#will proofread tmr :( so tired

[moechies]

moechiesss pls pussy spanking with nanami:(

oh it’s so bittersweet.

his sweet honey like words contradicting to his rapid assault on your poor cunny, little bud crying for help as you plead with cute little ‘no more’s and ‘m sorry’s.

you’re cradled in his lap, legs pulled tightly to his chest as his palm lands on your fat cunny over and over. strings of slick drag on from miles, connected from your puffy cunt to the apple of his palm, each and every thrust creating bigger and stickier strands. it’s gross, and it’s lewd, but he refuses to let you off.

at this point you don’t know if it’s really a punishment anymore.

“just a few more.” he cooes, counting down as his free hand comes up to wipe away your tears. you’re stuffed against his shirt, fingers grappling at the silky fabric as tears stain dark splotches into him.

you shake your head nervously, body shivering against the man’s hold as you look for some comfort, any comfort in the punishing man.

although it upsets him to see you so vulnerable, so desperate for a little loving from your dearest husband, he knows what’s best.

“three,” slap “two,” slap, “one more, baby.” slap.

relief settles in your chest, breath barely able to catch up with your heavy, needy sobs. loud hiccups escape your throat, and you cling onto the man tightly, hiding your expression into his chest.

“mhm, there we go. shh,” he purrs, gentle hand stroking through your messy hair, gentle pats to your back. “there’s my baby.”

you say nothing, only melting into your husbands touch as he soothes you, whispering sweet affirmations with the gentle supplement of his soft lips against yours.

and surely with a few more kisses, shame and sadness slowly slipping away, he can’t help but be the slightest amused when you begin grinding on his cock again.

[an-annyeoing-writer]

All the promised content will come tomorrow because I'm in outer space <3

[chrissdollie]

movie night (jess mariano x gilmore reader) ♡.｡.:*

a/n: just letting you know before you read, i wrote this at like 10:30, i was super tired and i did not proofread 😭 i’m just trying to get this out tbh. also this is kinda just bc i may not be able to get out chapters 5 and 6 for iwmflyb this week. ik it’s not billy but maybe i’ll do something for him tmr wc: 1.4k

“rory! where’s my white sweater?” you yelled to your sister. you walked out of your room and ran downstairs to her room. “can i give it to you tomorrow?” she asked with puppy dog eyes, pouting. you folded your arms in her doorway. “why tomorrow?” you raised an eyebrow. “dean’s coming over tonight.” rory told you , getting up from her bed. “hm, okay. as soon as prince charming leaves, i’m stealing it back!” you sassed. rory stuck out her tongue at you in which you did right back.

then a knock was heard at the door. mom forgot to get luke to fix the doorbell, so everyone had to knock for now. “coming!” you yelled. you ran out of rory’s room to the door. you opened the door to reveal a slightly messy jess. “oh, hey.” you greeted. this was very random. “oh, hey back.” he teased. he welcomed himself into your home and walked to the kitchen. “wait why are you here?” you followed.

he took off his jacket and put it on the back of a chair. “i thought we were hanging out today?” he stated, confused. “no, you’re coming over tomorrow, silly.” you walked over to the fridge and took out a chocolate pudding. “dessert before dinner? naughty, naughty.” jess joked. “shh.” 

“your mom won’t mind right?” he questioned slightly nervously. 

“mind what?” you replied with a mouthful of pudding. rory came out of her room in a rush but stopped in her tracks seeing jess. “um. what’s he doing here?” rory folded her arms and tapped her foot. “hello to you too. i’m great, thanks. how are you?” jess spoke sarcastically. “you guys are bad hosts.”

you ignored jess and turned to rory. “jess forgot that he was coming over tomorrow instead of today, ror.” you explained. “you mind of we change it to today?” he wiggled his eyebrows. “no! dean is coming over today and i don’t want you to ruin it.” rory whined. “how would i ruin it?” he responded highly offended. “yeah, please tell us.” you quipped.

“by being… jess!” 

“now that’s a great answer if i’ve ever heard one.” you giggled. “i mean it though, dean doesn’t like him, he doesn’t like dean. you see the pattern?” she tried to convince you. “oh hush, you.” you silenced her, turning to face jess. “sure, you can stay. as long as you bring us the goods from Luke’s.” you ordered, standing taller. “i’ll go get them right now.” he winked.

rory rolled her eyes as soon as he left. you put your spoon in the sink. “why are you being so mean today? you’re friends with him!”

“okay, i’m sorry, but dean really doesn’t like him. i just don’t want him to ruin anything between us.” she confessed. “MOMMY! RORY’S HAVING BOY PROBLEMS!” you yelled very loudly. “shut up!” rory grinned, laughing. “NO IM NOT!” she yelled back upstairs.

the thudding of lorelai’s loud boots was heard as she ran into the living room. “spill it, sister.” she sat down excitedly. rory turned back to you. “he’s bringing Luke’s! i think it’s a pretty fair deal. and it’ll be like a double date!” you reasoned. “oooohhh. a double date!” lorelai’s eyes shone brightly like a cartoon character. “well fine, but what am i supposed to tell him? ‘oh, hi dean! do you mind if your least favorite person on earth joins us for our very romantic date tonight? thanks!’” she overdramatically acted out. 

“ooh, ooh, i’ll be dean!” lorelai turned her chair. she furrowed her brows and her voice changed to a deep tone. “oh no way, rory, i repeat, NO. WAY.” you giggled at your mother’s impression. 

“he doesn’t sound like that!” she tried to hide it, but rory couldn’t help grinning. “just don’t tell him.” you simply put. you nodded while rory scoffed. “whatever you say.” she walked back into her room. lorelai looked at you.

“she seems excited.”

the first knock of the night was heard at 7pm. “knock knock!” rory went running to the door hoping it was dean first. but she was disappointed as it was jess instead with a box. “food!” rory cheered, grabbing the box from him. “thanks.”

jess closed the door and stepped inside. you were spread on the couch with a soft blanket on top of you. he walked over to where you were and bent over to kiss your head. “someone looks cozy.” 

“i am.” you grinned. “what are we watching tonight?” he asked sitting on your feet. “Donna Reed!” rory yelled from the kitchen. jess rolled his eyes smiling. “that’s not a movie. this is supposed to be a movie night.”

“whatever. she still deserves to be seen.” you sat up and leaned onto jess’ shoulder. “dean says he’s gonna be here in five minutes.” rory announced walking into the living room with a bowl of popcorn. “ooh, ooh!! you should hide and scare him.” you giggled mischievously. 

“no, that’s a terrible idea. that’ll make it even worse for him.” rory sympathized. she wasn’t wrong, dean would probably get super mad. “fine.” you shrugged. it’s alright, there will always be next time!

the second knock of the night was heard a few minutes later to which rory got up to answer the door. “hi, dean.” she leaned up to kiss him. he walked in and gave her the tub of ice cream. “what flavor did you get?” you asked him, shouting. 

he chuckled and walked into the living room. “hey-“ he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw jess’ face staring back at him. he turned to rory. “wh- is this some kind of joke?” you could see the anger starting to rise.

“y/n wanted him over tonight. he said he’s going to behave.” rory soothed, handing you the ice cream and sitting down on the couch. his mouth formed a straight line when jess gave his little wave. 

dean walked over and sat next to rory with his arms crossed. you gasped. “neapolitan!” you cheered. jess grabbed a spoon from the table and dug in with you. “what are we gonna watch?” dean questioned, taking some popcorn. “donna reed.” you and rory answered simultaneously.

“what’s that?” he manspread on the couch. “i’m sorry, what? you’ve never seen it?” you exaggerated, putting a hand to your heart making jess grin. “that’s a sin.” rory gasped. “that’s a cruel statement.” you quipped.

“so it’s like a show?” he asked, smiling softly. he was slightly nervous with jess being here. part of him didn’t know how to act. “it’s more than a show. it’s a lifestyle!” rory boasted and turned to you. “it’s a religion.” you pointed with your spoon and a mouthful of ice cream. rory nodded with you.

“oh jeez, can you put it on already? i’m dying over here.” jess groaned dramatically. you stuck your tongue out at him and pressed play.

“bye dean!” you waved goodbye after watching a few episodes of the great donna reed. rory was quite upset, though. jess fell asleep on the couch while you guys were watching so you decided to leave him there for a few minutes to talk to rory privately. “how could he like that kind of stuff?” she whispered. “i think he just meant that the idea of a wife cooking for her husband is nice.” you reasoned.

“but i don’t think he understands the time period. what it was like for women at this time, you know?” she continued whispering. you nodded your head in understanding. you think she was being a little extra, but you kept that to yourself. “i’m tired i’m going to sleep.” rory kissed your cheek and walked to her room. “nighty night!” you whisper yelled.

you crawled onto jess and he shifted over slightly. “jess,” you shook him slightly. “wake up for a sec, babe.” you needed to quickly make sure he was allowed to sleepover without luke going into a frenzy before you could sleep comfortably.

you could hear him awakening from his slumber. “yeah, what’s up? you okay?” he sat up quickly. “i’m alright, are you able to sleepover?” you asked, rubbing his arm. he nodded and laid back down, bringing you with him. he stroked your hair as you covered yourself with the blanket. “goodnight!” you kissed his neck before snuggling into him. “goodnight y/n.” 

you sat up all of a sudden. “my sweater!” you whisper-yelled out. “huh??” jess hummed. “i need to get my sweater back from rory!” you got up and ran down the hall to her room, slamming her door open. jess chuckled to himself. “I WANT MY SWEATER BACK!”

[zelcii]

sixteen | gally x reader

tmr.

fluffy angst for the soul. im bawling my eyes out and cannot be aesthetic rn because im stuck on page 255 of the death cure and i cannot for the life of me read on. oh my days, james dashner. why?

sum; your from group b and you meet gally at the bonfire in the safe haven, but he already knows you. god forbid newt is there though omfg.

cw; swearing, fluff, romance, lgbt themes, unresolved trauma from bein munies, character death.

a/n; all lowercase and not proofread because i cannot anymore holy motherfucking shit. also i would die for will poulter in the newtmas gut wrenching cus like yesssss!! please, will, PLEASEEEE

i want to love a boy, the way i loved the ocean...

homosexual angst, heterosexual comfort.

in your opinion, the safe haven was simply too good to be true. it was a sight to see children your age and younger strolling around without a care in the world. it was surreal. they played games, chased each other around the tall grass, and carried themselves with a certain carefree joy that you absoluetly envied.

you felt so out walking around sulking with your hair down and your clothes wrinkled and bedridden. you looked like a mess and you knew it because you refused to leave your tent for two days, fearing that once you stepped outside that maybe this was all just another test. a trick of the mind.

a trick of the mind that you'd grown used to in the wicked labs. the worst of it came from the sensations you'd feel on your legs and arms after sitting around for too long. pins and needles. if you held on long enough, your skin would eventually mimic the experience of the dozens of pins and pricks your limbs had to undergo. you could vividly see the tubes coming out of you, draining the very essence of your life away and replacing it with biochemical that didn't look, feel, or act natural. you remember being halfway full of the "fake blood." you could remember the feeling of barely being human.

at night, if you closed your eyes hard enough, you could still feel the bright, warm rays of the springs' artificially designed and wicked-engineered daylight on your skin. it would feel so real in your mind that you'd nearly have a panic attack, believeing that you had never escaped in the first place.

you'd spent your whole life (or at least the parts you remembered) in that cruel "life" simulation they called the maze trials. so long that you'd been conditioned to think that that was what home felt like. but no munie has ever felt truely at home before, so what gave vince the right to think that this place could be any different?

for the first time ever, you came out of your tent, looking around you as community unfurled before you. and although you wanted to tell yourself that you were safe, and that you were real, you couldn't help but call bullshit.

not long ago, your group had outsmarted your maze trials and joined the right arm. that was the first time you had truely seen hope after being sent up the lift and thrown into the sadistic evil wicked called "an expirement for good."

unfourtunately, it wasn't much longer then that you would realise that the hope that you had been given was futile and false.

because as soon as you did something nice for the others, you were thrown back into wicked's custody. the good die young and poor afterall. you were transported around the country, often with the tired asian boy you never learned the name of, but he was part of the group the right arm "saved." though you suppose nobody is ever safe anymore.

the scientists there subjected you to what felt like hundreds of graphic simulations. they forced you to watch your loved ones die over and over again—people whose faces you couldn't recognize but somehow knew you should've. You saw them getting ripped apart by shades, their guts spilling on the floor. Falling perilously off the cliff and crumbling in front of you in a gruesome splat of red. you watched your friends get buried alive under the damp soils of the springs, you digging the holes with no controls to stop yourself from hurting harriet, sonya, ximena, rachel, aris, miyoko, beth—the names went on. through it all, your mind was always awake, fully aware of every horrifying detail. the images burning itself into your dreams, gifting you with restless nights.

though you suppose you should be grateful in the slightest. because you wholeheartedly believed that you would still be in that pain if it weren't for the rouge wicked soldier that carried you out of the facility and onto a bus full of the children you'd seen before im the hallways. regardless, suspicion bubbled within you. you found yourself asking when you would start killing everyone.

aris walked up to you, calling out your name as his way of announcing himself, careful not to startle you. him, harriet and sonya were your most frequent visitors, talking to you from the otherside of the thin tent walls. you begged them to stay outside, anticipating your "turn for the worst."

you walked together as he told you about the bonfire vince would be holding that afternoon. "just like the good old days" he said, though you disagreed. the last "good day" you had was before the springs, lost somewhere in the mist of all the things you couldn't remember.

"maybe meet someof the other people?" aris suggested, his question laced with the sterness of an order. "it'll do you some good." he said. doubt it.

as aris walked away, your gaze was drawn to a pair of blue eyes watching you from a distance. they belonged to a tall blond boy who observed with a curious, almost wistfulness swimming in his eyes before it melted into a sombre look. the shade of blue in his eyes bubbled up a sense of familiarity deep within you, and you didn't even realise you were holding your breath until you forced yourself to look away.

that night, after vince's inspirational speech to keep the colony in high hopes, you lingered at the back of the crowd. small cliques spread about with wide grins and loud laughter as they ate and danced around the fire. you felt a streak of envy as you watched the children easily forget as if they hadn't been poked and prodded just days prior. yet, you were also grateful that the younger ones didn't have to face the worst of it. it was a bittersweet sight—knowing they could find joy despite everything, even if for just a moment.

behind the bonfire and displayed before the beach was the large slate of rock vince had mentioned in his speech. a few kids were already at work, carving dozens of names into the stone—tributes to the people they'd lost. one of them stood out, towering over the others with a quiet intensity. he skillfully carved the name "maya" at the top of the sculpture, his hands steady and deliberate. he went over the name a couple names, digging the name deep into the rock so it popped out the most comared to the others until he finished and did the same for the name "chuck" under his first. the sounds of the chisel against stone mixed with the crackling of the fire and the gentle lapping of waves from afar overlapped. the atmosphere thickened as each name was etched into the monument.

you came up behind the boy, tapping him gentely on the shoulder and he seemed to lean into your touch. oddly enough, he didn't have to turn around to know that he'd find you with your arm outstretched, asking for the sculpting tools.

in surprise, you stood there looking at the tools he carefully handed over to you, those blue eyes never leaving the name he carved in first. it startled you how in sync you seemed to be with this total stranger, you couldn't help but stare at the way his adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, how his eyes glazed over the longer he stared at the names, and how his shoulders were tensed every time you had seen him. as if he was carrying the weight of the world.

in contrast to the boy, you got on your knees before the large stone slate, taking your time with the curves of each letter. she felt unworthy of writing the name into the rock, having killed her over and over and over again in so many different simulations. but when you brought it up with harriet, she simply gave your shoulder a squeeze in attempt to reassure you before pulling you into a hug, whispering soft "i know,"s into your hair, your eyes watering.

you made sure to do it justice, chipping away at the stone with intention in each stroke, a furrow of your eyebrows over your tired eyes as you made no mistake with each hit of your mallet. you had noticed that although he was finished on his names, the boy still hovered behind her, watching the way she shifted her entire focus into permanently engraving the name into the sculpture. she paid no mind to anything other than the work in front of her and the sound sof the sea. "beth" you had written, standing up and backing away to admire your works.

it was then that you realised that the boy was never looking at the names. he was looking at you, putting a respectful hand on the small of your back as you walked backwards, before pulling away to cross his arms over his chest. usually, you would lash out, yell at whoever thought to have the audacity to even think to touch you. but something about the way his caloused hand sat warm against your skin felt so natural. like you were meant to feel his skin against yours. so you didn't yell because maybe you were in the wrong.

your eyes flickered between the names and the blond beside you, studying the way soft freckles spread across his face from the cold and how he kept his head held high, his jaw clenched. you knew he could feel you staring, but you couldn't help but wonder why he felt so familiar, and you had a feeling he didn't care much.

it didn't startle you when his eyes locked on to yours. you bit your lip, taking notice of the way your heart rate picked up as you watched the darkest bits of his eyes dilate as he set his eyes on you and you failed to hold back the giddy smile that crawled onto your lips. he felt pathetic, searching for the familiar flakes of gold that swam within your irises. he searched your eyes for your soul only to feel himself melt, falling for you. again. all while you studied him for what would be the first time for you. his heart ached.

"do i know you?" you asked under bated breath. the way his eyes smiled and his gaze softened when he looked at you nearly convinced you to fall for him. how innocently he looked at you, void of any judgment.

he shook his head no, smiling at you with his lips pursed. his eyes were laced with a sort of pain that bubbled up in the middle of his chest. no, you didn't know him. but he knew you. he'd state it, his voice was low and gruff, as if he had just woken up.

"and your so sure?" the blond hummed. "why is that?" you laughed, and he simply looked at you. he looked at you like you'd disappear if he looked away. he offered you his hand and you glanced down at it hesitantly. your eyes traced over his calluses, worn hands, each scar and scrape a story to share. and in that moment, you wanted nothing more than to hear them. and for the first time in days, you let yourself believe that everything was real, because you wanted him to be real.

you took his hand and let him lead you down to the beach, neither of you walking farther behind the other. just together.

the two of you sat there in the sand. he sat with his arm resting against a leg, his other outstretched and his other hand proped under him to cary his weight. it was a vain attempt to relax despite the tension in his muscles. you sat your knees up to your chest, hugging them close and resting your chin on your knees. a vain attempt to feel safe around him. because no matter how much you doubted the world around you, the legitimacy of the people you met, and the control you had over your own actions, you still wanted a place to go back to that you could call home, or rather a person. he told you his name was gally. then your heart pleaded with the universe to let home be the boy you'd only met today.

"maya..." he muttered, picking up a handful of sand and let it slip through his fingers. "she loved the ocean. because each time the water left the shore, she knew it would come back." he finished, looking at you once again. he searched for any tell-tale sign that his words felt familiar to you. they didnt. "she told me that."

he could recall the way you used to talk with your hands, a bounce in your step, and your eyes wide with wonder and love as you spoke to him. you wasted your love on him, but he had overlooked it. he had overlooked you, missing the way your smile would falter when he changed the subject or how you would stumble over your words, desperately wishing he would just listen to you.

"she's a smart girl," you hummed, your eyes trained on the crash of the waves and the flutter of seagulls as the passed by. "can i ask... what happened?"

gally let out a shaky breath, inhaling the salty scent of the sea. "she was in trouble," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, as if he was afraid to hear his own words. he spoke slowly, each word heavy and dry in his mouth. "she was in trouble, and i ignored her."

he remembered how you ran to him in the middle of the hallway, begging him to help you run away. you told him how you overheard the scientists discussing sending you to the maze trials, how you panicked at the thought of losing your memories and everything you'd worked for being wiped away. your voice trembled with fear and desperation, but he ignored you.

you gently nodded, letting him know you were listening, though you kept your eyes closed, allowing the sounds and smells of the beach to envelop you. you'd never seen water run the way the waves swayed against the wind, their movements both soothing and relentless. the way the water crashed against the rocks and sand with such urgency, only to retreat and disappear, fleeting from the very reason it fought so hard to get to.

"i grew selfish and i lost nearly everything i loved because of it," he sighed, reverent. he hated how you looked at him like you'd never seen him before, but you haven't. that was his fault. he wanted to you to see what he saw, to show you his memories, to make you feel what he felt. "we were sixteen."

he looked at you, his eyes desprate as the blue drew you in. they taunted you, and it hurt how you noticed every similarity between his his eyes and beth's. the green bits that crowded his irises, and the blue that reminded you of the waves on the shore before you. but he silently begged for you to stop thinking about her.

"i should know you shouldn't i?" the thought burned your heart.

gally nodded, his head hung low as he pursed his lips. he had hoped when he saw you in the last city, that seeing him could trigger your memories and bring you back to him. but as he saw you above the hill across the safe haven, staring at him with nothing but curiosity, he knew he had truely lost you. it got worse when he watched you write beth's into the stone so delicately.

"beth," you started, her name bitter on your tongue. "we were together in the springs." you explained to him everything you knew about the maze. you told him about your life back when you were just a sprout, a new arrival. you had come up from the lift just a month before beth, but when you saw her, you already knew her. he listened intently, watch how you smiled when you told him about her and the blue of her eyes.

"she was stung because of me," you admitted, recalling the day you snuck her into the maze. "when she went through the shift... i couldn't bare to stand the yelling. the screaming. i couldn't face the fact that she was like that because of me." you fidgeted with your shoelaces, twisting the fabric between your fingers as you spoke. "i didn't talk to her after that. and the last time i saw her—when i was finally ready to be there—she was bleeding out on the floor."

"that's the thing about people, isn't it?" she muttered. "they leave at the worse times, then come back when you stop needing them."

you let a tear slip as the weight of your words exhoed between the both of you, ringing true for different reason. gally could remember the exact moments your pleas had sunk in, but by then, the last time he'd seen you was on the screens of the security room, running the maze and killing a griever. he could still remember the desperation in your tone, the thought finally sinking in that you reached out to him—only him—because you wanted him to care.

his eyes glazed over, recalling the way he treated people before and after the maze. he could remember all the yelling he did, all the pain he could've caused. the most vividly though, chuck laying on the floor of the wicked facility, his blood pooling under him. he remembered falling to his knees, the pain is his shoulder numb compared to the hatred his heart held for him. "i was a terrible person..." he confessed, his voice breaking.

your brows furrowed as you frowned. gally kept his head low, glaring daggers at his feet with an intensity. the anger in his soul was the only thing more powerful than the vicious regret that gnawed at him from the inside.

"maybe you weren't," you shrugged, and for a moment you paused. you gently took his hand in yours, your skin smooth against his as you took your time to intertwine your fingers together in a way that felt right to you, yet familiar to gally. he let you lay your head against his shoulder, the only weight that felt comfortable on his shoulders, and you let him wrap his arm around you waste, the only touch you truely believed to be genuine. "maybe you were just sixteen."

guys do u get it. cus her name wss maya. yes like maya hawke. and she loved him but he didnt. and he lost sky when her memories got wiped. so he wrote her name on the stone thing. and he loves her now but she doesnt. she loves beth. but beth is dead. but they have the same eyes. cus theyre equivalents. so. they bother get second chances. hypothetically. they can finally be there for each other. but. she only loves him now. because he reminds her of beth. so all we can do now i pray that maya can love the boy the way she loved the ocean. though the ocean could also be all three of them. maya on shore then gally off shore. gally on shore then maya off. then maya and beth on shore then maya off. then maya on and beth off. now both gally and maya on shore. the shore representing love.

omg guys im losing it.

[beplerblurbs]

Hi! can I request number 1 but can you make it Gunwook .thank you

coffee stains p.g.

a/n: hii thank u for requesting @lovehoa !! i’ll do my best. someone request taerae please 😭

pairing: gunwook x gn!reader

warnings: none! just fluffy stuff,, well not proofread

w/c: idk! will find out tmr

gunwook's parents had gone on vacation for the summer while you and him were working part time to save up for university. since you and gunwook had been dating for so long, his parents let you have the house key for those days when their son slept through his alarm…

instead, you usually make breakfast for him in the morning before you both go to work while he makes dinner or gets takeout for you after work.

you unlock his front door and slip off your shoes, admiring all of his cute family photos in the foyer, you can tell how much he loves his mom in them.

you start off in the kitchen by brewing up coffees for yourself and gunwook, and then going on to create a chocolate chip pancake batter, pouring them into heart shapes.

gunwook complained about his manager making him stay overtime last night, so you knew he was tired and decided to let him sleep in a bit. you tried to be as quiet as you could be with cooking, tip toeing around and gently closing the fridge and such.

you finished the pancakes stacks and made a side of eggs and bacon to get you guys energized for the day. you iced the coffees and added condensed milk, just like how gunwook likes it.

after setting down breakfast onto the dinner table, you think of waking up gunwook with his ice coffee. so you walk up to his door and slowly open his door to see an empty, dishevelled bed.

his washroom was outside his bedroom and it was empty, you didn’t know where he was. “hm? gunwook?” you say confused.

the moment after you suddenly saw gunwook jump from the other side of the door with his hands up and yelling to scare you.

you yelp and stumble backwards, causing the ice coffee to spill all over your clothes. gunwook catches you in time to stop you from falling, letting the plastic cup fall to the ground. he goes from a smiley, laughing mood to a solemn, worried expression.

“y/n! are you okay?” he’s checking your body to check for any injuries, you ignore him, “hhhh you’re so annoying, how can i go to work with this?!”you look at your coffee soaked hoodie and pants.

you walk to the washroom to wipe off the coffee before it gets sticky. “i’m sorry y/n i didn’t know you were bringing me coffee.” you sigh, you understand where hes coming from but you were annoyed.

“babe how am i supposed to go to work like this,” you work at the convenience store near gunwook’s but too far from your place to get a new shirt.

as if a lightbulb flashed above your boyfriend’s head, he made a small ‘o’ face while walking back into his room and back out.

“here wear my clothes,” a warm, apologetic smile grows on gunwook’s face as he hands you a clean black hoodie and sweatpants.

you take a sniff and it still smells like him even being freshly washed. you melt a little and give in, “thank you gunwook, i can’t stay mad,” you giggle, closing the bathroom door to change.

leaving the bathroom you find an empty hallway, so you go back to the kitchen to see gunwook with a new iced coffee, smiling while scrolling on his phone.

gunwook turns his head to see you, “oh…” he stands up and walks closer to you

“why do i look stupid? its a little big on me” you blush looking at yourself.

“no not at all. you look really good in my clothes that’s all” gunwook bites his lip, surprised at his confession. he found clothes engulfing you whole as very endearing and cute.

your cheeks somehow turn more beet red because of his compliment. you hug him and hide your face in his chest, “you’re so embarrassing.”

gunwook simply laughs and hugs you back, patting your head.

“let’s eat breakfast now.”

as you guys eat gunwook explains that he overheard you come in and cook breakfast which is why he waited to scare you.

“i mean, you should’ve seen the look on your face!” gunwook imitates your spooked expression, making you slap his shoulder.

“i had a whole cup of coffee in my hand! of course i’d be scared.”

gunwook taps his closed lips with his index, “mmm sounds like a you issue.” he laughs and immediately expects the worse, getting up from his seat and leaning away from you.

“you-!” you grab your half full iced coffee and get up and chase after him around the house, “i’m not afraid to throw it on you!”

mornings like these were always gunwook’s favourites.

[maiverie]

btw triage is at like 10k right now (completed!!!) I'm just tired af so im just gna proofread it tmr and update :))))))))

[rint4rous]

07.07 ani day <3

karma stares at the wrapped box on the table. what if she doesn't like it? he never cared this much for these things, so why is he so anxious? giving a lot of thought to one present was already out of character for him but worrying so much after? who is this man, because it's definitely not him.

his phone buzzed and he looks at the message. from the birthday girl.

thank youuu!!!! for the spam. and the greeting too i guess. o(>ω<)o

are you coming here or want me to wait at the station for you?

he replies.

whoa, a text without the word 'asshat' for once? kiriya-chan finally matured. i'm so proud!!! i'll be there soon :)

he laughs at the reply that came seconds later, as he expected.

oh my god. i'll see you soon, asshat. (＃`Д´)

he puts his phone in his pocket and picks up the small box. it's fine, he tries to convince himself. he had gone shopping with mizuki and itona for gifts, and mizuki's input helped him more than he'd admit. if mizuki hadn't gone with them, itona probably would've gotten anielle a screwdriver set and karma? who knows.

he thinks of the conversation mizuki and anielle had about a necklace three weeks ago.

"oh? ani, did you always have that necklace?" mizuki asks, looking at it. karma looks at it too. he's never noticed it before either, but he doesn't really care. it's just a necklace.

it wasn't a big deal until anielle says: "huh? oh yeah. shuu gave it to me when we were second years, and i've worn it ever since. you just noticed it?"

mizuki brought up that conversation when they were thinking of what to get. he wasn't too fond of buying anielle a new necklace at first, but he had no idea what to get. besides, he and asano weren't competing on academics alone anymore; somehow a new unspoken competition for anielle's attention began. asano once bragged about anielle wearing that necklace every day since he gave it to her, as if that means anything. she gets more face time with me, who's really winning now? one-upping asano isn't karma's priority, of course not, but it would be killing two birds with one stone. seeing anielle in something he got and asano defeated? thinking about it is almost enough to get rid of his worries right now.

he takes the box and puts it in his bag. he heads out of his house and starts making his way to anielle's.

~

"did you and mizuki make a bet? i woke up to about 25 messages each from the both of you. sent at 12am," anielle asks, brushing a leaf off her shoulder.

"hm, unspoken competition, i guess," karma shrugs. "who won?"

"it may have been a tie?"

"boo, boring. i wanted bragging rights," he takes one of his hands out of his pockets and slides the classroom door open.

mizuki is the first person they see. she exclaims, holding out a present, "happy birthday ani!!"

anielle takes it, "thank you, mizu! you didn't have to get me anything..."

"i had to. for my favorite hag."

"hey!" anielle playfully punches her shoulder before heading to her own desk. she gets greeted by the few classmates who get there early. rio, to their surprise, walks in shortly after karma and anielle did. she pulls anielle out of the classroom.

"so... did you give it to her yet?" mizuki asks karma as soon as anielle is out of earshot. karma shakes his head no. "why not? dude, don't tell me you're nervous? oh my god."

"shut up."

"oh my, it's mr. karma's first time actually getting serious about somebody, and he doesn't know how to handle it! poor thing, let mizuki help you!" she teases, poking his cheeks, which had a hint of red to them. mizuki's enjoying this more than she probably should.

he swats her hand away, "you are so annoying."

anielle and rio walk back in the classroom, and anielle has a box in her hands and frosting on her cheek.

as anielle walks back to her desk, mizuki whispers, "come on, give it to her now."

karma whispers back, "no. not now."

mizuki was going to say something, but anielle's already standing in front of them. anielle takes out her handkerchief from her pocket and wipes her cheek. mizuki is shooting karma a look, but karma pretends he doesn't notice and listens to anielle talk about how rio caught her by surprise with a cupcake and wiping frosting on her face. their other classmates start to file in one by one or in small groups, greeting anielle with a happy birthday. their teacher is the last to say their greeting, and class starts.

lunch rolls by, and mizuki is still giving karma a look. anielle excuses herself to go to the bathroom.

"if it's an audience your suddenly shy ass is worrying about it, invite her outside or something."

"what if she doesn't like it?"

"that's what you're worried about? anielle will literally take anything. she would've taken that screwdriver set itona was gonna buy for her. doesn't mean she likes it, yes, but dude. honestly, if it's from you, she'll be happy with it. besides, it's the one she really wanted, isn't it?"

itona walks up to them with his lunch in hand, "what are we talking about?"

"karma. and the present."

"he hasn't given it yet? i'm surprised," itona says as he sits down at the desk in front of anielle's. "she'll be glad with whatever. since it's you."

"that's what i said!"

"the last thing i need is the both of you pestering me about this. i'll give it later, i swear."

"listen, s—"

the conversation stops when anielle comes back. mizuki changes the subject and asks anielle if she had any plans for her birthday. karma feels itona staring at him.

~

anielle's siblings run inside first. as she opens the front door, karma speaks.

"hey. happy birthday," he says, holding out the small rectangular box.

"o-oh!" she takes it. "thank you. you didn't have to. can i open it now?"

"sure, go ahead," karma replies, feeling a little anxious again. what if she thought he was unoriginal and was copying asano? what if she doesn't like the color? what if questions spin in his head while she watched him open the present.

anielle gasps and karma watches as her lips curl into a smile. "oh my god, i had my eye on this for 2 weeks now but they were sold out! how did you get your hands on this?"

something about the way anielle's eyes lit up and how big her smile was washed karma's anxieties away. he replies, relieved, "hm. pulled some strings."

anielle suddenly jumps on him for a hug, catching karma off guard, "thank you. really."

karma replies after a short pause, "i'm glad you like it."

"yeah? knowing you, i bet you probably didn't think too much about what to get me. but seriously. thank you again," she waves as she opens the door, ready to go in, still smiling. "asshat. see you tomorrow."

"you're welcome. see you tomorrow, kiriya-chan~"

~

karma can't help the smirk that creeps up on his face when asano notices the silver and blue necklace instead of orange and gold.

[meltwonu]

|     𝖓𝖊𝖔𝖓 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒     |     CHAPTER 7

pairing; camboy!seokmin x female!reader

this chapter’s notes; camboy!au, university!au, camboy!seokmin, masturbation, side!readerxmingyu, dirty talk, degradation, hair pulling, there’s like one liners about daddy!kink/choking/blindfolds, hookups! AAHHH finally! CH 7! 😭💕 Omg the way this was supposed to be posted literally how many fuckin weeks ago LOOOL ☠️🥲 I also ended up splitting this chapter and making it shorter since I didn’t have much time to proofread, but ch 8 is long bc of that so dkfjskdh sorry in advance 🥴💕 Also I will be fixing my masterlists tonight and then just reblogging them tmr! Also will try to catch up on inbox msgs tmr too! I know I’m very behind on a lot of stuff, I’m rly just overwhelmed from the entirety of august lol 🥲🥲 But as always, thank you so so so so so so so much for your constant support 💕 Ya’ll mean so much to me 🥺 So enjoy ch 7, have a good rest of your day and I will see you tmr! I love you!! 💕💕

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - ?

*queued post. 

The two of you ace the paper, naturally.

Even when your professor told you that points would be docked for having to redo the paper.

‘I just can’t do that to my best student,’ she’d said - eyes glancing fondly at Seokmin as he sheepishly smiled back. ‘And it was a great paper. The two of you worked together fantastically!’

Seokmin could only blush when he got you alone after class; delicate fingertips nervously itching a spot on his cheek while you stood across from him picking at a loose thread on your sweater.

You nervously smiled back - only for a different reason than himself.

‘I’ll have to repay you somehow, it’s only fair! You did most of the work because of me!,’ he exclaimed, ‘How about we get dinner sometime? On me, of course!’

Visions of his sweet face smirking at you with lust pooling in his eyes are all you can see when you blink - but you agree, head nodding shakily as he’d laughed and readjusted his book-bag.

‘I’ll text you sometime soon then, so we can find a good time for the both of us? I have some things to deal with so it might not be for a while... But I’ll remember!’

‘Sounds good!’

And Seokmin can tell something’s off about you; ‘maybe she’s just tired today’, he thinks to himself, nodding when you smile shyly and start to make a move to leave before him.

‘I’ll see you later, okay, Seokmin? I gotta go... Uh, class and stuff, y’know?’

And you do see him later. Kind of.

‘Hey everyone, welcome back to my stream! If I’m being honest, I’ve been kind of wondering lately… Which pet names do you guys like me using? Let me know in the comments! I could use some feedback and ideas!’

Seokmin streams three times in one week - half because he really needs the cash and the other half because he’s been feeling somewhat on edge lately himself.

His workload for classes aren’t letting up, Jihoon’s only getting stricter with his lessons and the university’s production of Xcalibur is coming up and he’s crossing his fingers for the lead.

But in the midst of it all, he spends any free time trying to come up with ideas for live streams and the constant talking about sex whilst not even bothering to get off himself finally gets to him late one night when he’s tucked alone in bed with his thoughts.

‘Maybe I should go to one of Soonyoung’s parties next time and let off some steam… That might help...’ He tells himself; even if he’s generally not fond of them at all.

‘And then I could--’

“Oh! Mingyu! Mmh, fuck, your cock is so biiiiiiig~!”

Seokmin’s teeth grit in an instant - eyes darting to the wall that he shared with his next door neighbour. It wouldn’t be the first time, but at some point Seokmin had learned to tune it out - until just now when he couldn’t.

“Yeah? You like that? Fuck, your pussy is so fuckin’ tight around me, baby… I can’t even fit all of my cock inside…”

‘Not again…’ Flashbacks of almost walking into Jeonghan that one time making him groan.

Except this time, Seokmin chooses to indulge.

Because while he was smart enough to soundproof his room whenever he streamed - that didn’t mean his neighbours always did. 

‘Well, as long as Mingyu doesn’t find out...’ Grumbling, Seokmin turns onto his side facing away from the wall - hand palming himself over his sweats as he bites into his bottom lip.

‘Just a little bit… Just let me cum once and I’ll go to bed, I swear…’

And you’re not necessarily proud of it.

“Oh, god, p-please, harder! Need you to--to fuck me so, a-ah, so much harder!”

But the way Mingyu’s bed slams against the wall when he starts to thrust into you harder makes your eyes roll to the back of your head and forget that Seokmin lives just in the apartment next door and can probably hear the two of you, clear as day.

‘It’s not like he knows it’s me anyway...’

“Surprised you finally came around, baby~ Mm, what made you want me, hmm?” A cocky grin eases itself onto Mingyu’s lips as you fight the urge to roll your eyes.

“Nothin’ just… Heard from a friend of a friend that you were good in bed and wanted to see for myself~” You retort; nails digging into the skin of his back as he winces.

“And? Living up to your expectations, princess?” 

“Ngh, right n-now you’re at a--a 7 so...”

The smirk on Mingyu’s face slides clean off as he growls; nails digging into your skin as you moan. 

“Let’s see about that then, princess.”

Seokmin’s hand is slicked with precum and the metallic taste in his mouth from biting down on his lip hard enough to draw blood make his head feel fuzzy. 

“Ah, f-fuck, right there! Fuck me harder there! Mmnh, feels so good when you p-pull on my hair~! I want it rough, p-please!”

“Fuck, your desperate ‘lil cunt is squeezing my cock so tight... You’re such a filthy ‘lil thing, aren’t you, baby? So fucking desperate for cock~ I’m gonna make you get on your knees and clean off my cock after I’m done fucking your pretty ‘lil cunt, okay?”

“Y-yes!”

Seokmin’s hand slides up and down his shaft - hips thrusting into his enclosed palm as he hides underneath his bedsheets, writhing with the urge to cum. 

‘Fuck, I’m so c-close... Just need to cum so bad...’ 

He can already imagine the position Mingyu’s in with the stranger - Mingyu fucking them from behind with his hands tangled in their hair as he pulls them towards his own body. 

And Seokmin’s mind races at the suggestions people had given him about the things they liked too - all of them suddenly making his mouth water at the thought of having someone pliant underneath him. 

‘I just want a daddy to put me in my place...’

‘I want to be blindfolded and be forced to cum over and over until I can’t take it...’

‘I want you to fuck me and use toys on me all night...’

‘I want you to choke me while you fuck my pussy hard...’

‘I wanna hear you praise me while you make a mess of me...’

A stuttered gasp falls from Seokmin’s lips as he tightens his grip around his cock - hand moving up and down his shaft twice as fast as he tries to race the stranger on the other side of the wall to an orgasm. 

“Mingyu, m-make me cum! I’m s-so close... My pussy feels so, mmh, f-fuckin’ full... B-but don’t cu--cum inside of, a-ah, me...” 

“Tsk, fine... I’m just gonna have to cum on that pretty face of yours then, okay, baby?” 

Seokmin’s mouth hangs agape as his wrist snaps faster; his head almost thrashing against his pillow as his toes curl and his entire body goes rigid when he tips over the edge and into an orgasm. 

‘Fucking finally...!’ He exclaims mentally - cum painting his hand and catching on his sweats and boxer briefs as he lets out a satisfied sigh while he rides out his high alone in his bed.

‘God, I need... Help.’

You don’t stay the night; not that you ever do when you have a hookup. 

Instead, you head home and take a long shower - massaging your scalp from where Mingyu tugged on your hair a little too hard and you take your time scrubbing away all the dried cum off of your skin. 

You weren’t necessarily crazy about hookups, but lately, you’d felt too on the edge to take care of it alone and listening to Dokyeom’s live streams had only made it harder for you to focus when you were too busy thinking about him and his voice all day.

‘God, the toys are only going to do so much... I really need to figure this out...’ You mentally sigh, ‘Should I stop listening to his stream? Maybe that would help...’

But the thought alone makes you a little sad - especially when it seemed like he was starting to stream more recently and was starting to find confidence in himself to do it.

‘Nah, I’ll just... Figure something out later. When I have more time.’

One New Message

1:54AM

From: Suggested: Lee Seokmin

‘Sorry for the late message, I couldn’t sleep 😅 But I’m free on Friday night if you wanted to get dinner still? I had plans but I think I’m gonna cancel them cuz I’m a little burnt out on creativity for my projects so... Yeah, just let me know! 😅 I know a great place in town! - Seokmin’

[akirameta84]

chapter one of the wof au fic will be finished tonight, and will be over 6k words lol. hopefully that makes up for the two month wait. however i wont be posting till tmr cause im gonna finish writing tonight and go to sleep cause today was fucking awfully tiring and stressful and i had to write an essay for a standardized test and do not have the energy to proofread rn. and because i know what time of day posting fics does better at lol. so yeah, for sure chap 1 is being posted tmr. a long wait after the prologue, ik

[chrissdollie]

photography field - c.s

notes/warnings: chris sturniolo x fem reader, reader has longish/medium length hair, cursing, suggestive content (they just make out thats it) wc: 353

a/n: this is has been in my drafts for probably over a month now.. i’m so slow guys. if u sent a req and i haven’t gotten to it, just know it’s because i’m slow as shit. anyways NOT PROOFREAD!

“fhuckk yeah just like that, dont move"

you stick out your tongue slightly, bending down to capture the gorgeous moment in front of you. chris is squatting down in a plains field with green plants in his hands. you drooled over his pose and adored how he looked in this lighting.

"you got it?" your boyfriend asks, not moving his head incase you hadn't taken the photo yet. you hum, standing up again while opening your camera roll, looking through the pictures you took. he rises after you, taking a step to you. he leans his head down to look at the captures, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

"gosh, it's so hot, i'm sweating." you whine, pushing your hair out of your face and into a makeshift ponytail with your hands for a second before dropping them back down to your sides.

"womp womp"

you side eye your boyfriend, him giggling at your response. you glance at his naked half, loving how it looks in the sun, giving you an idea. "when we get back, i have an idea for a pose you could do." you mention, putting your camera away for the moment.

he nods in response, seeming to be glancing at you too since you weren't wearing much. he licks his lips as he leans in, grabbing your hips. “hey buddy, what do you think you’re doing?” you giggle, tapping his chest with your finger. he sticks his tongue out playfully. “shush you.” he mutters before connecting your lips

as you kiss, he reaches up to push your hair out of the way, holding it in his hands. he sticks his tongue inside, playing with yours. you lean against him, feeling his bare chest against yours.

you moan into his mouth, feeling his hands grab on your ass and that's when you know you have to stop because you wont be able to say no. you grunt quietly, gently pushing him away. you both wipe away spit on your lips. "not here" you bashfully chuckle.

he pouts childishly but complies respectfully. “you owe me one.” he sticks out his tongue.

a/n: THE MAKEOUT WAS SO SHORT IM SO SORRY IM TIRED BUT ILL MAKE IT BETTER TMR TRUST 🤞🏽🤞🏽

tags: @latinasforchrizz @leah-loves-lilies

[ifuthinkmylifeismessyseemyhair]

quarantine day 57

AND THE DAY HAS COME FELLA!!!!!!! I’M OFFICIALLY GRADUATED!!!!!!!!!! to be honest, i don’t have that all-those-4-years-kinda-paid-off feeling at all😂 i think when im done with money or prin invest, i did felt like a relief, but this is different... it’s like empty.. like shit, what’s next? then i just go straight to shower because it was 1:28am...

and gosh, today i spent 90% having trouble with page arrangement and another 10% proofreading... it was tired enough finding what to right but re-reading your shit and trying to make sense out of it was worse lmao

but im really happy and proud of myself, not entirely because of the work itself (because i do think i still need to practice my writing.. it was shit.. but not like that bad, like a rainbow shit lmao)

but because of how far i’ve come (yeah even my professor knew that i was somewhat late hahh)

from the first day that i was so lost and dont even feel like finding advisors.. dont know which topic i wanted to do... for real, i have no passion doing sr at all during the first 4 months of the semester, it’s like everything is scattered around and i dont know how to connect all the dots, so as usual, i start to give up eventhough i know i will have to do it anyway because i need to graduate! damn it😂

but yeah, like they said, everything is possible with deadline

looking back, it was quite a journey! although it’s not exactly like we all planned, there were no cafe hopping trying to find a place to work, there were no venting session with friends when you are tired, there were no money spent on starbucks haahhh tbh, i have no idea how things going to be different, maybe my thesis would have finished like a week earlier hahaha but regardless of everything, i’m glad it turned out the way it did💖

i was thinking about sleeping now because it’s 2:16am.. but i really want to watch a series hmmm or maybe tmr.... will see😂 but now gtg

officially unemployed yay!

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