#then im not doing anything with him for a while

[starboye]

weird!reader who's out with rafe and his friends, all eating at some pretty nice restaurant and his friends are just staring at you thinking of all the depraved things they wanna do with you but are quickly looking for anything else to do when they see you forcing rafe to watch random tik toks with him

"what the fuck is this shit kid" rafe complains but you're laughing your ass off as the tik toks keep getting funnier and funnier, one hand holding onto the phone while the other is tightly holding rafes bicep to keep him right next to you "it's funny you just have to get it like me" you continue laughing and thats what the whole dinner is like until you get back to your place

rafe's peeling your clothes off and taking you to your bed that's full of stuffed animals, as much as he wants to just push them all onto the floor you make him wait as you carefully place them all on their own little shelf while naked, you were basically torturing this man as your ass swayed in front of him and as soon as you put that last one up he was pushing you into the bed

his aching cock out and now thrusting into you harshly as you laughed about some joke you remembered "im gonna be real you're way to hot to be this weird" rafe scoffed "what's wrong pookie, are you mad im not just your hot fling" you laugh "don't call me that" rafe demands

"what does the big buff man not want me to call him pookie" you taunt but are quick to shut up when rafe pins your legs open and starts roughly fucking you making you stutter and whine, reaching out to grab a stuffed animal you forced him to buy you at a carnival and tightly hugging it "mmm what's the matter now, can't talk c'mon you usually are always yapping your ass off" rafe teases you now

he grabs your lolling mouth and pulls your face closer to his "where's all that personality now y/n, huh" rafe kisses you roughly before pulling back and going back to fucking the life out of you until you couldn't think anymore

[tvgals]

mean! shopkeeper! gojo and the one time he was “mean” to his very much pregnant wife.

“babyyyy!” you whined out from the second floor of the shop. gojo smiled to himself at the sound of your voice that he could never get tired of. “coming.” gojo huffs out while walking up the stairs, his back is getting worse by the day. once he hits the top of the stairs, a putrid smell hits his nose. this face scrunches up almost immediately and he brings the collar of his shirt above his nose. “what the hell?” he calls out, hoping you also smelt this awful, awful scent.

“what?” you ask, turning around and facing gojo. oh. you were eating a pickle sandwich…with a side of fried eggs and peanut butter. “baby..” he mutters, dry heaving when the shirt falls from his face. the closer he gets, the smells worsens. “i..understand pregnancy cravings but..” he can’t even finish his sentence without running to the bathroom to, assumingely, throwing up. your eyes well up with tears, you didn’t mean to make him throw up! you place your meal on the dining room table and you “run” (the most you can do is shuffle quickly) the fastest you can at six months pregnant, to your shared bedroom. once satoru is finished with throwing up his breakfast and lunch, he stands up to look for you, the smell still lingering.

“y/n?” he calls out, quietly moving around the top floor for any sound you might make…you weren’t all that discreet, though. your cries started to get louder and louder and eventually hit satoru’s ears. oh no. he practically sprints to your shared bedroom and when he sees your sobbing figure, he kneels next to the bed and scratches your head in comfort. once you look up at him through your wet eyes, you can’t help but cry some more. “oh my goodness, baby. you gotta breathe.” gojo softly reprimands you. moving to sit next to you on the bed and pulling you into his side.

“cmon, talk to me..” satoru says, rubbing your belly. “you’re so mean!” you cry out, softly hitting his chest in your bout of frustration. “what did i do?” satoru chuckles, holding your hand in his. “you-you said im disgusting!” you cry out, but softer this time. gojo’s face scrunches up in confusion, wracking his brain to try and figure out when he ever said anything like that. “what? no i didn’t.” he says, rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand. “well…you implied it! you threw up everywhere!” you say, your breathing becoming steady as you reason with your husband. “oh my.” gojo smiles, rolling his eyes playfully. “no, my love. when you put pickles, fried eggs, and peanut butter together, it doesn’t make the best scent, baby.” he tells you, kissing your cheek. “i’m sorry i made you feel that way, okay? what do i have to do to make my wife feel better?” he asks, turning the tv on.

you think to yourself for a moment. you smile and your eyes light up. “you can bring my plate in here.” gojo sighs and looks over at you.

“of course.”

- sorry if this is inaccurate i’ve never been pregnant

[star2fishmeg]

domestic things w luke 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 like preparing dinner together, doing skincares, movie nightsss 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 im crying i need it

18:30, dinner:

"Luke! Who's watching the stove?" you complain, cutting vegetables while he nuzzles into your neck, peppering the skin with kisses and sliding his hands underneath your shirt.

"It's fine, angel. It's under control," he mutters, lips moving against your column and placing a wet kiss before standing straight and taking out two plates from the cabinet above, "do you not like my attention?"

He places the plates next to the stove, checking the pasta for real just so he can say he did. Both of you are capable of making a better meal, but it's just the two of you and neither has the energy to go through the prep so pasta and vegetables were settled on, however, you think he only settled on it so you can watch a movie faster. Plus, Luke wasn't really helping, his idea of being your sous-chef involves neck kisses, wandering hands and FaceTiming his friends.

"No, not when the stove's on and I have a knife in my hand." You roll your eyes playfully, finishing the last broccoli and brushing the diced veg to the end of the cutting board. "But any other time, you can be okay."

"So mean to me." He pouts, lowering the temperature on the hob. He slides back over to you, hands settling on your hips and lips planting chaste kisses on your cheek and neck once again. "How long's that veg gonna take?"

"Five minutes," you simply say, pouring the veg into a saucepan, turning the heat up and letting it boil. You spin around, Luke's hands still on you and he smiles. "Hi."

"Hi, baby," he mutters, his thumbs soothing over your hips. He's too cute when he smiles at you like that, soft, wide eyes with loose curls, licking his lips slightly, "wanna do this with you forever. Can I kiss you now?"

His eyes glimmer, hands sliding to your waist as he pulls you to his chest. You slide your hands up his chest, soothing over the muscles and you nod, closing your eyes until his lips gently slot with yours. He hums, arms winding around your middle as lips move against one another.

Abruptly, he pulls back, moving you to one side in a hurry and turning the hob down. Panic rushes over you, heart racing only to find your dinner had just boiled over. With a grin, you giggle when he huffs out a relieved breath before giggling with you.

20:00, skincare:

You always think he looks adorable when he sits on the toilet seat so you can reach his face, looking up at you with glossy eyes with his hair pushed back by one of your headbands. He's never had much of a skincare routine, and he doesn't have the time for anything extensive but then again, you don't believe a multi-step, multi-product routine is needed for some people.

You stand between his legs, your own hair pushed back by a headband too, a cleansing wipe in your hand while holding his jaw in the other.

"When will you do this by yourself?" you ask, endeared, wiping his face with the wipe. You don't mind doing it for him, it's rather sweet that he lets you do it in the first place.

"Never," his hands creep under your shirt, caressing along your waist, skin feeling dewy and clean, "feels nice when you do it. Why does my skin always look better when you look after me? S'like you have a magic touch."

You toss the wipe away, his hands never leaving your waist as you squeeze moisturiser into your hands, "Because you're sweaty all the time and it clogs your pores, baby. You need to clean them, less breakouts."

"Is it unattractive when I break out? Like, does it gross you out?" You can tell he's genuinely worried about it by the way his voice is quieter and how his eyes track your every move.

"Absolutely not, Lu," you rub and tap the cream onto his cheeks along to his nose, forehead and chin, "I still love you either way. It's just a pimple or two, nothin' deep. S'normal. Does it gross you out when I break out?"

"No..." he mumbles, seeing your point and letting go of you. He watches you turn to the mirror and wipe your own face, entranced by your lack of concern about your appearance when with him, stripped down to the bare yet he still thinks you're beautiful and you're comfortable enough for him to see every blemish. He thinks for a moment about how well he's proven that he loves you enough for you to feel safe with him.

It's not like you haven't noticed him staring from the corner of your eye, in all honesty, you think it's sweet how he sits in a trance, watching, learning, admiring.

"You want a pore strip, Snoops?" your voice catches him by surprise and he blankly blinks, watching you apply a pore strip over your nose.

"Will it prevent me from making out with you?"

"Nope, that's a facemask, this just goes over your nose." You smile, waving an unopened one in front of his face.

"Then put it on me, baby." He closes his eyes and waits, smiling when you dab his nose with a damp sponge and apply the strip, pressing firmly and kissing his forehead.

21:00, movie night:

You can't ever truly concentrate on a film, not while cuddled with Luke and especially not while watching in his bed. You're tucked under his arm, head resting on his chest with one leg over his lap, his hand caressing along your thigh while the other slides under the waistband of your shorts. He's still wearing your headband from earlier, curls pushed back off his face with a couple too short to hold and falling over his forehead. He looks cute, even cuter holding you to his body like you're his teddy bear.

He finds it hard to concentrate as well. Your hand soothing over his chest sets goosebumps running down his spine, the way your skin is touching and transferring heat only enticing him into shifting his gaze from the TV to your lips.

But if there's one thing that drives you up the wall when watching movies with him, is that Luke will talk his ass off through one if he's excited about it. Secretariat's his favourite movie, and you'd think if he loved it so much, he'd want to watch it again, but instead, he's giving you a running commentary and you can't hear a thing, and he's refusing to put subtitles on.

"Oh, I love this part!" he mumbles in excitement, eyes lighting up.

"You said that ten minutes ago..."

"Baby, no. I mean it this time, look!"

He acts like your eyes haven't left the screen, lips pulling into a grin. His excitement is endearing, and your heart warms seeing him into something other than hockey. He's so excited that his hand slides up your waist, hoisting you further up his body so your faces are almost level. You almost think he's going to continue watching, but you're miserably mistaken as he keeps chatting, explaining the backstory and inspiration for the film at the same time you're trying to listen.

In an exhale, your hand cups his cheek and you turn his face to look at you. Your gaze burns into his but you're not mad, it's an endeared and adoring gaze that shimmers under the glow of the TV.

"Shut up, Lu." You press your lips to his, fingers sliding into the back of his curls as mouths slowly and sensually move with each other, his hand on your thigh kneading at your skin and the other flat, gliding up your back, thumb rubbing your skin. He melts into you, humming at the high he gets when kissing you, stomach flipping as his desperation becomes obvious. With every second you disconnect for air, he dives back in for another languid and wet kiss, completely forgetting about the movie in the first place. You're all he's concentrating on now.

Animated divider belongs to @/cafekitsune

[eunoiiz]

☁︎—enhypen reassuring you about your relationship

☁︎synopsis—enhypen comforting you about their love for you₊˚ෆ

☁︎genre—hurt/comfort. enhypen hyung line x reader.₊˚ෆ

☁︎warning—crying. idk mentions of cheating or whatever. swearing. intended lowercase. not proofread. wc(range)˚˚˚300—500 each.₊˚ෆ

☁︎kassiddi's note—trying a headcannon!! or whatevs it's called i forgot… might do a maknae line !! but for now i decided to do something to upload (so it's rushed) and i also didn't know how to properly title this.₊˚ෆ

ʚɞ—lee heeseung˚˚˚

hearing from a handful of your friends that heeseung was cheating on you was not taken lightly to heart. your heart sank, throat stung and eyes began to fill with tears as your ears rang.

you never believed the “playboy” rumors since you met him, and he'd always denied them when people approached him and accused him of cheating on his exes. you believed him over these 3 months.

you turned around, heading for the office to call in sick, when you saw him. them. heeseung's face just inches away from one of the girls you'd thought was his ex.

you ran for the office, dropping your backpack to shed off some weight. you didn't have anything important in it, anyway.

the sound of running behind you soon after caused you to attempt to enter the girls restroom, but you didn't make it as the steps were faster. the person spun you around.

“what the fuck do you want heeseung?!” you shouted through streams of tears, trying to get him off you. “please, let me explain.” “what the fuck is there to explain? everyone was right about you, hee!” you ignored his pleas, releasing yourself from his grip and beginning to storm into the ladies restroom out of frustration.

“i’m not cheating on you, y/n, please believe me.” he begged, rambling as fast as possible before you walked too far into the bathroom to hear.

“then what was that, heeseung? how can you explain how close you were to miyeon, and all the rumors?” you wiped away your tears. “it wasn't anything y/n—” “it seemed like you were about to kiss her to me.” you couldn't face the male.

“i was angry with her y/n, i couldn't stand the rumors she was spreading and wanted to confront her before they got to you and made you like.. this.” he explained, trying to reassure you. but you weren't so sure, at all. you didn't know if you could believe him.

“she's been wanting me back since i broke up with her, and she's spread these rumors from the beginning. i’ve never cheated on anyone. please believe me, baby.” sincerity tainted his voice, and painted his face when you finally turned back around to look at him.

“do you promise? how do i know i can trust you?” your voice shook, the uncertainty remained. “i promise, love, please. miyeon was my first girlfriend, y/n. the crazy one i told you about. she hasn't changed. i’ll so anything to make you believe me.”

your heart rate slowed, although you still weren't sure you could trust him again.

“i’ll try to believe you hee.” you mumbled, allowing him to caress your check, using his thumb to swipe away your tears. “thank you, doll. i promise i'll prove my love to you, a hundred—no, a thousand times if i have to.”

ʚɞ—park jongseong˚˚˚

“y/n, i heard around that jay is just using you to get back at his ex, but im not sure. i hope it's false but i wanted to let you know, sorry.” jisung whispered into your ear while passing by during lunch, smiling apologetically at you.

you smiled back, though it quickly fell. deciding to confront your boyfriend before class started, you hurried eating. you were torn between anger and sadness.

you checked the time, 15 minutes until the bell rang. enough time to call his ass out, in private though.

your eyes searched the cafeteria, eventually landing on a blonde male, the best friend of your boyfriend, and your boyfriend right next to him.

standing up, tray in hand, you tossed it into the nearby trash, proceeding toward the man.

“up. we need to talk.” “wha—” “now.” you forced him up, tugging him by his hoodie sleeve into a more secluded area.

“what's this about, my love?” he questioned, a puzzled look plastered all over his face while he stood with his arms crossed.

“don't act so stupid with me, jongseong. you had me here loving you for months because i really thought you loved me but your only with me because you wanna make your ex jealous? what the hell?” you ranted, infuriated.

“woah, bae, slow down. what?” he quizzed, you could tell he was genuinely confused but you were too angry to take time to let him even breathe. “you know exactly what i mean, stop doing that.”

“y/n, slow down. you know im not like that, my love. who told you this?” he placated. “jisung! he's a distant friend, but i trust him! and he's not even the first person who I've heard this from. i think he got it from hyunjin, or leeseo, or maybe even minhee! it's just been going around too much and—” “darling…” he trailed off, silence taking over for ten seconds.

“you realize all of the people you just named don't even like you, right?” his hand reached for yours.

“oh.. well, still?...” you muttered, glancing away. your face heated, feeling a bit dumb but still unsure. “how do i know you aren't with me for that, though?”

“let's go talk to jisung first, okay? clear up somethings and ill come over later, darling. i love you.”

he interlinked your hands, “i love you too, seong.”

ʚɞ—sim jaeyun˚˚˚

you've never been able to get over the crush you've had on jake since you were little, but you also couldn't bring yourself to confess either.

“thank you, jakey!” a girl’s voice sounded through the halls.

turning the corner, you watched as the girl released her grip on his forearm and gave him a tight hug before he sent her off into the classroom. you hated that, such a small thing.

but it didn't feel right to feel so angry, he wasn't even yours.

you figured it would be better if you headed off to your own class, and tried to forget about it so you’d feel better. lunch was after one more period.

maybe he could hang out with his new girlfriend that he hadn't even told you about, and you'll spend lunch with someone else.

when the bell rang, you packed up as quickly as possible, not wanting to encounter them again. even though you still caught a glimpse of them on your way to your next class.

“y/n—” “in a hurry!” you spewed, speeding down the hall and past the couple, you did not want an introduction to his new girlfriend. you wanted to be his new girlfriend for years, but those chances seemed like zero.

so once again, when the bell rang, you made sure to pack up as quickly as possible. but when you stepped outside, you saw a face you didn't want to at that moment.

“oh, think i left something in my last class, jake! you should head to lunch—” “what's up with you? i've been trying to introduce you to my cousin! she's 2 grades behind us, i was hoping you were okay with helping me show her around, y/n. you could've said you weren't.” jake explained.

holy, did you feel stupid?

“..cousin?” you were stunned, internally killing yourself. “yes? why? someone jealous?” he smirked, obviously teasing but you might as well spill it.

“yes, actually.. i thought she was your girlfriend and i thought my chances with you were gone and—” a peck, another, another, and another that turned into a longer kiss.

“i thought you didn't feel the same, pretty.”

ʚɞ—park sunghoon˚˚˚

“y/n, would you help me with something?” sunghoon called you over. “yeah, what is it?” you stood up, walking over to his desk and pulling up a chair right next to his.

“this is a confession letter! im giving it to yuna, i just need to go over the grammar and decorate it a bit—”

“confession letter?” your brows furrowed, jealousy starting to build up inside of you. “uhm, yeah! can i get that help?” he asked, holding the card out in front of your face.

“oh, yes of course, should i go over the grammar?” he nodded. you flipped open the card, the corners decorated in pink bows, the edges lined in pink glitter and the i’s dotted in hearts. you wanted to rip up the card, a bit overwhelmed by jealousy.

“i would like to be your valentine…. mmmm.. you're the most stunning girl I've ever seen…. i’ve had feelings for you for so long..” you read aloud as sunghoon watched your expression. “seems all good to me, i also didn't know you could decorate like this, hoon.” you caressed the bows, all the things you loved drawn into a card—that wasn't for you.

“only the best for who i love, right?” he smiled, taking back the card.

“right.. anything else?” you tried to keep your composure, not wanting to spill all your emotions out to your best friend who didn't seem to feel the same.

“yes can you help with this envelope? i need to decorate it and sign it. mind using these glitter pens? oh and make sure to add the bows in the corners!” he exclaimed, turning to his laptop and focusing on a level he'd been trying to be on his game.

a couple moments later and you slip the card into the pastel envelope. “there.” you slid it across the desk. “perfect, she's gonna love it.” he smiled proudly. “you're the best, n/n.”

“mhm. you never told me you had a crush, hoon?” your eyes never left the card, neatly tucked into the envelope. it bothered you so much and you couldn't shake that feeling.

“well, i actually wanted to tell you after i handed yuna the card, but i guess there's no point now.” he scratched his nape, then reached toward his mini shelf and between books.

he pulled out another card, decorated similarly. “no kidding, hoon. why have me help make a card look all pretty for her and then tell me you liked her? and for so long?” you were so upset, but you didn't want that to show.

“liked her? ….yuna? oh, no stupid. this is for jake! he had soccer practice so he wanted help with a confession card, because valentine's day's tomorrow and he didn't think he'd have enough time.” sunghoon explained, the other card in his other hand, sliding it towards you.

“read this, y/n.” you picked up the card, opening the envelope and then the card.

‘dear y/n, i’ve had feelings for you for so long and could never tell if you felt the same, but i wanna ask you now, would you be my valentine? you're the most wonderful girl and i’m so lucky to have you. (hopefully) you're future boyfriend, sunghoon’

“oh my gosh, sunghoon. i hate you so much.” you smiled to yourself, taking a moment to take it in. “so.. is that a no?” he joked, laughing. “no you idiot, i’d love to be your valentine, and future girlfriend.”

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[woobly]

THERE SHE GOES . . . 한태산 !

PAIRING. taesan x crocheter! gn reader GENRE. fluff, uni au, strangers to ??? WARNINGS. both are in uni but no scenes about school itself lol WC. 1.4k

𓂋˚˖ A/N. lichrally dunno what this is, i just word vomited 😭 i was actually gonna make another acc bc i got kinda shy to post here again but im too lazy to do that so here we are, ig im a onedoor now too 😆 𓂋˚˖ NOW PLAYING. there she goes by the la’s

THE FIRST TIME TAESAN SEES YOU, you were casually walking into the train car along with the rest of the morning rush. One of your hands was clutched onto your bag while the other was inside the pocket of your black puffer jacket.

He wasn’t thinking about anything in particular. It was too early in the morning, and the music playing in his ears drowned all his thoughts out while on the way to his first class.

But upon seeing you, he was immediately awakened from his morning daze and stood up from his seat. Watching you switch places with him to stand beside your seated figure, he thinks he saw you say thank you, but he’s not sure.

Not thinking much of his gesture of giving up his seat, he looked out toward the city passing by outside. That was until the train entered another tunnel, and he was forced to look at something else; you, in his peripheral vision, had suddenly brought out a crochet needle and some yarn.

He was pleasantly surprised. People were usually on their phones while on the train, while here you were, your hands half buried in your jacket as they worked on some yarn as if you were in your own little world.

He wasn’t actually sure if you were crocheting or knitting or what. He had only overheard from the other students in his classes about how they crocheted in their free time, but he had never actually seen anyone do it.

He tilted his head once in a while to watch you, trying his best not to act like a creep. Not that you would notice anyway. He did this until he had to step off at his stop first.

The second time Taesan sees you, it was a Saturday. He unfortunately had a class in the morning, and he was on the way home after having lunch with his friends and spending some time in the library.

You were already seated on the train, hands busy once again. It wasn’t rush hour, so Taesan took a seat across from you.

You seemed to be counting something, perhaps the stitches, based on the way your mouth was moving. You furrowed your eyebrows, looking closer at your project, before pulling at the string of yarn exasperatedly. He was curious about what just happened, smiling at your frustration.

He caught himself glancing at you from time to time again. And this time, you almost caught him looking at you.

He saw you again a few times after that, to the point that he’s learned where to sit or stand so that he can see your reflection in the window to avoid being caught looking at you directly. He’s even learned what days of the week you usually share train rides.

At first, it was a little freaky how the two of you managed to be on the same train at the same time a few times a week, let alone the same car. But after a while, he started looking for you, wondering where you had gone on days when he’d usually seen you.

Months had gone by like that, Taesan watching you work on what seemed like different projects from a distance.

However, this time it was a little different. There were no other available seats except the one right beside you. There was still some space on the metal bars to hold on to, but something told him to take that seat (perhaps it’s the voices in his head aka Leehan urging him to do something about his little train crush; Taesan always denies it by saying it’s not a crush).

This time, it was difficult to see your face, so he could only look at your hands. He tried so hard to be subtle, but he supposes he wasn’t subtle enough because you suddenly put your needle and yarn down on your lap and took something out from your bag.

“Hey, I uh… made something for you,”

You were now looking at his wide eyes, a rush of different emotions suddenly coursing through him. Ashamed because you noticed him watching; touched because you made something for a stranger like him; and shy because you were talking to a guy like him.

He finally looked at your open hand that delicately held a stuffed black cat keychain.

“Is this a cat?”

“Yeah, that’s you,” you said as you smiled tightly. You acknowledge that he was a good-looking guy, but there was still something about him that intimidated you a little. “Um, I’m sorry if that offends you. I made it based on the vibe you gave off, but I don’t mean to stereotype based on the clothes you wear. Not that I made you a black cat because you always wear black, but the dark hair covering your eyes a little also kinda—,” you rambled, stopping when you see the look on his face and realizing you might have said too much.

Taesan chuckled. “Don’t worry, I’m not offended. May I ask why…?”

“Um… no reason,” you shrugged with another tight smile, trying to mask the blatant lie you just told him.

“Well, I’m honored. This is really cute,” Taesan smiled, looking at you then at anything but you.

You finally smiled with a more relaxed expression, lips pursing to keep yourself from smiling too widely.

“I figured it wouldn’t hurt to give it to you after already making it, plus you sat here today,”

The truth is, you also noticed him that first time. You noticed his repeated presence the same way he did. When he was looking outside, you looked around the train car only for your gaze to land on him. You actually lied when you said you made a keychain for him. It’s actually a gift meant for one of your friends, but you decided at the last minute to use it to shoot your shot—you could always make another one. If he realized that you were also watching him from what you just said, then he was nice enough to not bring it up.

“This is crochet, right?” Taesan asked as he looked around his bag for a place to hang the keychain.

“Yup! I like to do arts and crafts as a pastime, and crocheting is the most… mindless one for me—for lack of a better word,” you both chuckled. “But it also keeps me from falling asleep when I commute alone. That’s why I mostly do it on the train,”

Taesan nods, his mind still processing what was happening.

“You go to Hybe U, right? Saw your ID,”

You looked down at your lanyard and held it. “Oh yeah. You?”

“I go to KOZ,” Your eyes light up in recognition as it’s the college not far from yours.

“We should—“ “If it’s—“ you both say at the same time.

Chuckling, Taesan gestures for you to go first.

“We should hang out some time… is what I was gonna say,” you smiled, looking at the boy beside you.

“Yeah, I’d like that. And I was gonna say that if it’s any help, I could wake you up at your stop,”

You frowned in confusion. “But you get off first,”

“It’s okay. I have time before class,” Taesan smiled shyly, unsure what to do with himself after making such an offer.

You looked away, realizing the boy wasn’t as intimidating as you thought.

“Well, I’ll hold you to that.”

BONUS:

True enough, by midterms season, you spent most of your train rides asleep on Taesan’s shoulder. You started falling asleep in the middle of crocheting more often to the point that you stopped carrying your projects altogether and opted to indulge in Taesan’s insistence.

The both of you were on the way home when he was reminiscing about his conversation with his friends earlier that day.

“Look at you. Who would’ve thought you out of all people would carry so many keychains on their bag?” Leehan commented after the boy in question mentioned how that first black cat keychain was apparently not even meant for him. You told him after a while that you gave it to him in the spur of the moment as an excuse to talk to him.

“Yeah, it’s kinda funny seeing you in your band shirts then you turn around and suddenly there’s a bunch of colorful animals and characters. Personally, I really like the Sanrio ones,” Sungho said teasingly. “Plus the way I just know it’s you when you enter a room because your bag is so noisy,”

“It’s not funny, Y/N made them! The plastic ones they also got for me,” Taesan blurted in faux offense, smiling and internally agreeing with the older boy.

“Yeah no, it’s cute actually,” Sungho said before bursting into laughter.

“Then ask Y/N for one. Actually no, don’t do that,” his friends chuckled at him.

“Then make one for me,”

“You know, I’ve already asked them to teach me. But I sucked so bad, and Y/N fell asleep while waiting for me.” Taesan chuckled while recalling the first time you hung out at the library.

“Man, he’s got it pretty bad.”

© woobly, 2025. all rights reserved.

[fear-less]

₊˚⊹˚ 𐙚 she ignored my letter!

pairing: james potter x f!reader

➥ In which, James writes you a love letter and hides it into your luggage carrying your clothes, not knowing he put it in a pocket you never open.

Warnings: angst, fluff, james pov, this inspired by awae (aka the best show ever)

a/n: heyyy... i had sm fun writing this, can't wait to write the rest of this bc i literally LOVE anne with an e and this is inspired by it ofc!!!! anyways, im barely writing now..smh, its cause im reading manacled and its literally heart breaking... im also editing on ae and its so hard so im slowly learning😭 but i want to finish this mini series by next week!!

series masterlist ! - divider creds: i-mmaculatus & dollywons

James had liked you for a while now. He wasn’t quite sure when it started—maybe it was the way you laughed at his jokes, always the loudest in the room. Or perhaps it was when he’d catch you staring at him, your gaze lingering just a bit too long, thinking he was too distracted to notice.

With the Christmas holidays fast approaching, James knew he had to make a move. He had to let you know how he felt. If you didn’t feel the same, maybe the time apart over the holiday would make it less awkward. But he couldn’t let another term slip by in silence.

Knowing your love for all things old-fashioned, James decided there was no better way to confess his feelings than through a handwritten letter. It felt personal, genuine—something you’d appreciate. But writing it turned out to be harder than he imagined.

He’d written and discarded at least a dozen drafts, each one crumpled and tossed aside in frustration. Finally, after half an hour of agonizing over the perfect words, he settled on this version. It was short, straightforward, and sincere:

Dear, (Y/N)

I don’t know how to say this without sounding like a complete idiot. I’ve tried a hundred times, and every single attempt has been worse than the last. So here’s the truth—I’m hopelessly in love with you.

You’ve probably guessed I’m not great at being subtle. But what I’ve never been able to say outright is how much you mean to me. The way you laugh, the way your nose scrunches when you’re concentrating—Merlin, you make it impossible to focus on anything else. I want you to know that you’ve made me braver, happier, better. If you don’t feel the same, that’s okay—I just needed to get this off my chest.

Yours, James

He sighed deeply, folding the letter carefully before slipping it into an envelope. Your name was written on the front in his slightly shaky handwriting. Taking a steadying breath, he tucked it into the inside pocket of his robes. He’d leave it somewhere you’d find it tomorrow, just before you both left for the holidays.

As he lay awake that night, James tried to figure out the best way to deliver the letter. Should he hand it to you directly? No, that was too nerve-wracking—he’d probably end up babbling like an idiot. Maybe he could slip it into your bag and avoid the risk of witnessing your reaction.

The morning was crisp, the kind of cold that painted your cheeks red and sent little clouds of breath swirling in the air. On the platform, the train sat waiting, puffing out plumes of steam that mingled with the frosty air. It was alive with the sound of students saying goodbye and dragging their luggage over the cobblestones.

James walked beside you, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. He was doing his best to appear casual, though every step he took felt heavier with the weight of the letter in his robe.

“Let me take that for you,” he blurted suddenly, nodding toward your luggage.

You blinked, surprised by the offer, but your lips curved into a warm smile. “Oh, thanks, James. That’s really sweet of you.”

He shrugged, trying to play it cool, but his ears turned a telltale shade of pink at your words. “What kind of bloke would I be if I didn’t help you out?” he mumbled, his voice tinged with nervous humor.

The two of you chatted as you strolled toward the train. You told him about your plans for the holidays—how you were excited to see your family, how your mum always made far too much food, and how you couldn’t wait to decorate the tree. James listened intently, nodding and laughing at all the right moments, even as his mind raced ahead to the task at hand.

Then, his opportunity came.

You turned away for a brief moment, waving at one of your friends across the platform. James acted quickly, pulling the envelope from his pocket and slipping it into the outermost compartment of your bag. His fingers brushed the fabric for only a second, but it felt like an eternity.

His heart was hammering so loudly he was certain it could be heard over the clamor of the platform. He straightened up just as you turned back to him, completely oblivious to what had just transpired.

“Thanks again for carrying that,” you said with a smile, your eyes meeting his.

James gave a small, lopsided grin and shifted your bag on his shoulder. “Anytime,” he replied, his voice steady despite the storm of nerves swirling inside him.

As the train’s whistle blew, signaling it was time to board, James knew there was no turning back now. All he could do was wait—and hope that when you found the letter, you’d read it and understand the words that had taken him so long to say.

It had been days since you’d left for the holidays, and James still hadn’t heard from you. Each passing day only worsened the sinking feeling in his chest.

Did you not feel the same? Did you hate him for ruining the friendship? Or worse, were you so disgusted by his confession that you couldn’t even bear to send him a letter saying so?

By Christmas morning, the knot of worry in James’s stomach had become unbearable. He’d stopped pacing and pretending not to care. He spent the early hours staring at the window, waiting for an owl that seemed as though it would never come.

But then, just as the first rays of sunlight streamed through his frosted window, he saw it—a familiar owl perched outside, clutching a small envelope in its talons. His heart leapt with a desperate flicker of hope. Maybe you’d only just found the letter. Maybe you’d taken your time because you wanted to write something perfect.

James hurried to open the window, shivering as the cold air rushed in. The owl extended its leg, allowing him to untie the letter. “Thanks, mate,” James murmured, absently offering the owl a treat before it flew off into the winter sky.

His fingers trembled as he opened the envelope, eager to see your handwriting. But his heart sank the moment he read the first line.

“Happy Christmas, James!”

No mention of his letter. No response to his confession. Just a short, cheerful note wishing him a wonderful holiday and apologizing for not writing sooner. You explained that things had been hectic at home and promised to catch up with him soon.

James felt his chest tighten, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. The hope he’d been clinging to was slipping through his fingers.

You’d ignored his letter.

You’d chosen to act as though he’d never written it at all, as if he’d never poured his heart out on that piece of parchment.

James scoffed, his grip on the letter tightening. Fine, he thought bitterly. If you were going to pretend his confession didn’t exist, he could do the same.

He shoved the letter onto his desk, glaring at it as if it were the source of his frustration. Deep down, though, he knew the truth: he didn’t want to ignore you. He wanted to write back, to ask if you’d found the letter, to make sure you weren’t upset with him.

But pride was a stubborn thing, and James Potter wasn’t about to let his vulnerability show again—not now.

As the snow fell softly outside his window, James sat in silence, staring at the letter and wondering if he’d made a mistake by ever writing to you in the first place.

When it was time to return to Hogwarts, James made no effort to find you. Normally, he’d scan the platform, pretending it was a coincidence whenever his eyes landed on you. This time, he couldn’t bring himself to look.

He saw you anyway, just briefly—standing near your family, your face lit up with that familiar smile. His heart leaped in his chest, and his legs almost betrayed him, ready to stride over and say something, anything. But he stopped himself.

Instead, James turned sharply, mumbling a quick goodbye to his parents before heading onto the train. He didn’t want to see you—not now.

The walk through the train felt heavier than usual. He knew exactly where his friends would be—the same compartment they’d claimed since their first year—but it felt like an eternity to get there. When he finally slid open the door, the familiar faces of Sirius, Remus, and Peter greeted him.

“Oi, Prongs!” Sirius called cheerfully, but his grin faltered when James slumped onto the seat next to Peter with a loud huff.

James leaned his head back against the wall, closing his eyes. He could feel Sirius’s gaze on him, curious and probing.

“What’s got your wand in a knot?” Sirius asked, unable to resist.

“Don’t.” James’s voice was sharp, firm. It was rare for him to be in a foul mood, let alone snappish.

Sirius raised his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. I won’t say a word.”

The tension in the compartment was palpable. The train rattled on, and the usual chatter of the four friends was noticeably absent. Sirius kept stealing glances at James, who sat brooding, arms crossed. Peter fidgeted nervously, while Remus flipped through a book, clearly uncomfortable with the silence.

Finally, about an hour into the ride, James broke.

“She ignored my letter.” His voice was low, bitter, but it shattered the quiet like a hex.

The others exchanged looks before Peter spoke hesitantly. “She really ignored it?”

“Yes, Peter,” James snapped, his tone sharp enough to make Peter flinch. Realizing what he’d done, James sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s fine,” Peter mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

“Maybe she didn’t see it,” Remus offered, his tone calm and rational. “What if it got lost in her luggage? Or someone else found it and hid it? Maybe you gave her another piece of parchment? There’s always a chance—”

“Moony, no.” James cut him off, his voice strained. “I double-checked. It was the right letter, in the right spot. And who doesn’t check their trunk full of clothes over the holiday?”

“Maybe she doesn’t,” Sirius said with a shrug, trying to lighten the mood. “You know, women can be unpredictable. Maybe she’s got a secret stash for random letters in her trunk.”

“No, she checks,” James said with certainty. “I’ve slipped plenty of things into her luggage before, and she’s always found them. She just doesn’t fancy me back.” His voice cracked slightly at the end, but he forced a small, bitter smile. “And it’s fine. I’ll get over it. I always do, right?”

The compartment fell silent again, the weight of James’s words sinking in.

Sirius leaned forward, a flicker of frustration in his eyes. “It’s not fine, James. If she didn’t fancy you back, that’s one thing. But ignoring you? That’s—”

“Don’t,” James interrupted quietly, his gaze fixed on the floor. “Don’t make it worse, Padfoot.”

Sirius bit back a retort and leaned back in his seat, muttering under his breath.

The rest of the ride passed more comfortably, but the shadow of James’s disappointment lingered. His friends cracked jokes and told stories, trying to lift his spirits, but even when he laughed, it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Deep down, James wondered if he’d ever stop wishing that you’d read his letter and felt the same way.

Hours later, everyone had gathered in the Great Hall. The enchanted ceiling reflected the dusky evening sky, and the buzz of students catching up after the holiday filled the room. Normally, James would sit with Sirius to his left, you to his right, and Remus and Peter across from him. It was a familiar arrangement, one you’d fallen into without question.

But tonight, James broke the routine.

He subtly nudged Peter into the spot on his right before sitting down, leaving the space where you’d usually sit conspicuously empty.

You walked in a moment later, scanning the Gryffindor table until you spotted your usual group. But when you approached, your steps faltered. Peter sat where you always did, looking apologetic but saying nothing.

Your eyes darted to James, silently questioning him, but he avoided your gaze, his attention fixed stubbornly on his plate.

Confused, you looked to Remus for an explanation. Out of all the Marauders, he was the one you trusted most to give you a straight answer. But Remus only shrugged, his expression carefully neutral, though the twitch at the corner of his mouth hinted at discomfort.

You scoffed, your chest tightening. First, James ignored you all through the holiday, and now he didn’t even want to sit near you? Fine. If he wanted to sulk like a child, you weren’t going to beg for his attention.

Without another word, you turned on your heel and walked further down the table, sliding into a seat beside your other group of friends. You forced yourself to laugh at their jokes and join in their chatter, but your mind kept wandering back to James.

At the Gryffindor table, James’s eyes flicked toward you more often than he’d admit. Every time he saw you laughing with your friends, his stomach twisted.

“Why is she acting like I’m the one in the wrong?” James muttered under his breath, jabbing at a piece of roast potato with his fork.

“Maybe because you’re acting like a prat?” Sirius replied, his tone laced with amusement as he leaned closer.

James shot him a glare.

“Look, Prongs,” Sirius continued, dropping the teasing. “She doesn’t know what’s going on. You didn’t even give her a chance to explain, and now you’re sulking like a first-year who lost his chocolate frog cards.”

“Explain what? She ignored my letter, Padfoot. What’s there to explain?” James hissed, though his tone lacked its usual conviction.

Remus sighed, setting down his goblet. “Did it ever cross your mind that maybe she doesn’t even know what letter you’re talking about?”

James froze, his fork hovering mid-air.

“Just talk to her, mate,” Sirius said, giving James a nudge. “Or don’t. But if you keep this up, you’re only making it worse—for both of you.”

James huffed, slumping back in his seat. The truth was, he didn’t know if he had it in him to face you just yet.

From across the hall, you caught the way James’s shoulders sagged, and for a brief moment, you considered walking over. But pride held you in place. If James wanted to act like this, fine. Two could play that game.

You and James hadn’t spoken in what felt like weeks. The once effortless connection you shared had been replaced with an awkward silence that weighed heavily on you. It wasn’t just James—it felt like the whole group of Marauders had grown distant, their usual antics and inside jokes missing their spark when you were around.

You couldn’t shake the feeling that you’d done something to upset him. But what? You racked your brain for answers, replaying every interaction from the past few months. James had always been one of your closest friends—why was he acting so strange?

Charms class was the hardest part of it all. You always sat beside James, sharing notes, exchanging whispers, and stifling laughs when Professor Flitwick wasn’t looking. Now, you sat in the same spot, the chair next to you glaringly empty.

You tried to focus on the professor’s instructions, but your thoughts were louder than his voice. Scribbling aimlessly in your notebook, you hardly noticed when someone approached your desk.

“Are you alright?”

Startled, you looked up to see a boy with a blue-and-bronze tie standing beside you. His face was vaguely familiar—you’d seen him around in class but had never spoken to him.

“Yeah—yes, I’m fine,” you stammered, blinking in confusion. Why was he talking to you?

He gave a polite, slightly amused smile. “Well, can you move your stuff? I’m sitting here now. We’re partners for the project.”

“Oh!” Heat rose to your cheeks as you hurriedly shoved your books to one side. “Sorry about that. I didn’t realize.”

“No worries,” he said, settling into the chair beside you. “I figured you weren’t paying attention—no offense. But I was, so I’ll explain what Professor Flitwick said.”

You managed a small smile, relieved by his casual tone. “Thanks. That’s… helpful.”

While he began outlining the project details, your focus wavered, glancing at James out of the corner of your eye. He was across the room, seated next to a loud and enthusiastic partner who seemed to be trying desperately to get his attention. But James wasn’t listening.

His gaze was fixed on you.

There was a flicker of something in his expression—jealousy, maybe? Regret? Whatever it was, it made your stomach twist.

You quickly turned your attention back to your new partner, nodding along to his explanation, even if you weren’t entirely listening. You felt James’s eyes on you the entire time, but you refused to look back.

Across the room, James’s jaw clenched. His partner waved a hand in front of his face, snapping him out of his trance.

“Oi, Potter! Are you even listening?”

“Huh? Yeah, sure,” James muttered, though his eyes drifted back to you moments later.

He hated this—seeing someone else sitting beside you, making you smile when that used to be his seat, his job. But he didn’t know how to fix it. The letter. The silence. The way he’d avoided you. It all felt too big now, too messy to undo.

Still, James couldn’t stop watching you, his heart sinking further with every laugh you shared with your new partner.

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[luvyeni]

finally telling hyunjin what you want

𝓲𝓲 ㅤ𓈒ㅤ𓈒𓈒 ( 현진 x fem!reader )   ─── ❛ genre smut ⸝⸝ content warning. shy!reader. unprotected sex. word count. 0.6k 「 req? ⦂ yes/no 」 library  !

𝕼 ㅤ𓈒ㅤ𓈒 yeni’s note .ᐟ im gonna start doing longer fics i promise, these are just so much easier and i get more requests done .

you were always good at getting what you wanted from hyunjin without saying much — and it wasn’t like you couldn’t say anything; no , he wasn’t like that , he always made you feel like you had a say. it was just that you weren’t good at fully expressing yourself , but it seem like it didn’t matter with hyunjin because he knew when you needed something.

except now it seems like all his good sense was gone , because you had been expressing your need for him throughout the entire day but he just wasn’t getting it — you didn’t say much but the hints were dropping should’ve told him.

wearing his favorite outfit only got you a kiss on the cheek and a pat to the butt. sitting on his lap while he was watching tv was also a fail , he just wrapped his arms around you wanting to cuddle while finishing the film.

you even hinted at showering with him and he didn’t even pick up on that and he loves shower sex. you were so horny and he was acting so clueless , you didn’t know how long it was before you just … snapped. “hey muse.” he said seeing you walk into his art room. “hyune.” you wrapped your arms around his neck , watching him paint. “im just finishing up a painting , you hungry?” you smiled because he knew you so well. “we’ll order something in a minute.”

“that’s not it.” you said , he stopped , putting the paint brush down. “are you not feeling well?” he asked , you chewed on your bottom lip , the need for him intensifying. “what’s wrong?” he asked , now facing you , giving you a full look at him , which didn’t help at all. “baby look at me.” he grabbed your cheeks. “what’s wrong?”

“i need you.” you blurted out. “you need me?” he said , you squeezed his hand. “please.” it seems like the please finally made him realize. “oh you need me.” he smirked. “well how so?” he asked , tilting his head to the side. “um …” you stammered , his gaze making the ache in between your legs worse. “don’t worry princess , i know exactly what you need.” he stood up , holding your head. “come on , let’s go to the bedroom.”

“is this what you wanted?” he had your legs pressed against you in a mean mating press; his cock stuffed inside you. “ye-yes , please.” you cried out as he plowed into you softly. “it feels so good.” you moaned , he cooed down at you. “does it?” he smiled. “you like my cock stretching you out like this?” you nodded. “ye-yeah.”

his cock filling you up, kissing your cervix over and over and he held open your legs , using his thumb to trace circles on your clit. “hyune please.” you begged , you don’t know for what , but you wanted more — no you needed more. “come on, use your words like you did before.” he slowed down his movements so you could feel all of him. “what do you need from me muse?”

“m-more , hyune.” you moaned out. “i need more.” he smiled , feeling your warm cunt fluttering around him , sucking him like a vice. “fuck , good girl.” he hissed , speeding up. “using your words , what happened to the shy girl who could barely look at me?” he hit that spot inside you that had you screaming out loudly. “so fucked out pretty , so so pretty; you gonna cum?” you nodded. “go ahead and cum.” with his permission you were cumming. “fuck im cumming.” he let out a huff , then a groan; filling you up with his seed. “hyune.”

he kissed your cheek softly. “so cute baby.” you covered your face shyly. “stop it.” he giggled. “no don’t hide your pretty face , let me see.” he grabbed both your hands , pulling them away. “good girl.”

“now let me eat your pretty pussy for being such a good girl for me.”

©️LUVYENI

[noodlemoondle]

You Always Come First

(No matter how upset I am)

Zayne x Reader

summary: you and zayne have a small spat over you neglecting your health. as a result of it, you decide to sleep on the couch, not wanting to bother/upset him even further. randomly waking up in the night, you notice you’re no longer alone on the couch and do everything you can to get the doctor back in bed before he’s sore for his shift tomorrow.

tags: not proofread!, hurt/comfort? (i didn’t rlly include the hurt part of it so im not too sure), fluff, literal sleeping together, caring n sweet zayne (when is he not), self indulgent per usual

a/n: bro tumblr is REALLY testing my patience. why is it so dumb with everything i try to post. it’s literally why i haven’t posted a fic in a while. i can’t take this much longer i may crash out soon. anyway, as always hope u enjoy! (⁎˃ᴗ˂⁎)

side tangent: i actually have been so obsessed with caleb. it’s actually a problem. i have been loyal to zayne this entire time and i’ve been playing since release, but caleb is REALLY testing it. lord i’m a sucker for the protective n caring childhood friends to lovers trope (¯―¯٥) (id expect a caleb fic soon tbh if tumblr wants to stop hating me and making my life so difficult)

the fight was stupid. you were neglecting your health once again not taking your medicine, not resting, and ignoring doctors specific orders. zayne often could never say no to you, he always spoiled you and gave into any of your requests. the only time he was stern and stubborn was when it involved your health, that he doesn’t and will never budge on. you often lacked care for your health, pushing it to the back burners of your mind and often calling zayne dramatic saying “you knew yourself and your limits”. something zayne wasn’t particularly fond of. he confronted you about your recent negligence of your health and both of your stubbornness in your beliefs led to an argument.

it’s been an hour or 2 since it ended though. zayne left to your shared bedroom, most likely to do some work, while you stayed out in the living area, trying to distract yourself from the anger turning to sadness and guilt in your heart. you ended up deciding to just sleep on the couch tonight not wanting to bother him after an argument. you grabbed an extra pillow and thin blanket from a nearby closet and put on a random show so you wouldn’t have to fall asleep listening to your own thoughts. soon enough you were able to relax and fall into a slumber.

you don’t know how long it’s been since you fell asleep. you hear the tv still on as you slowly wake and become aware of your surroundings. once you can see clearly, that’s when you realize you were laying on top of zayne previously using his chest as a pillow unbeknownst to you. he has been peacefully sleeping on the couch with you for who knows how long. as you sat up in a panic you also notice a thicker, softer blanket, one you have preference for, falling off of your shoulders. instantly guilt is washed over you as you look at zayne, who is a somewhat light sleeper, somehow still deep in his sleep. you swallow quickly as you build confidence to wake him up.

you lean closer to his face which was awkwardly propped up by the couch’s arm rest, a position that you couldn’t imagine to be anywhere near comfortable. you lightly tap his shoulder and call his name trying to wake him up. soon enough he does, opening his eyes to see you staring back at him, the faintest smile appears on his face at the sight, almost forgetting of the spat you two shared earlier. before he could even say anything you scold him:

“why are you here? i was sleeping on the couch tonight. you have work early in the morning go back to bed and go to sleep.”

“couldn’t have you sore in the morning” he answers calmly releasing a small yawn in the process.

“neither can you! you have a long shift starting early tomorrow. i’ll be fine just go back to bed.” you quickly rebutted trying to push him off the couch, something that you didn’t have the strength to do, but nevertheless you persisted.

“i can get through a shift with an achy neck, however you can not.” he replies as he softly grabs your hands that are trying to shove him away back to bed.

“i know i’ll be fine. i’ll live to see another day. now go back to bed already!” you say. your voice getting louder as you’re starting to get frustrated trying to break out of his soft grasp.

“will you be joining me?” he asks softly not letting go of your wrists that keep trying to fight against him.

“no, i’m sleeping on the couch!” your voice raising above the tv still playing in the back illuminating the room.

“then it seems like i shall too” he states as he frees your wrists and pushes you back onto his chest, laying the blanket over you both.

before you can even think of a response zayne wraps his arms around your torso and closes his eyes to fall asleep once again, to which you quickly flick his chest to wake him back up. he opens his eyes again and looks down at you with an unamused expression.

“why won’t you just let me sleep here alone?” you ask in a tone he can’t quite place, nevertheless he can hear the slight amount sorrow that came along with it.

“i already told you, i can’t have you go into work tomorrow with a sore neck and back.” he says closing his eyes again despite your wishes against it.

“if you don’t wish to be with me tonight then i’ll sleep on the couch and you can take the bed” he continues. his arms involuntarily tighten ever so slightly around you showing how much he doesn’t want that.

“but i also told you!!! you can’t sleep on the couch, you have a few surgeries to complete, and you have to be in your best shape to do so.” you try to push up against his arms wrapped around you, another pointless action.

zayne sighs and opens his eyes again to look at you before speaking.

“well then you have two options. one, we both move over to the bed to sleep. or two, i sleep here and you sleep over in the room. my job isn’t physically taxing compared to yours, im not allowing you to go in if you don’t have a proper rest.”

he looks tired. you study his features before you respond to him. taking a moment to look at the eyebags under his eyes and a slight frustration growing in his face from this back and forth.

you sigh before answering “then to the bed we go”

a soft smile appears on zaynes face as he begins to get up. his neck slightly sore, but he wouldn’t reveal that to you. although it’s against your wishes, he lifts you up having you hold the blanket and pillow as he carries you back to bed.

he sets you down on your side of the bed, thinking you won’t necessarily want to be close with him tonight. not before tucking you in and kissing the top of your head whispering his love and goodnight wishes. as he gets into bed you turn to face him. once he fully lays down you scootch closer to him and grab onto the hem of his shirt. he instantly understands what you want and pulls you towards him, pressing you to his side as he wraps his arms around you.

he kisses your forehead once more and whispers

“we will continue our discussion after work tomorrow. goodnight, i love you.”

too tired to argue with him anymore you just nod your head against him replying quietly mouth squished against him making your words barely audible.

“goodnight, love you too”

[triptychgardener]

TT: So, any question?

GT: Just ask it, im already beginning to regret this little lightning round.

TT: Okay.

TT: Why are we not dating?

GT: Er... well.

GT: We never broke up, did we?

TT: We absolutely did.

TT: I distinctly remember talking to a dork wearing candy-colored suspenders and telling him that we were over.

GT: I cant quite remember that... those trickster drugs packed quite the wallop, huh!

GT: Except for you, mister straightedge.

GT: Anyways, if a breakup happened while one person was on a sugar high acid trip, did it really happen?

GT: Fine!

TT: Yes.

TT: You didn't answer the question.

GT: Cripes, dirk what kind of cockamamie question is that anyways?

GT: We arent dating because we arent! Youve never so much as asked me out to the sockhop, how would we be dating?

TT: Dude.

TT: We made out like, twice last month. 

GT: Oh for the love of, i was bored!!!

GT: A guy can only watch the nolan batman movies so many times before he decides its worth shoving his tongue down his best bros throat so hell pause the damn flick.

TT: I thought you liked movies! It's a comic book movie, it's Nolan, it's the perfect intersection of our two vibes.

GT: Well im not a fan!

GT: Now the schumacher films--

TT: Off topic again.

GT: Okay you want the truth dirk?

GT: I dont want to be playing second fiddle to your goddamn clone!

TT: 

TT: Hal?

GT: No the you thats squatting in my head YES OF COURSE ITS HAL!!!

TT: You're jealous. Of Hal.

TT: Of my autoresponder.

GT: Okay, first off you know damn well that he isnt just "your autoresponder." Self-centered much?

GT: And secondly, its not jealousy, its priorities!

GT: How can I expect to date a guy who spends so much time monitoring his robotic mirror self?

GT: I can barely get the time of day from you sometimes i swear.

TT: Come on, I'm not that bad.

TT: I just have to keep a consistent watch on him to make sure he's not turning 9000 on me.

TT: And anyways, if anything Hal would be the side chick.

GT: Wow gee dirk well let me just yank down my bloomers and get busy then!

GT: You really know how to make a lady feel special. Nothing makes a gal feel like a million bucks than being assured that no, the *other* girl is the side-hussy!

TT: I.

TT: Am going to go.

TT: I have things to do.

GT: I dont think hal likes being called a thing anymore!

TT: GOODBYE!!!

[ghostgirl-22]

i like the idea of patrick giving art hickeys. art lies to the other guys on the team, says they’re from various girls but everyone knows the truth. maybe patrick even tells them when art isn’t around

I like that idea too actually, thank you for sharing anon<33

(Whoa im not even gonna edit this…good luck everyone!)

CW: 18+ !NSFW! The S/m part of bdsm, if you squint

—-

Art bruises easily. It really shouldn’t be something that turns Patrick on…but it is. He bruises so, so easy. Every time Patrick thinks about it, his dick gets a little hard. Fingerprints on his waist, bite marks his shoulders, hickeys on his throat. He’s not sure if Art really believes him anymore when Patrick says he’s not doing it on purpose.

God.

It’s so fucked up but he barely has to do anything, barely has to bite, barely has to squeeze and little pink-purple marks bloom vividly everywhere. The bruises don’t even stick around, they’re fading almost as easy as they come. Turning pale pink as the blood beneath them disappates before they turn white and disappear. But when they’re there, when they’re fresh, it’s so fucking delicious.

Especially because Art is so goody goody, so strait laced, so careful and controlled and put together. Patrick kinda loves just unraveling him. Sex so good that it makes him forget how to behave himself. Forget they’re doing it in public, forget his grandma is down the hall, forget all decorum. Mostly he forgets to make Patrick stop sucking visible evidence that he’s not a perfect angel into his skin.

Sometimes it’s so obvious… like the other day in class when their English professor noticed “fun night last night?” And then his ex girlfriend noticed. She scrunched her nose up irritated. Patrick can’t help it, he was giddy watching Art try to hide it the rest of the day. Skin all flushed, anxious that everyone was aware of what he’s been up to.

He gets so anxious for it, tells Patrick he’ll mark him back if he doesn’t stop. Patrick promises he will. But it’s not his fault…Art is just so fragile. Especially when he’s… pressed up against the wall taking Patrick’s cock because he couldn’t wait for the bed. Or when he’s on his knees in the back of the movie theater swallowing as much as he can while Patrick’s running his popcornbutter covered fingers through golden blond curls. Patrick doesn’t even mean to mark him. Not really. He just kinda wants everyone to know that this is his.

Patrick’s favorite thing is when their teammates tease Art about it.

It’s one of the last nights of an away tournament and most of the varsity team has gathered in Everett Moore and Lindsay Jefferson's hotel room, because Lindsay happens to be number one singles player and team captain (and he also happens to come from the richest family on campus. One doesn’t necessarily have to do with the other but Patrick knows he’s technically a better player. Hell, Art might even be better but that’s neither here nor there). When they meet up, someone usually sneaks in alcohol or weed and they watch movies or play music, while shooting the shit and discussing previous and upcoming matches and opponents.

They’re all spread out across the room, on the floor, on the beds. The tv is on with the volume low, red solo cups all over the place and two bottles of rum and three two liters of Pepsi are on the dresser. Along with three nearly empty boxes of pizza and a stack of unused paper plates.

As a team they often pick on each other, it’s not just Art. But Patrick’s favorite is when the attention shifts to Art because he gets even more interesting than he already is.

“Donaldson, that one looks fresh?” It’s Scott Jefferson, Lindsay's little (by 10 months) brother, normally everyone blows him off because he’s the youngest on the team. But Lindsay is amused.

“It does look like a new one, who’s been kissing you?” He chimes in.

Art waves it off. “Uh it’s not that new… you just couldn’t see it under the um… my uniform.” He lies. Because it is new, brand, brand new. Patrick did it last night when Art crawled into his bed because the air conditioner wasn’t working and it was too hot. Then it got hotter. They had to take a cold shower after. Art was all pouty when he noticed it in the morning.

“This one is fading, time for a new one,” Alex Kim, who’s right next to Art on the floor, touches at what Patrick knows is a sensitive spot. Art squirms and shifts his shoulder up towards his ear. Alex bites down on a smile and scoots closer to him.

”I thought Shannon broke up with you,” Everett points out, from his spot next to Patrick on the bed.

“She did, I’m— I’m seeing another girl. She’s—“Art gestures vaguely. “She doesn’t go to MRTA.”

“Where does she go?” Someone else asks.

“Yeah who’s this mystery girl, she’s a bit of a freak isn’t she? Marking you up,” Patrick chimes in, grabbing another slice of pizza and then settling back on his spot on the bed.

Art glares at him and then rolls his eyes. “Piney Brook, the all girls school.” He says and he takes another drink.

“What’s her name? One of us might know her,” Alex asks. He’s trying to poke at the hickey and Art shrugs him away. Patrick knows Alex is one of a handful of their teammates who would fuck Art if he got the chance. And maybe it’s because Patrick’s jealous, maybe it’s because he’s a little possessive (he can’t stop leaving little marks all over Art after all) but he told Alex about it, Alex and his doubles partner and roommate, Corey. Corey who cant keep his big fucking mouth shut to save his life. So everyone already fucking knows. But they love to tease Art anyway. See if he’ll admit it.

“She’s- she’s new, I doubt any of you losers would know her,” Art continues to lie.

“Is she here now? Or did you cheat on her?” Callum Harrington pipes up. “Cause that definitely wasn’t there yesterday.”

“He’s a fucking cheat,” Alex teases and Corey snorts a laugh.

“I didn’t cheat,” Art’s cheeks are pinkening, god, Patrick can feel himself getting hard, he’s gonna give him another one. “What about you, Harrington? You had a big one a few weeks ago.” Art says, deflecting.

“When my girl does it, she lets me borrow her make up to hide it. But mostly it’s me sucking hickies on her neck,” Callum says.

“Please, look how pale he is, he probably gets kissed and then it’s turning red,” Everett points out.

“Or poked,” Alex teases, nudging him. Art hiccups, nudging him back playfully before he takes another drink, determinedly not looking in Patrick’s direction.

“You want another hickey, Donaldson? I could give you plenty.” The openly gay kid Jesse Newman asks.

That makes a couple of them laugh and Jesse smirks in Patrick’s direction.

“Guys, come on,” Art says, uncrossing his legs. “Can we talk about something else, I don’t want to um… she’s really private.”

“Private but she’s claimed you publicly,” Lindsay smirks.

“I just… I do bruise a lot. Wait um— you mean this right?” He touches the hickey. “I actually just slept bad that’s nothing.”

“Oh I bet you sleep bad a lot,” Jesse says.

“I do kinda,” Art says, shyly.

“Does he, Zweig?” Lindsay asks.

“Oh absolutely,” Patrick smirks and a few of the guys chuckle.

Art is clearly relieved when the topic shifts away from hickies to Jesse’s birthday party. He’s still flushed for the alcohol, drinks way too much and lets Alex massage a cramp in his calf. All while making these soft little relieved moaning sounds that no one else probably notices but are driving Patrick crazy. Sounds Alex will probably run home and masturbate to. And he wonders why Patrick needs to mark him. He probably thinks Patrick’s not paying attention because he’s talking a lot but he’s always paying attention to Art.

It’s when someone inevitably rents a porno off HBO and Lindsay and Everett get pissed because they’ll likely be in trouble with the coaches, is when the party ends. And Patrick’s guiding Art back to their room, Art is silly drunk and horny. Doesn’t even pretend to get in his own bed. Just climbs in with Patrick. And he sighs contentedly, his body all sticky wet with lube and come as Patrick licks and nibbles at his throat, a new one already blooming.

[heartsforvin]

RUN FOR THE HILLS

this one’s been in my notes for a minute, excited to bring it to life !! it might be long so be ready !!

pairing: fwb!vinnie hacker x fem!reader

warnings: angst, smut, cussing, use of pet names, arguing, manipulating, toxic relationship, toxic!vinnie, praise kink, if i missed anything lmk !

summary: you thought the friends with benefits relationship with vinnie would become something more, it seemed clear. to him, it wasn’t nothing but the benefits

you were in a bad place, a bad relationship at that. you and vinnie had started a friends with benefits agreement months ago, and for while everything was going great.

until one day the he just snapped. he became more toxic, more manipulative with you.

in your head you knew you had to get out of this situation, but you were too attached, too obsessed with the blonde to even really think straight.

essentially, you started to fall for him, and you knew it wasn't right. the toxicity was one of the main things that wasn't right, but you just couldn't run away from him.

he was manipulative with you, and for while you didn't even notice it. nothing ever got physical between the two of you, just the way he manipulated you was enough for it to be awful.

one minute the two of you are screaming and fighting, and the next, you’re in his bed.

he was almost like a drug, you were addicted to him. the sweet words he’d say, the way he’d touch you, almost everything he did held you captivated.

you knew he was leading you on, but something about the attention he’s giving you was enough to make you stay.

you wanted something more, wanted to be his. that was before he started showing the toxic, manipulative side of him however.

so now, here you are, in his apartment fighting with him yet again.

“are you scared of commitment, is that it?” you ask, tone harsh.

vinnie sighs, running a hand through his hair. he doesn’t know what he wants. he wants you, that’s for sure.

“i don’t know,” he says quietly to where you almost can’t hear him. “i just… you’re just..” he stumbles over his words.

crossing your arms over your chest, you glare at him. “i’m just what?” you ask.

the blonde huffs out of frustration, not knowing how to express his feelings.

“you can’t keep putting me through this.” you say quietly but loud enough to be heard.

vinnie looks up at you. “putting you through what?” he asks.

you scoff. it was obvious what he was doing, if you knew it, it was definitely obvious.

“the toxicity of this!” you shout. “manipulating me, thinking i’m going to be something to you when you know im just a body for you.”

you watch as he clicks his tongue, almost mocking your words in his head. he comes closer to you, putting his arms around your waist.

yours instinctively go around his neck, smiling up at him as they do. you don’t know what it is about him that just makes you melt everytime his hands are on you.

“this feels right, yeah?” he asks in a low tone, making a shiver run down your spine.

he watches you nod. “words, baby.” he tells you, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“it feels right.” you tell him.

vinnie smiles, leaning down to kiss your cheek softly. “it does.” he says again.

you nod, being captivated by his touch and soft words. you look up at him and smile, his eyes staring back at you.

why was someone so bad for you also so good to you but in the wrong way possible?

“i’m sorry.” you whisper after moments of silence.

vinnie shakes his head, his hand coming up to your jaw, stroking it gently. “it’s okay, you didn’t mean it, i know you didn’t.”

his soft words blocked out the same manipulative ones. the same ones he just spoke.

you lean into his touch and smile at him again. “you wanna know somethin’?” you hear him ask.

humming, you wait for a response. “you’re hot when you get mad,” he chuckles softly. “makes me wanna make you mad all the time just to get a rise ‘outta you.”

you chuckle softly. “hm,” you hum. “you saying you get turned on seeing me mad?”

vinnie nods, smirk growing on his face. “exactly, and there’s only one way to fix that.”

you smile. “yeah, what’s that?” you tease.

vinnie hates when you tease him, he can’t stand it. it makes him feel like he’s less in control.

“don’t do that.” he warns.

you smile at him. “do what, baby?” you ask ever so innocently.

he huffs. “you know what. you know i don’t like that, and if you keep it up i won’t let you have the one thing you want.”

you know he’s serious, but his tone almost makes you laugh. vinnie glares at you for a minute before speaking.

“don’t make me do it.” he warns, making your smirk turn into a straight face.

the two of you stand there for a minute before vinnie leans in and presses his lips to yours. your arms go around his neck again while his grip your waist.

it was wrong, you knew you needed out of this, out of all of it. something about this though felt so right.

so wrong, but so right.

you feel the two of you move back to the couch, vinnie pushes you onto it before getting on top of you, kissing you once more.

it turns more aggressive, more heated, and fast. your hands move up to his hair, tugging slightly, making him groan into your mouth.

he moves his hips, pressing them down into yours which makes you moan softly into his mouth.

he smiles against your lips before moving to your neck, sucking and biting, creating dark bruises.

your grip on his hair becomes tighter each time he sucks a bruise onto your skin.

“vinnie,” you whisper out as he continues to leave marks on you. “baby.”

he hums against your skin before pulling away. “you want me, sweetheart?” he asks in a teasing tone.

he knows you do, but wants to hear you say it anyways.

“yes, please.” you say, it comes out more as a beg than a statement.

he moves his hand down your body, stopping once he reaches your pants. “yeah?” he teases again.

all you can do is nod. the need growing each passing minute. you have no doubt he’ll be able to see your wetness all over your panties once he takes your jeans off.

he smiles. “can i take these off?” he asks, to which you nod.

he takes your pants off, throwing them somewhere in the room before his hand makes contact with your thigh.

you watch as his hand moves closer to where you need him. once he reaches the waistband of your panties, you watch as he moves farther down.

a strangled moan leaves your lips when his middle finger rubs against you through your panties.

vinnie looks up at you and chuckles. “you like that, princess?” he asks.

you nod. “yes.” you say breathlessly.

he hums, continuing his movements. “maybe i should just do this, seems like you’ll be able to cum in no time.” he teases.

you whine, shaking your head. “no?” he asks. “you were such a bad girl though, yelling at me earlier.”

his tone is mocking, condescending almost, you can hear it. whining, you shake your head again.

“please, i’ll be good.” you tell him.

vinnie bites the inside of his cheek, his finger never stopping its movements against you. “you’ll be good, huh?”

you nod. “please,” you beg. “i promise i’ll be good for you.”

he hums, stopping his movements, making you whine at the loss of contact. “you promise?” he asks.

nodding, you reply, “i promise. please, vinnie.” you beg him again.

he smiles, hand moving up your panties until he reaches the waistband again. “m’gonna take these off and give you what you want, okay?”

you nod, biting your lip to suppress noise.

once they’re off, he tosses them somewhere before looking back down at you. “so pretty.” he mumbles.

you smile, but then tug at his shirt, making him look at you. “use your words, sweetheart.” he reminds you.

“can you…can you take yours off?” vinnie chuckles at your question and you duck your head, feeling dumb for asking.

you watch him stand up and remove his shirt, then pants and boxers with them.

he leans back down and pulls you up to remove your shirt and bra as well, lying you back down on the couch.

you hiss at the feeling of him rubbing against you as he lays down again. “you gonna be a good girl f’me, right?” he asks again.

you nod. “yes.” you whisper.

vinnie smiles, leaning up to kiss your cheek. “good,” he whispers. “you ready?”

he doesn’t really give you time to respond before he’s inside you. he’s hovering over you, the chain he decided to wear that day dangling right in your face as his pace picks up.

you grip onto his shoulders as you clench around him, making him moan softly at the feeling.

“feel s’fuckin’ good, princess.” he grunts as he looks down at you.

you smile, or try to the best you can since the pleasure takes over. you look down and see vinnie’s hand reach for your chest, squeezing your right breast, making you moan and clench around him more.

profanities leave the blondes lips as he feels you tighten around him, his pace quickening.

“it’s like you were made for me,” he rasps. “prettiest girl in the world.”

it’s probably the heat of the moment, but something in you feels warm and fuzzy when he says that.

he’s only said that a handful of times, and each time you wish he truly meant it.

maybe he did and it was just your mind telling you didn’t. or maybe the manipulation has really gotten to you.

“vinnie,” you whimper as you feel him hit a good spot. “shit.”

he chuckles softly. “bein’ such a good girl f’me, sweetheart,” he rasps. “always so good for me.”

all you can do is nod and bite your lip to not let too loud of sounds slip from you.

“let it out, princess,” he grunts. “wanna hear who makes you feel this good.”

you do as he says. the minute his hand reaches down and you feel his thumb rub tight circles on your clit, you’re moaning loudly.

“that’s my girl.” he praises with a smile.

he knows you’re close, so he keeps his thumb right where it’s at. “be a good girl and cum for me, baby.”

you whine again, clenching around him at his words and at the feeling of everything.

before you have time to warn him, you’re cumming around him with a moan of his name.

vinnie helps you ride out your high before finishing right behind you.

the two of you lay there for a minute before he gets up and puts his clothes back on.

you do the same, feeling a little sad at the fact there was no real aftercare, but there never really was with him.

“why don’t you do aftercare?” the words spill out of you before you can even process what you’re saying.

you’ve always wanted to ask but never got the courage to, you guessed now was your time.

“what?” vinnie asks after a few moments.

you fix your hair and sit on the arm of the couch, still needing to clean up the cushions.

“why don’t we ever just relax a minute, you know? put on a movie, cuddle?” you ask.

vinnie laughs. “you know i don’t do that shit,” he says coldly. “you’ll get attached if i do.”

you scoff. here it comes again, the fighting. “i’ll get attached?” you ask, repeating his words.

he crosses his arms over his chest. “come on, you know you would. i’m not that kind of guy anyways.”

“it’s basic human decency after sex,” you say in a stern tone. “are you serious?”

he looks at you and you hate the way he does. he’s getting angry, you’re getting under his skin.

“it’s not that big a deal,” he scoffs. “i don’t need you gettin’ attached and wanting to be with me other than sex. isn’t that all this is?”

you can’t help but feel a stab to your heart at his words. you wanted it to be more, his words, his actions, made it seem like it’d be more.

“i guess.” you mumble quietly.

vinnie scoffs. “see? this is exactly what i mean.” he says.

“what?!” you ask, throwing your hands in the air. “i’m sorry i want just the tiniest bit of aftercare, im sorry you can’t give that to me. maybe i should just go.”

vinnie bites the inside of his cheek. “maybe you should,” he says quietly. “maybe i shouldn’t have started this with you. it’s clear you’re already getting attached.”

all you do is walk past him and shove his shoulder as you grab your things. this isn’t what was supposed to happen.

“you keep manipulating me, thinking we can be more than just whatever we are,” you sigh. “i can’t handle it. i can’t handle your stupid words, your touches. it’s too toxic, vinnie.” you explain.

he sighs, running a hand through his hair. “so what? you wanna end it?” he asks.

you finally turn around to face him. “i wanna end it.” you tell him.

vinnie nods. “okay, it’s over then. everything. no more touches, no more kissing, no more sex. it’s all done.” he says.

you nod, trying to keep your cool. “alright,” you sigh. “this is goodbye then.”

vinnie nods, opening the door for you and holding it. “this is goodbye.” he repeats quietly.

you nod your head before stepping out of his apartment. you hear him shut the door and that’s when you let all your emotions out.

it was clear he only wanted one thing while you wanted everything.

finally getting this out !!! sorry it took so long, was tryna figure out how i wanted it to go

i hope you all enjoyed though !!!

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[carlosainzgf]

okay now im waiting for the player 246 bathroom scene🙂

bathroom

park gyeong seok x fem!reader (smut. i mean the title speaks for itself)

(kind of a part 2 of ‘a comforting presence’ but it can be read individually aswell)

the night crippled in, but unfortunately for you the slumber decided not to show you any signs of life. you jumped down from your bed and slowly walked towards the bathroom.

gyeong seok, who was sleeping on the bed next to yours heard you get up.

he held your wrist and said “where you going?”

“i need to use the bathroom.”

“i’ll come with you. it’s not safe to go alone.”

his hand moved from your wrist to your waist, keeping a soft grip on you.

after almost begging the guards to open the door you managed to convince them.

when you got to the bathrooms you moved to open the women’s room’s door but gyeong seok did it for you. you thought he was just being a gentleman and holding the door for you but no. he slipped inside after you, making sure the guards didn’t see.

“what are you doing?”

“i’ll wait for you here. i don’t want you to be alone.”

he was like this ever since the night of the fight. always kept an eye and his hands on you.

you walked over to the sink to wash your face when you saw the blood stains all over your shirt. anything about blood made you want to vomit at this point. so you took your shirt off to wash it. before you could open the tap you heard gyeong seok gasp. you looked over to him through the mirror. he was staring. i mean, how could he not? a gorgeous women like you stood shirtless infront of him. even tho you were still in a bra he was fascinated.

“see something you like?” you teased him but he didn’t respond. he just walked closer to you and wrapped his arms around you from behind. he started peppering kisses on your shoulder and at the back of your neck.

you turned to face him. he held your face in his hands and looked at you as if he was asking for permission. you gave him a small nod and that was all he needed.

his hands on either side of your head as his lips devoured yours in the gentlest way possible. your hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him close. it was like you needed him to breath.

“i need you.” he sounded desperate and he meant what he said. this place made you miss the feeling, the touch and the warmth of someone else. and you needed him as much as he needed you.

you groped him from his sweatpants. when he started getting impatient you slipped his sweatpants and boxers down and take him in your hand. he was already half hard, and it only grew as you close your hand around it. you admire its length, its width, and most of all, you feel the way it throbbed for you as it grew in your hand. once he was fully hardened, you sped up your pace, moaning as you pleased him— were you trying to kill him?

he admires you, your returned with a flushed face staring back at him lustfully. he leans down, kissing down your neck. his touch was so sweet, feather light. every kiss was gentle, as if you were delicate. he kissed down your body, stopping at your chest. his eyes meet yours again, once again asking for permission. when you nod he takes your bra off. he trails his tongue around your nipple and plants a peck on the top, before taking your breast into his mouth while playing with the other.

you were both panting and moaning messes even with subtle touches. he moved away from your breasts and moved his hand lower. he slipped his hand in your sweatpants and toyed with your clit over you underwear. you wrapped an arm around his neck to ground yourself, your legs doing little to nothing to support you up at this point.

you let go of his dick to take you bottoms off. he wasted no time and got down on his knees. he grabbed your leg and placed it on his shoulder and got to work. he licked, nipped, sucked, kissed and fucked you with his tongue till you fell apart.

you pulled him up with urgency, needy to feel him in you. you pulled him into another kiss. he once again kissed you gently as if you were a porcelain doll that could break any second. you could taste yourself on his tongue.

“gyeong seok…make love to me.”

he grunted at your words. he suddenly picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. he opened the door to one stools and sat on the toilet with you on his lap. you rubbed your heat on his throbbing and leaking tip. he tipped his head back, moaning. you found this as an opportunity to leave open mouthed kisses on his neck.

he couldn’t wait anymore. he needed to be inside you. he gripped his length and positioned it at your opening as you worked your magic on his neck. he bucked his hips up and you lowered your ass, meeting in the middle. you both moaned loudly at the new found sensation. you hand moved up to tug at the hairs at the back of his neck.

his mouth was slightly agape without even realizing it. his hands resting on your hips, guiding you. you just looked so pretty bouncing on top of him he couldn’t help but stare. he moved away the hairs that were stuck to your face. your face contorted with pleasure while his cock hit all the right spots in your plushy walls. your eyes stared into his while you bit your lip. your tits were bouncing all up in his face and he loved it. the feeling of your pussy clenching around his cock and tits in his face and the intimacy of it all had him feeling like he was in heaven.

once he noticed you were growing tired and your movements got sloppy he started thrusting his hips up. “you feel so, good." he said, almost whining. his breathing quickened and so did his pace. you whined loudly, throwing your head back as his pace quicken.

you moved your hand down to your throbbing clit. "oh that's what you want? need me to play with you?" he asked, then reached down, move your hand away and processed to rub your clit with his thumb. he put light pressure and rubbed your clit. your moans grew louder. he kissed you, muffling your moans.

you clenched around him, as your climax built up, indicating you were close. gyeong seok took notice of the situation, tilting his head back to take in your beauty as you tangled your digits through his locks. his teeth grazed over your nipples, planting soft kisses afterwards to soothe away any pain. 

“come for me, beautiful.” that was all you needed to hear. you came moaning his name and clenching around him, almost suffocating his dick.

he came with you. how your eyes closed, how your mouth hung open, how you dug your nails onto his shoulders, how you sucked him impossibly deeper. it was all too much for him to bear. he hugged you by your waist as he painted your squishy walls white with his cum.

you both sat there, in each others arms as you calmed down. he put your hair behind your ears and placed a sweet kiss on your lips.

“let me take you out on a date when we get out of here.”

you smiled and nodded. but your heart ached when he said ‘when we get out of here’. because there was no promise of tomorrow. but if you do get out alive, you would more than love to go on a date with him. but you could think about that later. right now you were too busy with the gorgeous man underneath you.

𓍯𓂃𓍯𓂃𓍯𓂃𓍯𓂃𓍯𓂃𓍯𓂃𓍯𓂃𓍯𓂃𓍯𓂃𓍯

you ask and you shall receive 🫡

-love, a.

[izogf]

thank you so much @starryknight565 for the tag !! 🩷🩷 10 things for 10(ish) people you’d like to get to know better last song: i dont remember actually- i havent listened to anything for quite a while now but i rly enjoyed dangerous by bronze avery favorite color: pink and red<3 but i do enjoy all the other colors last book: i havent started reading yet this year last film: i watched love and monsters last week !! it was pretty good last tv show: im currently continuing one piece with my friend<3 we just finished fishman island sweet/savory/spicy: i like all, mostly savory, but i get rly bad sweet cravings a lot relationship status: do not wish to disclose last thing i googled: something about snow globe water HAHAHA current obsession: zoro<3 i think about him so much i dream about him every day- and also stardew valley looking forward to: about to make some big purchases in a few weeks (furniture and trinkets) so that keeps me going tagging (no pressure) @borzoi-gf @jparadox @atlasecrets @lovergirlmp3 @abageddon @4phr0d17e

10 things for 10(ish) people you'd like to know better

thanks @se7entyrell for the tag!

last song: spooky by dusty springfield (bc i'm on my 60s vibes shit — again)

favourite colour: any shade of blue!

last book: divine rivals, by rebeca ross (loved it! it's been a minute since i've read a book front to cover so fast)

last film: woman of the hour

last tv show: the consultant

sweet/savoury/spicy: savoury for food, bitter for drinks!

relationship status: single. forever.

last thing i googled: xo kitty season 2 date

current obsession: i've been watching any romcom that is recommended to me, old or new, good or trash.

looking forward to: start my new job, write a few more chapters for death defying acts and the tortured firefighters department, go out with my friends to celebrate

tagging: @munsonsreputation @live-love-be-unique

[motherearthlovesus]

road head - theo nott

content warning: 18+, exhibitionism, praise/degradation, oral (m receiving), semi-public, hair pulling, face fucking, head pushing, gagging, swallowing

"everyone is asleep" theo pleads, one hand on the wheel with the other on your thigh. "plus im getting a bit sleepy, maybe this will help me stay awake"

"theo i really don't see how giving you road head is any safer than falling asleep at the wheel" you retort.

with the windows down the sharp breeze sliced through the warm thick air characteristic of a car baking in the sun all day. your hair occasionally whipping in your face as your arm hangs over the side of the nott family mercedes benz.

you turn around, double-checking that enzo, blaise, draco and pansy were all still soundly asleep. after such a long day at the beach you were surprised you weren't sleepier.

"aww, how precious" you grab your phone to snap a picture of enzo and blaise asleep with their heads resting against each other's, their mouths agape. a photo you were sure would provide valuable blackmail in the future. pansy's sleeping head was resting gracefully upon dracos shoulder which was somehow rigid even when asleep - the antithesis to blaise and enzo.

so that theo didn't have to take his eyes off the road, you show him the photo. he let out a small chuckle but you could tell his mind was elsewhere.

"earth to theo, earth to theo" you drawl as you wave a hand in front of his face.

"sorry baby" he replies blinking "i was thinking about the faces you make when my face is buried in your pussy."

blushing, you shift to face him - you can't help but press your thighs together as you do so. with your back now pressing against the window, you keep one leg on the floor and stretch the other across to his lap. as your foot grazes his cock, your stomach flutters at the hard girth of it.

"someone's changed their mind, have they?" theo gloats with that cocky grin that has made your panties drop so many times before.

"well it is rather boring with everyone asleep back there" you crooned continuing to caress his cock with your foot.

"boring am i?" theo said, feigning insult.

"oh shush" you huffed rolling your eyes, the redness in your cheeks betraying your cool demeanour. "do you want me to suck or cock or not?"

"hold the wheel bambina" theo answered almost immediately.

you didn't have time to protest as he let go of the wheel to pull his shorts down to his knees freeing his massive, throbbing erection.

"you're insane, you know that?" you scoff, as he regains control of the steering wheel.

"you love it" theo purrs as you look into the back seat to check one last time. theo's ability to tease you had always been your undoing, and this moment was no exception.

you bend forward, your lips brushing over the tip of his cock in the lightest of kisses while you start to slowly stroke the length of his cock. he lets out a low groan of pleasure, his hips twitching slightly as you start to suck his cock with enthusiasm.

"cazzo" theo hisses, gripping the steering wheel tighter as he fights the urge to grab your head and force you down, to bury himself deep in your warm, inviting mouth until he hits the back of your throat.

"shh - eyes on the road," you whisper, glancing up at him with a wicked smile. drawing as much saliva into your mouth as you can, you take him further into your mouth, the car's engine purring steadily beneath you, blending with the rustling breeze from the open windows.

"you look so fucking hot with your lips stretched around me, baby"

theo's eyes snap back to the road, his jaw clenching tight. but your tantalising smile and the sensation of you taking him deeper, engulfing more of his aching length in the wet heat of your mouth, makes it nearly impossible for him to concentrate on anything but the pleasure radiating from his cock.

"that's it, puttana," he mutters, his voice sounding strained. "so fucking good."

the praise gives you a rush of satisfaction, encouraging you to hollow your cheeks and swirl your tongue along his length. unable to restrain himself, theo grips your hair tightly, holding you in place as he starts to grind his hips up into your face, forcing his throbbing cock deeper down your spasming throat. your eyes water and you gag silently, but he doesn't stop. if anything, your choking and sputtering only spurs him on.

he starts to pick up speed, fucking your face with quick, sharp thrusts. “merlin,” he hisses through clenched teeth, glancing briefly down at you before his gaze snaps back to the road. theo's cock throbs and pulses in your tight throat, swelling even larger before his release. "don't spill a fucking drop. drink down every bit of my cum like a good slut."

theo pushes your head down and holds it there, grinding his pelvis hard against your face as he explodes in your throat. his cock jerks and twitches, pumping thick, warm spurts of cum directly down your throat.

"that's my girl" theo said with a shudder, his hand gripping your hair tightly as he rode out his climax.

you swallowed every bit, savouring the salty tang and the satisfaction of seeing theo completely undone. as you pull back, you wipe the corner of your mouth with a smug smile, your eyes meeting his.

“still sleepy?” you tease, your voice light and playful.

theo’s laugh was hoarse, his eyes dark with lingering hunger as he reached over to squeeze your thigh. “not even close, bambina. but just wait until we get home. you’re not walking straight tomorrow.”

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would that be unrealistically loud & wake everyone up? yes. do i care? no.

im back?? i didnt plan on taking a hiatus but the new year period was just so draining i couldn't even put 3 words together.

i missed you all so much 😽 and as always comments & reblogs are greatly appreciated 🤍

[shikamarusgirll]

Please write either suna or sakusa smut im desperate🙏🙏🙏

DO IT AGAIN.

paring: Suna Rintarō x Reader

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ warnings: smut, needy!reader, fingering, teasing, praising, squirting, lowercase on purpose. ⋆⁺₊❅⋆

an: Suna’s so BAD, I’d be his whore, seriously.

“rin, please..” your begging was quiet, the shaky tone in your voice while your chest heaved up and down.

this position was so embarrassing to you.. made you feel so exposed with your back against the mattress and your legs being parted by Rintarō. his hands dragged under the hem of your skirt, that you purposefully didn’t wear underwear beneath, thumbs sliding briefly over your inner-thighs, so dangerously close to your aching cunt :(

he’s been messing with you for the past ten minutes.. you were throbbing so much that it almost hurt, your breath hitched when his middle finger found your slit, a shudder coming from you as he dragged his finger pad up and down your wetness, sliding just barley the tip of his finger inside.

“please what? use your words.” He commented back, light green eyes zeroing in on yours, meeting your desperate gaze. it was almost pathetic how bad you needed it, I mean, this was your fault anyway.. of course you knew better than to send him pictures of your clothed cunt with a damp spot right where your entrance lied. texting him that you needed him so bad and that you couldn’t cum on your own.

especially while he was away in Tokyo and couldn’t do anything about it.

but now that he’s back, he wanted to make you work for it, he knew that begging was something that made you feel a little.. embarrassed, but he also knew that if you really didn’t want to do it, you’d have used your safe-word by now.

but of course you didn’t. your hazy expression, cheeks flushed with the perfect amount of pink, laid out so pretty for him.

“I need your fingers.. inside me..” you panted, scooting your hips up to perhaps draw him closer. your eyes traveled down to his grey sweatpants, seeing the outline of his cock, you were desperate for it and he knew that. but you knew better than to ask for it since this was apart of your punishment, his fingers would be enough for now, and if he’s feeling generous, he may fuck you stupid after getting you stretched with his fingers.

“that wasn’t so hard, now was it?” Rintarō taunted, fully pushing his finger inside of you, feeling how your walls sucked him inside, just like he expected, causing him to let out a sigh of satisfaction, slowly pushing in his ring finger as his other hand grabbed onto your chin.

“keep your eyes on me, yeah? You’re so pretty baby..” He leaned forward, his soft lips barley grazing over yours before kisses onto your jawline, sucking on the soft skin to leave marks, the glint of his eyes never looking away from yours for even a second, intentionally speeding up his pace.

his fingers felt so full inside of you.. your moans and sobs echoing throughout his ears, your half-lidded eyes tried to stay on his, fluttering shut on occasion, but were quickly snapped back open when his fingers hit that gummy spot inside of you, clenching and pulsating around his digits while you grinded against his hand.

“S-Suna.. feels ‘s good..” the way you moaned out his name caused his cock to twitch from his sweatpants, his thumb circling slow circles onto your sensitive clit, the nub throbbing under his ministrations.

“fuck.. pleasepleaseplease, can I cum? I need it so bad..” your legs trembled, the way he whispered sweet nothings into your ear didn’t help, if anything, it only tightened the knot in your stomach. “go on, make a mess f’me..” he pulled himself away from your jawline, the hand that was on your chin soon caressing your face before sliding his thumb onto the wetness of your tongue.

your tongue grazed over his thumb, accepting it into your mouth, letting out a few more pleads of his name, even though he already granted you permission.. this felt different, more intense, a small stream of clear wetness coming from you, causing him to slowly pull his fingers out in awe, his thumb still circling over your clit to ride you out your orgasm as your cunt twitched, feeling the aftershocks.

you were never the squirter type, nothing ever made you feel good enough to where you had to do it— more specifically, you didn’t think you could do it. after coming to your senses and regaining some reality, you stared at the wet mess that coated his hand and the sheets beneath you.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t know that I could—“

“do it again, on my cock this time, mkay pretty?”

yeah, he’s gonna make you do that every time now.

[witchyliterature]

GOOD AND PLENTY; K.B

witchy tip

➤ sprinkling a pinch of black pepper into your bath water banishes negativity

cw: suggestive, implications of grinding (whoops), consent but kat is still under spell so

17. paulo osculum (written portion!)

m.list

an hour later, katsuki put the car into park as you were sleeping soundly in the passengers seat - this was a sight katsuki could get used to.

you’re cute little snores and your peaceful expression all while your cheek was squished against the car door you slept against made katsuki’s heat beat three times faster than normal. your face was only illuminated by the moon, the cloak of darkness that swallows the sky alone seemed to avoid the bright aura you were giving off.

in katsuki’s love drunk eyes of course.

around you, he felt like he was on fire, burning and aching for an inch of your attention and doing whatever he could to calm the flames and obtain that attention.

it wasn’t a want, it was a need. katsuki needed you, and every second that he didn’t have you felt like he was going to suffocate.

he’s never felt like this before, it felt weird. abnormal, almost.

“wake up baby, we’re here.” he said, poking your cheek repeatedly until you finally gained consciousness

“h-huh? oh, alright.” you tiredly answered back, rubbing your eyes and stretching before opening the car door.

katsuki’s eyes followed your frame, dancing around your whole figure. you really were a beauty for him - that alone is something he has always thought.

it was specifically your eyes and lips, he couldn’t get enough of them. god, he just wanted to kiss you so bad.

“are you coming out or are you just gonna stare at me?” you laughed.

“i would rather just stare but anything for you princess.” katsuki replied as he got up and went to the trunk to retrieve the bags.

“you seem nervous.” katsuki’s said as he walked next to you.

“how could you tell?” you scoffed playfully.

“my eyes never leave you, that’s how.” katsuki responded, his sharp crimson eyes making you feel weak just looking at him.

“say that again and trust that these car windows will turn foggy.” you joked, looking at his slutty black vest he always wears.

“h-huh? i-i-you- ugh, you can’t just spring that onto me baby!” katsuki groaned into his hands and a wild blush appeared on his face, he was damn near red.

you laughed before grabbing hold of his hand, interlocking fingers with it.

“come on, let’s go. i am nervous honestly, im meeting my dad and i don’t even know why he isn’t present in my life. i don’t know whether i should feel happy i found him now, or angry that he didnt make the effort to find me.” you sighed.

“whatever it is, i’m by your side. forever and always, my love.” katsuki said as his hand tightened slightly around yours.

however, for a split second, the pink ring around his eyes flickered as he said that.

you looked at his eyes confusingly, what did that mean? was the spell naturally wearing off?

“is everything ok honey?” he asked, the pink ring around his eyes finally being stable again.

you sighed in.. relief. you weren’t ready to let him go.

“yes.” you responded with a firm nod.

you two finally made your way to your dads door step, katsuki knocked on the door shakily - very uncharacteristic for his nature.

“oh my goodness, are you nervous?” you asked shockingly.

“fuck off, meeting your dad is fucking killing me. i didn’t wanna meet him like this.” katsuki muttered, gritting his teeth and looking down at the ground.

you looked at him confusingly, under this spell, he rarely swears at you.

“katsuki, what do you mean?” you asked.

“huh, what did i say?” katsuki looked back up at you, the pink ring around his eye suddenly got thicker.

now you were extremely confused, love spells lasts until it’s casted away. it cannot simply be disappearing, unless you were a weaker witch than you thought. on top of that, the spell even wavering in strengths was really strange.

your silent thoughts were interrupted by the quick swing of the door. there, a man that looked exactly like you, the only difference was the different length of hair in comparison to yours.

“yn! oh how im happy to see you! please come in, my wonderful child!” your dad yelled ecstatically, grabbing you into a tight hug while pure laughter left his lips.

his hug was warm, it made you feel loved and a part of you that felt confused on how to feel suddenly knew exactly how.

you were just as happy as he was.

“i’m happy to see you too! it’s been way too long.” you responded while hugging him back.

“it truly has, oh, and is this…” your dad looked at katsuki up and down, analysing his (shaking) form.

“yes, dad thi-“

“good evening sir! my name is katsuki bakugou and i am your daughters boyfriend. please accept me into this family.” katsuki pronounced similarly to a soldier as he bowed as low as he could.

“i see, no need to bow that low!” you father laughed, picking him up.

“sorry sir!” katsuki’s responded.

“well anyways, it must have been a gruelling travel. you two must rest, tomorrow we can properly catch up.

within the blink of an eye, you both were in a spare room. it was not decorated in any special way, the walls were white, the bed had black bedsheets with two pillows. there was a closet and a bathroom within the room.

“you can teleport?” you asked him astonishingly.

“not exactly, i’m a time wizard, so i can take myself back in time to when i was in this room without effecting the state of time around me, meaning im still in the present.” your father explained as he turned on the light.

“woah, that’s so cool! how come i can’t do anything like that?” you groaned.

“you should be able to, what’s your base?” he asked.

“my what now?” you asked confusingly, dramatically titling your head to the side with the most puzzled look planted on your face.

‘cute’ katsuki thought as he looked at you, a blush sporting his face.

“you know, your specialty. like, i’m a wizard that can do lots of spells but i was specifically born with time magic.” your father explained.

“i must not have one then, i only use my book.” you answered back.

“yeah there’s no way that’s true, thought your mother would’ve taught you about these things.” your father laughed.

“well we never really talked about it, she just taught me how to do spells and then afterwards i kept memorising them.” you spoke.

“you’re memorising spells? yn, you’re meant to be a lot more powerful than you currently are. that’s why i was surprised when i found out you were only ranked 15 in your whole class.” your father explained.

“i- what?! how do you even know what?” you asked.

“come on, your dad was one of the most powerful wizards and you think i haven’t been checking up on you all these years?” your father scoffed.

“then why didn’t you ever come see me?” silence followed that question, you looked at your dad with an innocent expression which just broke him even more.

“it’s a long story, please just bare with me. tomorrow i’ll explain the whole thing tomorrow. rest.” your father spoke after the beat of silence, quickly leaving the room as the tension was getting a little too much for his taste.

“damn, i’m sorry.” katsuki said softly.

“i’m not upset, i didn’t mean to upset him either. it was a genuine questions, i guess it was too touchy to say so nonchalantly.” you sighed, sitting down on the bed which made you now realised something.

there was one bed.

for the two of you.

fuck your life.

“do you want to sleep by yourself? i wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” you had asked him, hoping for your own sake he would say yes, but to fulfil your longest wish of being able to sleep with by him.

“of course not, let’s sleep together.” katsuki replied.

“woah-“

“i-i…didn’t mean it like that” he said embarrassingly, his tone surprisingly soft as if to match the pitch of the room.

“it fine, im just teasing.” you giggled.

katsuki sat on the bed next to you, taking off his shoes while you followed suit.

soon, both you two flopped onto the bed, letting out a deep sigh as the long journey nearly made you pass out entirely.

katsuki turned his head to looked at you, analysing your facial features, the ones he come to love.

“i mean, we could if you wanted to.” katsuki said shyly, his face becoming flushed once again.

“what?” you asked, turning your head to face him.

“as in… we could, you know. all i’m saying is that i’ve always been down to.” katsuki muttered once more, his tone increasingly becoming more quiet as he finished his sentence.

it was now your turn to feel shy, it’s not like you didn’t want to. it’s just, the situation was certainly not ideal. for starters, you both are in your dads house - it would be an extremely awkward morning if he heard. secondly, the spell was clearly at work, even though he consented, it’s doesn’t exactly feel right to do so.

however, the boy you’ve been into for a little over a year, the boy that’s been giving you mixed signals, the boy who you’ve had midnight rendezvous with is finally telling you what you both have been wanting to do. i mean, fuck, how are you supposed to say no to that?

‘don’t give in, stay strong yn!’ you could hear ochako’s voice ringing in your mind and she was right.

it wasn’t fair to do this with him while he was under a spell, but it was even more unfair that he’s saying all the things you’ve ever wanted him to say to your face.

today was the last day he would ever be under this spell, the last day he would probably ever look at you with those desperate eyes and rosy cheeks. the look he gave you that felt like you were the only girl in the world, no, within his universe. who were you not to give in to his desires?

so what’s a little kiss, right?

you slowly inched closer to his face, his breath fanning more and more of your face the smaller the distance closed between you both. his eyes frantically moving from one eye to another, then to your lips where they stayed with the upmost concentration.

soon, you two were as close as possible, the nerves were bubbling up in you but you didn’t know why.

it’s not like it was the first time you both were in a similar position.

maybe it’s different because you know somethings going to come of it, if you two were to kiss right now, it would be your first ever, specifically, the first ever shared between katsuki and you. all those nights were you guys came close to ripping each other apart were only sensed with the slight change in tension or distance.

this was different, so different, and it felt so wrong that it become right in you’re head. somehow you convinced yourself that you were doing the both of your a favour with this - you were so fucked.

but somewhere between you convincing yourself that this was right and you reliving the past, your lips imprinted onto his softly.

you both were careful, testing the waters as your lips pressed onto one another innocently.

but the innocence soon left when katsuki bit your bottem lip softly, causing you to open your mouth in surprise and him inviting his tongue into your mouth.

it became nasty and erotic as both your lips moved ferociously, both battling to swallow the other whole. your spit being shared in a heated dance of your tongues, the sound of wet lips smacking filling your ears and getting you more hot and bothered.

the kiss sloppy, more passionate, more desperate.

soon, katsuki lifted you onto him like it was nothing and fuck, was that hot. you yelped slightly in surprised yet never leaving his mouth.

you were straddling him, still kissing him for a few more seconds before he pulled away, only to have his hands plant firmly on your hips and move your hips against his softly, little grunts coming out of his mouth.

you started delicately moaning along with him, both your voices orchestrating the best song you’ve ever heard that represents the symphony of your pleasures and desires.

yet, frustration started bubbling up inside as your mind started to wonder as you remembered what ochako had told you before you left once more.

‘don’t give in, stay strong yn!’ her voice rang through your head like a mantra, similar to when an ad interrupts your favourite song and it really pissed you off.

‘don’t give in’ you thought to yourself, this may be everything your hoped for but you cannot allow yourself to succumb to the illusions, the illustrations, the fantasy.

even though you felt so good right now, he felt so good right now, you had to remind yourself that you’re only falling for your spell, not katsuki bakugou.

you gently pushed yourself off of him, slowly disconnecting from his perfect body that fitted with yours without a fault. your eyes were glued to his plump lips which almost made your body instinctively gravitate back into his warm hold.

“let’s get ready for bed.” you smiled, getting off of him and walking quickly to the bathroom so that he couldn’t see your tears of frustration spill out.

“huh?” was the last thing you heard from him the entire night.