merely for theatrics.

You kept one hand at her waist, since she was having trouble keeping the rocking of her hips slow, this was her punishment, you couldn’t make it too easy for her. You almost felt bad for her with how incredibly slow you had her going. Almost. Both of you knew she wasn’t going to cum like this, but you’d give her what she wanted eventually. The only sounds in the room were her whines and quiet grunts, and her head was down, chin almost touching her chest.

After a minute of her grinding slowly, you let her move her hips faster, you didn’t want to tire her out too quickly. Once she was going at a steady momentum, you removed your hand from her waist and smiled when she kept going at the same speed, “Look at that, who knew my best girl could be so independent?”

Wanda’s head lifted so she could glare at you, but you just smiled at her proudly and went back to your book, but you jerked your leg up while she was rocking forward, making her moan from the pressure on her clit.

“You can go faster now,” you mumbled, turning the page of your book, smiling when you got to the exact page you’d been waiting to find.

She moaned and complied, her pussy practically begging for release. You smirked as you felt her juices dribble down your thigh, “Look at that, Wands, you’re making such a mess.”

You put your finger in between the pages and shut your book, using your other hand to wipe upwards, collecting her wetness on your fingers and bringing it to your mouth, moaning when you tasted her on your tongue. God, you couldn’t wait to devour her later. Wanda whimpered at the sound of your moan and her hips started to move a little faster, and you let her.

“Hey, baby?” You hummed, wanting her attention on you.

Her eyes opened, and she looked at you, hoping that you would finally tell her you would take care of her, or that she’d been so good for you and now she could finally have what she wanted, but you said none of that. You simply turned your book towards her, pointing at a paragraph at the top of one of the pages, “Can you read this page out loud for me?”

Wanda grunted, tired, horny, annoyed, and frustrated, but took the book in her hands, moaning when she read the first two sentences in her head. You were making her read a lesbian fucking sex scene and she had never hated or loved you more.

You smirked at her as she tried to read coherently, but she was almost done, “Kate’s tongue licked a stripe up - fuck- up Alice’s center and flicked her tongue against her clit.” Wanda let out a whine and her pleading eyes met yours.

“Give me two more sentences, darling. I’ll let you fuck yourself on my thigh when you’re done, I promise,” You nodded, urging her on.

Her shaky voice continued, and you could tell she was struggling to focus, “God, Alice pulled a pillow over her face to muffle her moans, but as soon as she did, Kate pulled back, bit at her thigh. ‘Let me see,’ she- she murmured. fuck- ‘Please.’” She moaned once more and you took the book from her, tossing it to the nightstand.

“Fucking, finally,” Wanda groaned, as you sat up straighter.

Her hands surged forward and she pulled you towards her, not being able to stop herself from kissing you feverishly. You kissed her back, but not for long. You turned her head with your hand a little and started kissing down her jaw to reach her neck before starting to suck at her neck with the intention of marking her.

“Babe, fuck, don’t do that, they’ll see tomorrow,” Wanda moaned, but it didn’t seem like she cared that much, because she brought a hand up to grip your hair and her hips were moving faster.

“Good, I want them to. Maybe that bitch will learn to stay away from you then, hm? Or did you forget what got you into this? You don’t exactly have the grounds to tell me what to do right now, my love,” You smirked and nipped at the skin besides the hickey you just made.

Wanda’s hips jerked forward and her grip on your hair tightened, almost painfully, “Please,” She whimpered.

Your thigh was coated in her juices and the slickness was making it harder for her to get any friction on her clit.

“Do you want some help, princess? Is that it?” You teased, already starting to suck a new hickey above her collarbone.

She whined, “Yes, please.”

“Say it, I want to hear you say it,” You mumbled against her sweaty skin.

“Let me get off on your thigh while you play with my clit, god- please,” Wanda’s head dropped to your shoulder, but her action was short lived, because you detached your mouth from her neck, tilted her face up, and brought your thumb up to her mouth.

She parted her lips and sucked in your thumb, swirling her tongue around it and getting it wet with her spit, not that it would need to be already wet once it got down there.

You kissed her shoulder and tapped the side of her face with your other fingers, signaling for her to open her mouth.

You brought your thumb down to her clit and started rubbing slow circles, and she reacted immediately, moaning loudly and whining something in Sokovian.

You increased your pace and her hips sped up, knowing that she was close because she only started speaking in Sokovian in bed when she was going to come. She was moving almost erratically, and all she could do was babble in her mother tongue and moan at your ministrations.

“This is what you wanted isn’t it? You wanted to see what I would do when I got mad, yes? You wanted me to make a mess of you? I think I’ve done just that, darling, I’ve reduced you to just moans and babbles.”

She nodded frantically and bucked her hips on your thigh. You kissed her and swallowed some of her moans, and at this point you were probably dripping onto the bed, too.

“‘M close, please,” She begged, needing release after being teased relentlessly.

“Take your shirt off,” You instructed, and she did immediately.

You took a nipple in your mouth, switching between biting it gently and swirling your tongue around it, and you used the hand that you weren’t using to rub at Wanda’s clit to tease the other nipple in your hand, making her back arch, almost dramatically.

She cursed in Sokovian and groaned, her movements jerky and you could tell how tired she was, “Please, ‘m gonna cum, babe, please-”

You lifted your head up from her nipple, but continued gently pulling at the other in between your fingers. Your noses brushed together as you kissed her again, before pulling back, “Go on, come for me, show me that you can follow instructions so this doesn’t have to happen again.”

Wanda moaned and her back arched, your thumb continuing to work at her clit until the tenseness in her body snapped and she let out a strangled cry as she came on your thigh.

You were quick to leave her nipple and put your arm behind her, supporting her weight as her hips slowed, and you kept working at her clit slowly until her hips stopped completely and her body was relaxed.

She was panting heavily and her head had rested on your shoulder. You chuckled airily and kissed the side of her face, “You did so well, pretty girl, I’m so proud of you.”

Wanda smiled at your praises and mumbled out a ‘thank you’.

You knew you had to give her a break before going at it again, so you let her slump against you as your fingers danced along her spine and you continue to whisper praises in her ear.

Once she’d calmed down she pushed herself off of you and tried to settle into bed.

“What are you doing?” You asked, a single eyebrow raised.

“I’m sleepy,” She said simply and looked up at you.

You tutted and shook your head, “Oh, no, baby. I was serious, I’m not done with you. Your ass is going to be real tender tomorrow morning.”

[whats-k-popping]

17 sick jimin pls??

Thanks so much for the request! I was really excited to do 17! It's such a soft prompt! And Jimin just makes it even softer! <333

Pairing VMin - soulmates (open interpretation)

Prompt: "shivers* I don't think so. I'm pretty sure I'm running a fever."

Words: 1315

Warnings: Fever || Sick Member || Slight Angst

Taehyung needs some soulmate time. His schedule has been crazy. Taehyung’s being encouraged by the company to get back into acting. He’s been auditioning every chance he gets. Managers are setting up these auditions that he doesn’t want to go to. He doesn’t even like the scripts he’s being handed. It feels like he’s being archetyped as comic relief by the managers. He doesn’t want to be an archetype. And he can’t really take another rejection. He doesn’t really want to be an actor right now. But it’s “good for his image.” Taehyung wants to define his own image. 

So Taehyung needs soulmate time. He needs a one-on-one movie night with his favorite person. He needs a chance to destress and binge eat popcorn and chug sugary drinks while lying lazily on his bed. He just needs a night to feel like the entire weight of the world isn’t placed on his shoulders. Where he doesn’t have to be V of BTS. Just some normal Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin quality time. 

Jimin loves the idea. They align their schedules and find a night they are both done by 7. Taehyung’s excited. He’s already picking out the movie list, texting Jimin recommendations. Jimin wants to watch romance movies. Taehyung wants to watch comedies. It’s a good looking line up.  He’s determined to just get through his schedules, each completed activity getting him one step closer to his promised soulmate movie night. 

It’s finally time. Jimin knocks on his door and Taehyung opens it excitedly. He’s already gotten everything set up. The laptop is ready to stream, a big bowl of popcorn is already popped, sodas are chilled and ready. He went so far as to subtly encourage Namjoon to stay late at his studio so they won’t be faced with any interruptions. 

Jimin makes himself comfortable on the bed while Taehyung scrambles around to make sure everything is ready. Once Taehyung’s satisfied, he settles on the bed as well. “Alright where do you want to start?” 

“You can pick first, TaeTae.” Jimin smiles, his voice as cheerful as always. He pulls his knees up to his chest and wraps his arms around himself. He shudders. 

Taehyung starts the first movie and leans back against the headboard. He turns off the lamp on his bedside table and sets the bowl of popcorn between them. 

Jimin’s trying to pay attention to the movie. He wants to be enjoying the movie the way that Taehyung is. But he doesn’t laugh when Taehyung does. He doesn’t gasp when Taehyung does. He’s not even sure what’s really going on. It’s hard to follow. Last he knew, the characters were on at an amusement park. Why are they suddenly at a funeral? 

He’s struggling to focus. His vision keeps going in and out. He can’t even read the subtitles on the screen from the foreign film Taehyung chose. His ears feel clogged so he can’t even listen for glimpses of the English words he recognizes. And he’s cold. So so cold. He’s chilled down to his bones. Goosebumps run up and down his arms and legs. He can’t focus on anything other than how he’s going to be warm. 

He knows now that he’s not feeling well. He felt fine earlier in the day, maybe more tired than usual. But he thought he would be okay for his movie night with Taehyung. He knows how excited Taehyung was for it. He doesn’t want to ruin the evening. He’ll keep it to himself as long as he can.  

Taehyung looks over and notices Jimin shivering. He tucks an extra blanket around his soulmate’s shoulders. Jimin instantly grabs the corners of the blanket and tugs it tighter around himself. Despite the new blanket, his teeth start chattering. “You’re cold?” Taehyung asks. He’s wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants, but he feels comfortable.

Jimin nods, “Yeah, thanks for the blanket.” 

“Anytime.” Taehyung goes back to the movie. 

Jimin’s still cold, even snuggled up in the blanket. And there’s an ache spreading throughout his entire body. He wants to lay down, sitting up is taking way too much of his energy. But even moving an inch hurts. He can barely take a deep breath without whimpering. “Tae,” He whines, getting the other’s attention. 

Taehyung pauses the movie and turns to Jimin, “Yeah, Chim.” He sees the pout on Jimin’s lips. Jimin’s face looks flushed, his round cheeks are brushed a rosy pink. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” 

Jimin shivers, “I don’t think so. I think I’m running a fever.” He stretches his neck out as much as he can, encouraging Taehyung to check it for him. 

Taehyung scoots closer and puts his hand on Jimin’s forehead. Jimin leans into the touch. He never wants Taehyung’s hand to move. But Taehyung pulls his hand away once he’s confirmed Jimin’s suspicions. “Ooh, Chimmy. You’re burning up.” 

Jimin whimpers. “I don’t feel good, Tae.” Taehyung closes the laptop, movie night is officially over. 

“You want me to take you to your room?” 

Jimin shakes his head. He knows Hoseok’s not home and he doesn’t want to be alone. And he was looking forward to spending the night with his best friend. But he knows how busy Taehyung’s been. And Taehyung can’t afford to get sick now. “Can I stay here with you?” 

“Absolutely,” Taehyung answers immediately. “Why don’t you lay down.” He guides Jimin by his shoulders so that he’s laying down. He fixes the blanket over Jimin’s shivering body, smoothing it over his form. He tucks a pillow under Jimin’s head. 

Jimin feels so much better now that he’s laying down. He takes a deep sigh of relief and closes his eyes. But he’s still cold and the spare blanket isn’t doing anything to help it. “Tae, will you hold me?” he pleads, but hesitancy soon follows. “You don’t have to though. I don’t want to get you sick.” 

Taehyung presses a kiss to Jimin’s warm forehead, “You know you never have to ask for cuddles, Minnie,” Taehyung wraps himself around Jimin. Jimin suddenly stops shivering. “Warmer now?” 

Jimin nods. “Sorry I ruined movie night, TaeTae.” Jimin nuzzles his nose into Taehyung’s chest. 

“You didn’t ruin anything. You can’t help that you got sick. I’m just glad to spend time with you.” Taehyung draws patterns on Jimin’s back to soothe him. 

“I want to spend time with you, too.” Jimin smiles, “I don’t want to fall asleep yet. Will you talk to me?” 

So Taehyung talks. He tells Jimin about the auditions he’s participated in. He talks about the plots of the dramas and some of the scripts and even throws in a few jokes. He talks about some of the actors he’s met on sets. And he talks about the rejections he’s gotten despite all of his efforts. 

“Don’t worry, TaeTae. I’m sure you’ll land a role soon.” Jimin offers after listening to all of it. 

Taehyung sighs, “I don’t even want a role, Minnie. I want to focus on music right now. I want to work on my solo songs. I want to spend more time with you guys. I don’t want to go back to that crazy schedule of doing Bangtan things and the drama at the same time. It was exhausting.” 

“Have you told anyone you don’t want to?” Jimin asks. A chill rushes through his body and he shudders. Taehyung is silent. “Maybe you should start there.” 

“Thanks for listening, Minnie. Why don’t you try to get some sleep now.” Taehyung encourages. “I’ll be here if you need anything.” 

“Thanks Tae.” Jimin closes his eyes and snuggles closer. The younger vocalist wraps his arms around Jimin’s smaller body. 

It’s not the soulmate time that Taehyung had expected. But he feels some of the weight lifted off his shoulders after talking with Jimin. He’s always thankful for any quality time with his best friend. 

A/N: As always, thanks for reading to the end! Feedback is always appreciated. And please let me know if I missed any tags or TWs. Please call me out for any errors you notice! Please keep these requests coming! I am loving them! <3

[annie-mit-ie]

Glimpses: Part 16 (Kathryn Hahn x Fem!Reader)

Part 1 // previous chapter <<< >>> next chapter

Summary: A lot is happening.

Word count: 2.8k

A/N: hello again! I was away on a family vacation over the weekend and am sitting in a car on the way home. This is, one again, entirely written and edited on the phone so pls be kind 🥰

Moreover, I can’t believe how many people loved and reacted to the last part. Good confidence boost! Hope y’all will enjoy this lighter chapter as well - a new rollercoaster is already awaiting around the corner ;)

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“You told her WHAT?” Jennifer looks at Kathryn in disbelief.

Kathryn, who is sitting on the couch, tea in hand and a wide smile on her face, looks at her manager. “That I think I am in love with her. Yup. I did that,“ she takes another sip. „Because, you know, I think I am.“

She smiles to herself and looks at her tea before she continues talking. „I can’t stop thinking about her. I want her around. Preferably at all times. I know I haven’t talked to her or anyone about it, but really… the whole thing with Jeffrey really made me realize… I couldn’t touch that man. At all. I couldn’t even bring myself to think about it. Because of her. I really do think this is it, Jen.”

Jennifer looks at Kathryn and for a moment both woman fall silent. “I just… I don’t think it’s a good idea. You might be at the height of your career right now. I just have a gut feeling.”

“Eh,” Kathryn waves the remark off with one hand. “You’re wrong.”

Not giving it another thought, she sips her tea and sits in silence, as Jennifer shakes her head and leaves the room, running into Agnes who is just about to enter. Agnes reminds Kathryn that she had to leave for today’s set in a couple of minutes and collects whatever she needs with her.

Agnes seems to be in a very good mood and occasionally checks her phone to stay on track as she leads Kathryn out of the room towards the car she had called for her. The women slip into the backseat and Kathryn immediately lets her head fall back and closed her eyes.

Lately, whenever she does, she can see your face. She doesn’t mind that you didn’t say anything back after she confessed to you. After all, it was her fault for calling right after work where people usually still need her. Right after she poured her heart out, someone came running towards her and told her to meet the director for an urgent arrangement. Obviously, Kathryn had to hang up right away as the project is top secret and the actors are not allowed to have their phones on set at all to keep it that way.

Seeing the tears on her face, the crew member didn’t say anything about the rule and never planned to report her for using a device in the first place. You saw him on you screen for just a second and realized Kathryn had to leave immediately. Both of you smiled and it felt wrong but at the same time the way her eyes looked made up for it and her apologetic good bye forced your heart to skip yet another beat.

Back in reality, Kathryn opens her eyes again and smiles at Agnes who is placing her hand on Kathryn’s. “You okay, K?”

Kathryn nods. “Better than ever before. I just wish she was here, you know?”

Agnes knows.

Today’s shooting is long and Kathryn’s body aches as she falls into bed that night. Tomorrow will be just as long, especially since the crew has to leave the area for a 2-day-shoot in the mountains. She sighs as she leans up against the headrest to type out a message telling you about it all. This week, time is tight and she hasn’t had enough of it to properly talk to you again. Especially with Jennifer following her every step to make sure she takes care of herself.

Preparing for the long shoot, Kathryn puts herself in a kind of trance, especially since her scenes will be mentally and physically demanding. Two days later, she snaps out of it as Agnes and her sit in a car on their way back to the hotel. Weirdly enough, she is full of energy and beams as her team wants to go have dinner tonight to celebrate the end of the week.

She immediately strips and hops into the shower before getting ready for dinner. Thinking about how it’s only gonna be her and the team, she ditches an extensive make up and is just about to just put mascara on as it knocks on her door.

Expecting Agnes or Jennifer to pick her up, Kathryn wants to just ask for them to let themselves in. But something holds her back, so she gets up and opens the door herself.

It’s you. You, in all your beauty. Your hair the way she likes it best, some make up, an outfit that tells her you know she is on her way to dinner. Kathryn is not able to form any words and just continues staring at you as you fiddle with your hands and shoot her a shy smile.

For a moment, neither of you speak or move, until you take a sharp breath. “I am in love with you, too”, you hear yourself say, before you launch forward, cup her face with both hands and capture her lips with yours.

The kiss is long, but sweet and she holds you close after it ends. “Y/N… you are here… you are real…”

There are tears in her eyes as she reaches up to move a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “I’ve missed you so much. Oh god.” She sighs into your ear as she wraps you up in a tight hug while the door falls shot behind you.

A few seconds pass before she lets go and finally faces you. Realizing she isn’t in a position to talk, you take the lead, “I heard you’re going out for dinner?” She nods and cups your face to kiss you again. Hard. Wanting.

“Hold on!” You stop her. “We gotta get going, hm?”

Once again, she nods but you also feel your self slowly being pushed towards the wall behind you. Eventually, your back meets it with a thud, blowing some air out of your lungs. Looking at her, your chore burns and you bite down hard on your lower lip because you can feel yourself spiraling, wanting her, slowly giving in.

“Kathryn…”, you say her name, nearly moan her name. Teasing her with it, you want to see what effect it has on her as you let it roll on your lips. You are finally just about to give in as it knocks on the door again.

Realizing what had just happened, you jump back and remove yourself from Kathryn by ducking under her arms that are resting to your side. She takes a breath and flattens her shirt before running her hand through her hair as she opens the door. It’s Agnes.

“Boss? I’m - oh! HEY Y/N! Nice to see you found each other.” There is a short moment of silence in which she takes in the situation and realizes how out of breath Kathryn, highlighted by the cheeky smile you’re spotting in the background.

She coughs. “The limo is waiting. I’m here to pick you up, the others want to leave.”

Apologetic, she nods once and closes the door behind her again. Kathryn shoots you a short smile, grabs her blazer and your hand and leads you out of the room, following her right away.

The trip is nice. The whole team is there and you recognize Ben, the hairdresser, who is standing with Agnes and Jennifer, right away. As always, the manager acts professional and polite but keeps her distance while Ben wraps you up in a tight hug as he tells you he missed you. There is also a young blonde, whose name you don’t quite understand - Agnes introduced her as the set’s make up artist - and another assistant, who is responsible for all things regarding the project Kathryn is still working on. She seems very busy and organizes something after welcoming Kathryn shortly.

Quickly, you realize that Kathryn invites everyone out for a nice evening as a thank you for their work. She is one of the few people who realize that it takes a team to bring life into a character and it just makes you fall for her more. She shoots you a smile and lets her hand run over your arm before getting into the car where she sinks into the soft limo-seats.

Within the group, you look like you belong. No one would raise any suspicion asking who you are, especially since Kathryn’s set assistant, who is a local, organized a table at a restaurant far away from where the paparazzi would assume an actress would go out to.

The groups time at dinner is great. Once again, Kathryn takes the time to thank everyone and ask about their time and if anyone needed anything that she could provide. Occasionally, she would touch and squeeze your leg under the table and look directly into your eyes as you talk. You love when she puts her arm around the back of your chair to completely face you and take in every word you say. Sometimes, she would even run her index finger over her lip and bits down on it - a common thing she does that makes you forget every thought you’ve ever had. Other than Kathryn, everyone else also seems to be very interested into the stories you tell and they all make you feel like you are right at home, which is a welcomed change to how ex-partners treated you. Not that you and Kathryn are an actual thing.

When dinner comes to an end, everyone is high of laughter and slightly tipsy you are the last person to slip into the car. Kathryn is already sitting in the back of the long couch that fills out the limo. Sitting down, you move a little too fast, prompting her to use your momentum to pull you closer and plant a short kiss on your lips.

Immediately, you pull back and look at the others in shock as you realize you guys weren’t exactly open about it all, but no one seems to think about it any further. Jennifer types on her phone as the make up and hair artists discuss next week’s looks. Only Agnes really realizes and shoots you a wide smile as your eyes meet. Softly, you smile back and, having gained new confidence, lean into Kathryn’s touch who is playing with your hair and place another kiss on her lips before she wraps an arm around you and you just lean against her side.

Back in her hotel room, you sit down on her couch as you are unsure what to do with yourself. Agnes, who organized the whole surprise with you, organized a separate room for you where you put all your stuff this afternoon which is why you seem a little lost right now. She is an angel. Right after Kathryn’s confession, you called Peter who gave you his number just in case you ever needed him. He not only connected you with Agnes - he also offered to take you to the airport. With their help, you managed to get to the woman of your dreams within a couple of days.

Kathryn’s head pops out of the bathroom. “Make yourself at home, honey! It’s all yours as well.”

She shoots you a small smile before she pops back into the room. Sitting there by yourself for a minute, you try to take in everything that is happening tonight and are just starting to wonder where you’re gonna sleep as Kathryn walks back into the bedroom. Locking eyes with you, she walks straight towards you before plopping down next to you on the other side of the couch you are currently sitting on.

A soft smile plays along her lips and her eyes glisten in the bright moonlight that’s coming in through the open window. A light breeze is ruffling through her hair and the whole scene is soaked in dark blue light as the night makes your eyes heavy and you sink into the cushions.

For a moment, you sit in silence as she lets her head fall back with closed eyes and her hand rests on your ankle, slowly caressing it with her thumb. She smiles.

Suddenly, she straightens her back and sits up again, facing you. “Hey.”

“Hey.” You say back with the softest voice you have in you.

“I am so happy you are here. I feel like I can finally breathe again.” Her face lightens up, elevated by the moonlight.

You need a moment to comprehend what she has said before you respond. “I feel like there is no other place I’m supposed to be at.”

Fully focusing on you, she nods as she takes in your every thought while her smile widens. Another breeze comes in through the window and you realize one again how incredibly beautiful you think she is.

Actually,” she takes, “I really don’t want to change that. I would like to have you here.”

For a moment, your brain wonders if she wants to offer you a job - which, absolutely is dumb - but you remember to listen to her as she continues speaking: “If you want to… you can stay. Here. I would love that.”

You feel honored but at the same time you feel like this situation of not talking things out will continue if you don’t take the chance and step up.

You move a little closer to her, rest your elbow on the back of the couch and place your hand (that has been propping up your head) on her cheek, fingertips softly touching her hair. For a blink, you sit there and take in the moment of intimacy before you move a strand of hair behind her air and place your palm against the back of her neck, caressing her slowly.

“Kathryn…. I wanna be with you.” You decide to rip the bandaid off. “I want to hold your hand, kiss you, I want to spend any possible moment with you and just… be.”

Once again, she nods. “I want that, too.”

You both smile. Moving forward, you cross your legs as you take a seat right next to her to take her hands into yours. Her eyes shoot up and she looks at you in anticipation.

You take in a deep breath and collect your confidence to ask a question that makes your heart rate go up so far Kathryn would probably be mad at you for. Right as you open your mouth to talk, the brunette blurts out what is lying on your tongue. “Please be my girlfriend!”

You stare at her in disbelief. It’s what you wanted, but hearing her suggest it is a completely different story. “Please,” she repeats, “I know this isn’t gonna be the easiest ride but… in the short time we’ve been… together… I just.. I want to be with you. REALLY be with you.”

It’s time, it’s time and you can’t hold onto you anymore. You launch forward and pin her down on the couch. Her hands fall over her head and disappear in her wild mane. She looks at you with open eyes and widened pupils as a cheeky grin finds its place on your face.

“Yes! Let’s do it!”, you say before finding her lips and kissing her until both of you can’t breath anymore.

It’s not the romantic situation you’ve always imagined. It’s not the grown-up situation of being with someone older you expected. But somehow, it’s perfect. You remember the countless times she drove you mad. The times you had to hold back. The dreams you’ve had about her and somehow it just seems fitting that this is how she becomes yours. Breathless, on the other side of the world, on a spontaneous surprise after blurting out sweet confessions. After all, you are head over heels for each other which put you in the position you’re in in the first place.

Remembering all the hot longing glimpses she’d thrown your way tonight, you go in for another kiss and deepen it quickly, becoming one with her under the calming moon light.

[starlight-writes-stuff]

hi, do you think you could do another blurb for ethan? maybe something nsfw? like, a party hookup? im thinkin about fratboy!ethan 👁👄👁

(wc: 5.5k) pls im always thinking about fratboy ethan :,) but yes i can do this 100 % ! this ask prompted something deep in me and i ended up making a playlist to go with it as well 🤧here’s the link to that if ur interested https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4yXuVtAKBHexm5ifE9NQ2B ! A L S O i’m sorry this took forever to get to ,,,, life has been a lot recently lol . reblogs are always appreciated ! <3

AYO LOOK AT THESE ! : smut (obvious but still) , sex while under the influence (with explicit consent given) , softdom! ethan , marajuana use , alcohol use , unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it , plz) , swearing , college au , an unus annus reference if u look close enough , and i believe thats it . enjoy ! xoxoxoxo , starlight .

a little party never killed nobody

it was the exact same as every other college party you’d ever been to. shitty music, shittier alcohol, shittiest people- except for him. 

when ethan nestor had invited you to a frat party, you’d laughed in his face. you knew that he was a member of data data data, but he wasn’t the type that made it his whole personality. as far as you’d observed, he wasn’t the partying type, either, but there he was, texting you the house address.

“so you’ll come tonight? it’s going to be a pretty big thing- a lot of people coming. you should be able to walk right in, but if anyone gives you shit just tell them you’re with me,” he said, a slight smirk playing on his lips. you and ethan hadn’t been talking for long; technically, you hadn’t even known that he’d existed two weeks ago. 

when ethan had first sauntered up to you in physical sciences, that same smirk painting his face, you’d picked up on the underlying chemistry right away. he was a flirt by nature, but he seemed to play it up even more around you- the brunette boy had asked for your number the first day you met, and you’d been talking almost constantly since. he was funny and sweet and extremely charismatic, and he made your heart flip in your chest with the smallest glance. the two of you hadn’t hung out alone yet, so this party felt like a big deal.

or, at least, that's what you’d thought.

when you showed up at the front door of the frat house loud, bass-filled music was already shaking the window panes in their frames, and you could hear what sounded like a hundred different voices all talking over each other. ethan hadn’t been kidding when he said that it was a big party; at least half of your year was here, plus the older and younger students interspersed throughout the throngs of people as well. as you made your way to the kitchen, ethan was nowhere to be found. you felt as if all eyes were on you as you started to pour a drink, and dimly, you wondered if people could tell that you didn’t belong.

however, most of your anxious thoughts had been subdued after the first solo cup of vodka lemonade, and you were now well through your second. the music pounding throughout the house felt as if it had infiltrated your veins, filling them with a warm, buzzing sensation that loosened your limbs. at some point, a guy had come up to chat with you. then another. you weren't sure how many times you’d given out your snapchat tonight, but it had been a lot, and you were about to do it again. 

the guy you were currently talking to introduced himself as danny. he was some sort of business major, much like every other guy that you’d spoken with tonight, and was very clearly trying to hit on you. even through the alcohol-induced haze, you remembered who you came here for and you weren't leaving without him. you put a hand on danny’s shoulder, effectively cutting him off in the middle of his sentence.

“hey, do you know where ethan is? ethan nestor, i mean? he’s the one who invited me here.”

danny looked disappointed, but seemed to shift and slot puzzle pieces together in his head, snapping his fingers. “you're the girl he invited? that makes so much sense, actually. yeah, he’s out back- toking up, probably,” he explained, gesturing towards a door you would’ve never noticed. “out there and down the stairs. need an escort?”

you almost denied his advances but spotted an old fling loitering by the hidden door. giving danny a tight smile, you drained the rest of your drink and held up a finger. “one sec! stay here.”

butterflies flooded every inch of your being as you stumbled over to the makeshift bar, pouting a variety of liquors into your cup. you were going to see ethan outside of class. on his turf. something about it shook you to your core, but you couldn’t quite figure out why. 

sure, ethan was hot- that was obvious. but he’d been flirty, too. were the two of you a thing? if you weren’t, why had he been talking to danny about 'the girl he was inviting’? clearly, ethan had been talking about you, you just weren't sure of the context. you tried to swallow all these fears as you topped off your cup with lemonade, taking a small sip. trying not to spit it out, you added more juice; you’d made the strongest mixture you could think of, and it tasted like some sort of poison. that didn’t stop you from taking another small sip, then a bigger one. you needed the buzz.

“okay! let's go.”

danny led you out the door and down the stairs with no issue, and you quickly realized how tipsy you were - the stairs seemed to bob and warp under your feet, and you grabbed onto the handrail with a death grip. he noticed this easily, laughing a bit. “are you good?”

“great. it's the heels and alcohol- they don't mix well.” you laughed at yourself, regretting the chunky, heeled boots you’d thrown on.

“you can ditch them, if you want. we’re going out onto a deck, so you won't be in grass or anything,” danny explained, pointing to a pile of shoes by the door you were about to exit. you weren't going to argue with that, thankful that you’d chosen cute socks as you wrestled the footwear off and tossed it onto the pile. your stomach flipped as danny opened the door, cool night air biting into your warm skin, waking you up a bit. the sourish-sweet scent of marijuana flooded the small stairwell, and danny chuckled. “told you he was smoking.”

nothing could’ve prepared you for the way you felt watching ethan take a long drag off of some sort of pen, letting the vapor pour from his lips in pale blue plumes. something about the easy way the smoke seemed to float from his mouth went straight to your center, and you dug your nails into your palms, trying to get yourself under control. ethan finally realized that more people had joined the small crowd on the bench, and his heavy-lidded eyes seemed to light up as they roamed all over you lazily. this only furthered the sensation between your legs, the coils starting to tighten in your lower stomach. 

what the hell?

“y/n, you made it,” ethan said, a smile taking over his face. he quickly hopped down from where he’d been sitting on the guardrail and made his way over, wrapping an arm dangerously low around your waist. he hugged you tightly, making your heartbeat stutter as you squeezed him back.

you mumbled a ‘hello’ into his neck as ethan let his touch linger, your body held tightly to his. someone cleared their throat, conversation starting back up, and ethan reluctantly pulled away, dropping his eyes to yours. he kept a hand on the small of your back, sending electricity running up and down your spine. “having fun?”

you could barely talk as you forced yourself to respond. “yeah, lots. you’re a hard person to find.”

ethan grinned again, letting his head fall back as he laughed. “my bad. i thought you would text me when you got here. found someone to take care of you , though?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow. the facial expression did absolutely nothing for the situation building up under your skirt- only worsening your want for the tall boy in front of you. 

“who?”

ethan smirked, dropping his lips to your ear. “that's what i like to hear. you look pretty, y/n.”

the way he said your name practically undid you, ripping your self-control apart at the already weakened seams. you let a hand wander up and down one of ethan’s sculpted arms, outlining the planes of muscle through his hoodie as you crossed your legs; sure, it was the ladylike thing to do, but you were desperately looking for some sort of friction, anything to lessen the need for him.

“thank you.”

ethan nodded, the hand that had been perched on your back sliding over your hip before finding your hand. he laced his fingers into yours, and you were shocked at how forward he was being. the two of you had flirted heavily- and okay, maybe you’d sent some suggestive pictures back and forth- but ethan seemed to be claiming you as he led you over to the round table where all his friends were sat. again, you carved half-moons into your palms with your nails as you added up all the chairs- there wasn’t enough. you began to let go of ethan’s hand, ready to boost yourself onto the railing, but he gave your fingers a gentle squeeze. you watched as ethan settled into the overstuffed outdoor chair, gesturing at his lap.

fuck.

you took a brief moment to admire the mess you’d gotten yourself into before you gingerly sat on ethan’s lap, trying to make yourself as small and weightless as humanly possible. that didn’t last long, though. ethan circled an arm over your hips, pulling you onto his lap firmly. you couldn’t breathe as you settled into him, crossing your legs tightly. your lower body was tucked away, hidden under the table, but still. you tucked a small portion of fabric between your thighs, ensuring nothing would slip. 

you didn’t say much as ethan continued to conversate with his friends, passing the silvery, skinny device around the table. 

soon, the talk turned from school and classes to typical, stuttering stoner laughing; everyone besides ethan and danny seemed to be a complete lightweight, gone after one hit of the cartridge. however, both the boys were on at least their fourth hit and still seemed relatively composed. they’d started to talk about some sort of economic study, and you’d quickly grown bored and confused. after sitting through 10 more minutes of the terminology you didn't understand, you began to wiggle around on ethan’s lap, loosening his grip on you. 

at the same moment, you and ethan both shifted in just the right way, causing one of his legs to end up between both of yours just as your hips rolled forward. delicious friction flooded your system, and you bit down hard on your lower lip, trying to stifle a moan. you fought with everything in you not to rock your body again, sensation overwhelming your impulse control. before you could do anything, one of ethan’s large hands found your hips, squeezing just enough to leave fingerprint-shaped marks on your skin. ethan knew what he’d done- you could hear the satisfaction threaded through his voice.

“you okay? what d’you need?”

you tried to steady your voice, painfully conscious of the people around you. while most of ethan’s friends were high enough that they wouldn’t notice, you knew that danny would pick up on any changes in your demeanor. you swallowed hard before answering him.

“i'm gonna go get another drink.” another gentle squeeze practically lit your skin on fire, and ethan held the pen up to you. 

“wanna try this instead?”

you weren’t going to lie- you’d been a bit jealous of the boys, not even thinking of passing the device to you. with shaky hands, you reached to accept the cartridge, but ethan had different plans. a sinful look found its way into his slitted eyes as ethan held the pen up to your lips. “go ahead.”

you could’ve passed out from the command, the look, the way that he’d started to bounce his leg. it was as if he was trying to break you- like he wanted you to give him some sort of sign that you wanted him. you did, more than anything. desire seemed to curl its way into every inch, every cell of your body, its spurs digging into your skin. 

you met ethan’s eyes deliberately as you accepted the cold metal into your mouth, inhaling deeply. you took immense pleasure in the look that crossed ethans face as you pulled away with lungs full of the hazy drug. you held your breath for as long as possible before letting the vapor drift from your lips, just as ethan and done earlier. you watched his adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard, his eyes snapping off of yours and over to danny.

“i’m gonna take y/n to get a drink. watch them, will you?” he asked, gesturing to the rest of his friends. danny just nodded, mumbling a low ‘have fun’ as ethan practically lifted you off of his lap. adrenaline coursed through each and every one of your veins and ethan laced his fingers through yours, leading you inside. 

ethan barely let the door shut before his hands were on your hips, pinning you to the wall of the small stairwell. his lips met yours roughly, and you couldn’t hold back the whimper that had been building in your throat for the past hour. you felt ethan smirk at the soft noise before he bit at your lower lip, dragging the soft flesh between his teeth. again, you let out a whine full of pleasure- he just felt so good. you let your arms circle ethans neck, one of your hands knotting in his dark hair. you pulled at the roots gently as ethan’s tongue rolled against yours, your body entirely succumbing to him.

he forced himself to pull off of your body, and you let out a small whine; you’d been waiting on this. ethan smirked, his laugh coming out dark and much raspier than usual. “don’t worry doll, i'm not done with you yet. just can't have you here.”

the words went right through you, only adding to the ache between your thighs. ethan took your hand with a profound gentleness, and dropped a soft kiss on your forehead. “before this even starts, are you sure?” 

you nodded eagerly, getting up on your tiptoes to recapture his lips, but ethan pulled back. you furrowed your eyebrows at the tall boy, confused- until he brought a hand up to your face, holding your jaw. ethan tilted your head up, forcing you to meet his eyes. “i need words, baby. are you positive? i can-”

“so sure. i promise.” you nodded at him, your eyes never leaving his. “i want you.”

ethan swore under his breath and kissed you hard before leading you up the stairs. you started to feel the effects of the drug as ethan took you from kitchen to living room, up some stairs… you lost track of all the places you’d been, allowing the weed to cloud everything in a gauzy veil. you felt good; light and somehow heavy at the same time, and you enjoyed the way that everything seemed to slow down. finally, ethan opened a door and pulled you in behind him. you realised where you were- his room. it smelled like ethan, like citrus and musk and something you could only describe as boy. 

you let out a small giggle as ethan reached for a remote, colored lights dousing the room in a sultry red glow. “setting the mood?”

quickly, you were shut up in the best possible way. ethan kissed your roughly, all teeth and tongue and hands everywhere as he backed you against one of his walls. you let yourself get lost in him, basking in the warmth of your hunger for him. one of ethan’s cold hands made its way under your shirt, the other holding your jaw in place as he bit into your bottom lip once again, making you whine. 

“feel good?” ethan asked, breathlessly. you could hear the smirk in his voice, but you couldn’t help the way your back arched at the simple question. your nails dug into his shoulder as ethan slid his thumb under the band of your bra, and he let out a rough moan, managing to undo the clasp with one hand. ethan pulled away from you long enough to rid you of your shirt, discarding your bra on the floor as well while you practically ripped his hoodie off, desperate to feel his skin against your own. he clearly wanted the same, judging by the way he wrapped an arm around your back, pulling you flesh against his chest. 

ethan managed to capture both of your wrists in one of his hands, pinning them above your head. you were unfamiliar with the feeling of being restrained, but the sensation seemed to send your heart thrumming even faster. he kissed you until your lips were sore and your knees were weak before finally dropping his forehead to yours. ethan took his chance, letting his eyes roam all over you and you watched his pupils grow larger until his eyes were practically black. “jesus fuck, y/n. you’re beautiful.”

your voice came out high and breathy as you responded. “ ‘could say the same about you.” you were practically panting, your body no longer responding to your mind as your back arched. ethan let out a hard breath. 

“do you know what you do to me?”

your eyes fluttered shut as ethan’s lips met the sensitive skin of your neck, his tongue exploring the delicate flesh. he quickly found your weak spot and focused his attention there; he let his teeth gently sink into your skin, making you gasp before using his soft tongue to soothe the spot. he repeated this process all over your neck, sucking on your flesh when he found a sweet spot. you knew that you’d be covered in purple-blue bruises, but you’d wear them proudly- that was ethan’s motivation for marking you up.

ethan trailed soft, wet kisses all the way down your neck to your collarbones, groaning at the way you pushed your chest toward him. he hesitated, but started kissing back up your neck, your jaw, back up to your lips. he released his grip on your wrist and you quickly cupped his face in your hands, kissing him with everything in you. you wanted the boy to feel the way you wanted him, and you knew he could as his lips seemed to slow, the kisses getting deeper and deeper. you lost yourself completely in ethan, unsure of where he started and you ended. you could feel his heartbeat against your own, the two thumping rapidly, almost erratic.

the two of you stayed pressed up against each other, your back firmly against the wall for a while, until ethan finally pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “bed?”

you nodded eagerly, wanting the boy all over you. the two of you stumbled, half kissing over to the mattress, falling together. ethan quickly situated himself on top of your body, caging you in between his arms. he began kissing down your body at a torturously slow pace, tracing the dark marks he’d already left with his soft tongue, driving you insane. ethan took his time working down to your breasts, finally taking one of your sensitive nubs into his mouth. you let out an almost guttural moan at the sensation, pleasure overwhelming your senses. ethan hummed at your reaction, only intensifying the feeling. you tangled a hand in his hair, the other digging into his back, leaving long, red scratches on his pale skin. 

ethan swirled his tongue around your bud, taking extreme pride in the way you let your head fall back against the mattress, moans of his name spilling from your lips. he tucked an arm under the arch of your back, pulling your body even closer to him- he didn’t want any space dividing the two of you. ethan pulled off of your puffy nipple with a soft moan, wasting no time in kissing over your chest, pulling the other into his mouth. he covered your chest in dark, deep bruises, admiring his work under the sensual glow of the red lights. “so pretty..”

you couldn’t form full sentences to respond with, just broken moans and pleads and tugs on his hair. ethan found it endearing, the way you wanted him so badly. he couldn’t help but give you what you needed.

he kisses hastily down your body leaving small lovebites here and there on your ribs, your stomach. ethan hooked his thumbs in the waistband of your skirt and pressed a kiss to the exposed skin right above the fabric. “this okay?”

“yes, i- please,” you pleaded, lifting your hips to make it easier. ethan got rid of the piece of clothing, discarding it on his bedroom floor, quickly followed by your panties. he let out a throaty moan, his eyes working over you lazily, like he had all the time in the world. he admired your body until you wriggled underneath him, needing some sort of stimulation. 

“what do you want, baby?”

“you,” you whined, desperation weaving through your voice. ethan pressed gentle, warm kisses on your hip bones, fighting a laugh. 

“i know that. what specifically?”

“fuck, ethan. anything, just touch me. please.”

“okay, okay. and you're positive this is alright?”

“yes. i’m so sure. i swe-” your words died in the back of your throat as ethan pressed his thumb to your clit, rubbing small, soft circles. “holy fuck.”

“already so worked up,” ethan mumbled, pressing kisses to your inner thighs. “this because of me?”

you were taken aback by the way your high seemed to multiply the pleasure by tens of thousands- ethan was barely touching you and you could feel your high approaching quickly. you couldn’t find the words to answer him as ethan shifted between your legs, giving himself a better view of your sex. “does that feel okay?”

a stream of swears left your lips as ethan quickened his pace, hooking one of your legs over his shoulder. “so fucking good, just like that.” the knots in your stomach continued to tighten as you balled the sheets in your fist, tugging at his hair with the other hand.

ethan pressed a kiss dangerously low on your hip, looking up at you. “can i?”

your hips bucked at the tone of his voice, and you nodded vigorously. ethan kept his eyes on yours as he ran his tongue through your folds, lapping your arousal up. he couldn’t help but groan at the taste of you, the way you pulled at his hair, putting his mouth where you wanted it before letting your head fall back onto his bed. ethan started to suck at your sensitive bud, rolling his tongue over the bundle of nerves and you knew you wouldn’t last much longer.

“i- fuck- i’m close.”

he hummed, the vibrations sending you over the edge. your eyes rolled back into your head while you tugged at his hair, your orgasm completely undoing you- the high only added to the sensation, making it that much better. your hips bucked under the skillful work of his soft tongue as ethan let you ride out your high on his face. 

ethan dropped a gentle kiss on your clit before peppering your entire body with them, giggling at the way you squealed. he finally attached his lips to your neck, your jaw, back to your lips. you kissed him hard, tasting yourself off of him. finally, when your exhaustion won out you pulled away, running your hands through ethan’s fluffy hair. 

“how was that?”

you propped yourself up on your elbows, pecking ethan’s lips. “so, so good,” you mewled between heavy breaths. ethan bit down on his lower lip and smiled, pride filling his system. 

“god, you look good moaning my name. you're beautiful, you know,” he said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. ethan looked at you with a tenderness in his eyes, placing another kiss on your lips. “think you can go again?”

ethan started trailing down your body again, not waiting for an answer. he was laser focused on pleasuring you, making you whine and whimper for him- only for him. before he could get far, though, you were grabbing at his arm and shaking your head. he flushed, peeling away from you while starting to profusely apologize, but you pressed a finger to his lips. 

“want you. inside of me,” you explained between pants, still exhausted from the first round of stimulation. ethan threw his head back, swearing. 

“jesus christ, y/n. need me that bad, baby?”

his choice of words drowned you in desire, and you were all his. “yes. please, ethan?”

he wanted to fuck you until all you could do was moan his name just like that, over and over again. before you could process what was happening ethan had his hands all over you, roaming your body as he practically drooled at the sight before him: your already fucked out body, the sweet look painting your face, begging for him. ethan could barely control himself, his words coming out as rough murmurs.

“protection? i mean, i have it.”

you bit at your lip, hard. you were on birth control, and you wanted him- all of him.

shaking your head, you explained. “birth control. we’ll be fine, if you’re comfortable.”

you jumped as ethan moved a finger to your entrance, dipping into your sex. he groaned at the way you clenched around the appendage, his cock jumping in his boxers. “want my cum inside you?”

“yes- fuck, ethan, please,” you begged, reduced to nothing. all you wanted; all you needed was him inside you, ruining your body until you couldn’t take anymore pleasure. 

“so tight,” he mumbled, lining another finger up. you bucked your hips, the sensitivity almost too much as he stretched you out, watching the way your face contorted under his influence. ethan placed a large hand low on your abdomen, applying light pressure. “if you can’t take this, you won’t be able to take me.”

you nodded, pace almost desperate for him to continue. “feels good baby. so good.”

you took note of the pleased expression that stretched over ethan’s face as you praised the boy- you were just telling the truth, but clearly he liked to hear what a good job he was doing. ethan brought his thumb up to your clit, rubbing tight circles on the bundle of nerves and you grabbed at his wrist, nails digging into skin. 

“gonna make me cum again,” you warned, but ethan only smiled at you, nodding almost condescendingly.

“wanna finish on my fingers, pretty girl?”

you wanted to say no, wait to come undone around him, but his movements felt too good. you dug your nails into his arm even harder, your other hand clawing into ethan’s soft sheets as the knots in your stomach came undone, your walls contracting around his fingers tight enough to make him moan. 

ethan let his pace slow, extending your orgasm as you practically rode his hand, crying out in absolute euphoria as he increased pressure on your clit.  unable to form words, you released your grasp on the boy’s arm, bringing your hand up to his face instead. you pulled ethan’s lips down to meet yours, whining at the feeling of his clothed cock grinding against your center.

ethan couldn’t take it anymore, quickly ridding himself of the soft sweatpants. you watched as his manhood sprung up, hitting his abdomen; the sight in and of itself enough to make you let out another bliss-filled noise. ethan let his eyes fall to yours as he stroked himself, shuddering at the heavenly friction. again, his voice came out low as he lined himself up with you.

“sure?”

far beyond words, you nodded and laced your fingers through his. 

ethan returned your grasp with a sweet squeeze, gliding the tip of his cock through your folds- coating himself in your arousal. the two of you moaned in sync; a sweet, satisfied sort of harmony. finally, ethan pushed into you slowly, gasping at the feeling. you couldn’t help the way your eyes rolled back into your head, the feeling of him inside you almost too much. 

“you okay?”

“so good,” you breathed, trying not to yelp at the feeling spreading through your lower body. ethan was well endowed- the biggest you’d ever taken- and it was an addictive sort of pain. he moved slowly, stopping a few times; allowing you to adjust around his length. when he’d bottomed out, ethan let his head fall back, groans escaping his throat.

“so fucking tiny,” he gasped, a groan cutting his statement off. “feel so good around me, gorgeous.”

you nodded at him, trying your best to meet ethan’s eyes as you praised the boy. “so fucking big- you feel so good,” you whined, your hips bucking. “want you so bad.”

a breathless laugh escaped ethan’s lungs as he maneuvered a hand behind one of your thighs, lifting your leg to hook over his shoulder. he pushed even deeper into you and black spots began to crowd the sides of your vision, the pleasure overwhelming. slowly, ethan started to pull out of you, eliciting filthy words and moans from you before he slid his length back in. 

“fucking hell, y/n. so tight,” he said, voice tipping up into a whimper at the end. he quickened his pace, the noise of sleeping skin filling the room. you could barely contain yourself, no longer fighting the stream of murmurs and swears leaving your lips as ethan continued to pump in and out of you. your next orgasm was already building, the coils tightening rapidly in your lower belly.

ethan let his hand wander down to your sensitive bud, almost coming undone at the sight of your eyes fluttering shut. you traced up his forearm, scraping at his sweet skin before knotting your fingers in his hair, tugging at the roots. 

“eyes open, baby. look at me.”

you could’ve cum then and there, the instructions only turning you on further. you forced your eyes open, meeting his as ethan sped up again. an almost animalistic noise left your throat as ethan thrusted into you roughly- you weren’t going to be able to hang on much longer. ethan felt the way your walls were clenching around him, fluttering and tightening as he increased his speed on your clit.

“close?” he asked, unable to say much more than that. your grip around him was euphoric- he was closer than he’d like to be. it hadn’t been more than 20 minutes, but with the way you were pulling at his head, almost crying in completely bliss, ethan wanted to fill you to the brim with his cum then fuck it into your sensitive pussy, overstimulating the sweet flesh.

you nodded, humming a small “mhm,” as you looked at him with wide eyes. ethan paused for a moment, shifting your leg up even higher onto his shoulder before plunging back into you. you felt the head of his cock hit a new, even more delicious spot and you became almost delirious. looking at him with furrowed eyebrows, you felt a tear crawl down your cheek.

“gonna cum, ethan-”

“fuck- me too. let go, baby.”

your entire body seemed to shake and shudder under the force of your orgasm- it hit you like a fucking train. you felt ethan’s thrusts get sloppier as he buried himself inside you, his head dropping to the crook of your neck. he whimpered as he shot his cum deep into your pussy, the sensation all consuming. the two of you stayed like that for a while- riding out your highs with each other, rough moans turned to honey-sweet mewls. 

as your heart rate started to come down, you peppered the boy's face with soft, careless kisses: ones that he gladly returned. ethan finally found your lips, pressing tender, long kisses to the swollen skin. 

“you’re a fucking god,” you murmured, stressing the word as ethan’s face flushed even hotter than it already had been.

“that,” he huffed, breathing still hard and uneven, “would be you.”

you giggled at the statement, your voice hitching as ethan slowly pulled out of you. you could feel a mixture of him and you spill out, the substance flowing over your things as ethan kissed down your body, taking in the sight between your legs. 

“so pretty, baby,” he whispered, sinking a long finger into your pussy. your whole body spasmed at the feeling, completely overstimulated. ethan pulled out of you softly, watching the way his cum seemed to spill out of you endlessly. he placed small, delicate kisses to the marks he’d left covering your thighs, admiring his work. “can i keep you here for the night?” he asked, eyes turning affectionate.

you nodded at the boy as he came back up to meet your lips, then your forehead. as you settled onto his chest, drawing lazy patterns on his skin, ethan's voice seemed to return to normal.

“such a good girl.”

[blossom-hwa]

hii for the drabble game can you pls do hongjoong + fantasy adventure, no angst. thank you !

thank you for your request, anon :)

4 year anniversary drabble game: send me a Stray Kids/The Boyz/Golden Child/Ateez member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

I originally had an angsty idea about Peter Pan hongjoong ready for this, but then I saw the ‘no angst’ and was like. well. fuck. So I came up with this scene in the same au, but no angst! Hope you like it :)

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Title: One Day At a Time

Pairing: Hongjoong x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 946

Triggers: none

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Your legs burn. Your chest aches. Every part of your body screams for you to stop, to stop running, to just fall on the ground where you are and lie there for the rest of time, irregardless of whether or not the pirates actually find you in these forested woods. They probably won’t. Probably. 

Right?

But Hongjoong’s hand in yours keeps dragging you forward, stumbling over fallen branches and fluttering leaves no matter how your lungs protest. He doesn’t even look like he’s broken a sweat - totally unfair, but you don't have the breath or the time to say something about it because when it finally occurs to you to talk, a log seems to materialize out of nowhere and you trip and fall with a crash that drags your hand out of Hongjoong’s. 

“Y/N!”

“’M fine,” you wheeze, even though your chest feels like it’s on fire. “Swear on it and all. I’m fine.”

“Well, at least you picked the right time to fall.” The small, crooked grin Hongjoong has shown you several times now makes a brief appearance as he gestures to the scenery in front of you. Said smile keeps the urge to smack him at bay - he smiles little enough that you’ll take it without question when he does. “We’re here.”

You blink the sweat out of your eyes once, twice. Your vision clears. And -

You see it. A blue lake, so blue it almost looks like paint squeezed from a bottle but clear, lovely, and so inviting to your sweaty body and the wound in your side that has probably opened again. The sight rejuvenates you just enough to stand again, pressing a hand to your side, but before you jump in, something comes to mind and you hesitate. “Are there mermaids?”

Hongjoong frowns. “I don’t think so,” he says. “I guess they could be, but as far as I know, they like to stay away from the forested area. They prefer the lagoon.”

That’s all the invitation you need to stumble forward the last few steps and sink yourself into the blissfully cool water. 

Heaven. This has to be the closest that you’ve ever come to reaching ultimate peace, what with the water soothing the aches and burns all over your body, washing the sweat from your skin. Never mind that you were just being chased by pirates a few minutes ago. Never mind that you have a mission to complete. Never mind that none of this is actually real, just a dream that Hongjoong’s managed to trap himself in, and you’re the one tasked with bringing him out...

Suddenly, the water doesn’t feel so blissful anymore. 

You stand up in the shallow depths, shaking water off of your skin. Ignore that. Focus on the present. “Aren’t you coming in?”

Hongjoong blinks. “Me?”

“Who else?” You roll your eyes. “Are you coming or not?”

He hesitates. You watch him rake vigilant eyes over the water, scouring it for any sign of danger - you probably should’ve done that before you hopped in, but oh well - and then he hesitates some more. 

“Loser,” you call, floating on your back. “Just get in!”

Out of the corner of your vision, you see Hongjoong’s eyes narrow. He steps forward. 

And then you’re sinking under the weight of his body thrown over you, playfully pushing you into the water. 

You come up, choking, even more soaked than you were before. It takes a moment to blink all of the water out of your eyes, but as it turns out, you don’t need to see anything in order to hear the sound of Hongjoong’s laughter. 

Laughter. Real laughter. Not the sardonic snorts, not the sarcastic giggles - this is real, full-body laughter that has him bending over, wet hair dripping into his eyes, eyes squeezed shut as he laughs, laughs, laughs - “Who’s the loser now?” he gasps between snorts -

You shove him over, and this time it’s your turn to laugh as he comes back up, sputtering. “Still you,” you reply, moving a safe distance away. 

His eyes narrow again. So do yours. 

And just as a wave of water splashes from your hands toward him, a second wave crashes over you. Screams of surprise and laughter ripple through the trees and in that moment - in that moment - 

You could swear you’ve never felt happier.

Later, as the sun begins to set and the sky turns pink, you’ll air your wet body out on the grassy bank next to Hongjoong, both of you still breathing heavily from fooling around in the water. Staring at the pink sky burning through the tree leaves, your thoughts will turn back to the pirates, to your mission, to this dream, to how you’re going to convince Hongjoong that he needs to let all of this - whatever this even means - go, because it isn’t real. 

But then you’ll turn to him and you’ll see his eyes are closed, fluttered shut like he’s asleep. A tiny, soft smile plays on his lips, the sun bathing his skin, and your breath will catch in your throat at the sight of Hongjoong finally at rest, finally at peace, the way he never did when life was truly real. 

You’ll turn back to the sun, then, watching its pink rays filter through the leaves, turning the blue pond a shimmering mix of color. You’ll take a deep breath. You’ll close your eyes. 

And you’ll tell yourself that for now, just for now, you’ll take things one day at a time. 

If only to preserve this image of peace at your side. 

[the-piece-of-spadille]

Anonymous asked:

“Hiya ! Idk if you’re taking requests still but I was wondering if you’d write for Marco and number 21 of the prompt list (^: if you’re not taking requests rn pls ignore this ! Hope you’re doing well 💕”

Hello! Thank you so much for requesting! Sorry this took a little while to get out. Nevertheless, I hope you like it!

Prompt: “I just feel safe with you, like nothing bad can happen”

It’s been two months since you’d last set foot on the Moby Dick. Since you were last able to be in Marco’s arms, safe and sound where you belong. At first, it was nice getting away by yourself, it wasn’t often you got to spend some time alone. But as time progressed, so did the feeling of longing for your loved one.  

Word was spreading around quickly in the New World about a few new pirates causing trouble on an island that is under Whitebeards protection. The locals had reported that the pirates were stealing, robbing, and threating those who got in their way. Obviously, the problem needed to be taken care of, so Pops sent you out on business to check in on the island and take care of any unwanted pirates.

Once you arrived on the island, the pirates seemed to immediately change their behavior. They left you and the residents alone for the most part after seeing the mark of Whitebeard on your shoulder. You boiled it down to being too fearful of what could happen if they challenged a member of the Whitebeard pirates. Though, after seeing you hang around comfortably for a bit, a few pirates grew bold believing they had a shot at taking down the daughter of Whitebeard.

Honestly, it was more annoying than threatening, so you set the record straight with a few fights here and there. Crushing their dreams before they even had a chance. You sent them fleeing with their tails between their legs. You spent a couple weeks helping the locals recover from the damages and making sure the pirates didn’t return to retaliate with another attack.

It was in that down time when the feeling of being homesick really hit you. You found yourself trying to stay busy, picking up random tasks from the townsfolk to help distract yourself, but there was one thing you couldn’t avoid no matter how much you tried. The long nights alone. The feeling of an empty bed was one you hoped wouldn’t last any longer than it had to. Marco often helped you fall asleep at night, he’d play with your hair, scratch your back, and tell you stories of his younger days on the ship while you rested your head against him as his heart beat lulled you asleep. You missed your birdie dearly.

It was some time around noon when you heard a commotion coming from the sea. Some of the locals started to get wary that an attack would break out. Doing your best to reassure them that everything would be okay, you spotted that dinky boat that belonged to no other  than the infamous Fire Fist, you couldn’t contain your excitement knowing you’d soon be home.

Shortly after you found yourself being brought back on the deck of the Moby Dick. Ace having told you in advance that the crew was going to be throwing a party at your return and he wasn’t kidding. Everyone was on the deck with mugs ready in their hands to welcome you back with. Pops being the first to greet you, asking if everything went smoothly. “Of course it did” you sassed.

Laughing, he pats your shoulder and sends you into the eager crowd of family waiting on you to fill them in on the details of your departure. Marco waits patiently, standing a ways back watching everyone hug you and ask questions while your eyes search the large group of people. You know they all missed you, as did you, so you try to answer all the questions everyone throws at you, but you can’t focus. No matter where you looked, you were simply to short to find the particular man you’ve been missing the most.

Figuring now is a good time to step in and save you, Marco makes his way over. “Oi, Give her some space would you. She’s only just got back” a familiar voice commanded. The men around you apologize and go back to celebrating knowing that the commander wants to spend time with his loved one. Ace, standing behind Marco, mocks the two by making kissing faces then fakes being sick.  

“Marco!” making your way over to the man you with the biggest smile. Already knowing what you’re about to do, he smiles back at you and waits for you to jump into his arms to hold you close to him. Normally, Marco isn’t one for PDA. He’s a private man and knowing that the crew is going to tease him about it later, he opts for keeping it behind closed doors, but he makes an exception this time.

Your arms circle around his neck, burying your face into his jacket while Marco supports your weight. One hand securing your bottom while the other is on your back, pressing you firmly against him. Finally, you’re home.

Looking up into his eyes, you rest one hand against his face, slowly wiping your thumb over his cheek. “I missed you so much” eyes starting to tear up. “I missed you too – yoi” his hand rubbing soothingly against your back. You meet him with a sweet kiss, earning collective awes from the crew.

Pulling away from the kiss, both of your faces are flushed from all the attention. Pops commented something about young love, and that was enough for Marco to whisk you away before anyone else said anything. A loud wolf whistle that can only be done by Thatch, is heard over the crew making you giggle.

Making it into your shared bedroom, Marco lets you down onto the floor. It’s as if all of your emotions from being separated hit you at once. Clutching onto his shirt, you tuck your face back into his chest. It wasn’t easy for Marco either. He was constantly worried that something was going to happen, and he wouldn’t be there to help you.

Marco gently cups your cheek and brings your attention to his face “Everything okay – yoi?” Brushing and loose hairs from your face. Shaking your head, “I Just feel safe with you like nothing bad can happen.”

“Yeah?” he smiles. “Well I like protecting precious baby.” Leaning down, Marco gives you a loving kiss to preview what the rest of the night is going to be like.

[ciderxi]

Jimin- Say my name

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Smut, Cocky Jimin, dirty talk, teasing, unprotected sex, light choking 

Word Count: 1.7K

"I'll make you scream so hard, everyone will know who you belong too"

You scoffed, hands wrapped around his neck as he held you atop the washing machine. "You're so confident, yet last week you couldn't even look me in the eyes"

Positioning the tip of his dick with one hand, he smirked as he looked at your still confident face, knowing damn well it wasn't going to last long. "We'll see how confident you are after." He slammed his hips into your entrance, purposely making sure to bottom out immediately. Loving the look on your face.

It was a tight squeeze, one that had you arching your back and biting your lip to keep quiet. "Jimin-fuck, go slow, I need time to adjust" you winced, immediately losing all the confidence you previously had

"Hm? Did you say something?" You felt his hand slapping your thigh, prompting you to open your eyes, not even noticing that you had shut them in pain. You couldn't help but stare at his soft plump lips. Imagining them placing kisses along your inner thighs, allowing you to relax into him.. "Are you ready for me?" he cooed, gripping your legs from the back of your knees. He pulled out, eyes focused on his dick buried in your soaking entrance. "If you're going to stare I might as well put on a good show, right?" With a snap of his hips, he rammed every inch back inside you.

The force of his thrust shook the washer machine and caused a loud bang, already biting your lip to hold in your moans. But the banging of the machine definitely was not helping your cause. "Jimin" you half yelled, half moaned. "They're going to catch us!"

He hummed, pulling out to prepare for another thrust. "Let them come running inside" Another thrust followed closely with a thud against the wall. "I want them to watch as I turn you into a mess," he leaned in and whispered in your ear, "I bet you would love that, wouldn't you?"

Your eyes widened in shock, permanently biting your lip in anticipation for his slow drawn out thrusts. "Don't you fucking dare"

"I absolutely will ". Each thrust was balls deep and left your legs twitching. You bit your lip harder, determined not to give either of you away. His thumb caught your lip and pulled it free from your teeth. "Don't you dare cover up those beautiful moans of your, now say my fucking name"

You shook your head adamantly against the beautiful picture in front of you. Jimin between your legs, mercilessly thrusting into you, his hips begging you to moan" I will break you, so why don't you just make this easier on yourself"

You clenched your eyes shit, continuing to abuse your bottom lip. You felt his lips brush against the crook of your neck, his tongue drawing along up to your ear. Yet you remained as still as you could, his thrusts coming to a slow

"No? I guess you want them to come watch while you scream my name, digging your nails into by back as they watch, right?" He grinned, having one of his hands travel up your body to your neck. His long, warm fingers closed around your throat, applying just enough pleasure to drive you crazy. Causing you to clench around his pulsing cock. Making him let out a deep moan as his eyes rolled back in pleasure." Fuck Y/n"

He kept one hand on your throat and the other holding your leg open so he could watch himself slip in and out at a brutal pace. The washing machine banged against the wall repeatedly. But you didn't care you were too focused on trying to ignore the waves of pleasure Jimin was forcing upon you. Jimin took it upon himself to keep you quiet, for now. Needing more time before another member came down begging to have a turn with you.

He controlled your desperate moans by squeezing your throat, choking off the sound as his eyes burned into yours. "I control what they get to hear, and right now i want you all to myself"

You felt your stomach begin to churn, causing you to feel like you were going to explode if you didn't take care of it. You desperately reached down to finish yourself off, desperate to reach your high. Jimin grabbed your hand and forced it to your side. "You only get to cum at my hand Y/n"

"Please just let me finish...." You whined as he pulled out inch by inch, wanting you to feel the emptiness he left behind. .

He pulled you off the washing machine and bent you over the machine, briefly admiring your body, ready to take you from behind "If you don't let me cum then i'll leave right now" You pushed back against him, trying to wiggle out of his grip.

He immediately pushed you back against the washing machine, the cold metal causing you to flinch as you feel a familiar harness against your entrance.

He groaned softly at the contact and pressed his hard length against you. "It's too late to back out baby~." His hands gripped your waist and held you in place. I'll be damned if i let you go now" He kicked your legs apart before forcing himself back in. His fingers smoothed over your hair and grabbed a fistful. "Say my name."

He tugged your head back, forcing your back to dip as he snapped his hips. With each thrust, his balls slapped your engorged clit, dragging a loud moan from your lips. "Jimin~"

"Louder baby~ I don't think Jinnie can hear you," Jimin demanded with a swift slap to your ass, causing your thighs to shake under his touch

"Jimin!" you cried out trying to find something to brace yourself against, the washing machine was too slippery from juices left moments ago. Soon enough, he pressed you directly up against it with no cushion, forced to take the full blow of each and every stroke. Your cries were cut off, by your increasing need for air. He let go of your hair and put both hands on the back of the washer machine.

The force of his thrusts increased as the banging against the wall stopped. The only thing you heard was your own moans and screams of pleasure. By this point, your clit was beyond sensitive from stimulation. Your legs were trembling, barely being able to hold yourself up. Your ass becoming sore from his hips slapping against them.

"Are you ready to cum for me Y/n?" He was growing tired but didn't let up. When you failed to answer him, he grabbed one of your legs by the knee, lifted it up to rest on the corner of the washing machine. "All you have to do is scream my name loud enough for everyone to hear~"

You bit down on your lip, cutting off your screams but failing to suppress the moans. He leaned down and pressed his chest to your back, his lips ghosting over your ear and neck before biting down. You squealed in surprise, and let out a bellowing laugh. 

"I'll just fuck you until the whole world knows" He whispered against your ear. He let go and slipped a hand between the washing machine and your hips. It took a second longer than you'd like to admit for you to realize what he was reaching for. When the rough pad of his middle finger grazed your clit, you bucked against his touch with a scream.

"Jimin, please!" You didn't even know what you were begging for. All you knew is that you wanted more. You wanted to cum. You wanted—

His thrusts began to get shorter as he toyed with your clit, swirling his finger around it, occasionally brushing where his dick had you spread open, using your juices to keep it wet. He picked up the pace and his finger mercilessly rotated over your clit. You met his hips at each thrust, screaming out a string of curses as the pit in your stomach grew exponentially bigger. "jI-JI-min! Pl-plea" words being unable to form as you practically begged for release.

"Don't worry baby, I know exactly what you want." He bit your ear and neck then brushed his lips against your cheek. "Are you going to cum for me baby? I want you to scream loud enough for everyone to hear. Don't you want them to listen as I fill you with cum?"

"Y-yes! Jimin! Cum on my back!" you cried out as the pressure snapped and pure bliss washed over you. You wailed as he stood upright, gripped your hips, and fucked you with every bit of energy he could muster. You arched your back, unable to do more than just take it, take the punishment he gave, prolonging your orgasm as he chased his own.

He moaned loudly as his thrusts became sloppier by the second. For a moment, the only thing you could hear was his moans as he painted your walls white with his cum "You're mine" was the last thing he said before slowly pulling out, you shivered as you felt his cum slowly pool out. You looked back at him in disbelief "Jimin! Fuck hurry up and give my my underwear so I can go change before they see me with cum dripping down on my legs" you groaned looking down at the mess he had made.

"I said on my back! what the hell is wrong with you"

You huffed in disbelief, only for your anger to subside as he pinned you against the wall. "New plan princess~ we're going to parade you around the house til everyone sees who you belong to~" you began to protest widely as he dragged you towards the door, and taking a deep breath before swinging it open"NAMJOON! I FUCKED Y-" 6 members all collapsed at the doorway, their ears previously glued to the door.

"We heard"

[rickybowensfever]

Sicktember - Zach has a headache

Another @sicktember post! Today’s story is with my oc’s Kylie and Zach. 

Prompts: 

Blankets

Medicine

Missing Out 

Headache 

Fever

 Zach and Kylie are in the last week of summer before their senior year of high school and want to make every minute count. So, when Zach arrives at Kylie’s family’s End of the Summer BBQ looking flushed and develops a headache, Kylie drops everything to take care of him. 

Zach swings by the kitchen where his sister, Emily is garnishing her avocado toast — a sprinkle of paprika, an egg over easy — before taking the right Instagram photo to share with her friends.

“‘Morning!” Zach croaks, startled by the sound of his voice. Must just be my morning voice he tries to convince himself. 

He grabs a glass from the wooden cabinet nearest to the refrigerator and pours a glass of orange juice for himself before finding a quick breakfast. 

His eyes grow wide when he sees a white plate with four pieces of bacon lying on it. He quickly takes piece by piece until only one remains on the plate. 

 “Zach!!” Emily exclaimed, her eyes raised and face scrunched in annoyance. 

“Those were for Mom!” she explains, holding a hand on her hip. 

“Sorry…” he mutters, “That would’ve been nice to know before, you know” he gestures his hands to the plate of bacon, pouting his lip. 

“Ugh, it’s fine. I can just make more” 

“Sorry, I have to be at Kylie’s soon for their barbeque and I totally woke up late,” he says trying to justify his actions. 

 “Oh, nice! I’m going to try and stop by later with Kara”  she half-smiles. Emily has been seeing a girl named Kara for over a month now since they met at her summer job as a school nurse at a summer day camp. Emily’s first job since she graduated from Med School. 

 Zach touched his Home screen button to reveal the time, 12:48 PM with five unread messages from Kylie probably asking him where he was. 

 “Fuck. I better go” Zach said, panicked. He had been up late watching Netflix aimlessly and his throat was sore. He had tried everything: tea and honey, gargling with salt water, and honey-flavored cough drops. Nothing was curing the aching in his throat. 

Finally, around 2 am, he was able to fall asleep thanks to some NyQuil. 

But, he was deeply regretting his decisions when he woke up at 11:45 am after Kylie told him to get to her house at 12. 

Luckily, the pain in his throat had hindered. Please, don’t do this to me again, he said into his mirror as he pulled on a blue t-shirt and khaki shorts. 

 Zach pulled into the Daniels’ driveway which was beginning to pack up with cars. As he parked his car, Kylie’s brother, Blake ran over to him waving his arms around in excitement. 

Blake was a year younger than Kylie and Zach, playing in a band with some of his high school friends. 

“Yo! You playing tonight?” Zach asked as he got out of the car to greet him with a handshake. 

Blake laughed, “Nah. I got out of that tonight. One of my bandmates is taking their brother to college,” he said. 

Blake escorted Zach to the back gate where their ingrown pool was fenced in and the party was brewing. Kylie waved to her boyfriend the minute she saw him. She wore an ombre purple bikini top with denim shorts and flip-flops, pulling out pool noodles for the kids to play with. 

Zach smiled, walking over to her, greeting her younger cousins. He pulled her in for a kiss on the cheek.

“Do you have any water?” he asked feeling dehydrated. 

Kylie perked up, turning her head toward him. 

“Yeah! Right in the blue cooler”, she mentioned, throwing a couple of pool noodles into the pool at the kids. The kids screamed with excitement, one laying on their stomach and the others blowing water out the trunk of the noodle. Kylie giggled. 

Zach pulled a cold water bottle out of the cooler and sighed out of relief. Suddenly, he felt light-headed and super thirsty. He chugged the water bottle until only drops of water remained. 

“Let’s go inside. My mom still needs help getting everything set up” she mentioned. 

Zach nodded, following her lead. 

Kylie closed the gate over and started heading into the house. 

When they walked into the Daniels’ home, Zach was immediately greeted by her family members. 

“Zach! Nice to see ya,” Uncle Tim said. Zach nodded waving at him. “I’ll be right back, you chat” Kylie whispered in his ear. 

Zach shrugged. “Ready for senior year? Do you have any colleges picked out?” Aunt Michelle (Tim’s wife) asked. 

Zach dreaded this question. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to do. 

“Uh, I’m going to community college, actually,” he said, confidently. 

“Oh,” they said in unison. Zach was so used to hearing the disappointment in their voices when he told any adult he wasn’t going the “traditional” route for college. 

Why was it so bad that he’d rather save money and figure out what he actually wanted to do instead of contributing to being in crippling debt from student loans? His sister had done the same thing and now, she landed a job as a school nurse. When he figured out whatever the hell he wanted to do in life, he would be successful, too. 

“Yeah! Trying to save money” he said smiling at them. This was his cue to walk away. He walked over to the sectional in the living room across from the kitchen where the TV was playing a re-run of a Food Network competition. 

Once the winner was revealed and another episode started, Zach looked around for his girlfriend. The chatter of Kylie’s loud relatives made his head start to hurt and fatigue set in. 

His eyes lit up when he saw a hint of purple and his girlfriend bringing in a folded chair for an elderly woman to sit in. He ran over to Kylie as soon as he saw her. 

 “Hey. Can I go lay down in your room? I have a headache” he said, talking low so no one could hear him. 

“Sure. Do you want some Advil?” she asked, pouting her lip with concern, “You look a little flushed” she mentioned. 

Zach nodded, “Yeah, that’d be great” and jogged up the stairs turning a corner in the hallway to enter her room. 

The noise died down as he closed the door. Now only hints of loud voices were in the distance. Zach grabbed a fuzzy blanket from a wicker basket and lied on top of her dark purple comforter, closing his eyes as his head pounded. 

Then, the door opened. 

Kylie rubbed his back saying, “Hey, I brought some water and Advil” 

Zach opened his eyes and grabbed the two pink tablets from her hand, chasing them with the water. 

“A nap might help? You look exhausted” she said brushing her hand through his soft brown hair. 

He nodded, “Thanks” and curled back into his position. A shiver went through his body. Making Kylie now more concerned. 

“Do you feel okay? Besides the headache?” she asked quietly. 

“Mhmm” Zach mumbled. “Alright, I’ll check in later, or come and get me if you’re feeling better,” she said, closing her door over. 

 Zach woke up an hour later, feeling cold, his throat burning, and his head pounding more than earlier. He groaned. He could just go home and rest, but driving felt impossible. 

He laid in the bed trying to muster up some strength to send Kylie a text. He waited, counted to five in his head, and slowly picked his body up. 

Z: come here pls i need u 

K: coming! 

He threw his phone down and curled back up in his position. Shivering under the one blanket from earlier. 

The door opened and Kylie quietly walked. 

“Hey, everything okay?” she asked, calmly. 

Zach opened his eyes seeing she changed into a Lakewood University shirt - the college she was most eager to attend. 

“Need to go home. Can’t drive” he muttered. 

“Aw, what’s wrong?” she asked, worried.

“Everything,” he said, his voice raspy. “I just need to go” 

Zach groaned. “Babe, you can stay here. I don’t mind. I know you don’t feel well” she offered. 

He was silent. 

Kylie held in a laugh, resting the back of her hand on his forehead. “I think you have a fever,” she said frowning. 

“Why don’t you stay here until you’re feeling a little better? Then, I’ll drive you home” she suggested. “Your sister and your mom are already here, so I don’t think anyone would even be at your house”

“Okay,” he mumbled.

 “Let me get you some medicine and see if you have a fever,” she said, running out to the hallway closet where the Daniel’s stored their medicine. 

Kylie returned to the room with a bottle of Tylenol and a digital thermometer. 

“I’m sorry, but I need you to get up. Please” 

Zach slowly, painfully got up and looked at his girlfriend. 

Kylie frowned at his glassy eyes and pink cheeks. 

“This should help relieve your symptoms for a bit,” she said gesturing to the pink bottle.

Zach just looked at her. He looked exhausted, she thought. 

She poured the liquid into a plastic measuring cup and handed it over to him. Zach took a big gulp of the medicine, wincing from the taste. 

“It’ll make you feel so much better. I promise” she said smiling softly, then grabbing the digital thermometer. 

“Next,” she said holding the thermometer in the air. Zach opened his mouth, letting the instrument rest under his tongue. 

“I’ll get some more blankets while we wait,” she said softly. 

Even though he felt like utter shit, Zach was so grateful for Kylie. She would drop anything for him, even their family’s annual barbeque. Even before they made things official, as just friends, she was still always there for him. 

Beep. Finally, the thermometer beeped as she held two blankets in her arms. 

She placed the blankets on the bed as Zach lied on his back with the blanket she gave him earlier. 

Kylie took the instrument out of her boyfriend’s mouth and read it. “Okay, you probably just have a bad cold. Nothing we can’t fix! And, you have a little fever, but the medicine should help with that ” she explained. 

Zach grabbed the blankets at the end of the bed, ignoring whatever she was saying. 

“Zach? Are you listening to me?” she asked noticing her boyfriend’s extra blanket. 

He placed the blanket on top of the other and sighed out of relief. 

“Sorry, what did you say?” he asked. 

Kylie sighed. “I said, you have a little fever. But I think you just have a bad cold. Nothing we can’t fix” 

Zach nodded, feeling warmth under the blankets. “Sorry. I really was looking forward to today” he muttered. 

“Oh, don’t even worry! We had a great summer, anyway. Now, let’s get you better” she said kissing him on the forehead. 

See more of Zach and Kylie! 

LOVE SICK 

[olderthanthemorning]

south london forever (sirius black) part 1

pairing: sirius black x reader

summary: "and everything i ever did was just another way to scream your name." in which reader remembers adolescence and a certain someone's youthful grin.

wc: 1.6k

warnings: mentions of drinking

a/n: look so i fell off the face of the earth for the past few months but i'm in school and also mentally unwell so that's my excuse. this didn't turn our the way i wanted it to but i feel like that's ok?? not quite as painful as it could've be. (also ik i need to do gold rush pt2 but ive been trying to write it and never like what i write so :/) anyway, feedback is always welcome! also request stuff! characters or songs!! (p.s. i'm obsessed with SOUR by olivia rodrigo rn so pls request songs !!)

the night bus jolted and shook you awake. it was a long journey from hogwarts, but you were finally near your own neighborhood. as you looked around, everything seemed just slightly different. you were suddenly hyper aware of the fact that you would never be in any of these places as a student, or a child, again. the old church that had at least 4 weddings every spring seemed a little faded, the park and playground where you and your mates would drink at night looked much smaller in the light of early summer.

within the playground was a swing set, which hadn't meant much to you until a year ago. after a night of singing way too loud with a group of your friends, the manager of the local pub, david, kicked the lot of you out. after a few playful swears and hand gestures to the man, you promised to be back the next night and headed across the street to sit and sober up before trying to climb back into your bedroom window. the group you were with seemed larger than usual so you linked arms with mary, a fellow witch that lived up the street from you.

"picked up a few stragglers, have we?" you asked. mary was a social butterfly, and when you didn't know someone, you could count on her to know them.

"yes! and even better, they're from school," she was careful not to name hogwarts. one of the only downsides of hanging out with muggles was having to police your conversations. "that one there is james," she said pointing at a boy in a slacks and a button down that looked like it was only tucked in a fraction of what it had been at the beginning of the night. his hair is neatly cut and he wears glasses, although they make him look young, like you can see him growing out of them in while you look at him.

"he looks like he's far from home," you laughed, the boy seemed far to sheltered to have been just thrown out of a gay bar.

"tell me about it," mary snorted, "but no he's here with the other one," she nods at another boy who looks more like the others. he has on jeans and a t-shirt that is just short enough to threaten showing his middle at any moment. his hair is dark and curly but a lot messier than james', like he had been listening to a lot of rolling stones. "he's called sirius. apparently he's staying with james this summer because his parents kicked him out. they're pure bloods, real pricks."

"you'd have to be a knob to call your kid sirius," you snickered, letting go of your friends hand and flopping onto the grass. you looked up and saw the upside-down face of sirius, "just wait until you hear my brother's name."

you feel yourself go pale and cover your face with a hand, "shit. i'm sorry," although embarrassed, you couldn't help but giggle.

he chuckled, "no, it's alright. but i your going to make fun of my name, i should at least know yours." he sat beside you, prompting you to sit up, and frantically brush the grass from your hair. "i'm y/n," you say, sticking out your hand, "and that's mary."

"hi mary," sirius give your friend a knowing smile, which confuses you. "you're both going into seventh year?"

you nodded and he continued talking for a bit. sirius seemed to be engaged in the conversation with you and mary but would look around every so often, like he was expecting something. over the course of a few minutes, he managed to refer to three family members as "dickheads," admit to a prank that had involved a charm on a library door that resulted a tidal wave dowsing whoever tried to open it, and start an argument about how the chudley cannons were so much better than the holyhead harpies. the last of which you disagreed with, hence the argument.

"come on sirius, you're not fighting about quidditch again, are you?" james sat down on mary's other side.

"i like to think of it as educating our new friends. they support the harpies, james. they need all the help they can get."

"no no, harpies are decent. they've got you there." james replied, smiling softly at mary.

"listen, y/n, do you want go on a walk?" sirius suddenly turns to you.

"um..." you're caught off guard by his forwardness, you only just met the guy.

"yeah, come on. just a short walk." he pulled you up to your feet and dragged you away.

you follow him into the middle of the street, illuminated by a dim yellow glow from a light post. "how come i've never met you at school?" he turns around to look at you, walking backwards.

"dunno, not looking hard enough i guess?" you tried to test the waters of flirting, since he tried so hard to get you alone.

"i guess not," he smiled and stuck his hands in his pockets. a silence fell over the two of you as you continued to walk, just around the block.

as you rounded the corner to the opposite side of the park from your friends you decide to speak again, "so do you just really like walks or something? this seems like something you could've done alone." you continue to follow him up to a swing set and sit down in the swing next to the one he had perched in.

"you can be kind of thick, you know?" sirius looked at you as if he had just explained a simple concept to you.

"i'm sorry?" you felt annoyed, like he was mocking you. "look, you're the one that asked to be alone with me and then go on acting like a preteen boy that's never kissed anyone."

"y/n, i wasn't trying to put the moves on you, honest. i know i can go on a walk alone, but it's a little awkward to make out with someone while their best friend's right there, innit?" he pointed across the park to where mary and james were coming up for air from a kiss, giggling.

"oh." a different kind of embarrassment washed over you. "how long has that been happening?"

"james hasn't shut up about her for about a week, but tonight was the first time he's had the guts to actually talk to her."

"right." you had a sudden wish to recall a hex that would allow you to melt into ice lolly goo and seep into the mulch at your feet. you took a chance and glanced at sirius, who was grinning at you. "please don't say anything, my ego is already bruised," you said, dropping your head again.

"i mean, i'm flattered, really," he clutched his heart, dramatically, "but if i was really trying to pull you, we would be long gone by now."

"wow, you know some people find humility endearing."

"not me. how could i be humble with a face like this?" you're unsure if your eyes have ever rolled this much before in your life.

"so your ego has also had enough attention for the evening," you laugh. there is another short silence, much less awkward than the one during your walk.

"it's a star, by the way," it's sirius who breaks it this time. "sirius is a star in canis major," you realize he's referencing to your comment about his name earlier.

"yeah, i know. brightest star in the sky, right?" night lessons in the astronomy tower hadn't prepared you for much, but it was proving helpful now.

"something like that. i agree with you though, it's a little much. my parents are kind of," he paused, "supercilious? that's not the right word. but i'm not sure there is a good word for what my parents are."

"i didn't mean to give you shit about it earlier. i actually like your name," while calling it your favorite name would be a stretch, but you felt like this was the sensitive thing to say. he couldn't change it, after all.

"thanks."

"oy!" james calls to you two. the entire group had gathered and was waving you over.

"well, i guess that's our queue," you stand up and walk back together, making small conversation on the way.

the group had gathered because it was apparently time to call it a night. everyone said their goodbyes and started walking their separate ways. you were now waiting on mary to say goodbye to james, as she was always your buddy to walk home with. once again, you're left with sirius as he waits for james.

"well, it was a pleasure to meet you y/n, i look forward to next time." he said. you rack your brain and try to remember if you had made plans to hangout again. you were drunk but not still drunk enough to have missing memories.

"next time?" you ask.

"i've already bragged about how quickly i could charm you. now i just have to prove it." you hope the light post is dim enough to hid your slight blush.

"well, then i look forward to disproving you." and with that, mary is ready and the two of you link arms once again to walk back towards your homes.

[angelic-jeonghan1004]

ONEWE reacting to you fanning over different groups

Like I said I'm just in the mood for some ONEWE so if you wanna throw ONEWE requests at me I'll love you forever, I also have a ONEWE reacting to you asking them to teach you how to play an instrument, and reaction to getting the silent treatment both will be vv cute and I'm excited to post. Btw before getting to Kanghyun a thing to note both Kanghyun and Kinos real name are Hyunggu !! I chose a random idol then realized I chose my second Hyunggu so that's funny

Pairing: ONEWE x reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Angst if you squint but you'd need a binocular to see it as angst

Gf credits to rightful owner ✨

Yonghoon

Okay so to start this out with none of them would be mad at you liking a different group

It's the swooning over members that takes too much rent in their mind

For Yonghoon it was your absolute heart eyes at Bomin of Golden Child

He felt comfortable in the relationship

Didn't worry about you leaving him for Bomin

But the smile on your face from Bomin videos gives a pang to his heart that he struggles with

He wants to be the one who makes you smile like that :((

He'll get very pouty when you mention Bomin and very needy

Boy will be hugging you and cuddling up to you

He wants you swooning over him not Bomin

Once you picked the pieces together

Ohhh you clowned him

You couldn't believe your perfect boyfriend, your soulmate if you will,, thought Bomin took more thoughts in your mind to make you happy??

You had to prove him wrong immediately, expressing how you smile at him just being in the room with you

You're absolutely captivated by Bomin yes

But you're even more absolutely in love and whipped for Yonghoon that no idol could compare

Equaling to a happy friendly giant boyfriend

Give this big boy all the love period

Harin

A big baby🥺

Legit after seeing how excited you got over SF9 Rowoon boy got so pouty and sad

He loves you enjoy SF9 but seeing you watch Rowoon fancams his heart hurts a little at your squealing over a "Enough" fancam since he can tell your heart flutters

He also feels comfortable in your relationship he knows you won't leave or love him any less

But what is it about Rowoon that has you so intrigued by him? Was it the dancing?

Harin would think about it so much oh Lord he'd try to learn a SF9 dance for you

But SF9 dances are hard so he was struggling but trying his best he even whent to Dongmyeong for help

When you went to drop him off lunch one time you where confused at the fact he wasn't at his drums but in the dance practice room

You saw him trying his best to learn hide and seek by SF9 prompting you to ask him what made him feel the need to do that

Or if there was some sort of promotion you didn't know of

walking up to him holding his hand saying you brought him lunch

In which he'd be putty in your hands out of sheer love and appreciation for you

He'd crack and express his minor insecurity

Your heart would drop

Even though he said it was nothing serious your boyfriend obviously was a little upset or worried if he learned a dance for you

Hugging him quickly you better make sure to give all your attention to him

Since he deserves all the attention he's been deprived of since you decided to rewatch summer breeze 3 times because of Rowoon in the chorus

Kanghyun (Hyunggu)

My boy okay this could get long

Since as we know I love Kanghyun so much

Legit cried over him yesterday bye-

So he noted quickly that you started taking a liking to Pentagon

Especially Kino (who knew you had a thing for hyunggus)

Watching his covers, listening to his solos, focusing on his part in Daisy from how much you swooned from his voice

Kanghyun enjoyed Pentagon too

He realized your interests peak in Kino quickly

He wasn't sure if he was feeling insecure or just really missed your attention

He decided to get to learning the chords of a Pentagon song to play for you

Deciding on a song he decided to be rambunctious and actually sing instead of being purely guitar, wore a cute kigu, did everything he knew would have your heart melting

Taking notes with Yonghoon he had him look over the cover and he gave much approval

Once Kanghyun edited and posted it he then texted you to check out the latest video

Not uncommon for him to do but you where curious

To say jaws where dropped at that,, legit how cute could he get???

When he came home that day you immediately complimented him on his cover

"Does this mean I get to be your favorite Hyunggu?"

"Wait baby where you jealous??"

Immediate silence I tell you that he's go beat red till he'd start laughing

Give this boy the world pls

Dongmyeong

Again also could get long my bias line always spark something in me that makes me write a mile a minute

So this is the only boy I could see actually getting a lil actually jealous

Since he loves your attention

He is a attention loving boy

So when he hears you call Taeyoung of Cravity your sunshine?

Boy aiNT having it at ALL

Thinking you can call someone else sunshine when he's the definition?

Not sitting right with him no sir

The difference with everyone else v him is he will immediately whine

"y/nnnnn I thought you loved meeee"

"I thought I was your sunshine"

"you know who's also sweet and precious? You're wonderful boyfriend it's meee"

Like he's just be going for it

The only way to solve it is giving him all your attention and kissing him till he shuts up

Since boy will be putty

He will be so happy once he got your attention back

In summary make sure you give your sunshine boyfriend much attention and love and don't call other boys sunshine even if they are since Dongmyeong will be jealous

Cya (Giwook)

Cya got you into The Boyz not knowing how much rent they'd take up in your mind

If he'd known before hand wasn't sure if he would show you his best friends song

Not to be rude or anything !! Just the amount you spend time watching videos of them on RTK or After School Club when you could watch movies and cuddle with Cya??

He really wants his regular affection from you but you get so distracted by TBZ videos

Once you started to find Sunwoo cute tho

Boy would not know what is feeling where

But he did not like it

He wants to be called cute too :((

Your conversations are great but it's not like you compliment him randomly calling him cute like you do Sunwoo

Immediately decides you won't be meeting Sunwoo for quite a lil while doesn't know how to decipher his feeling would probably make a rap about it

I don't think he'd post it to his soundcloud but it's be a draft

So when you too where hanging out one day and you where listening to his unreleased and found that

I think he'd forget it was on that file and be immediately embarrassed

Since it's not like he names people

But he does sound jealous

In which you're quickly putting the dots together like

Baby?? Are you jealous??? Over TBZ?? You know you're my best boy and I'm dating you not them right??

And boy is red

He is ready to throw the thumb drive if it didn't have other songs he really liked on it

After talking about it everything would be chill

A kiss or two to make him feel better wouldn't be bad tho-

[ptergwen]

truth serum

a/n: ok ok ok i've had to post this four times now because it won’t show up in tags for some reason? i’m so :/ tumblr pls stop setting me up bruh. but moving on here’s a summary of the original request and i hope ya like

warnings: little bit of cursing here and there

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when tom asked if you‘d be interested in going to a comic con with him, there was only one answer: yes. you‘ll take every chance you get to see him in his element. you’re looking forward to checking out some of the cool exhibits they’ll have — and people. comic con is a safe space for all your nerdiness. so really, both of you will be in your element that day.

the only thing you’re uneasy about is tom’s fans. you have no idea how they’ll react to seeing you by his side for hours on end. paparazzi caught you together once or twice, but you couldn’t tell much from their blurry pictures. that didn’t stop everyone from talking.

you’ve been named his new “mystery girl,” and tom still hasn’t adressed the whole situation. no matter how much he loves his fans, he’s not willing to spill every single detail of his personal life. spending time with his girlfriend doesn’t need some big explanation to please the public.

this is the first time you know for sure that you’ll be seen with him. comic cons are huge, and somebody always has their phone out at these things. you don’t want the fans to end up hating you for being there, or tom for bringing you. the way he sees it, they should just be happy he’s happy. anyone who isn’t never truly cared in the first place.

tom usually arrives early to go over his schedule and any last minute details. this time, he’s sleeping in a few hours extra with you. no one knows better than him that all day events can be draining. he wants you well rested and feeling good for it. since people are already at the venue, you’re using a different entrance to avoid getting mobbed.

“stay close, okay? i’m not sure what it’s like in there yet. might be a few people by the door, or a crowd.” you’re walking hand in hand with tom through the back lot. he feels you tense up next to him at the mention of a crowd. they overwhelm the hell out of you, and you’re suddenly feeling way underprepared for this.

“but we’re going in through the back. how are they gonna know that?” you grip his hand tighter without realizing. tom half smirks at your question and leads you over to the door. “my fans figure everything out... almost everything. you ready?”

shrugging your shoulders, you lean into his side for comfort. “sort of. i’m just getting nervous about being around so many people.” “i know, baby. not gonna lie, it’s pretty scary at first. but i’ll be with you the whole time.” he presses a quick kiss to the side of your head. you do feel better knowing he won’t leave you alone when you get inside.

“just try turning your nerves into excitement. it works for me every time. “i’ll do my best. i guess we can go in for real now.” tom’s thumb brushes over yours reassuringly, looking at you once more for any signs of doubt before he opens the door.

only a couple of fans notice tom is there, so it’s not as hectic as you thought it would be. he waves to them and says hi, a smile lighting up his face. you chew your lip nervously and let him take you to where he needs to be. obviously, you get a few stares. some pointing, some whispering. they’re all things that come with being pressed into tom holland in front of thousands of people.

tom brings you over to the check in area and gives both of your names. a woman with a headset on hands him two ID cards. he thanks her before pulling you aside so you two can have a moment of privacy.

“how is it so far? feeling okay?” his voice is soft unlike the yelling around you, which is nice. tom slips the lanyard with the ID over your head. “i’m getting used to it. i don’t know how you do this almost every day,” you admit, tugging on his own lanyard that he’s holding. he wraps an arm around your shoulders.

“i’ll tell you what, it’s a lot easier when you’re with me,” he mumbles into your ear, using that as a way to subtly leave a kiss to the skin. the little things like that are what will keep you together throughout the day.

a man with a headset and planner comes up to tom. why are so many people wearing headsets? he reads off tom’s plans for today, then ushers the two of you over to do meet and greets once tom has everything down. tom already called and explained that you’d be joining him, so he had it arranged for you to sit with the photographer and watch.

that’s definitely going to get people curious. he doesn’t mind too much, as long as it makes the experience more comfortable for you.

“i’ll be right over here. you’ll tell me if you need anything, yeah?” tom gazes out at the long line of fans waiting to see him, meeting your eyes after. “don’t worry about me. go give your fans some hugs.” you squeeze his hand and smile to let him know you’re okay. he smiles back even bigger before going over to greet the first person they send over.

this set up is way better than what you’d expected. you get a front row seat watching tom do silly faces and poses, and he can check in with you from time to time. there’s the occasional “who is that?” or “is it true that you’re dating her?” question from someone nosy.

tom responds with something along the lines of “that’s y/n. she’s a really lovely girl. she’s super awesome,” followed by a wink only for you to see. you find yourself having to hide your blushing face from all of his antics.

after about two hours, tom gets a break from photo ops. he decides to use the time to do whatever you choose, since you’ve been watching him for a while. you just walk around until there’s an announcement that a hypnotist show is about to start, and anyone can attend. you’ve never seen people be hypnotized in person, and it sounds like it could be fun.

tom lets you pick the seats. you end up towards the front for a closer look. his hand rests on your thigh as soon as you’re both seated, missing being able to touch you all day. you lace your fingers with his and watch as the show starts.

you’re both having a good time, laughing along at all the different segments. the guy hosting it is really entertaining. “now, let’s move onto a part of the show i like to call ‘truth serum.’ it’s simple. i’ll choose a member from the audience and get them to spill their guts for all of you, about anything i ask. who shall it be?” he rubs his chin and looks around the room.

he makes eye contact with people around you. you’re regretting getting seats in the third row. you pray he won’t call you up, but that would be too convenient. “ah!” he claps his hands together, gesturing to you. your mouth runs dry. “thanks for volunteering, come on up!”

you look at tom, silently asking if you should. “go on. i kind of wanna see this,” he wiggles his eyebrows at you devilishly. clenching your jaw, you walk past him and onto the stage. the hypnotist taps a chair for you to sit. you just had to be the lucky person he chose. “can we get a round of applause for...” he holds his microphone down to you.

“y/n,” you say into it, your voice coming out shaky. there are at least two hundred people staring up at you right now. “y/n!” he repeats. “everyone put your hands together for this brave soul.” the audience claps, tom cheering the loudest among them all.

“so, y/n. you seem excited to be up here,” the man jokes. tom watches with amusement as you give an unsure smile at the audience. “is it that obvious?” you get a few laughs. maybe this won’t be the train wreck you’re anticipating.

“extremely. y/n, i want you to look at your right hand for me.” he takes a step back, you doing as he says. “focus on your fingers and how they’re curling towards you. keep focusing. notice how you’re feeling more and more relaxed.”

everything he’s saying is actually happening. wanting to remember this, tom takes out his phone and starts recording. “bring your hand over to your forehead. let yourself feel the skin to skin contact. just like that.” you’re starting to feel sleepier. “and close your eyes.” the hypnotist snaps, and there’s silence throughout the auditorium. “you’re in a deep sleep. well done.”

you’re completely passed out with your head hanging low. everyone claps again, gasping and chatting to each other. tom is one of the gaspers. “y/n, you just guzzled a whole can of truth serum. you’re an open book. you love to share. when i snap again, you’ll wake up and answer whatever i ask you. truthfully,” the hypnotist tells you.

he waits a moment, then snaps his fingers. your head immediately snaps up. more gasps. tom puts his hand over his mouth, muffling his laughter at whatever you’re about to say.

“good morning, y/n. how are you doing?” “stiff. my neck hurts a lot for some reason,” you answer honestly, rubbing the back of it. the hypnotist has a smug grin on his face. “very good. we’re going to start off with some basic questions to see where you’re at. they mirror the five senses. y/n, what’s your favorite thing to hear?”

“my boyfriend’s voice. oh my god, and he has the cutest hiccup laugh,” you clasp your hands under your chin. tom is glad his phone is hiding his face so no one can see his cheeks turning pink. “hiccup laugh?” the hypnotist makes a face. “it gets stuck in his throat sometimes. it’s actually so cute.”

“what about your favorite smell?” “oh, that’s an easy one. sandalwood.” you casually reveal to the audience. “tell us why you like sandalwood so much, y/n,” the hypnotist prompts you. “it’s the scent of shampoo my boyfriend uses.” tom practically melts when he catches on. all your favorite things so far are related to him.

“i think we should skip ahead and talk about that boyfriend of yours. you seem to really love him, huh?” “more than anything. if you were planning to ask about anything else that’s my favorite, i’d say him.” there’s a big “awwww” from the whole audience, tom included.

“isn’t that sweet? where is your boyfriend right now, y/n? i’m sure he’d want to hear this.” “he just did, he’s in the audience.” you tell the hypnotist as if he should already know. tom’s lovestruck smile fades away. he hopes the hypnotist realizes it’s too personal to make you keep talking about something like this.

you have no control over what you’re saying, and it’s not going to end well. “why don’t you point him out for us so we can give him a big round of applause?” scanning around for tom with bright eyes, you get out of your seat. you point at him. “he’s right there.”

the whole audience turns to look at who you’re pointing to. tom lowers his phone, his mouth open in shock. everyone starts shouting as soon as they notice it’s tom. you’re confused over what the big deal is, since you’re still not fully yourself. the hypnotist realizes the mess he just caused, quickly sitting you down again to bring you out of it.

“y/n, i’m going to snap again. when you wake up this time, all the truth serum will be out of your system,” he says just to you over the noise, tom sinking down in his seat to avoid questions. the man snaps his fingers. there’s silence like the first time, everyone waiting to see what you’ll say.

you have no memory of anything that happened a few seconds ago. all the eyes on you are freaking you out. “wh- what did i say?” you ask him, biting down hard on your lip. his eyes dart over to tom. he speaks to you without the microphone. “you told the audience about your boyfriend.” it takes a second for you to register what he said. then you see tom down low in his chair, and you’re humiliated.

for yourself, but mostly him. you can’t believe you exposed your relationship in front of all these people. you run off the stage and out of the auditoruim, too embarrassed to say anything else. tom doesn’t hesitate to chase after you.

you’re breathing hard and fast, stopping somewhere there aren’t too many people around. your mind is racing while you try to figure out what’s going to happen next. someone puts a hand on your shoulder. it’s tom. he turns you around to face him.

“fuck, i- i’m so sorry. i don’t know what was going through my head, i shouldn’t have talked about any of that stuff. this is gonna be a nightmare for you,” you spit out all at once. tom only pulls you to his chest. he rubs circles around your back, trying to calm you down.

“it’s not your fault, angel. you didn’t have a choice about saying those things. you know that, right?” huffing, you hide your face in tom’s chest. “but still. i exposed us and i exposed you and now everyone knows something you didn’t want them to. you should hate me right now.” his lips press into a deep frown at what you’re saying. he rests his chin on your head and sighs.

“baby, i’m not mad. the only reason i wanted us to be a secret was for you.” you look up at him hesitantly, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. “so i didn’t destroy your whole career in two seconds?” “of course not. there have been way worse things i’ve had to deal with than publicly dating my really lovely, super awesome girlfriend. this won’t be easy, but i promise we’ll get through it together.”

you cheer up a bit hearing him repeat his words from earlier, nodding as you let yourself process everything.

“do you think anyone got me on video? or will they just post about what i said and everyone will believe them?” “i personally recorded the whole thing. not sure about the rest of the audience though,” tom proudly admits to you, making you groan into his chest. “great. that means we should probably say something before the twisted versions of the story come out,” you reason.

he considers it for a moment, and you can see when a lightbulb go off in his head. “what if i officially introduce you to some fans at my next round of photo ops? tell them about us, see how it goes. then we can decide what our next move is.”

it’s a huge relief that he’s taking this slow and giving you a say on how to go public. feeling brave, you peck his lips as a thank you. he’s surprised at first, but kisses back. he can finally see why those annoying pda couples exist. his arm takes its place around your shoulders again, yours going around his waist this time.

“let’s go share our not so secret relationship with the world.”

[naturallytom]

Before You Go (Spencer Reid x reader)

a/n: this is for @dontshootmespence​‘s 8k writing challenge!! i haven’t written for spencer in a hot second so i hope you guys like it!! 

warnings (pls pay attention to these): heavy implications of suicide and struggling with mental illness, death, grieving, angst 

if you or anyone you know is struggling with suicidal thoughts, i encourage you to call the national suicide prevention hotline at 1-800-273-8255. please never forget that all of you are so so loved and my inbox and messages are always open if you need a friend or some encouragement💗

prompt: grief + before you go by lewis capaldi 

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I fell by the wayside like everyone else I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, but I was just kidding myself Spencer watched nearly emotionlessly as the casket was lowered into the ground. The casket that held you. His best friend. He stood there for hours that seemed to drag on for days. He stood there until the last person left the service, leaving him alone. It was then that he allowed himself to fall to his knees, hot tears streaming down his face. Anger filled his veins and suddenly all he could think was “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.” Who was he kidding? Of course he didn’t hate you. He loved you. You were his best friend. He couldn’t hate you if he tried. But he was still angry. He was angry that you left. He was angry that you felt like you couldn’t tell him what you were dealing with. Most of all, he was angry at himself for not picking up on the signs sooner. 

Our every moment, I start to replace 'Cause now that they're gone, all I hear are the words that I needed to say He couldn’t concentrate. Hotch gave him time off to deal with your death but even with his days empty for once, he couldn’t concentrate on any of the books he was trying to read to distract himself. Memories of you and him flooded his mind, but every time they popped up, they were quickly replaced by words that Spencer needed to say, but didn’t get the chance. He wasn’t sure why he didn’t say them when he could. He knew everyone could hurt under the surface of what they present to the world, but he genuinely didn’t think it was you that was hurting. You were so bubbly, so lively, so seemingly happy. No one could have guessed that you were dealing with the worst kind of pain underneath it all. 

So, before you go Was there something I could've said to make your heart beat better? If only I'd have known you had a storm to weather So, before you go Was there something I could've said to make it all stop hurting? It kills me how your mind can make you feel so worthless

The thoughts plagued Spencer. Every day and every night it was like a constant cycle of wondering what he could’ve said to help you and the complete feeling of helplessness of not knowing you were battling such awful demons. He kept trying to think back and remember any signs he might’ve overlooked but every time his brain came up empty. Yet every time he couldn’t help but think that if only he had known, maybe, just maybe, you’d still be here today. He wondered if there was anything he could’ve said to make it all better for you. Logically, he knew that wasn’t possible and it killed him knowing that your own mind made you feel as shitty as you did. But he wished there was a magic word that would’ve taken your pain away. He would’ve taken away your pain in a heartbeat. 

Was never the right time, whenever you called Went little by little by little until there was nothing at all

The weeks before your death you called Spencer. You called him when you were done with work and it seemed like it was never a good time for him. “Sorry this case is really bad and they need everyone- I’ll call you back, alright?” “Max and I are planning a date for that day, does a different time work?” “It’s just not a good time right now, I’m sorry.” He sighed. “But I promise you, once I get some free time, we will have a day to ourselves, sound good?” You stopped calling after a while. Our every moment, I start to replay “Spence come ‘ere!” You called, sitting on your couch. “The movie’s about to start!” “The popcorn’s almost done!” He replied, the timer going off right as he said that. He chuckled, hearing you groan impatiently. He knew you were dying to see this movie, but it still amused him when he walked into the living room seeing you pouting. “What took you so long?” You grumbled playfully, Spencer rolling his eyes. “The delicious popcorn you’re eating.” He remarked. “Gonna hit play?” “Hell yeah.” You replied, grabbing the remote. “I’ve been dying to see this movie.” “I know.” “Well you should. I’ve been talking about it for ages.” You chuckled. “You have. I haven’t forgotten your rambles about it.” He smiled. “You truly are something special.” Spencer woke up in a sweat, hot tears pouring down his face, similar to the day of your funeral. It wasn’t the first time this happened. Replayed memories of the two of you came back in his dreams. It was bittersweet- he got to see you again. You were laughing and smiling and full of life but when he woke up he was faced with the harsh reality that you weren’t here. 

You weren’t with him on your weekly movie nights, rambling about how a movie got something wrong or endlessly praising something they did right. You weren’t at a team party, filling the environment with laughter and telling bad jokes. You weren’t telling Penelope about a cute puppy you saw walking down the street on your way to get coffee before work. And reality was, you’d never do any of those things again. Spencer let the sobs wrack through his body. Loud, heaving sobs filled his room and he cried until he thought he couldn’t cry anymore. And then he cried some more. He knew about the five stages of grief. He had told too many families of victims that it was normal to feel angry or in shock or depressed about their loved one’s death. That the grieving process took time and everyone experiences it differently. He understood all that, but why did it feel so abnormal for him? It felt like he was in a never ending cycle of denial, anger, and depression, but never quite getting to the acceptance stage. It felt like he had been grieving for years when it had only been weeks. Still, he felt like he should’ve been ready to go back to work by now. Yet every time he talked to JJ about it, he broke down and every time Morgan asked him how he was doing, all he could manage was a very weak “I’m fine,” which Morgan knew meant that he was not fine. The team all understood. You were Spencer’s absolute best friend, you were with him nearly all the time when the two of you weren’t working. They understood it was an extremely sudden change for Spencer. Having someone with you all the time to them not being there at all with no possibility of them ever coming back was something they saw happen far too frequently. Spencer tried a couple times to go back to work and each time everyone on the team would ask him if he felt ready to be back and he said yes but every time the case was introduced, he would break down. JJ and Morgan thought it’d be best for him to see the team in a non-work setting. No one could deny that what they do wasn’t an easy job, especially not while you’re grieving. So they organized for each member of the team to pick up a different type of takeout (each kind one of Spencer’s favorites) and they would it bring it by and have dinner as a team- something they didn’t do as much as they hoped. Once they were all gathered outside his apartment, JJ knocked and they all waited patiently for him to open the door (like they hoped he would). When Spencer opened the door greeted by the team, each with a different kind of his favorite takeout in their hands, confusion took over his features before tears filled his eyes and a soft smile formed on his lips. Wordlessly, he opened the door and let each member of the team in, each of them giving him a hug and a small smile. And for the first time in a long time, Spencer felt like the void that was left when you died was slowly starting to be filled.

[nxrthmizu]

OMGGG CONGRATS ON 700!!! For the light festival pls can i request Daichi (romantic) i am a bubbly person who loves sports and being outdoors, whether its walks or just chilling in parks! I am also a big film buff and could watch and geek out to them for hours!! And 17 fluff? :)))

| Heart Eyes on the Ice | Sawamura Daichi 

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prompt | #17- Ice 

pairing | Sawamura Daichi x Reader 

words | 1.9k

author’s note | Thank you bby!!! And thanks for the ask, too 💕💕💕

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The laces felt smooth and light in your gloved hands as you tied them up into a ribbon. A sigh dropped from your lips as you warmed up by the side of the rink, mentally and physically preparing yourself for the day ahead of you. 

In the far horizon, the sun was just beginning to yawn and stretch, winking its’ blurry eyes open. The area around the lake was more or less empty, with the exception of a few of the technical crew that were running test runs with the lights. 

An elaborate light show had been set up above the lake, lanterns of all shapes and sizes dangling above the ice. You’d seen them turn on the lights while you were practicing, and you had to admit, the light show they’d prepared was pretty impressive. 

“Y/N!” Your manager called out to you with a smile, dressed thickly in a winter coat. “Nervous?” 

“Not really.” You shook your head, shrugging off your jacket as your stood up. You were dressed in a black sweater and a pair of grey tights, not dressing too thickly as you knew you would get warm as soon as you got moving. “I’ve practiced pretty hard for this one.”

Every year, a light festival would be held at the Shikotsu Lake during Christmas. A new theme would be used for the festival every year, and this year it had been ‘ice’, so they had invited you- One of Japan’s Olympic figure skaters- To perform at the event. 

She grinned. “I’m sure it’ll go off without a hitch.” 

“I hope so. I don’t want to let down the kids who come and watch.” You smile, remembering how delighted you were when you were younger and watched adult skaters pull off triple axels flawlessly on the TV. “Hopefully, I inspire some kid just like how Hanyu Tetsuya inspired me.” 

Your manager winked at you. “I’m sure you will! I’m going to go check with the sound crew to make you they’ll be ready to play the music, you’ll be fine, right?” 

You nodded, letting your shoulders relax as you made your way over to the frozen lake. A puff of white emerged from your mouth as you breathed out, letting your mind quiet down. Your fingers reached down for your blade guards, slipping them off easily. 

Pushing out onto the ice, your body and mind relaxed at the soft sound of your blade cutting across the ice. Gracefully, you stretched your arms out slowly, raising your left leg up to a 90 degree angle. Your arms reached backwards, you leg curving up so you could touch your ice skates with your gloved fingers. 

Your eyes scanned the lake, planning out where you were going to go. The routine you had practiced for days on end was at your fingertips, and after one more round around the lake, you were ready to begin. The music sounded in your mind, the track memorised by your brain. 

Humming along to the track you had chosen for the performance, you let your body move across the ice like it was something you’d been doing since you were born. You jumped, turning three times and bracing yourself for the landing, the clink of your blades against the ice a familiar noise. 

Once you had finished your routine, you started making your way back to land. Sighing as your let your momentum carry you to the edge of the lake, you urged your body to relax, prying any tension out of your muscles. Slipping on your blade guards, you decided to make your way back to where you had stashed your bag. 

“That was amazing.” Turning at the voice, you came eye-to-eye with a pair of warm hazel orbs, amazement lit and burning inside them. “I’ve never seen anyone move more gracefully.” 

“Thank you.” You smiled, holding out your hand. The dark-haired man looked around your age- He was probably a university student, like you. He wore a dark-coloured jacket with ‘CREW’ spelt on the back, like all the others around the lake. “You are...?” 

He seemed to forget his name for a moment. “Oh! Um... Sawamura Daichi.” He said, having remembered his name. “And you’re L/N Y/N.” Crimson coloured his cheeks as he realised how stupid it was for him to declare your name- As if you didn’t know it. 

“Yeah.” You giggled. “That’ll be me.” 

He scratched his arm awkwardly. “Um... I should probably get back to work.” He admitted, sounding like he didn’t want to go. Looking behind you, he could see the other crew members, most of them university students like him, either giving him thumbs up or glaring at him. 

“Oh. See you later, then!” You shot him a smile, scolding and suppressing the way your heart jumped when he grinned and rubbed the back of his head. 

“I’d like that.” 

You watched him go with a dazed expression on your face. His cute, awkward smile caught you completely off guard. Sawamura Daichi, you repeated to yourself, memorising his name. Sawamura Daichi. 

“Earth to Y/N.” Jumping in shock when your manager waved her hand in front of you face, you caught yourself, flustered. “Someone’s got a little crush~” 

“I- Can you blame me, though?” You sighed guiltily. “He’s so...” You fumbled around for the right word. “Warm. He gives off that... Warm vibe. He seems like the kind of guy who would be a great boyfriend.” 

Your manager wiggled her eyebrows at you. “Lucky for you, I know what university he goes to~” 

“Really?” You perked up. Your excitement must’ve been too obvious, because your manager gave you a teasing look. 

“He goes to the same university as you do. He’s a sociology student, I heard he wants to be a police after he graduates.” Your manager informs you, nudging you un-discreetly. “And I know for sure he’s single!” 

A blush blossomed across your cheeks. “That’s good.” You murmured under your breath. 

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“Daichi, you’re literally making heart eyes right now.” Kiyoko cleared her throat. The two of them had signed up to help for the festival, Daichi working in the light crew while Kiyoko worked as an assistant manager. 

“Half of the crew already wants to kill you for being friends with Kiyoko-san, now the other half wants to kill you for talking to L/N-san.” Iwaizumi, who had signed up as part of the light crew, snorted. “Be glad I’m gay and dating Oikawa, or I’d want to murder you, too.” 

Daichi blinked. “... Thank you?” 

“Sawamura! Iwaizumi! Go help Katsuki, there’s something wrong with the lights’ timing!” The supervisor of the light crew hollered. “And Sawamura, stop flirting!” 

Kiyoko giggled as the two boys ran off, a fierce red dusting Daichi’s cheeks while Iwaizumi watched in amusement. Things were just getting interesting. 

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Fourteen hours passed very quickly, and before you knew it, it was time for your performance. Night had fallen over Shikotsu Lake, and the light show was just about to begin. You took a deep breath to calm yourself, feeling your heart drum against your chest. Somehow, this performance was more nerve-racking than your Olympic ones- Because you knew there would be kids in the crowd and you didn’t want to let down Miyagi’s future skaters. 

“Hey! You’re going to be fine.” A tap on your shoulder was all that warned you before you came face-to-face with Daichi, whose comfort-is-needed sense was tingling. “You’ve skated for Japan in the Olympics. You’re going to be perfect out there.” His voice softened, doing wonders to your hectic nerves. 

A breath left your throat. “Alright.” You smiled. “I got this.” 

“You got this.” He nodded, agreeing supportively.

You stepped up into the light, a spotlight directing down on you as you took a deep breath, stepping out onto the ice. Muscle memory took over, and before you knew it, your nerves were completely gone. The light show begin above you, shining down on the reflective lake in pinks, blues, and yellows. 

Daichi smiled proudly as he watched the light show accentuate your movements. You were the definition of beauty and grace; There was no doubt of that in his mind. Every movement you made was smooth and flawless, and you didn’t hesitate even once. Your skates carried you across the lake without pause, never faltering. 

“You’re doing it again, Sawamura.” Iwaizumi said dryly. “He’s got it bad.” He said to Kiyoko. 

Kiyoko giggled, holding a clipboard. “Yes, he does.” 

Your manager laughed in harmony with Kiyoko, agreeing. “She’s got it bad, too.” She said softly, Kiyoko blinking in surprise. 

“She... Likes him back?” Kiyoko asked lowly, dipping her head closer to your manager. 

“Yep. Don’t tell him. I want to see if they can figure it out without us nudging them.” Your manager grinned. “Let them dance around each other hopelessly for a while.” 

“I don’t think we’ll have to wait long.” Kiyoko smiled, gesturing to you, who had just finished your performance. The crowd cheered and clapped for you, some throwing a few flowers, which you picked up from the fresh snow gratefully. You bowed one more time. 

Iwaizumi chuckled as Daichi walked away from the group towards you. “There he goes.” 

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“That was amazing.” He complimented as he met your halfway, the two of you walking backstage, out of view of the crowd. 

You grinned, slightly breathless. “Yeah. I don’t think I could’ve performed like that if you didn’t talk to me before the performance.” Looking away, you blushed. And I know for sure he’s single. 

“I’m honoured that I could help.” He smiled widely, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. That seemed to be a habit of his, you noted with a fond smile. “They’re going to start the second light show soon. You want to go watch?” 

“Of course!”  

The two of you sneaked out of backstage discreetly, staying out of public eye. Daichi lead you to a more isolated part by the lake, the two of you getting comfortable on the snow. Thankful that you had worn your waterproof pants for the performance, you sighed contentedly. 

Lights begin to burst out in vivid colours across the sky, the set-up going off without a hitch. “Whoa... You helped set that up?” You said incredulously. “That’s so beautiful!” 

“Yeah.” He said shyly. “I had to research how to rig light timing before I showed up for set-up. It was worth it, I learned a lot from the professionals. I mostly just hung up the lights, though.” 

“It’s still awesome.” You insisted. 

He hummed, a comfortable silence falling between the two of you as the light show ensued. “Are you cold?” He asked softly, noting that you were only dressed in the thin fabric that was your figure skating costume. 

“A little.” You admitted. Your eyes brightened when he opened his arms, allowing your to snuggle in between him, his larger body enveloping yours. Never in your entire life had you been so bold when approaching a relationship, but Daichi just had a warmth that drew you in, like a moth to a flame- Except the flame didn’t hurt the moth. 

Daichi breathed deeply, his heart hammering in his chest. You fit inside his embrace perfectly, like the two of you were two puzzle pieces that were made for each other. 

“Um. Are you free next Friday?” He asked you quietly as the light show drew to an end. 

“I think so.” You hummed thoughtfully. “I have skating practice Friday evening, but I’m free after 6pm.” 

“So... I’ll pick you up at 8?” 

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[fieryanmitsu]

Cream Pie Antidote | A3! NSFW Week 2020 – Day 3 (Itaru/Izumi) | 18+, NSFW

A late contribution to the A3! NSFW Week! I had the rough draft written out during that week, but work got crazy busy, so I just finished this up now!!

But, anyway, when I originally saw the prompts for Day 3 of the A3! NSFW Week, I laughed really hard because the “fuck or die” trope is so campy and hilarious to me. There’s so many crazy ways it can go and it’s mad entertaining. And the idea for this fic immediately jumped into my brain when I stared at the prompt. LITERALLY NO ONE ASKED FOR THIS, but here you go anyway! For your brain cells’ sake, don’t take this too seriously, haha!

CREAM PIE ANTIDOTE

PROMPTS: Masturbation / Fuck or die

CHARACTERS: Itaru Chigasaki, Izumi Tachibana

PAIRINGS: Itaru/Izumi

My fanfic masterpost: Here

AO3: Link in my Blog Menu

CONTENT WARNING: Rated 18+ (NSFW, contains smut/explicit sexual descriptions and situations)

“Annnnd, that’s a wrap,” Itaru said to himself as he finally finished editing his next ‘Let’s Play’ video.

Removing his headset, he pushed himself off his chair and stretched his neck, wincing as he heard a crack. He had needed to spend more time than usual editing the video, so he was exhausted. But, being tired was way better than getting his account reported because he didn’t censor things properly. He still couldn’t believe his viewers had somehow voted for him to play a recently released R18 visual novel. He had a suspicion that someone was trolling him, but he couldn’t let his viewers down… so, he had played through the prologue and first chapter of the ‘Cream Pie Antidote: The Cumplete Edition’.

All in all, the storyline was ridiculous (as expected). The story took place in the year 20XX, where Tokyo was suddenly plagued with a deadly virus that had a 69% mortality rate. However, said virus only affected women and the only known antidote was to inject semen into the infected person’s body, because it apparently neutralized the virus. Of course, the protagonist was an ordinary salaryman who was suddenly thrust—pun intended—into the position of having to help several of his infected female acquaintances.

The voice acting was only so-so, and the background music was appropriate, but uninspired. On the other hand, the sound effects and the graphics were top-notch. He had especially enjoyed the CGs of the protagonist’s next-door neighbour. It definitely wasn’t because she had long, straight, brown hair and bright eyes that suspiciously resembled a certain curry-obsessed director.

Stifling a yawn—it was nearly 4:00am—Itaru hauled himself onto his bed. He was glad he had washed up earlier, because he was beat. Even the titillating nature of the game wasn’t enough to keep his exhaustion at bay. Putting his phone and glasses to one side, he plopped himself down onto his pillow and immediately fell fast asleep.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

“Hnnng…” Itaru groaned, pulling his blanket over his face.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

“Ugh, who the fuck is that?” he swore to himself as the knocking continued. Everyone should know not to disturb him on a weekend when there was no Spring Troupe practice scheduled.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

With an annoyed sigh, Itaru slid down the ladder of his bed, stumbled over to the door and wrenched it open, ready to give the person on the other side a piece of his mind.

However, as soon as he opened the door, someone slammed right into him.

“I-Itaru—thank goodness!” Izumi gasped as she caught herself on his chest.

“Izumi? What are you—Hey, what’s wrong?! You’re sweating buckets!” he exclaimed as he realized the young woman leaning on him was drenched with sweat, her thin t-shirt clinging to every curve of her chest. Her face was flushed and her eyes looked glossy as well.

“I-I’m sorry, Itaru. I was trying to be careful so that I wouldn’t catch the virus, but… I-I think I must have picked it up somehow,” she said, panting slightly. “I-I could just barely reach your room… Y-You’re the only one who can help me.”

“H-Huh?” Itaru could only stare at Izumi with wide eyes. He was suddenly having déjà vu. This was exactly what the next-door neighbour had said to the protagonist in ���Cream Pie Antidote’. He must be dreaming.

“Please help me, Itaru. Pl-Please fuck me and fill me with your cum,” Izumi gasped out, her hands grasping his shirt.

Definitely a dream. Or a hallucination. Maybe he should pinch himself. However, just as he made to lift his hand, his eyes met Izumi’s and he found that he couldn’t look away. Her wet lips were parted and trembling, and her eyes were teary and… full of lust. After all, one of the side effects of the virus was that the infected person became incredibly aroused. He was seriously going to need to examine his mental state when he woke up—he couldn’t believe that he was dreaming up something so disgustingly self-indulgent and wish-fulfilling.

But, well… if this is a dream anyway…

“Are you sure you want me to be the one to help you?” he asked, steadying Izumi with his hands.

“Y-Yes. If… If it comes down to this, I…I want it to be you, Itaru” she replied sweetly, wrapping her arms around his waist, her breasts pressing into him.

“Then, I’ll do whatever I can to save you,” he responded, throwing all sense of logic to the wind. May as well go big or go home.

Pulling Izumi further into his room, he slammed the door shut behind her before he reached out a hand to cup her face. Her skin was hot beneath his palm and fingers—she felt so real. Unable to resist any longer, he leaned down and kissed her fervently. She leaned into him and returned his kiss, pushing her tongue into his mouth. With a groan, he stumbled back and managed to catch himself in his computer chair.

“I-I heard that the most effective method is to make sure you both ingest semen and have it inserted into your vagina as well,” Izumi said as she pushed herself off his shoulders.

Before he could even respond, her hands were on the waistband of his sweatpants. With one smooth yank, she pulled off both his pants and his underwear.

“Wh-Whoa!” he yelped, nearly falling off his chair with the movement, grasping the armrests just in time. Then, Izumi’s hand was wrapped around his cock and stroking it up and down. “A-Ahh!”

“Does it feel good?” Izumi asked coyly, peeking up at him through her lashes as she continued to pump his member with long strokes.

“Y-Yeah,” he choked out. This was better than his imagination. He couldn’t help but close his eyes as he relished the feeling of her smooth hands. Then, he groaned as he suddenly felt a warm, wet sensation engulf him. He opened his eyes and glanced down, letting out a sigh of appreciation as he watched the back of Izumi’s head dip up and down below him.

His grip on his chair tightened as he tried to control his breathing, but Izumi was doing something with her tongue and teeth, and it was driving him crazy. Then, her hand started moving in rhythm with her mouth and he could feel his orgasm building.

“I-Izumi—I’m… I’m going to… come…” he gasped out as he bucked his hips into her mouth, desperate to obtain release. And then, it hit him, and he moaned as he felt his seed shoot out of him.

He heard Izumi’s muffled exclamation, but she didn’t let go of his cock until he stopped ejaculating. As his high died down, Izumi moved back and swallowed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Sorry, I don’t think I gave you enough warning,” he muttered, heart still pounding.

“It’s fine—I’m so glad you gave me such a big load. I’m already starting to feel better than earlier,” Izumi responded. Indeed, she appeared to have stopped sweating at least. “But… I still need you to take care of me… down there.”

Itaru’s eyes widened as Izumi suddenly stood up and stripped off her clothes. He couldn’t help but gape when she slowly removed her panties, because, when she did, he could see her juices drip out of her steadily and splatter to the floor.

“The virus won’t be neutralized fully until you fill me up with your cum… And… I-I’m so, so wet, Itaru… Please, won’t you put your big, juicy cock in me?”

His brain vaguely registered how he had laughed at that dialogue line during his playthrough—but, now, he would be lying if he said it wasn’t affecting him. He was a weak man.

“Get on the couch.”

Izumi immediately laid herself onto his couch and spread her legs, continuing to drip her fluids all over the cushion. He tentatively put one hand on her knee and slowly dragged his palm down her thigh, relishing in the feel of her smooth skin. Izumi moaned at the touch and, as he reached the apex of her thighs, he sighed at how absolutely slick she was under his fingers.

“I-Itaru, please!” she begged, panting hard as he pushed a finger into her. It was ridiculous how easy it was to slip inside her—there was absolutely no resistance. After a few pumps, he slid in a second digit and he could feel more fluids gush onto his hand. His cock was twitching—already erect again despite his recent orgasm.

“I-I need more. Please, Itaru—I want your cock to penetrate me.”

Biting back a groan, Itaru extracted his fingers, giving them a quick swipe with his tongue—delicious, of course. Then, he pushed her legs farther apart and lined himself up with her opening.

“All right, I’m going in now,” he announced. Seeing her nod beneath him, he pushed himself in slowly. He moaned as she enveloped him—she was so warm and tight, and how was it even possible for someone to be this wet?

Izumi moaned and he felt himself growing bigger. Her legs wrapped themselves around his waist and she arched her back, trying to push him deeper inside her. A shot of pleasure coursed through him as he sank further in.

After a moment of savouring the feeling of her pussy around him, he slowly began to pump in and out. With each movement, wet sounds lewdly echoed around them, punctuated by Izumi’s short cries every time he pushed into her.

“I-Itaru! M-More! Please, fuck me harder!” Izumi panted between parted lips. Her cheeks were rosy pink and her hair splayed around her in disarray.

Itaru could only nod as he hooked his hands under her knees and pressed her further into his couch, shoving her legs towards her chest so that he could leverage himself over her. He then thrusted into her, trying to reach deeper inside. Her inner walls were squeezing him, and he could feel the pressure building up inside of him again. He’s never felt this good before.

“I-Itaru, I-I’m coming!” Izumi gasped beneath him. And then, a moment later, she screamed and her walls clenched around his dick and he choked back a gasp. The feeling of her squeezing him was too much, and he knew he would come too. Just a few… more… thrusts.

“A-Ahhh!” he half-gasped, half-choked out as an intense orgasm ripped through him. He could feel his cum shoot out of him with his final push. But, even with the large load that he knew had blown out, he could still feel more. With a groan, he slammed himself into her again, shooting out more of his seed inside her. And then again. Finally, he felt that he had completely spent himself and he slowly pulled out.

“Wow, there’s so much cum, it’s leaking out of you,” he remarked as he extricated himself. His white seed was dripping out of her, as if there had been too much to contain inside. It was all over her pussy lips, mixing with her own fluids, and it was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. He had never really caught on to the appeal of creampies, but he thinks he might be a changed man after this.

“I-I shouldn’t let it go to waste,” Izumi responded shyly, reaching a hand down between her legs. She scooped up the excess fluids with her fingers and slowly pushed them inside herself. “I-I want… every… last… drop… inside… me…”

Each of her words was punctuated by a shove of her fingers diving deep inside her, her hips thrusting up with each movement. And, just as Itaru could feel his cock growing hard again, his eyes snapped open.

“Holy shit,” he groaned as he came face-to-face with his ceiling.

After taking a very cold shower, Itaru made his way to the kitchen, hoping to find some leftovers from lunch. As he pushed the door open, a sweet and tantalizing smell wafted past him.

“Oh! Itaru, you’re awake!” Izumi exclaimed, turning around at the sound of the door opening. “There’s leftovers in the fridge—I’ll heat it up for you. Or—I know it’s not really a proper lunch, but I just finished baking something if you want to eat that fresh!”

Itaru’s heart pounded a little faster as he took in her appearance. She was slightly flushed—probably from working over the oven—and her hair was tossed up in a disheveled ponytail. An image of her spread out on his couch briefly flashed into his head.

“Oh? What did you bake?” he asked, distracting himself with the coffee-maker.

“Omi taught me the recipe the other day, so I made coconut cream pie!”

Itaru’s hand froze. A moment later, he resumed the motions of measuring out the coffee grinds.

“Heh. Sure, I’ll have some cream pie.”

“… You know what, I changed my mind. I don’t like that smirk on your face. You’re not allowed to have any.”

I apologize—my brain is only filled with garbage, hahahaha! This idea was just so funny to me, I couldn’t help but write it out. Hopefully you all enjoyed this ridiculous little story, because I had way too much fun writing it! 

I do have one more prompt that I want to fill from A3! NSFW Week, so will eventually post that as well!! As usual, feel free to leave a comment and reblogs are alwasy appreciated! Thanks again for reading!

-Anmitsu