#( wc:436 )

[lgcjiho]

━━ lee jiho : 2023 jiho day birthday surprise

the beginning of his birthday is nothing new really. he's in the studio late as usual, looking at the different things that he's been working on and trying to think if any of it is good enough to even bother to submit to the higher-ups.

his phone goes off with a bunch of messages at once, and he looks up from his laptop screen, surprised by the buzzing. he's not really expecting anyone to be calling him but the time and date on his screen have him realizing why people are suddenly messaging him.

he smiles, reading the texts from his parents and his cousins and friends and responds to them all before he goes onto twitter. he had completely forgotten that his birthday was coming up, considering everything was usually halloween-focused around this time. it's nice that the fans forgo their halloween celebrations to celebrate his birthday though, and he scrolls through the fan-voted hashtag for his birthday for a while, smiling to himself and saving some cute fanarts to use as a lockscreen one day or something.

deciding that tonight of all nights is a good one to sleep early, he heads back to the agito dorm and greets whoever is awake before he goes to sleep.

the next morning, jiho doesn't really expect anything but he's surprised by a meeting with kyuwon. he goes into the meeting a bit confused but he can't help the excitement that builds as their manager tells him about the new girl group that's debuting soon.

his brain is already whirring with ideas, thinking about which little snippets of songs on his laptop could be tweaked and edited to make this debut song a perfect one. the concept is one that he thinks is similar enough to agito's that it could possibly work, and they walk back to his studio together.

opening the door, he's about to say goodbye to their manager when the lights flick on and his eyes widen, flinching just slightly when the streamers and horns go off.

"wait ..." he pauses, squinting at the other agito members in slight amusement before realizing it's a birthday surprise and he laughs, walking into the room and looking around. it's decorated a bit haphazardly but he's touched anyway, and the cake is cute with a cat on it.

he thanks everyone happily and he sits down at his desk in front of the cake, the candles lit and he closes his eyes to make a wish like he's been told to.

after that, he blows out the candles.

( "wait—does that mean i'm not producing a song then?" )

[noelxbe]

how to react to a love confession?

"you ask, i'll answer"

(disclaimer: this obviously did not actually happen, it's simply for the event!)

...

noel isn’t unfamiliar with getting love confessions, he got quite a lot during high school, and though the amount went down after he graduated, the love confessions did not vanish. noel’s popular, always has been, and he’s for some reason quite easy to fall for.

if the feelings weren’t mutual noel blinks, he almost doesn’t want her to finish, almost wants to interrupt her, but wouldn’t that be rude? he’s not interested in everything she has to say, she’s said enough, it’s obvious, this is another love confession. he stands still as he listens, as she compliments him and lets him know how long she's liked him and why she likes him. noel finds it brave of her to confess her feelings, of course he does, especially with how he always turns people down, never really a successful confession yet people keep trying. it seems like she’s finished, and she’s ended up too shy to look him in the eyes, her eyes fixed on the ground instead, her cheeks red. a sigh escapes noel’s lips, however how many times he must do this, it doesn’t exactly ever get easier. “i’m not interested” she looks up “not just in you, nobody to be truthful”. it’s been years since he dated, but truth is he’s still not over his first love, and he can’t attempt to love someone else knowing he won’t love them like he loved his first and last boyfriend. maybe some day he’ll be able to love someone like that again, but not yet. “i’m sorry, i really am, i’m thankful for your confession, but i’m not looking to date right now” again, forced to turn someone down.

if the feelings were mutual noel’s been unable to crush on anyone since his last boyfriend, sometimes wondering if he’d ever get to feel that kind of feeling again, but at last he has. there’s someone he likes, but he’s shy about it, fearing if he confessed then he’d be turned down. he knows what it’s like to turn someone down, not how to be turned down. and he finds himself with the very person he has a crush on, fiddling with the end of his sleeves, smiling at every word she says. “noel” she speaks his name, and he’s quick to look at her, every word she says bringing him joy, “i like you, like like you” his eyes widen and he stares at her for a few seconds. “would you be my girlfriend then?” he questions, getting straight to the point, if he likes her and she likes him, wouldn’t this be the most obvious answer? to date. 

[lgcyushin]

▶▶ LOADING … brass sound and guitar

having such an upbeat and vibey song... it falls right in line with the essence of agito music, and it's fun with verus and agito together. the more the merrier. with the addition of new members being able to participate, it really solidified the new era of v&a. the lyrics and getting his lines down aren't the difficult part, but the ultimate prep for himself to be in sync with the other members is getting his dance moves in. it is an area that's steadily improved for him since debut, but he would like to ensure that his dance moves are clean, especially in a lineup of even more members. sure, sure - people may say that in a bigger group of people, that its easier to 'hide' behind with everyone else, but no. yushin personally feels that it is a bigger deal than within back when they were three because it'd be so easy to pick out the one that wasn't in sync with the rest of the entire group. he doesn't want to ever fall too far behind, and that's what he's learned through the years - to properly balance all of his skillsets if possible.

the thing about this song in particular is that the dancing is nonstop even during their lines, and even when they were not in the main spot, they were all doing something, at one time. some bits seemed more 'ad-lib'esque/fun, spontaneous and impulsive during the non-synchronized sections, but no, this was all planned to perfection. upbeat songs allowed for a certain airiness and cheerfulness that yushin loved in music. not a single moment where any members went off-stage to 'rest'. continued three minutes and a half of glorious dancing and music. yea. he really liked this concept. yushin really enjoyed the songs, the whole show, their roles - it was.... perfect.

there is always going to be satisfaction in knowing that his voice is stable while during the dance during his rap, and not standing out in any particular way when he is dancing in the back. he's not falling behind. he won't fall behind. enjoy himself. have fun. do his best. be a present and shoulder for the group. he isn't the oldest for nothing, being another watchful eye over the group whilst the two leaders stand tall. the audio clicks off and loops again, and he takes a deep breath, giving himself a moment before snapping out of it. again! he leans to press over on the screen to replay the song from the beginning, and the idol moves back into place, in front of his reflection. again.

[shwoyo]

babygirl ! ﹫ various; saiki k

🏷️: (seperste) saiki, nendou, kaido, and aren x gn!reader, fluff, use of pet name 'babygirl'

wc: 436

a/n: IM SO SORRY its short even though this ask has been in the inbox for a while... and also, its a screenshot because i accidentally deleted it too 😭😭😭 forgive me omg BUT HEY, i'm back! also, not-proofread :)

𐙚 SAIKI KUSUO

you know his shocked mixed with disgust reaction, yea that's what his face would look like when you first called him that

"what the fuck did you just call me?"

"never call me that again." he'll say in a threatening way

and he's so serious about not liking it, he's not a damn baby, nor a girl

and to be honest i feel like he doesn't really like any pet-names/call-signs

oh and he would probably just brush it off the rest of the day, but he's giving you side eye's.

𐙚 NENDOU RIKI

he wouldn't mind being called babygirl

i think he wouldn't even realize LOL it would just be a normal day for him

i think it would go like this:

"hey babygirl, do you wanna eat ramen later?" you asked him, seeking his reaction on the call sign you used for him 'babygirl'. "oh- huh? yea sure, i'm down!" he says happily and casually, not minding the call sign.

you'd probably just stand there in shock, the way he doesn't give a damn about it

well what did yew expect, there is nothing going on in his brain, like literally.

𐙚 KAIDOU SHUN

his expression and mind is all over the place

his mind is malfunctioning so hard

i fear he would be blushing so hard BUT i think out of embarrassment.

"w-why'd you call me that?" he asks, tone faltering like he was about to cry.

the reason why i think he's embarrassed on why you called him babygirl is because of his nature LMAO he'd overthink that you think that he's a whimp or something

once you tell him that its because you just wanted to see his reaction, he's relieved.

but you also gotta comfort him afterwards, he's about to bawl like crazy.

he needs reassurance okay.

please tell him its okay to be called babygirl.

and that he's not a weakling.

please

𐙚 AREN KUBOYASU

he has that shocked look, like superr shocked kinda look.

"w...what... did you just... call me?"

his brain would malfunction too, i think.

and it would be because he's overthinking LOL

'what the hell' 'why'd they call me that?' 'what's that supposed to mean?!' 'are they belittling me?!'

his thoughts are ALL OVER THE PLACE

but after you ask him if he's okay (please do ask him.) he'll question you "why'd you call me that? i'm not a baby, nor a girl."

after you tell him that it's just a silly little prank to see his reaction, all his thoughts are gone and he's okay again

if you continue calling him babygirl though i think he'd get used to it

HES MY BABYGIRL TBH

© shwoyo, all rights reserved.

[gyurilla]

if i say, i love you — lee riwoo smau

pairing - lee riwoo x afab!reader

synopsis: riwoo accidentally retweets one of your old posts, thinking he’s on his spam account. he quickly deletes it, but your friend manages to screenshot it before it’s gone. you play it cool, acting like it was no big deal—pretending you haven’t secretly had a crush on him for years and thinking it was just a harmless mistake. but riwoo knows it wasn’t a mistake

genre: slow burn? mutual crush, angst?, fluff, humor, kys jokes, and swearing, smau & half written, non idols, university au

note: reader is one year younger than riwoo, (includes njz hanni, illit moka, enhypen jungwon, sunoo)

taglist: @pinkiwinkiminki @banez @oowir @viesin @nujeskz @torkorpse @coffee-addict-kitten @8makes1atom @tempewra @jungwonbropls @janjoonty @uncasings @lvlyhiyyih @tkooooop @quinnynation @addictedtoboba @letwiiparkjay @skibidihan @dobbiesvvorld @jvngw0nlvr @conwunder @imma-jiki @koocreampie @totalnieparksunghoon

march 22, 2025 - april 29, 2025

profiles 1 | profiles 2

01. I BLAME WOONHAK!!

02. wait..she followed me [hehe]

03. WHO IS THAT GUY [disdain] (wc; 274)

04. i want to talk to him (wc; 182)

05. JUNGWON DID WHAT?? (wc; 625)

06. the text (wc; 522)

07. #HIM (wc; 788)

08. i’m sorry

09. are u fkin kiddin??

10. false alarm!!

11. rekindle?

12. unexpected trip

13. rooms & beach (wc; 1.k)

14. if i say, i love you (wc; 436)

side story 1 ;

COMPLETED

work of @gyurilla

a/n: i wanted to try out SMAU cause when i was lurking i barley saw any riwoo fics, and i was a little sad cuz riwoo is my bias so i decided why not and came up with this [blink]

[saturnville]

can I take you out? | terry richmond

pairing: terry richmond x black fem oc summary: neither lovers or friends, but he'll always treat her as his woman. warnings: fluff, confusion between fwb. wc: 436 an: a brief continuation of lovers nor friends. song reference: can I take you out, luther vandross remember: likes are nice, but reblogs, asks, and comments are encouraged!

However, he was romantic. A quality inherited from Southern morals and seeing the foundational love of his grandparents translate to his parents. There was a standard for how a man should treat the woman in his life, which he was told as a young boy. His grandmother remained blissfully unaware of the price of the mortgage each month. His mother never touched a door. His younger sister didn't take out the trash. Not because they were incapable, but the provision blended with romanticism was a bar the men in his family set to the high heavens, never to be lowered. 

So when it came to her, it was instinctual to act the same way. Her fingers never wrapped around a door handle. She didn't pump her own gas, despite being more than capable. She was the recipient of a tenderness that glazed over his eyes whenever he looked at her. 

But they weren't lovers, not in the traditional sense. 

Yet, he acted as if they were. During her weekly grocery run, which he often joined, he'd keep his hand planted on her hip as she leaned into him, eyes studying the variety of fruits, vegetables, and grains for her consumption. Natural. No hesitation. Nothing forced. His smile when she laughed wasn't one of amusement. It was possessive. Prideful, if one would say. One that spoke the words he didn't have to say. She's mine. 

She, however, was different. Hesitant, afraid, if he had to describe it. What could be done with a simple agreement? The weight of her yes was heavy, but she couldn't alleviate the pressure by her own hand. Now, two had to suffer behind soft smiles, sneaky glances, and gentle kisses. 

His intentionality didn't change. One pierced heart didn't have to bleed into the other. Maybe, he thought, if his approach changed, maybe she would change her mind, too. He could only hope that God would answer his prayer. 

So he did what he'd never done before. A large bouquet was sent to her office before she arrived at 9 in the morning. The white roses were a stark contrast to the dimness of her office, which welcomed stoicism and focus. When she arrived, her jaw dropped, and a soft coo came from her. 

The roses stood proudly in the middle of her desk, a small note in front of it. Her heavy purse slid off her forearm and to the tan rolling chair behind her desk. 

Excuse me for being so forward. I think you're stunning and would love to get to know you more...can I take you out tonight?

- TR

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Tags: @mauvecherie-writes @saintslewis @vile-harlot @emjayewrites @turn-thy-paige @theglamclosetsl @kirayuki22 @greedyjudge2 @notapradagurl7 @irishmanwhore @honeytoffee @theogbadbitch @jazziejax @kumkaniudaku @becauseimswagman1

[devnmon]

astarion plays with your hair

picture by @qtval | find their original post here!

summary: just a little blurb i wrote forever ago about astarion playing with reader's hair that i cleaned up and wanted to post. something comforting <3

wc: 436

It had been a particularly rough day.

Being the leader in your group of companions was stressful enough, but it was evident by the way everyone dragged themselves back to camp how much of a a toll it had taken on all of you. As if the sheer amount of blood drenched in your clothes wasn't testament enough to how exhausted you all were.

Astarion walked close by your side until the two of you arrived at the tent you shared, peeking his eyes over to check in when he could. The vampire become your rock, the one you leaned on, confided in, trusted with everything including having your back whenever needed. A massive amount of love and adoration that followed was just the cherry on top.

To have someone that devoted to supporting you filled your heart with a new kind of strength made this heavy journey you were on much lighter. But any physical capabilities you had drained long ago after the last battle of the day. He knew you were weak, you knew you were weak, and yet he kept you pushing all the way back to camp.

"Just a little while longer, love. Then we can sleep the night away until morning. No one's asking any more of you until then."

His words were enough to shamelessly support you without fail. A hand on your back every step of the way. You could have cried from exhaustion, the way your body felt drawn to the ground with each next step.

It was the warmth of the campfire and meal you shared that gave you a bit of respite. But exhaustion still lingered, pulling your eyelids down with each crack and pop of the singed wood.

Though the beckoning words of your vampire companion pulled you up from your position on the ground near the fire.

Come on, darling. Time to rest.

His tongue curling around each word calmed you, one hand around your waist and the other helping you to sit down. Always watching, tentative, cautious and careful with his movements. Changing to your camp clothes was the last debilitating part of your day, having snuggled up with your companion not a moment after.

Your head lay on his chest, welcoming the fingers that raked through your hair. It was a motion that always relaxed you, touch gracing the strands of your hair ever so gently. Astarion's nimble fingers wrapped your locks around his hands, one of the many ways he signals that he feels safe around you.

There you both lay, eyelids heavying as his soft touches lull you to sleep.

[winxanity-ii]

𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍

╰ ⌞🇭‌🇪‌🇷‌🇲‌🇪‌🇸‌ 🇫‌🇮‌🇨‌🇸‌⌝

𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 ━━ ❝You should be thanking me, little thief.❞

𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛- you, a mortal thief, steal from the gods, catching the attention of Olympus' most notorious trickster. From curses to chases, Hermes sticks by your side-for better or worse-and it's hard to tell if he's saving you… or setting you up for disaster.

..... ... ..... ━━━━━━━☆☆━━━━━━━ ..... ... .....

. ⇘ ⇙ .

《 𝔸𝕠𝟛 𝕧𝕖𝕣. | 𝕎𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕡𝕒𝕕 𝕧𝕖𝕣. | ℚ𝕦𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕧 𝕧𝕖𝕣. 》

..... ... ..... ━━━━━━━☆☆━━━━━━━ ..... ... .....

Parts: 00 ┃ 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁 - 436 wc

01 ┃ 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 - 1.6k wc

02 ┃ 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 & 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬 - 2.0k wc

03 ┃ 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝 - 2.4k wc

04 ┃ 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 & 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐲 - 2.6k wc

05 ┃ 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 - 2.9k wc

06 ┃ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 - 2.2k wc

07 ┃ 𝐫𝐮𝐧, 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟 - 2.8k wc

08┃ 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 & 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 - 3.5k wc

09 ┃ 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡 - 3.0k wc

10 ┃ 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 3.1k wc

11 ┃ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐬 - 2.1k wc

12 ┃ 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠 & 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 - 3.3k wc

13 ┃ 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐥 - 1.8k wc

14 ┃ 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 - 4.5k wc

15 ┃ 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫 - 4.9k wc

16 ┃ 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐝'𝐬 𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐦 - 3.9k wc

17 ┃ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 - 2.2k wc

18 ┃ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 - 2.7k wc

19 ┃ 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟 - 1.7k wc

20 ┃ 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 - 2.9k wc

❏ Note: this fic will be a mixture of EPIC: The musical and the many variations of Greek mythological Gods to better fit the narrative, so basically, knowledge of EPIC: The Musical isn't technically needed; this book can be read with just common knowledge of Greek mythology.

⌜𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐅𝐢𝐜⌟

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾　🇵‌🇴‌🇸‌🇹‌-ᴇᴘɪᴄ!ᴀᴜ　☽༓･˚⁺‧͙

➢ 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥-𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚 ➢ 𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞/𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ➢ 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ➢ 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐲/𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫

[afyrian]

☆ many firsts w/ sakusa | wc: 436

m.list

    you hold a spatula up, leg crossed over the other, left foot pressing against the top of the right one. the sound of batter sizzling against the pan rattles through your ears, battling the radio playing on the countertop. sun peeks through thin curtains, illuminating the oven while not blinding you. the oven’s flames warm the room to a comfortable temperature.

  humming along to the music, you lean your head against the nearby wall. hands slip against your sides, tender fingers wrapping around your stomach. a head presses against your shoulder, lips kissing the side of your neck with a soft intensity. “good morning,” he whispers into your ear, head lifting up so his chin can rest on your shoulder.

  “good morning, handsome,” you whisper back, pressing your head against his, free hand reaching down to grab ahold of his. 

  your hand latches onto his, feeling just how much larger his fingers are to yours. you always knew he had large hands. the way they sleep around waist, how they ran along your hands, comfortable in every way. however, something feels different about how you hold his hand in yours. it feels natural, how despite the size, there’s a warmth there. “never noticed how large your hands are.”

  sakusa pushes his hand up, yours moving with it. outstretching his fingers, he lets your hand rest in his, the tips of your fingers not even close to reaching his. you both stand there for a second, admiring the differences between you. for a second, you let your mind wander, wander to the thought of rings on those fingers. wander to a time when it is just the two of you, forever.

  “i love you,” you mumble, staring down at the pancakes, flipping another.

  you’ve said it under your breath many times. during volleyball games, when you turn around in bed and find him asleep, when he runs into the kitchen to grab you a snack. and this time feels like every other, just with him in earshot, him there to witness your love with warm embraces.

  it takes sakusa a moment to breath it in, to take in your very words. it overwhelms his system to hear it from your lips. the same lips used to kiss him nearly every evening, the very same lips that taste like coffee or mint. his hand stays with yours though, squeezing softly against every finger. “i love you too,” his voice is just as quiet as yours. 

  however, the morning gravel in his voice makes it sound so much more beautiful coming from him, “you ready for breakfast?”

  “how about we just stand here for just one more second,” sakusa presses his lips against your skin once more, sending goosebumps down your body, a shiver running through your spine.

gen. taglist (open): @maybespiderman @causenessus @applepi25 @softpia @bakery-anon

@nekozaki @nnnyxie @kameyyy

[sook9i]

— SAY MY NAME

⋆｡°✩ nicknames TXT likes in the bedroom

. . . GENRE ! TXT x gn!reader | separate headcanons

. . . CONTAINS ! sir/daddy/master kink, dom!txt, yj - mean(?) dom, degradation (whore, cockwhore, slut), hair pulling, begging; sb - mentions of dollification & size kink, reader is dressed in skirts, reader is called bunny; bg - mean dom, degradation (whore), slapping, implied doggy(?); th - kinda mean dom, pet play (collars, ears, etc.), reader called pet and kitten; hk - reader called angel, baby, & pretty, implied fingering & overstimulation

. . . NOTES ! heyyyyyyyyy so um here ya go, sorry for disappearing it'll happen again

. . . ADMIN ! written by callie 😽

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YEONJUN - wc ! 212

Split pretty evenly between sir and daddy. Most of the time, depending on the circumstances, a simple “junnie” or “baby” will suffice. Other times, however, especially when he’s feeling cocky or frustrated or jealous, it’s not enough. Yeonjun is naturally pretty teasing and likely to sprinkle in degradation into his talking. Not necessarily mean or hard, just simply dominating. The times when explicit dynamics are in order often come about from Yeonjun practically breaking you down until you say it first. Denying you over and over until you’re a slobbering mess of begging “Please sir-pl-please please-hic-wan’ your cock sir-please.”

“Oh? So now the little whore wants to start respecting me?” His grip tightens on your scalp, lighting pain across the skin. An obviously fake frown stretches on his face, “Poor, helpless little slut. Should’ve listened when I told you to stop messing around. But you’re just a stupid needy cockwhore, aren’t you? Can’t stand ten minutes without sir’s cock in your mouth, huh? Pathetic.”

His sneer drives swaths of heat between your thighs and more tears welling in your eyes. “P-please sir, i’m-im so-sorry-sob-sh-should’ve done what s-sir said. Plea-please, just-just wan’ you so bad.”

“Well then.” He hands yanks your head right up to his, “Shut up and get on your knees.”

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SOOBIN - wc ! 436

To pair well with both his size kink and interest in dollification, Soobin is not opposed to being called Daddy. He’s quite fond of things more in the realm of nicknames: binnie, bin, or even just Soobin. However, there’s something so heavy in the name Daddy that Soobin truly cannot resist. Putting all of your trust in his hands, his to mold and care for and use. He simply can’t help but take all of the control you give him. Dressing you up and posing you. All ruffles and short skirts; perfect pinks and whites, a pure picture of innocence. In these moments, you’re all his to ruin.

Poised upon the bed like a porcelain doll, framed in voluminous skirts and petticoats spreading out beside you like wings. Soobin’s long fingers drag their way up along your calf. Slowly coming to rest in the middle of your thigh, running a nail beneath the tight elastic of your stocking. The sharp snap on your skin shocks a cold gasp from your throat. Shuddering, eyes shut tight as Soobin’s nose trails quickly behind the rest. Coming to a stop, faced with the guarded walls of all your layers of clothes, he finally looked up at you. You could barely look back, eyes screwed tight.

“Aww, poor bunny is trembling.”

It takes everything in you to suppress the high and needy whimper building in your throat. The muffled sound peaks with a hard clenching between your thighs which are quickly pulled apart. Soobin’s palms pressed into the plush, rubbing soft circles into the skin; his fingertips so close to the ache between your legs, it dragged out another pathetic whine.

Eyes clenched even tighter, fists curled at your sides; It spills through your lips before you can stop it. “D-daddy, please-just-please-hnng.” Hips canting upwards, held back by his grip.

Soobin’s smirk grows impossibly smug, gleaning up at you as he presses your hips firmly into the mattress. Hands slipping from your thighs, pushing at the mountains of lace keeping him away. His eyes devour the depraved sight between your thighs, a deeper hunger growing in them. Fingernails digging into the flesh beside his head, more and more whimpers coming from you as his lips and teeth clash so close to where you need him. A hand twirled tight around his hair and a sharp tug on it all, his own neediness is catching up to him.

With a shudder and darkening eye; he always gets lost in the rush of power, your sweet submission, the moment he says, “Come on, Bunny. Beg for Daddy, and he’ll let you cum.”

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BEOMGYU - wc ! 251

Daddy but in a mean way. Beomgyu definitely has his soft dom moments, but with such a big thing for humiliation, they’re somewhat few and far between. He takes pride in his power over you; even when you act out, the power to put you back in your place is the most satisfying. Stripping you of your clothes and attitude; knocking you down a few pegs and face-first into his mattress. Chewing up your ego and spitting it back down your needy, begging, throat. That was perhaps his favorite part of it all. Making you so submissive, an absolute mess with the graze of his fingertips. Hips swiveling in the air, ass seared with hand prints and the deep crescents of digging fingernails. Your muffled cries were music to his ears; words muddled in pathetic slobbering.

“B-Beom-ah!” Another harsh sting ripples along your skin and tears a whining squeal from your throat. Paired with the fingers tugging you up by your hair, pain overwhelmed your senses.

His words send that burning pain back into unbearable heat between your legs. “Come on, baby. You know that’s not my name.” The grin on his lips is audible, though there’s nothing left in you to protest.

All resolve gone, you’re left to desperate groveling. “Daddy! Daddy, please, I’m sorry! Please-hic-just…fuck me, please.” Your words trail off, meak and measly, no match for the degrading laughter that follows.

“God, you’re such a dumb fucking whore. Cry a little louder, baby, and maybe Daddy will listen.”

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TAEHYUN - wc ! 279

another healthy mix of sir and daddy, with a little master mixed in sometimes. He likes to explore various dynamics, and thus, different names. Pet play is his newest experiment. The first time he saw you in between his knees, neck wrapped all pretty in a collar, he almost came on the spot. Tucking his fingers between the tight leather and your skin, tugging hard as you struggle to keep quiet. Pets aren’t supposed to talk, and he loves to remind you of that. If any word slips past your lips apart from his name, you can expect to end up with bruised knees and a sore throat.

Whining out a pitiful, “Please!”

The pain of carpet rubbing hard onto your skin is only outweighed by the harsh grip on the back of your neck. Tilting your head up to get a perfect view of your watery gaze.

Taehyun’s eyes are heavily lidded; foggy and dark as they rake over your face, pausing on the faux ears adorning your head. His grip tightens as the bells along your outfit jingle. “Kittens don’t talk. Or did you forget?”

Your heartbeat races and your core aches, teary eyes meeting his. “N-no, Master. I-”

His gaze is pointed, daring you to finish your sentence. A heated shudder settles in your stomach. “No, Master.”

“Good pet.” A thumb strokes softly on your chin, yet Taehyun’s face remains hard. “You know I still have to punish you, kitten.”

“Y-yes, Master.”

Fingers slip back down to your neck before yanking on your collar, knocking the breath from your lungs. Biting out the words, “Then shut up and open your mouth. Master’s gonna fuck your throat.”

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HUENINGKAI - wc ! 290

To Kai, the act of dominance, having you submit to him completely, is more about how he takes care of you every step of the way. Sure, there are certainly times he takes more focus on himself. He’s glad to have a partner so accepting of his selfishness at times. However, being the youngest, he’s used to the babying treatment; even playing into it at times. With you, he gets to play the caretaker instead.

You never have to do any thinking with him, and, even if you wanted to, he’ll have you going dumb soon enough that won’t really matter. Having you take his fingers over and over again; stretching you out and licking up your mess before he even takes his own clothes off. Maybe you aren’t the only dumb one. With the way he gets lost in your lovely sounds, he just has to go back for another taste.

Cooing at your over-sensitive whines, shushing your soft cries, kissing away your sweet tears, “So good for me-ahh-pretty baby.”

Hands cradled softly in his, mingling on the mattress to keep you grounded as Kai’s hips take up more space inbetween yours. He presses your thighs up with his own, cock running teasingly along the inside.

“Daddy-” Mind numbed-out and drool slipping past your lips, your words come out as no more but a muddled plea.

“I know, baby.” His breath falls short watching your eyes screw shut, “‘m gonna make you feel so good, I promise.”

Your fingers curl tighter in his. “Wan’-wan’ it, please-”

“Want daddy to make you cum, angel?”

He can’t stop his small giggle as you desperately nod and slobber out incoherent agreements. “Whatever you want. Let daddy take care of you, baby.”

[bradleysass]

message - @black-brothers-microfic - wc: 436

The Great Hall was alive with the usual chaos of dinner—loud chatter, the clatter of goblets, and the occasional enchanted paper bird soaring between tables. James Potter, however, was focused on one thing: Sirius Black, currently slumped over the Gryffindor table, dramatically stabbing at his mashed potatoes.

"Sirius," James said, nudging his best friend with an elbow.

"What, Potter?" Sirius grumbled, not looking up.

James grinned. "Can you relay a message to your brother for me?"

Sirius groaned, dropping his fork. "It's not another love note, is it?"

James scoffed, feigning offense. "First of all, those were very poetic."

"You rhymed 'Regulus' with 'fabulous' in the last one," Sirius deadpanned.

"And I stand by it."

Sirius turned to properly glare at him. "James, why don’t you just tell him yourself? Or better yet—stop telling him anything."

"Because he’s in Slytherin and won’t even look at me half the time," James huffed, crossing his arms. "You’re my best mate, this is your duty."

"My duty is to let my brother exist in peace without being subjected to your ridiculous attempts at romance," Sirius shot back. "What do you even want me to say?"

James smirked. "Tell him I think he looked very pretty today."

Sirius made a strangled noise. "No. Absolutely not."

"Tell him, Pads."

"No."

James waggled his eyebrows. "What if I get you out of detention on Friday?"

Sirius hesitated. "How?"

"McGonagall still likes me," James said, waving a hand like that was obvious.

Sirius exhaled sharply, glancing over to the Slytherin table where Regulus Black sat, effortlessly poised, methodically cutting his food into neat pieces. He looked pristine, as always—uniform impeccable, expression unreadable. Great.

"You owe me," Sirius muttered, standing up and making his way over.

James watched eagerly as Sirius dropped himself onto the bench beside Regulus, who barely spared him a glance. There was a brief exchange—Sirius speaking, Regulus rolling his eyes, Sirius gesturing dramatically, Regulus sighing in clear exasperation.

And then, to James’ utter delight, Regulus turned his head and looked at him. Not just looked—glared. A full, intense, annoyed glare.

James grinned and wiggled his fingers in a little wave.

Regulus rolled his eyes again but—but—James swore there was the tiniest flicker of amusement in them before he turned away.

Sirius returned, plopping back into his seat with a suffering groan. "Never make me do that again."

James beamed. "What did he say?"

"That you’re insufferable and should mind your own business."

James put a hand over his heart. "He talked about me?"

Sirius shoved his plate of mashed potatoes into James' face.

[coolprettyleo]

so high school - jack hughes ☆

first meeting!

jack hughes x original character

wc: 436

tw: cheesy? overworking. awkwardness? etc.

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marley was speeding down the streets of Plymouth. She had managed to score herself an internship at the US hockey arena and was running late, on her first day.

she didn't mean to be so careless. usually, she was a promising student. she was at the top of her class, a student-athlete, and president of the student council.

so when she chose to add an internship to her schedule, she knew she was going to have to sacrifice; although, practice had other plans as it ended up running late.

she was captain of the cheer squad, and there was a rally on friday, so of course, marley was left to choreograph a dance that the girls were having trouble keeping up with. she ended practice and sprinted to her car, speeding to the arena.

she parked and ran off seeing as she was three minutes late.

usually, the girl would be embarrassed to wear her practice clothing in public, but that was at the bottom of her mind as she worried she was going to get fired on her first day.

if she wanted to get into her dream school, there were things she needed to do to get there, and having an internship with a national team was for sure to impress the admissions office.

she swung open the door, only to walk straight into a body.

"oh my gosh, I'm so sorry," she let out, realizing as she spilled the coffee in his hand, all over him.

the boy, who marley recognized as a boy who went to plymouth high, seemed annoyed as he rubbed off the liquid spilled on him, opening his mouth to say something but ultimately stopping when he realized who it was. it was a girl. a pretty girl at that. a girl who jack had called 'dibs' on since he spotted her in the hallway on his first day.

marley could see his eyes soften as he innocently smirked

"if I didn't know any better, I would say that this is the beginning of our rom-com"

that was the last thing she thought was going to come out of his mouth. she blushed pink before nervously letting out a laugh. the girl had never met a guy so... sure of himself. it was honestly so attractive.

she shook off the thought as she remembered she was late,

"I'm so sorry about your coffee, but I really have to go," she said, rushing past him.

not realizing the boy's blue eyes didn't leave her figure as it disappeared into the hallway. mad at himself for not introducing himself to her.

[queenariesofnarnia]

peace

gif not mine!

an: physical touch pt 2 is coming this weekend. i want it to be perfect!

the bad batch x reader

no warnings, just fluff

wc: 436

The sounds of the night fill the room through the open window. The faint sound of waves crashing along the shore that would lure anyone to sleep. Their soft snores filled the room as they cuddled on the giant bed. A soft smile painted your face as you admired your family. You slip out the room quietly. Going into the kitchen to grab a sweet wine you bought on an adventure with Phee and a glass. Heading out to the balcony to look at the view. Your nightgown flows in the breeze around your ankles as you sip your wine. 

You thought about everything it took to get to this peaceful moment. The moments that could’ve ripped the small family you have apart. A smile stayed on your face as you continued to think about the happy memories. Soft footsteps approached you, a small hand encasing yours. 

You let her hand go pulling her in for a side hug instead holding her close. 

“Why are you up Meg?” you ask your voice above a whisper. 

“You weren’t in the cuddle pile” she responds pouting. 

“I’m not tired just yet. I was going to turn in soon hon” you inform her playing with her blonde curls. She squeezes you tight before rubbing her eyes. “Go back to bed. I’ll be in soon” you guide her inside. 

“Goodnight mom” she mumbles heading back to bed. 

Once you finished the glass setting it aside you looked at the view thanking the maker for it again. Quietly going back inside your domicile before anyone else wakes up. You clean the glass out, setting it on the counter before storing the bottle away.  Upon entering the room again you quietly walk around the bed so you can squeeze into your spot between Crosshair and Tech. Once situated Crosshair’s chest is against your back with his arm thrown around you. 

“Where were you?” he groggily whispered in your ear. 

“I was outside. Couldn’t sleep yet” you softly reply nuzzling back into him. He lets out a soft hum in reply before kissing your shoulder. Soon after he starts softly snoring again. Tech starts to stir a little in his sleep until you gently place a hand on his chest to calm him. You lean up to place a kiss on his jawline, which had him relax back into the pillow. 

Wrecker’s snores filled the room, and the occasional grunts from Hunter in his sleep. Omega was tucked snuggly between them. Batcher slept on the floor at the end of the bed her snores almost combating Wrecker’s. You drift to sleep with a smile still on your face. Your final thoughts of the day being on the love you had for this bunch

[puck-luck]

post game celly | cole caufield

warnings: BLURB! insinuation of adult shenanigans, groping, cole being a babie (he's my current apple of my eye), established relationship vibe pairing: cole caufield x reader summary: the one when cole wins a game and cops a feel against the car before he takes you home. wc: 436

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“Cole!” You exclaim, pushing at his shoulder in a valiant effort to get him off of you. The Habs had just won another game, their third in a row, in the tail end of their less-than-awe-inspiring season. Your boyfriend hadn’t scored tonight, but he’d tried his hardest, and you knew that he’d sleep well with a win under his belt. You had texted him that you would wait for him in the tunnels under the arena where he parked the car when the game ended. You had sat in the heat of the car for about an hour before you spotted Cole approaching, which is when you stepped out of the vehicle to greet him. It was a decision that you think might have been a mistake: Cole had dropped his bag next to the car and trapped you against the car, sliding his hands up your shirt as he greeted you with a kiss. “Get off me, what if someone sees?”

“Don’t care,” Cole replies with a shrug as he thumbs over your nipple. “They’ll be jealous that they don’t get to touch a pretty thing like you.”

“Oh my God,” you scoff and roll your eyes. “How sweet.” Your voice is dripping with sarcasm, but you don’t actually make a move to get away from your boyfriend. You had pushed him away when he started this thing, but it was mostly due to the shock. You and Cole both knew that you’d hear anyone approaching as long as you kept quiet. You also knew that if you said the word, Cole would stop and take you back to the privacy of your home.

“Mmm, you know me,” Cole agrees, nuzzling your neck. “So sweet.” He punctuates his sentence with a squeeze of your boobs. He smiles to himself before giving you a mischievous look. He squeezes again, twice. “Honk honk,” he chirps as he does it.

This time, you really do push him away. “You’re such a fucking loser,” you tell him with a laugh. 

Cole laughs with you and leans down to pick up his bag. “You love me,” he says as he slings it over his shoulder. He reaches around you to open the passenger door, then helps you into the car.

You roll your eyes but don’t deny it. Cole leans down to give you a quick peck on the lips before closing the door for you and disappearing from your view to put his bag in the back. As annoying as he is (and as much as honking your boobs killed the mood), your boyfriend really is easy to love.

[akutasoda]

hsr headcannon for 1k. gn reader being absolutely unhinged soulmates with Boothill (platonic) :3

wild friendships

synopsis - when boothill meets someone as unhinged as himself

includes - boothill - platonic!

warnings - gn!reader, slight crack, fluff, absolutely unhinged, wc - 436

↪maybe you knew the cowboy before he became more a machine than human, and if you did you knew just how reckless the man could bet. to you, boothill being rebuilt as a robot allowed him to become more reckless as now he could easily be rebuilt.

↪what wouldn't change however is the known fact among the other galaxy rangers that you and boothill were a nightmare together. it was a well known fact that anytime you and boothill were paired up it would end in pure chaos.

↪it was an absolute mystery on how you could perfectly match the cowboy's energy no matter the occasion. you two were like an identical pair when it came to personalities.

↪you two fed of each others energy and would always encourage the other to act out your ideas and whatever plan had been concocted. you and boothill would often be found together and the other rangers would actually be concerned if you weren't together.

↪it was quite impressive that the two of you could bounce off eachother in any situation. whether it be in a fight or not, banter between the both of you could easily flow and make light of any situation - especially teasing one another.

↪speaking of teasing, specifically in a fight you two would like to tease and comment on the others skill and complain that they weren't doing their job properly. additionally, you both knew the limits of your teasing while always having something to annoy the other with.

↪you know how sometimes someone may like to give you a shock by putting something cold on you? boothill likes to do that. he's made of metal and will take any opportunity to sneak up behind you and place his cold metal hands on the back fo your neck just to make you jump.

↪you and boothill can also find much enjoyment in talking about the people involved in your missions. boothill loves to tell you all about the people he has to hunt down and such. hhe also enjoys listening to you talk bad about those in your missions.

↪some people swear that you and boothill are siblings - they are in disbelief that you two can naturally get along well. some are even slightly terrified and will try their hardest to avoid you and boithill of you're together because they are well aware nothing good can come of you two together - although you both agree that you do no trouble.

akutasoda's 1k event

[gyurilla]

if i say, i love you.

synposis; riwoo accidentally retweets one of your old posts, thinking he's on his spam account. he quickly deletes it, but your friend manages to screenshot it before it's gone. you play it cool, acting like it was no big deal-pretending you haven't secretly had a crush on him for years and thinking it was just a harmless mistake. but riwoo knows it wasn't a mistake

wc; 436

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its late at night, the sound of waves crashing softly against the shore, blending with the distant hum of fireworks. you and riwoo stood side by side, the colorful bursts above casting fleeting light across your faces. the others are gathered a few feet away, laughing.

you guys have been seeing each other for a while now, a few dates here and there, late-night texts.

he looks over at you, his usual cool composure slipping for a moment as he glances down at your hand, his fingers brushing lightly against yours.

you turn to him and softly smiled at him

he takes a breath, his voice barely audible over the crackle of the sky. “if i say, i love you…”

his words hang in the air between you, soft yet heavy, like a promise he’s been holding back for far too long. his gaze is steady, yet there’s a vulnerability in his eyes that you’ve never seen before. “im not saying it lightly. i’ve been feeling this way for a while now, and it’s kind of scary, you know?” he laughs softly, the sound almost drowned out by another round of fireworks.

“but, if i say it, i want you to know i mean it..” his expression earnest, waiting for the answer that could change everything.

“i may say, i love you back”, you reply, your voice soft, but with a certainty that matches the fire in your chest.

riwoo’s eyes widen just slightly, his breath catching for a moment. the corner of his lips twitches into a small smile, but there’s relief there, as if he was waiting for you to say exactly that.

and as the final bursts of fireworks light up the night sky, you both stand there, your words lingering in the air between you, the sound of the waves fading as you lock eyes with riwoo.

he steps closer, his hand gently cups your cheek, he searches your face for any sign of hesitation, regret. but there’s none and without another word, he leans in, closing the distance between the two of you. his lips meet yours softly and slow at first, as if he was testing the waters.

and then the kiss deepens, natural and right, like something you’ve both been waiting for. the warmth of his lips on yours is comforting,

and it’s just the two of you, wrapped in the quiet intimacy of this shared moment.

when you pull away, it’s only for a second. riwoo rests his forehead against yours, a smile tugging at his lips, “i love you yn”

you laugh softly, “i love you too, sanghyeok”

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