#wc; 431

[lgcyushin]

▶▶ LOADING … interview ( fd7 headcanon )

everyone has grown of course. and himself as well through this journey, and being here as a solo performer, it's daunting but he's pleasantly surprised at how rounded he is, in his own opinion. of course, what he's been focusing on can't be showcased here, lately in the last few months, his interest in production has been increasing. but first and foremost, yushin is an artist and performer. "it's different performing by myself in comparison to performing with my group or sub-unit. it's very interesting, to perform for the entire duration with your heart out on display. i hope that i showed my genuine side properly through my moves and lines."

"performing on stage... i started first, debuted, as a musical actor. and there was always a team, an ensemble. same with being part of a unit. of course, i am elated to do things on my own terms and grow in that way, pushing myself to my own limits. and i hope that with each performance, that is conveyed." yushin initially was very excited, then it became a sort of strange feeling, practicing alone, and realizing that alterations and improvements can be made on his own terms, and it was freeing in a way. but also, to remember: everything is on display. they see you. wholly. fully.

"there's always a large sense of adapting. from being a musical actor... to being a trainee again, and being with v&a, or even among three, turned four with keeho, as a member of agito... i am proud of how i've been able to adapt with performing in every aspect of my career and improving little by little. for example, i trained as a vocalist first. and i took it upon myself to improve my rapping when i realized i would be agito's main rapper. i take that seriously," yushin says with a slight smile. "and in the grand scheme of things, i have also started increasing my musicality. with growing within writing and composition. one day, i hope i will get to showcase that too."

what are his motivations for being in future dreams? well, of course it was an opportunity yushin couldn't pass up. but mostly... "i can never back down from a challenge. but experience is the biggest aspect for me. I've never said no to anything, and i want to try everything at least once. i want to continue to be challenged. push the borders. i don't only want to do one thing the entire time... push me out of my comfort zone, i'll gladly jump at the chance."

[lgcsomin]

/ EPISODE FIVE of some ssom with moon somin

considering today's episode is not necessarily a thrill-seeking one, she's a little bit nervous about it. also, she's the most undressed she's ever been on camera.

part of her wonders what her parents would think about this, but she decides not to open that can of worms today and just focus on enjoying filming. it's something she's always wanted to try after all, and she thinks it's kind of fun that she's getting to bring alize along with her for the ride.

she greets the camera happily as she always does, looking pleased as she waves at everyone. "hello alize and regular viewers of the show," she says happily, waving both hands before she backs up a little bit to show where she is. it's a bit obvious, considering that there's a literal pole behind her to indicate what she's doing today.

"today is an exciting day!" she says as an introduction, very hyped for this if she's honest. "i've wanted to do this for a really long time and this was just the perfect opportunity to," she says, clapping her hands together.

"as you can probably tell, i'm going to be learning the basics of poledancing today!" she says, moving out of the way so the camera could pan over the classroom she's in. she's talked a bit to ichika about this, and had decided she definitely wanted to take a lesson before deciding if she wanted to do it long-term but she's very excited either way.

"after the aerial yoga turned out so successful, i realized that my core strength is not too bad," she says, looking a little embarrassed at having self-praised herself like that. "so i thought it would be a good time to try this!"

as always, she gives a short introduction to the instructor and allows her to introduce herself before they start the class.

and then? the class begins.

going through the basics is a bit more difficult than she had expected, though she had come in with slightly low expectations—which was probably her fault. she should've gone in with high expectations so she wouldn't think it was hard.

oh well.

she asks the instructor, as always, to teach her one cool trick and once they've finished going over that and somin's managed to (somehow) recreate it in a way that was passable (by the instructor's standards) the class was over.

"i hope everyone enjoyed their episode of some ssom today!" she says, flower posing to do her signature ending and winking this time. "thanks for tuning in, please anticipate the next episode!"

[jueunbe]

✦ . ˚ — NEXT GEN: INTERVIEW jueun reflects on her performance of nonstop with her group.

there's a part of jueun that feels so relieved now that the performance is over. this was probably the most difficult one so far, not because of the concept, but because of what was required of her skill-wise. she likes to think she did well, but she's come to realize that she can't always expect what the judges are going to say. however, even if she were to go home after this round, she can at least say that she's pretty much challenged herself to everything that she could have.

despite what you felt during your last interview, the results of your performance weren't so great. how did you feel when you saw that your ranking had dropped so much?

"i knew it could happen at any moment, since this is a competition show, after all. however, i was still a little shocked. however, it motivated me to work even harder to show the judges that i still had a lot more to show them."

speaking of lot more, this was your first time full on rapping. how was that challenge?

"well, it was definitely a challenge," she says before breaking off into a soft chuckle. "but i like to think, for a beginner, i did well enough. i worked so hard on it, and i hope that showed through the performance." she crosses her fingers and shows it to the camera with a smile.

even so, there's always the chance this could have been your last performance. if that happens to be so, is there anything you'd like to say?

"oh, please don't say that," jueun says to the producer behind the camera with a little pout before letting out a deep breath. "i'd just like to say that i gave it my all, and this was all really fun. i don't think i've ever mentioned this before, but i used to do pageants when i was little." she thinks she can hear a few of the staff members giggling as if they're not surprised. "and i remember loving the spotlight back then as well. once i grew older, however, i naturally grew out of those, and i guess this was like a personal comeback for myself," she explains with a slight shrug.

nobody asked for her life story, but she feels like being a little more honest this time around. again, the producer is right. this could very well have been her last performance, and she wanted to let it all out. she's given the cue that her interview is over, and she leaves with a bow as always.

[hazyki]

aisheteru ♡

pairing : ni-ki x reader ! genre : fluffy fluff flufffffff ! cw : forehead and nose kisses ! wc : 431

syposis : ni-ki teaches you japanese 🥸

“okay, say it with me—… o-ya-su-mi," riki’s voice was soft as he looked up at you, lips curling into a smile. his hands rested on your waist as you sat comfortably on his lap, legs draped on either side of him.

you nodded, trying your best to follow along. “oya…sumi. did i get it right?”

he nodded gently, fingers lightly tapping against your side. "perfect. you’re a natural."

the dim light from the bedside lamp cast a warm glow over the room, prompting warmth to surround you. you could feel his steady and soothing heartbeat against you. the night was a calm and showed how hours had passed since you saw each other first, like the world had slowed down just for the two of you.

“okay okay, teach me another one,” you asked as you leaned forward slightly. his eyes seemed to have sparkle as he thought for a moment.

"okay, umm, how about... su-ki da yo. it means..." he hesitated, side-eyeing you with a knowing smirk on his face as his cheeks flushing slightly.

"what does it mean?" you asked, teasingly poking his chest, knowing full well what he was about to say. you didn’t do duolingo for nothing after all.

riki’s voice was a little quieter this time, but the playfulness never left his expression. “it means ‘i like you.’” he glanced up at you and you couldn’t help but smile at the way his eyes softened when he said it.

"well in that case….. i ‘suki da yo’ you too," you repeated slowly, enunciating each syllable, trying to make it as clear as possible.

his grin widened, adoration swelling in his chest at your stupid attempt at reciprocating his confess, though equally as proud of your pronunciation. without thinking, he leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose.

hours have passed, and you’re completely sprawled against his chest, your body overlapping his as you nuzzle into his neck, your warm breath tickling his skin.

riki shifts slightly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before snorting when he notices the drool slipping from the corner of your mouth. without hesitation, he snaps a picture, already planning how he’ll tease you with it in the morning. but for now, he just smiles, soaking in your presence (and your drool) with a particular fondness floating in his eyes.

“aisteru,” he mumbles, his voice shaky and tired as he kisses your forehead again, setting his phone on the nightstand before finally wrapping his arms around your shoulders, pulling you even closer, and shutting his eyes.

note : i love him very very much 😞

[flemingology]

would you do a blurb of Leah just being a bit weird at times, she’s got odd interests at times that leaves you a bit confused, but you also kinda find it adorable

work can wait ─ leah williamson x reader

wc: 431

a/n: thank you for the request! hope you enjoy it :)

"Just me," you shouted through the apartment. You had just arrived home from an agonizingly slow day at work and couldn't wait to get the weekend going with your blonde lover. You shrugged off your coat and draped it over one of the bar stools in the kitchen before making your way over to the living room.

Leah was sprawled out on the couch, her head peeking around the corner upon hearing your footsteps come closer. Her lips curled up into a bright smile when she noticed you, sitting up straight and holding her arms open for you to fall in to.

You didn't waste a second to do so, exhaling deeply into her chest as you felt her arms circle around your waist, now lounging on the couch together.

"Long day?", Leah questioned, her words accentuated with a sweet kiss against your ear. "Long week," you quipped back, digging your face deeper into the crook of her neck. Her hand started affectionately rubbing your back, whispering sweet nothings into your skin and pressing kiss after kiss against your forehead while letting you wind down from your work week.

It wasn't until a couple minutes later when you noticed her movements stilled, that you slowly disentangled yourself from Leah and slowly sat up. You were about to get up to go change into something more comfortable when you noticed what was playing on the tv.

"Le, baby, why in the world are you watching a video about trees," you questioned. You gestured towards the flatscreen that was hung up the wall when you saw a look of confusion cross her face. "Oh that! Yeah, I was watching that before you came home – it's really interesting honestly."

You chuckled, shaking your head. "I swear! Did you know trees are the longest living organisms on earth?"

You had to bite back a smile at how genuinely excited Leah sounded while talking about trees. "I did not know that, actually," you responded, your girlfriend now looking proudly up at you from her position underneath you on the couch.

"I also just learnt that they can predict climate change and that some even have been-", you cut her off by placing a hand over her mouth. "Leah, baby, as much as I'm sure trees are amazing. This is not the kind of conversations I wanna be having on a Friday night."

Leah grumbled but stopped nonetheless, licking your hand before you pulled away and rubbed it off on your trousers.

"You're disgusting, really." "You love me." "Hmm, maybe. Now, what should I order for dinner?"

[thewindigo]

Can I request jiji eating out reader in his yokai form (established relationship pls)?

‘Kinda Kinky’

sum. your sweet and timid boyfriend okarun comes home with a new form, new attitude and an insatiable hunger..?

warnings. 18+ NSFW MDNI. aged up characters. turbo!ken ‘okarun’ takakura x fem! reader, porn w/o plot, oral (f! rec).

wc. 431

notes. MY FIRST ANON‼️ I’m sorry if this is lowkey doodoo.. also I studied jiji just for you and I still couldn’t come up with something good for him so my apologies..

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

“s-slow down!!”

okarun ignored your plea, his eyes burning with an unquenchable fire. he continued to lavish your most intimate areas with an almost animalistic hunger that left you gasping and squirming beneath him.

"I don't...I don't think I can..." you managed to stammer out between heavy breaths. your body felt overwhelmed by the onslaught of sensation, each flick and suck threatening to push you over the edge too soon.

he lifted his head, a strand of your slickness still clinging to his lips. With a dark chuckle, he murmured, "yes, you can”

you yelped, wriggling beneath him as his face dove back between your legs with unyielding zeal. it was like he'd been unleashed, his previous sweetness replaced with a feral appetite.

he growled against your core, lapping hungrily. his tongue lapped and plunged inside you, the coarse sensation sending jolts of shock through your very being.

"oh god, ken... you're being... ah!" words failed you as he sucked your bud hard, his lips sealed tightly, his jaw moving rhythmically.

he gazed up at you with a smug glint in his vermillion eyes, muffled sounds of satisfaction vibrating through you. his fingers joined in the debaucheries, stroking that sweet spot inside you, determined to make you lose control.

his inexperienced eagerness bordered on desperation as he devoured you, like a starving man at a feast. his nose nudged your sensitive bud each time he plunged his tongue deep into your slick heat. you could feel his cheeks hollow as he applied more pressure, savoring every drop of your essence.

"f-fuck" he grunted, the vibrations adding an extra layer of sensation that had your back arching off the bed. his fingers curled inside you, hitting that sweet spot with unerring accuracy despite his lack of finesse. his clumsy enthusiasm was almost more than you could bear.

your fingers tangled in his soft locks, angling his head just so as you felt the fire building within. okarun seemed to feed off your guidance, his movements more feral now as he attended to your needs with single-minded focus.

he looked up at you from between your thighs with those crimson eyes blazing, a hint of defiance in them even as he obeyed your unspoken commands. he drove you closer and closer to that precipice, his own breaths hot and ragged against your pulsing bud.

you gave a wordless cry, your fingers digging deep into okarun's snowy locks as the dam burst. he grunted against you, the sound vibrating through your very core as you pulled him impossibly closer. your legs trembled, locked around his head while he razed you with unrelenting fervor, determined to milk every last spasm from your quaking body. you felt utterly consumed by him in this moment, helpless to do anything but ride out the exquisite storm he'd created.

with a final gasp, you relaxed back onto the sheets, spent and quivering from the force of your release. okarun remained between your legs, watching you through half-lidded eyes, chest rising and falling rapidly. He slowly released your sensitive limbs, trailing light kisses up your inner thighs as he moved back up to meet you.

his face glowed with the satisfaction of a job well done, his cheeks flushed. he hovered over you, hands cradling your face, and sealed his lips to yours in a deep, possessive kiss - a claiming of his prize.

you melted into him, still tingling all over from the intensity of his attentions.

he pulls away with spit connecting you two,

“that was hot, yo”

“…really?”

[orimuraa]

˚🍰 ⋆｡˚ ᡣ𐭩 This is for you - Lee Heeseung

(synopsis) ☆ a cute birthday date for your boyfriend ꩜ .ᐟ

idol!heeseung x non idol! reader ☆ tooth rotting fluff ☆ kisses, petnames, mentions of food and drinks ☆ wc 431

𝐲𝐞𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: happy birthday to the cutest bambi boi ever! this is for you!

today was a day you had planning since last month. heeseung’s 23rd birthday.

you had planned to spoil him rotten that day and make sure he had a wonderful, stress-free day.

lately, he had been working constantly and luckily for him, he had his birthday off.

“seungie? are you ready to go?” you and heeseung have been dating for a year and a half and you had only recently announced it to engenes about 4 months ago.

“yes ma’am!” gosh he looked so cute right now.

you two drove to a nearby cafe that you had rented out just so heeseung and you could eat in peace without any crazy fans.

as you sat and enjoyed a cup of coffee together with some pastries, you took his hand in yours and smiled.

“happy birthday hee. i got you a little something,” you giggled with excitement, reaching into your bag and lulling out a delicately wrapped present.

“aww baby you didn’t have to!” he blushed, feeling very grateful for you.

carefully unwrapping it, inside was a small box with two rings inside. the rings had the words “forever and always” carved into it with an “h” and a “y” (first letter of your name) too.

“do you like it?” you smiled, your eyes twinkling with pure love and adoration.

“do i like it? baby i love it! i- i love you!” heeseung was filled with emotions and overflowing love for you.

he quickly but carefully took out the rings, placing it on his finger and then gently placing the other on your finger.

you had made sure they would be a perfect fit for you and him, not wanting it to have any flaws.

“thank you,” he whispered, admiring the ring decorating his finger.

~~

the two of you walked hand in hand to the park where you had set up a blanket for the two of you to sit and relax, being able to enjoy each other’s company

heeseung sat next to you with his arm around your waist, while your head was placed on his shoulder.

“thank you princess. this day has been so amazing and i couldn’t ask for anything more,” he smiled, turning to look at you.

you slowly leaned in and connected your lips, your soft lips meeting his. you carefully lifted your hand to touch his cheek, keeping it there as a sense of security.

pulling away, you looked at him with all the love in the world.

“happy birthday hee,” you whispered against his lips, once again, closing the distance between the two of you.

𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬: @en-diaries, @k-films

⚘. Perm taglist: @vmpivory, @yuvany, @seozii, @pinknjm, @greentulip, @jongbean

[sere1nnes]

︶︶︶﹕House of Cards. CHAPTER 1

Pairing: Aventurine x Galaxy Ranger!Reader second chance romance, canon universe, ex!aventurine, reader is a former member of the IPC

︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶ ── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ SYNOPSIS: When a seemingly ordinary visit to Penacony ends up in meeting your ex from the IPC, it quickly leads to numerous attempts from Aventurine in winning you back. You swore to cut off ties with that corrupted organization, but the past always comes to bite you eventually. You begin to wonder if his feelings are genuine, or an elaborate plan for you to be dragged back as a pawn for the higher-ups.

Even with the familiar sensation of his lips on yours and his gloved hand behind your neck, you still can't help but be skeptical of his true intentions. But perhaps he really is willing to bet on you two again.

After all, Aventurine's more than willing to gamble on his pride in exchange of your heart.

︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶ Chapter WC: 1.9k

a/n: the childe fan to aventurine fan pipeline is real, y'all... I can confirm

Penacony was known as the land of sweet, blissful dreams. So why did your visit start off as a nightmare, merely half an hour after stepping foot onto the Reverie? 

To say that the infrastructure was simply massive would be an understatement. The Reverie was colossal. It was lined up with a seemingly endless amount of floors that faded into the skies. No wonder it took an average worker an entire Trailblaze year’s worth of labor to even visit as a regular guest— everything about the hotel screamed luxury.

Standing amidst several people walking with gigantic luggages, you admired the scene before you. The gigantic gears that spun around a glowing ball of energy was centered before the lobby, further adding extravagance to the view.

This was one of the first steps to a new life away from the Interastral Peace Corporation— one of integrity.

Or so you thought.

"Your room number is 431." The receptionist hummed as she finished verifying your stay. Her hand reached out to give out a Penacony Dreamscape card. "Please do not hesitate if you'd like us to assist you with directions and such." Raising your eyebrows slightly at the familiar number, a sense of deja vu filled you. Where can you recall it from?

Ultimately, you shook the feeling off as something trivial. "Alright, thank you miss." Accepting the card, your fingers brushed against its shiny texture. You then pocketed it and turned to leave for the hotel room.

With a typical service smile, the staff member seemed a little nervous, even guilty, in her tone of voice. "E... Enjoy your stay." 

This caught your attention instantaneously. It didn't take too long for you to realize that there was something amiss by the way that woman had hesitated in saying such simple words. Even if the benefit of doubt was given, surely it wouldn’t be that difficult to wish someone a pleasant visit. It was imperceptible to most, but for a former member of the IPC turned Galaxy Ranger, your intuition was correct at least 95% of the time. That’s what you believed.

However instead of requesting for a room change, your own curiosity motivated you to disregard that idea and investigate the suspicious matter. You simply gave a polite nod in response to the lady, taking a look at her once more. 

Walking in long cautious strides, you made your way to zone 10 of the Red Heart with mixed feelings.

You certainly had a keen eye, but the speck of blonde hair in your peripheral vision had slipped past quite quickly— if not, easily. 

…

Before you was the door to your hotel room. After a bit of assistance from a kind bellboy named Misha, the journey in searching for Room 431 managed to be a breeze.

Shoes tapped against the ground as you hovered closer, examining if the knob has been tampered with. But after some careful observation, you concluded that nothing was out of the ordinary. With the door, at least.

It gently opened as you stepped in, your eyes locked onto the spacious bathtub shaped like a seashell in the middle. A vaporwave-styled background displayed behind it, adding a retro vibe to the surroundings. You further scanned around and took note of the shiny red couch cushions, evident that they have just been cleaned. Even the lilacs on the coffee tables were fresh and fragrant. 

Though everything seemed to be normal, you couldn’t let go of your previous suspicions surrounding the safety of the room. 

A golden phonograph sat neatly on a drawer, as if it was waiting to be played. Curiously, you gravitated towards the device. Putting a finger to the press button, the CD began to spin. 

“Birds are born with no shackles, then what fetters my fate?” Robin’s melodic voice tuned, the vinyl slowly twirling. Your lips slightly curled as you reached to raise the volume.

“Blown away, the white petals,”

Deeming it was a bit too loud, you lowered it just slightly by sliding down a button. 

“Leave me trapped in the cage,” 

The phonograph continued to hum, waiting for the next lyric. 

“That’s your favorite song, isn’t it?”

Your eyes widened, spinning around at the sound of the voice that clearly did not belong to Robin’s. When you realized who it was, your heart nearly stopped.

Not a single word was uttered out as you stared at Aventurine. He in turn looked back at you with those soulless eyes of his— ones you used to think were the most beautiful ones in the entire universe. 

A nonchalant smile was etched onto his lips as if this was just a simple reunion of old acquaintances. “Though I would say I prefer ‘Hope Is the Thing With Feathers’, even if it isn’t my usual genre of mu—“ 

Aventurine blinked as your sharp blade met his face only inches away from actual contact. He was caught off-guard, but ultimately his signature smirk returned to his expression. “Now, now, is this a way to greet a former colleague?”

”I already told all of you, I’m not coming back.” You replied bluntly.

With a low laugh, he pushed your sword aside without a care. “You’re not coming back to who, specifically?” Aventurine stepped closer.  “To the IPC, or me?” His voice lowered to a whisper.

“You—“ Your face heated up with infuriation, or perhaps even something else. “I’m not trying to play into the executives’ tricks. My resignation is final, and I don’t care how many of their underdogs they send just to hunt me down.” 

Moving to him, you made sure to assert your own stand on the matter regarding your former employers. “I am simply a third party that they hired, and I no longer wish to pursue the line of work they assign to me.” 

The Interastral Peace Corporation was far from a protector of unity, even if it was what they claimed to be. Those who have been unfortunate enough to experience their unethical ways and exploitation know that well. 

Both you and Aventurine were familiar to this dark truth.

He seemed to remember this as he no longer had an aura of confidence. It instead had a tinge of understanding. 

However, his demeanor once again switched up. Removing his hat with another smile, he replied, “Oh, but I never said I was here on behalf of the IPC.” 

“The IPC is on the Charmony Festival’s VIP list. ” You deadpanned, not believing the statement entirely. 

A half-hearted chuckle escaped from Aventurine. But he managed to recover quickly. “Well, perhaps you’re right. But that would mean you actually cared enough to keep that in mind, no?” 

“That’s not the point.” 

“You’re right, I’ll cut straight to the chase,” He leaned in, his face now serious.

“Why don’t you begin by explaining why you simply vanished without telling me?” 

You visibly tensed, your eyes avoiding his firm gaze. 

It was difficult to speak. You were genuinely scrambling to form a proper explanation in your head, expecting Aventurine to start demanding answers to more of his questions. But he only stared at you with a quiet intensity as he waited.  “You were on a mission. I didn’t want to disturb you and possibly cause it to fail.” You finally said. 

Mustering the strength to look up to his eyes again, you could see that they were distant, yet intensely present. A paradox that made it impossible to tell what Aventurine was feeling. 

“…Is that really it?” He muttered, before clearing his throat and returning his closed-mouth smile. It was intimidating how quickly the Stoneheart could change his demeanor. “It can’t be helped, I suppose.”

“But come on, did you really have to block my number too?” 

The guilt in your heart only worsened. “I just don’t want to involve you in the conflict I’m in.” You retorted, almost giving in to the emotions stirring within you. Your tone grew strict once more in order to counter this. “Listen, we shouldn’t even be talking. The walls have eyes and ears.” 

“So you still care about me then?” quipped Aventurine, disregarding the rest of what you’ve said.  You blinked, momentarily speechless. But you managed to ignore his comment. “You should just go. Please.”

The small curl on his lips stayed, replying, “But this is my room.”  His room…? 

”What do you mean?” You asked warily, not sure on what he had up his sleeve. But the dots connected once he pulled out a Dreamscape card out of his clothes. It was identical to yours. 

“Room 431. Is this not proof enough?” The gambler’s eyebrows raised innocently.  Knowing his tendencies, the expression on your face turned into a scowl. “You’re insane. It all makes sense now— you bribed that receptionist?” 

“What can I say, I’m one helpless man.” Aventurine slid the card back to his pockets. “But I’m sure you already know how desperate I can get for what I want.” 

Before you could even come up with a snarky reply, he added, “Nothing can make me convince you? Not even the fact that our room number is our anniversary date? If that’s not enough, then you could consider rearranging the numbers and realize that it also spells out 143.” 

You were seriously close to tweaking out. “Aventurine, you can’t possible be serio—“ 

“No? Okay, then how about you go open your bank account for me and see that I—“ 

“For Aeons’ sake! I told you to leave, didn’t I?!” You gasped out, silence forming between you two. Though with an exception for Robin’s album playing in the background, almost ashamed as the vinyl stopped moving on cue. 

Aventurine’s expression looked blank, not expecting this sort of reaction from you. He withdrew a couple inches back, shoulders tense.

Regaining composure, you muttered. “…Just go.” With that, you turned your back away from him, swallowing the lump in your throat.

The tension in the air seemed to hang for an eternity, before he replied, “Okay. See you.” He seemed reluctant to leave, his footsteps heavy and slow as he turned. 

Part of you wanted to yell at yourself for acting that way towards your ex, especially one you haven’t completely moved on from. But you firmly thought to yourself that this was the right decision.

It was only an attempt to deceive you. That’s what you kept in mind the entire time. You managed to keep your feelings buried this entire time, meaning this was no time to falter. So why are you only realizing now that the look of emotion in those dull eyes of his could possibly be real? 

The efforts you’ve made have gone to waste with just one word. “Wait.”

Almost as if Aventurine was waiting for this moment, he stopped and turned swiftly. “Changed your mind?”

You wanted to scoff at how fast he jumped onto conclusions, but it wasn’t like he was wrong either.  “I didn’t block you. I just changed my number.” The thought of turning around and facing him fully would hurt your dignity even more, so you simply threw a card to his direction. Of course, Aventurine caught it with ease. His fingers were always efficient.

“So you just casually have cards like these?” He smiled playfully, although you refused to look at him properly. “Have you given this out to any other man so far?” 

“Those are business cards.”  “Oh, so this is only for business purposes. I see.” He mused. “Then, I’ll certainly find the time to contact you if I’m in some trouble, yeah?” 

You waved him off, not saying another word. Luckily, he decided not to push on your buttons any longer. 

As Aventurine exited the room and shut the door behind him, you couldn’t bear to keep yourself from groaning at what you just impulsively did.

That exchange was only for professional purposes, surely.

a/n: helloooo! thank you for reading up to this point, chapter 2 is available on my ao3 and will be posted on my tumblr once i drop chapter 3 :3 divider creds @/cafekitsune

[slytherinshua]

IN EVERY UNIVERSE

genre. fluff. warnings. none. pairing. husband!jaewook x wife!reader. wc. 431. request. requested by @candewlsy for the 1500 follower event, here a/n. i actually made myself feel single with this one its disgusting. i should quit writing forever i can't keep doing this. tagging @blue-jisungs and @wheeboo bcuz jaewook enjoyers <33

“Do you think we fell in love in every universe?” 

The question fell from your lips on a rainy afternoon, one where neither you nor your husband Jaewook had any plans to go anywhere. You liked those days the best. Nothing was better than sitting on the couch together and drinking coffee or reading together. You liked almost every activity when you were doing it with him.

He turned to you upon hearing the question, thinking about it for a few seconds before his lips upturned in a smile and the dimple you adored so much appeared on his cheek.

“I hope we did. No one could ever come close to you… at least for me.” Jaewook’s face held nothing but sincerity and love. You swore his eyes were practically overflowing with devotion for you. You’d never been more in love with him than these small moments. 

You reached over for his left hand, clasping it with both of your smaller ones. Your finger brushed over his gold wedding band, the cool smooth feeling of the metal beneath your fingers holding the everlasting promise to love and cherish each other to death. 

You had often been skeptical of love growing up. You knew firsthand that it was rarely all sunshine and rainbows. And even after meeting Jaewook, it wasn’t. You had your fair share of disagreements and fights. You both had ways of pissing the other off, but you always made up in the end. 

Loving each other was more of a choice for both of you, and so you tried your very best to show it every day. Some days it was easier than others, and that day, it felt like the love you shared was too much to be contained in your small living room. It felt like it needed to burst away from the confined space and fly out into the open air— it just kept growing the longer you held eye contact with Jaewook.

“Among all the choices I’ve ever made in my life, I’ve regretted a lot of them. But I’ll never regret choosing to marry you.” You confessed, holding on to the soft intimate moment you had created for just a few minutes longer. Moments like these didn’t happen often. Jaewook’s work life was busy, and your daily conversations with him tended to be more lighthearted. But every so often, you needed the silent feeling of being loved, of holding steady eye contact with each other, of hearing the small whispered promises to love each other until the very end of time— in every universe.

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[izukumidoriyashusband]

Izuku Midoriya

💚 | Replacement pt. 1

WC: 431

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x GN!Reader

No use of y/n.

The books.

Announcement:

This is only the background of the story so far, I’m not getting into great detail just yet but this will become a series and I’ll do longer stories with this one. I just wanted to publish something real fast for you all. Confession pt. 3 will be out next week and that’s the final part!! And a Gojo x Black!reader will be out soon! Pictures not mine! Divider from: @strangergraphics-archive/@strangergraphics (If that’s not the right @, let me know!!)

Katsuki cheated on me. I detached from the situation but I stayed. He cheated on me with Jirou. One night they got drunk and had such a big hookup session. I found messages about him feeling guilty but he loved her body. It was sickening. I saw sex tapes and all. He continued to see Jirou. Despite my tears and cries, he continued to see her. I argued with him but he always told me how he’s a man. Being attracted to another woman isn’t anything serious but I knew that wasn’t true.

Men can be so devoted that they love you and only you. He’s a liar and a cheater, my heart aches every time I spend a night in bed with him.

It hurts every fiber of my being and I cannot stand it. That was until I saw him.. Izuku Midoriya. The one and only. I stayed with Katsuki. Through thick and thin. Sickness and in health. All with no ring. My mother taught me better than this shit. I stayed. Sadly enough, I stayed with him for a year more. But I didn’t say I was loyal to Katsuki after the fact.

I couldn’t get Izuku Midoriya out of my mind. After the first time of seeing him, I wanted him and everything he had to offer. But Izuku was Katsuki’s best friend and I couldn’t do that to him.

Could I?

July 24, 2025.

I saw Izuku at a cafe. I think it’s strange for me because I’ve been watching him. I’m not a stalker or anything but I watch him, so desperately.

He saw me. I watched the pity in his eyes. He held hurt for me that I no longer held for myself. He wanted to help but there’s nothing to help. I don’t need it.

I need an escape, a release. Be that for me, Izuku.

I didn’t know what to say when he approached me but a quiet, “Hey.”

“Hey.” He said softly, his green eyes so bright. My god.

“You okay?” He asks me softly. He knows about Katsuki, I know he does.

“I’m better seeing you.”

That took him back. His eyebrows furrowed and he tilted his head ever so slightly, “seeing me?”

“Yeah. I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”

“I figured. Look, I didn’t know Katsuki cheated on you until a long time afterwards and I honestly think you should—“

“No. Not about that.

Not him.”

“Then what?”

“You. I wanna talk about you. I’m interested in knowing you. Everything, really. I think you’re pretty good looking.”

“What.”

~~ More to come. It’ll be out shortly. ~~

[magebastard]

like dust settled on the world

rating: g

ship: solas x rome lavellan

description: fluff with nary a plot in sight

wc: 431

They stretch long fingers over the elegant curve of his fine jaw. His head tips back in soft, inquiring reply. Doesn’t think twice about baring his throat. He could very well be a hunted man—it would be far too late to turn back.

Instead of cruel teeth, Rome presses a kiss to the dip of his chin. They smile. Cold lips against colder skin. (Between the two of them—neither runs particularly warm.)

It’s dawn. It’s easier.

They share a tendency and propensity to ramble. Lore, principles of magic, politics, the fate of the world, a favorite snack, an anecdote, a strong opinion, nothing at all. It teems and mills about them as they travel. As they camp. As they fight their enemies. For two individuals who claim to withdraw—who claim a preference of being unobtrusive, they unfurl together.

Here, now there is nothing to say. Solas watches her eyes as she watches him. Warm, hearth brown. Earthen and arresting. He reaches for their hand.

Not—not where the mark—where his mark is. Not that—don’t think about that, now. Do not burden them. Do not burden them further than you have.

She twines their fingers. Lifts her marked hand to trace soft fingertips over his scalp. He wobbles at the careful touch. They both are only a facsimile of what they could be.

Solas takes a breath. Compose yourself.

“We should prepare to depart. I believe the situation in Emprise Du Lion will require the breadth of our focus.” They have come to retrieve him, after all. Better to be easily gotten.

It takes her a moment to reply, their fingers still moving, feather-soft and slow. “I suspect as much,” quiet, reverent.

Not the reverence of a disciple. The reverence of a lover. Starved whilst sated, wanting whilst content.

They kiss his brow. A parting thing. And they clear their throat and adjust to their full height. Assuming the mantle of Inquisitor once more.

(He knows it is a choice. Every time they slip into the ‘self’ of Rome Lavellan, it will be a choice again to become the Inquisitor. It is a transfiguration, a trick and a trapping. It will always be difficult, even when time eases the wrinkle of its newness. Solas knows this well.)

He stands to his own proud height. He smooths a wrinkle over the shoulder of her fine, silk shirt.

“I will be waiting at the gate for you.” I will be there. Fragmented and lying and wrong, you will have me.

She breathes deep. Nods once. “I’ll meet you, there.” I will have you.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Could you do a tangerine flufd x femme reader and theyre both sick and laying in bed and js taking care of eachover??!!

hii! this is super cute. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

shared sickness

tangerine x f reader

wc || 431

again, very sorry to those on the tan taglist, my inbox is full of tan

・₊✧ masterlist + taglist

Tangerine returned home from his mission abroad several days ago. Not only had he brought himself back, but he also brought back a lovely sickness bug that he ever so kindly decided to share with you. So for the last few days, you and Tan have been miserably lying together in bed under mountains of covers as you impatiently waited for your cold to pass.

"Can you pass me the tissues," you sniffle, pointing to the box on his side of the bed. "Quick— my nose, it's dripping," you add, speaking nasally. 

"Want me to blow your nose for you?" he lightly chuckles which follows a short coughing fit. "Fuck me," he softly groans, closing his eyes, rubbing over his temples. "Gimme one," he says quietly, snatching a tissue off you.

"I was literally just about to use that one," you heavily exhale, blowing your nose to clear the mucus that had been making it near-impossible to breathe. Your neck snaps to face Tan, a quizzical expression upon your features. "Did you just— did you just throw that tissue on the floor?"

"No," he shakes his head, a boyish grin forming on his lips. 

"That a lie?" you snicker, sitting up with a groan as you peer over to see a pile of crumbled, snotty tissues on the floor by his nightstand. "Yeah, you did," you laugh, cuddling into his side. "I've been doing it too,"

"Well, that's disgusting and so unladylike," Tangerine smirks, hugging you tighter, kissing the crown of your head. 

You and Tan lay like that for a little while, silently snuggled together as you breathed in each other's sickness. Usually, when one of you was sick, the other would look after and care for the other, but considering you were both ill, you had to try to combine your roles. 

You thought you'd start small, sharing a warm bubble bath to cleanse the feeling of being in bed for the last fifty-nine hours. You helped clean each other, taking turns so you didn't overexert yourselves. After you washed and dried, you dressed into some clean loungewear that you both desperately needed. As neither of you had left the bedroom for the last few days, the change of scenery was necessary, so the pair of you sluggishly made your way downstairs to the living room, where you set new camp on the sofa with clean blankets.

For the rest of the afternoon, you and Tangerine sprawled out over the couch as you watched old reruns of shitty gameshows, nasally breathing as you enjoyed the comfort of each other.

— — — — — — — — — — ☆ — — — — — — — — — —

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[hyunestrella]

ੈ♡˳·˖✶ 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 #𝟏 . DIVORCE .

— warnings. auntie lino x uncle seungmin, angst, proud mother minho, swearing.

— wc. 431.

— notes. idk what i was thinking, i’ve just been looking at fan art :/

masterlist.

“I want a divorce.” The same four words Seungmin repeated at the end of every heated argument, the same four words Lina brushed off every time. As much as Seungmin claimed to want a divorce he never did anything about it, not that he could considering they didn’t have the money for it. “I’ve found and contacted a divorce lawyer.”

Oh, that was new.

Lina looked at him in surprise, eyebrows being covered behind her fringe, her hold on Yongbok ever so slightly tighter, before her face went back to neutral, “you have the money for that?” Her voice was quiet so not to disturb the sleeping three year old that she cradled to her chest. She moved to her child’s room, knowing full well Seungmin would follow her like a lost puppy, to put the baby to bed. She didn’t want to have this conversation in front of her precious daughter.

“Well—” Seungmin started but his voice caught up in his throat as he watched his wife be a loving mother. Once upon a time that was all he desired, to have a family with the woman he loved. When the two met in high school, he was in awe of his cold upperclassmen, he was in awe as the way she held herself with the upmost confidence, he was in awe at the way she put her foot down when she didn’t like or agree with something. Kim Seungmin wanted that woman.

“Well?” Lina muttered, brushing past him and out their daughter’s room. Seungmin cleared his throat, whispering a goodnight to Yongbok and closed the door. He followed his wife into the living room where she sat on the sofa, a bored look on her face. “Remember the last time we had split up, honey?”

He gulped at her tone, his teeth worrying at his lower lip as he huffed, “yes, but—”

“But nothing, Seungmin!” Lina raised her voice, an ugly placed upon her beautiful face, her arms crossed over her chest as she looked away from him, “We’re not being the embarrassment of your family anymore.”

Seungmin blinked, his mouth parting to try and bring out a response but he was beat to it, “we’re not splitting. We do not have the funds, we have a child, we’re not having a divorce.” Her eyes were sharp, her tone cold as she stood up and walked directly in front of him.

“Do not mention this tomorrow, especially not when your parents are meeting Yongbok.” With that she left the room, leaving Seungmin with multiple thoughts running through his mind.

★༉‧₊˚✧ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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© @hyunestrella 2023.

[lady-lostmind]

Making Love

Love is: Bodies touching, whether it’s soft cuddles or sliding together towards orgasm.

a @steddielovemonth prompt Thank you @oh-stars for betaing this!

WC: 431 | CW: smut | Rating: E

ao3 link or under the cut.

Eddie never thought sex could be like this. He thought all that mushy, romantic crap you see in the movies and talk of sparks flying and making love was just what people told themselves to make themselves feel better about being horny and getting caught up in the moment. 

He’s had plenty of sex. He’s had good sex. Hell, great sex, even. And not just with one-off random hook ups. Jared was basically a boyfriend. They even hung out when they weren’t fucking. 

But this? This is different. Staring into Steve’s eyes as he links their fingers together and thrusts deep inside him, Eddie wants to devour every little gasp and moan that slips from his lips. Wants to taste the desire on his tongue. Wants to sink into the devotion that fills his eyes. 

Because he fucking gets it, now. 

Because this isn’t just fucking. This isn’t just about what feels good. This is about loving this man so much he wants to claw his way inside him. Make a nest and never leave. Wants to be a part of him. Forever. Never wants anyone else to know what it’s like to watch Steve’s face scrunch in pleasure. The way his nose crinkles just a little right before he falls over the edge. Wants to drown in the tears that escape his eyes from the overwhelming sensations that only Eddie can give him. Because he knows him. Knows all the right buttons to push. All the right things to say. And he’s never cared to know any of that before. He’s never really cared about dragging things out to make them better. To see how long he can keep Steve whimpering beneath him because he never wants to stop making him feel good. Wants him to know he’ll kneel between his knees for eternity if it means he’s happy. If it means he knows, without a doubt, that Eddie worships him. Loves every inch of him to his very core. 

Eddie sees that tell tale crinkle and a smirk flashes across his face as he feels Steve clench around him, moans filling his ears, and feels pride swell in his chest. “There you go, sweetheart.” 

He brushes Steve’s hair out of his face and leans in to lick into his mouth. Just to feel the way he melts into it, even now, as he comes down from his orgasm. Eddie thrusts a few more times before tumbling over himself, still staring into Steve’s love filled eyes and knowing he’ll never doubt another sappy romance for the rest of his life.

[underburningstars]

one of us is dead 3

(1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17,18,19,20,21,22,23,24,25,26,27,28,29,30,31)

for @jegulus-microfic prompt zombie, wc 431, panic attack, gore

Regulus can feel panic build up in him. His hands are shaking, and he’s having a hard time breathing. It feels like his chest is constricting. His eyes blur, and he loses all strength in his knees. He kneels on the floor and tries to breathe, but the air gets stuck in his throat before it can reach his lungs. He’s choking on the air. Regulus thinks that he might throw up. 

He winds his arms around his stomach and presses his forehead to the cool floor. He knows he’s hyperventilating, and he knows what he should do to calm down, but he can’t think dammit. 

He somehow manages to close his mouth and breathe through his nose. By the time his heart rate stables and he can’t breathe properly, Regulus is completely wrung out. He flops down on the floor and curls into himself. He thinks of Sirius and Barty and wonders if they’re together or if they got separated too. 

Regulus has never regretted anything in his life more than he is coming here. 

He knows lying there isn’t going to help anything so he reluctantly gets up. Now that the library isn’t filled with blinding light anymore he can see that it’s pretty old. The furniture, the interior; the designs are at least a few centuries old. But it’s clean. There is not a speck of dirt anywhere.

Regulus walks around the place. The books are old too. Original pieces of literature and philosophy that Regulus desperately wants to get his hands on. He wonders if whatever supernatural being is fucking with them would mind if Regulus read a few books. He doesn’t take the risk though. 

With a pained heart, Regulus looks away from the books and moves towards the mantle. There is a large oil painting there. The painting is old, but just like the rest of the place, perfectly stored. It’s a painting of three men sitting in this very library. It would be nothing more than an old painting if not for the condition of the faces of the three men. 

They are horribly distorted. Eyes bulging out, jaw broken open, skin rotting and falling off the bones. They look like zombies. Why would someone get something like this painted, Regulus can’t understand. He reaches out to touch it when he hears it. The sound of a door creaking open. 

He wants to think that it’s either Sirius or Barty, but he knows it isn’t. 

There are footsteps inching closer to him. Regulus does the only thing left for him to do. He hides. 

[f0ofishies]

GENSHIN IMPACT

I. modern!scara drabble (nsfw)

wc ; 316

warnings ; somnophilia (hinted consensual) , recordings , fem implied reader.

II. fratboy!childe drabble (nsfw)

wc ; 431

warnings ; drunk sex , edging , implied spanking