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nightowlfandom · 3 years

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Min Yoongi- Humiliation Looks Good On You

Hey there! SO ANON ASKS

Hi I want to make a request with the prompts 10, 109, 110 with Yoongi please. I have a story in mind. Yoongi is a pretentious nerd, the best in college but also has some kind of hate relationship with y/n he really makes sure to make her feel humiliated cuz he gets turned on by doing it. but then he tries to make a move on her. Thank you.

So y’all just wanna be bullied by Yoongi, now? Ight bet! Damn Masochists! I like it tho-I’m assuming you want a happy ending to this, so that’s what I’ll be doing.

10- I think I’ll keep you as a pet! You’re fun to mess with.

109- Are you crying because of me? Hm…I didn’t realize I have that effect on you.

110- That’s daddy to you, sweetheart.

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Also hi yes, I used the name is kpop stars for your friends names,

Also humiliation, daddy stuff...IF ANYONE TREATS YOUY LIKE THIS YOU BETTER BREAK THEIR FUCKING FACE I SWEAR TO-

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“Hey guys!” You greeted your friends as your rushed into the classroom.

“Hey babe!” Momo waved you over. “We saved you a seat! Irene was just telling us about her date last night!”

“Thanks.” You acknowledged Lisa and Hyuna who were also sitting. “What’s up?”

“Hyuna decided to be a mom and ruin my date!” Irene scoffed. “She scared him off!”

“You’ll thank me.” Hyuna waved her off, not bothered in the slightest.

“Sure.” Irene shook her head. Everyone laughed while you mustered up a sideways smile. “Y/N? Everything okay?”

“Oh..Y-yeah!” you shrugged. “I’m alright.”

“Bullshit.” Lisa scoffed. “I saw her hiding from Min and his cronies.”

“Min Yoongi?” Momo asked. “He’s still bothering you?”

“No! You guys it isn’t like that!”

Oh yes it was. The college golden boy who was both an academic genius and promising young performer. He thought because he was intelligent that everyone was beneath him. His plan A and plan B would more than likely workout.

“Y/N, do you need us to-”

“No!” You cut Hyuna off. “Don’t get involved or you’ll make it worse. Can’t we talk about the party tonight?”

“Ah, the biggest turn-up of the year!” Irene danced in her seat. “I have the entire house for the weekend.”

You, Hyuna, Lisa, Irene, and Momo were someone of the popular (but also super kind) girls. Every Semester you all hosted a party. You guys were notorious for throwing the best parties and this semester was no different.

“This is gonna go down in history!” Lisa smirked at the thought. “But if that tool starts something-”

Lisa didn’t like Yoongi....Lisa despised him with a passion. Mostly because he bullied you so much.

“Namjoon said that he’d behave.” Hyuna sighed. “Don’t know how much that means to you babe.” she put a hand on your shoulder.

“Speak of the devil.” Momo sighed, staring at the door.

Everyone knew than Yoongi tormented you. There was an endless array of mixed reactions.

“Hey Y/N.”

Don’t answer, don’t answer, don’t answer.

“Yo, leave her alone.” Hyuna warned.

“You gonna let your friends fight your battles?”

That alone made you whip your head around. “I don’t let anyone fight my battles!” you snapped, drawing the attention.

Before anything could go down, the teacher came inside.

“Hello class! Can anyone tell me what we were focused on last class?”

“We were getting into cliches and niches in romance novels.” You answered aloud. “We were talking about the Bully to Lover Archetype.”

“Very good Y/N.” the teacher praised you. “Now can someone tell me why we- and I would like to hear from the women on this...Why do you as women hate such a stigma.”

Your hand instantly shot in the air. “Yes Y/N?”

“Because it promotes the stigma that if a boy or man bullies you, it’s because he likes you. Which is extremely toxic to those with love self esteem because it makes them feel like they have to be ridiculed to be loved.” you said. “In my opinion any man who feels the need to degrade a woman is festering garbage.”

“Hm, interesting! Yes Mr.Min did you have something you wanted to add?”

“Yes, what my dear acquaintance Y/N fails to realize is most women actually like being teased-”

“Teased, not tormented you imbecile.” you snapped your head in Yoongi’s direction.

“Unless she’s a masochist.” he winked at you knowingly. ‘We don’t know why the male characters bully the females.”

“Because they have nothing better to do!” you replied as calmly as you could.

“...Well, women love the bad boys.”

“Women. Love. Respect.” you seethed.

“OOh a spicy debate!” the teacher noticed the tension. “In a way, you two are very similar to the characters we will be discussing!”

“Huh?” you turned back towards the teacher.

“Yes! The male bullied the female out of jealousy and spite and the female who is very outspoken, doesn’t allow herself to be insulted.”

“Out of spite, maybe. Jealousy, never.” Yoongi laughed.

What a smug bastard.

...(Later in another class)

“Good going Y/N” Yoongi walked up to your table where you were sitting with your friends. “Now the teacher thinks we have something going on.”

“None of that is my problem...mkay?” you raised an eyebrow. “Any other stupid comments and or questions you have for me?”

“Sure.” Yoongi scoffed. “Is it true that you had to work at one of those sleazy bars to pay off your student debts?”

“So what if she did?” Lisa seethed.

“Hm, maybe if she was smarter she could have gotten a scholarship. Unless the superintendent is one of her sugar daddies.” He laughed. “It’s amazing what some people will do for money So is it cash or connection?.”

That comment made everyone fall silent.

“You don’t know me Yoongi.”

“Oh but I do. That’s why you’re my pet...Do you want me to keep you as a pet, Y/N?”

“No.” your voice wavered.

“Are you crying because of me? Hm…I didn’t realize I have that effect on you. “

Yes, you had to work in a shitty bar as a waitress on some days and a bartender on other days. It wasn’t because you liked the attention. It was because those dirt-bags tipped you just for winking in their direction and you needed to pay off your debts.

But to insinuate that you had a sugar daddy....not that you judged anyone who did...the way he meant it...most likely meant something completely different.

“THAT’S IT!” Hyuna lunged from her seat and attempted to jump at Yoongi, age be damned. “IRENE LET ME FUCKING AT HIM.”

You didn’t notice the tears streaming down your face. In the midst of every boy in the classroom attempting to calm Hyuna down, you rose to your feet and exited the classroom. As soon as you were far enough, you bolted down the halls.

You kicked open the doors to the school and ran home. You would face the consequences later.

...(Meanwhile, back at school)

“Hey! I was just joking!” Yoongi burst out laughing.

“Not to us, it isn’t!” Momo barked, her bubbly and cheerful spirit was gone. “Y/N is struggling to make ends meet as it is and she doesn’t need you COMMENTING ON IT!”

“Not to mention, she’s one of the smartest girls in school!” Lisa sneered. “I bet she’d score circles around you if you actually looked at her test scores.”

“Its bad enough she won’t let us help her out, but now she sure as hell won’t let us help her now, no thanks to you!” Irene sighed.

“Oh Come on! You guys act like Y/N is some Miss Perfect!” Yoongi crossed his arms. “Is she really all that great?”

“If she wasn’t, why would you waste your time trying to bully her?” Hyuna finally calmed down. “You’re lucky that you’re friends with my boyfriend or else I swear you wouldn’t set foot at any of our parties.”

“Maybe the teacher was right. You’re just so jealous that Y/N wouldn’t give you the time of day that you turned to making fun of her to stroke your disgusting guy ego.” Momo crossed your arms. “I’m gonna go after her, she probably went home.”

“I’ll come with.” Lisa rose to her feet.

“I’ll get you guys the homework.” Irene nodded the two friends off. “And make sure Hyuna doesn’t kill someone.”

Momo and Lisa ran out of the school while Yoongi was standing there dumbstruck. For the first time, he was speechless.

...

“You guys, I really don’t wanna be here.” you sighed as the loud music deafened you and everyone within a five foot radius. “I don’t really wanna party...”

“You’re one of the hosts!” Irene sighed. “Enjoy your night! Come on! I heard Seokjin was just waiting to dance with you!”

Seokjin, the beautiful teaching assistant that any girl would kill to get their hands on. University life...Speaking of which, he must of sensed you were thinking of him because he sauntered over looking handsome as ever. He stared at you, a warm and friendly smile gracing his angelic face.

“Hey Y/N.” he smiled. “You look great.”

“Oh...Thank you Jin!” you smiled.

“I’ll leave you two to it.” Irene nudged you before sauntering off, belting the song at the top of her lungs. “WHOSE READY TO PARTY!”

You were left with Jin who was smiling knowingly at you. “Hey...I heard about today.”

“I don’t have a sugar daddy and I am NOT a sleaze!” you cut him off sharply. “If that’s what you’re here for, then-”

“Hey Y/N!” he put his hands up in defense. “I was just gonna say what he said about you wasn’t cool at all. Everyone is giving him hell for it.”

“Oh...thanks I guess. Sorry.” you looked down sheepishly.

“Hey...You wanna dance?” Jin motioned over to the dancefloor. He noticed your hesitance. “Come on...it’ll be fun. If anyone gives you trouble, just focus on me.”

You nodded, allowing a smile to cross your face again. You grabbed his hand and ran over to the dancefloor.

From a distance, Yoongi was watching. He was drinking a beer. He glared potholes at Seokjin who had his arms protectively wrapped around your waist. You looked genuinely happy. It made him mad. Since when and why were you and him so chummy?

He decided to do something about it, so he put his drink down and marched over.

“Yo! Jin! Hyuna said she needed your help with something school related.” he made up some lame excuse. Knowing Jin, he’d probably believed it anyways.

“Oh...Okay. Be right back Y\N!” he smiled at you which you returned. Your smiled was quickly replaced with a frown when Yoongi and you were left alone. He perked up an eyebrow and held out his hand.

You would have slapped it away, but Promiscuous By Nelly Furtado suddenly began playing.

“Come on....” he winked. You begrudgingly took his only only to be yanked towards him. Unlike Seokjin, when he wrapped his arms around you it feel uneasy.

“ I think I’ll keep you as a pet! You’re fun to mess with. “ he whispered in your ear. His body felt hard and cold, yet you moved so effortlessly with him.

“I’m nobody’s pet.” you snapped.

“You’re mine.” he leaned forward and whispered in your ear. “Otherwise you would have killed me by now.”

“Still debating.” you laughed dryly. “You’ll always be a pain in my ass...”

You broke away from his embrace to dance on your own. Working at a bar, the other girls taught you how to dance. The only positive to come out of working at a shithole like that, plus the tips you got just for smiling at someone. Yoongi took note of this. What happened to the timid little victim he loved to poke fun at.

You almost looked like you could hold your own.

“GO Y/N!” Momo yelled while dancing with her own date.

As you turned back around, getting closer to Yoongi again, your eyes met. Things fell silent between you two as you took a step back. You had to get out of there before you did something you would regret.

You wound up running into a random room in the mansion, struggling for air. Absolutely not! No way! You were not falling for Yoongi.

“Jin is so kind and sweet and Yoongi is the reason I don’t wanna go to school. Hell no.” you seethed.

“Is that how you feel?”

Yoongi stood at the door, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Yes! I hate you!” you could feel everything welling up inside you as you met his gaze again. “I hate you so much that I wish you would-”

“Wish I would what? Drop dead? Drop out of school, leave you alone?” he cut you off with a harsh tone. “Tell me how you really feel!”

“Make your move or shut the fuck up!” you gave your answer.

You knew good and well Yoongi had a reason for doing this, you just figured you would give it your best guess. This caused Yoongi to raise an eyebrow. You almost regretted opening your mouth when Yoongi stormed over and grabbed you by the waist. He crashed his mouth over yours, claiming you in a kiss.

You felt him tangle your hair in his fist, keeping you in place. You tangled your hands in his hair.

Imagine, the schools bully and the girl he’s tormented since he met her, in such a compromising position.

You were two focused on Yoongi pinning you to the bed to worry about it though.

“You are such a-”

“ Ah ah ah~...That’s daddy to you, sweetheart.”

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nanasarea · 4 years

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Lee Jeno as your idol bf

Genre: fluff

Pairing: jeno x idol!reader

Prompt: Jeno and you being the cutest duo

Request: Can i request maybe Jeno as your idol boyfriend?

Word count: 1348

Haechan / Yuta / Mark / Jaemin / Chenle / Renjun / Jisung / Jaehyun

you were a new sm rookie

so you saw each other a lot

but you never actually interacted

he had his busy schedule

and you spent most of your time practicing

but you whenever you saw him

your heart went boom

we got that boom boom boom boom boom

but his does too

he was the mc when you debuted

he stood next to you when he introduced your group

yeeun was on the other side

and he had to give you some flowers

yeeun gave your band mate some too

but that didn’t stop him from blushing

the dreamies teased him so much

he replays the video on youtube

like 25 times

fast forward to promotions

you go on a variety show

it’s an sm special

so a few members from nct, your group, red velvet, so on

and the mc asks you for your ideal types

jeno gets shy instantly

“are you shy because she’s here?” - renjun

*cue to Renjun’s funeral*

he just smiles

while mentally punching Renjun

but it’s okay

because he physically punches Haechan when he said

“bro, you’ve had this crush since she was a rookie, man up.”

at least you don’t know it’s you, right?

haha wrong

Haechan is there what do you expect

he accidentally says you name when he explains Jeno’s crush

RIP Renhyuck when they get back to the dorms

mainly hyuck tho

your members tease you for it too

because they know you have the biggest crush on him

“Jeno, it’s okay, y/n has a crush on you t-”

you end up putting your hand over their mouth a little too late

you know how irene is like almost everyone under sm’s mom?

she ends up setting you up

“ah, young love.”

“irene-noona, you’re acting like you’re 50″ -jeno

“shush, child.” -irene

you stay after practice to work on your dance

just so happens that jeno also planned to practice then

so you end up showing off to each other

and flirting

very shy flirting

because he gets flustered when either of you say anything

or do anything

he gets so red when you bring up the variety show

you end up just sitting on the floor

and talking the whole night

yes, the whole night

mark walks in to start practice

“I didn’t know anyone was going to be here this early.”

“early?”

“it’s 7am?”

cue looking at each other and getting flustered

thankfully mark came for 127 practice

yours don’t start until 3

and Jeno’s doesn’t start till 6

so you end up getting some coffee

at this point, you’ve spent 12 hours together

but neither of you are ready to say goodbye

sure, you ran out of things to say

but was that going to stop either of you?

hahahahaha no

you end up going back to your dorms for lunch time

because both of your members were worried

and you hadn’t showered last night

and you had practice

so by this point, you needed one

but before going your separate ways

he gets your number

obviously

and you give it to him

obviously

you haven’t even been seeing each other for 3 weeks

but the fans know

the fans know everything

with like almost no proof

you go out and invite some friends to avoid a dating scandal?

they see right through it

even with hats, sunglasses and masks?

they recognize based on your height

so sm’s like “yes, they are dating, now shut the fuck up”

fans: we been knew tho

ok so remember when

chenle: jaemin mom, jeno dad

well

congrats, you’ve just adopted a whole group of chaotic crackhead

not that you mind

you love them

jisung even starts calling you his parent

casually

jaemin is like highkey annoyed

first you steal his boyfriend, now his son?

but it’s okay

because you also steal his heart

believe it or not, he’s your number 1# shipper

you were shocked but not surprised

bc like you two do be cute

going on vlive together like all the time

mainly voice only

bc “babe, i have no makeup on.”

“jeno, literally stfu, you look perfect”

“aww, babe.”

renjun throwing up in the bg

i’m not saying he would want to match

but he would lowkey want to match

you’d end up asking jaemin to take like 879 pictures

jaemin lowkey loves it

but he still complains

you have to buy him coffee for his hard work

your ig account being filled with cute pics like

“ootd w/ babe”

you mention jsmr to him once

and he starts doing them again

even features you on one of them

he just stares at you the whole time

did you actually do a good job with the asmr?

do you think he cares?

you’re cute,

he’s whipped,

you could scream into the mic and he’d be like

“omg, that was amazing”

whipped jeno whipped jeno whipped jeno whipped jeno whipped jeno

oh and

did i mention whipped jeno?

your comeback teaser came out like 3 seconds ago?

he’s already watched it 5 times

screenshots every frame with you in it

fanboys

then proceeds to fanboy to you

“bABE YOU LOOK TOO GOOD, YOU’RE PAYING FOR MY MEDICAL BILL BC I JUST HAD A HEART ATTACK”

daily snaps from him when you both have schedules

sometimes even from hyuck teasing him

sends a photo of jeno on his phone

with a picture of you in a thought bubble over his head

“y/n, we love you, but we need to be on stage in 2 minutes and he’s still on his phone talking to you. stop.”

so he might have bought your album like 34 times

he didn’t get your photocard

and he was going to get your photocard

sure, he could have just bought the photocard somewhere on ebay

but no, he wanted to get it in the album

he finally does and sends you a snap

posing with the card

40 albums in the bg

“finally got yours, babe :) “

he’s too precious

you end up rapping his verse once on tv

he has the video saved on his phone

watches it before bed

and when he wakes up

“renjun, look at this one fancam, i can’t”

“damn”

“huang rENJUN, THAT IS MINE”

jealous jeno?

jealous jeno

he respects you and knows you’re only his

but he still gets a tiny bit jealous when you interact with other idols

hears a new rookie group member say you’re his idol type

“nOPE, BUDDY, THAT’S MY LINE”

reassuring him that he’s your one and only

you come to his concert

you sit with his 127 and wayv members

you’re expecting a cute family friendly concert

until he starts making dream show

a strip show

doyoung’s just like

“so, my son is grounded now”

johnny just nudges you and smirks

you end up blushing

like a lot

he has a secret fan account

and so do you but shhh he doesnt know

ends up liking a tweet on his main account

by accident

and now everyone knows

you tease him

the dreamies tease him

doyoung scolds him

and then teases him

back to him being an mc

you just had a comeback

and he secretly holds your hand behind your backs

but it’s not secretly

because everyone sees

and it’s okay

bc it’s cute af

you end up doing an sm station together

you wrote the song together

about each other

so you spend a lot of time in the studio

messing around

you try and write some lyrics

but get distracted by him playing guitar

you just stare at him

and he gets so shy when he notices

the mv is filled with cute videos of you two

there’s this one scene where he does something very cheesy

and renhyuck end up recreating it

to tease you two

but you don’t care

you’re too whipped for each other

to sum it up: your most frequent view is his eye smile and you’re not even mad, because you’re just as whipped for him as he is for you

hi, i love jeno 🥺

#nct #nct dream #nct fluff #nct dream fluff #nct au #nct dream au #lee jeno #lee jeno x reader #nct x reader #nct dream x reader #idol au #nct scenario #nct one shot #nct imagine #nct dream scenario #nct dream one shot #nct dream imagine

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mercyfor · 3 years

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𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 — 𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄

How to play: we’re snooping in your playlist. put your entire music library on shuffle and list the first 10 songs and then choose 10 victims babes

I was tagged by @0x1-lovely! Thank you! Love doing these

1. Flourishing- Chungha

2. Bingle Bangle- AOA

3. Naughty- Red Velvet Irene and Seulgi

4. So What- Loona

5. WooWoo- DIA

6. Retro Future- Triple H

7. Really Bad Boy- Red Velvet

8. Me- CLC

9. Icy- ITZY

10. PTT- Loona

I swear I listen to boy groups lol! This was my kpop playlist on Spotify. Its got 16 hrs on it. Not tagging anyone tho. Do it if you want. You can say I tagged you!

#tagged #thank you!#i really do listen to a lot of boys #oh well #i guess more girls

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minstrivia · 5 years

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; way down in bed stuy | m.

— a/n: this is my fic for the spring fic exchange gifted to the lovely @taendrils. enjoy babe xx

— pairings: jeon jungkook x reader

— genre: smut, light angst?

— word count: 5k+

— warnings: asphyxiation, rough sex, possession!kink, oral sex, edging, shameless infidelity, drug use/abuse (we got acid up in here. don’t do it kids), voyeurism, do people actually fuck in the rain like is that a thing?, unprotected sex cause like who wears a condom in the rain, smh who fucks in the rain tho, creampie, clearly he has a fat cock who do you think i am, dirty filthy talk, this is filth, morally i should be ashamed, i am not

— summary: as a final farewell you fuck your sister’s unbelievably attractive knave boyfriend that you definitely do not have feelings for...again.

This time you decide Jungkook is…pitiful.

You tell yourself that’s why you’d allowed him to approach you the way he did, his clothes tightly clung to him like a second skin, obsidian black hair that would normally adorn a disastrous fluffiness flattened to his head in a way that falls beneath his eyes in clumped spikes, and his skin flushed with a keenness that you’ve become way too accustomed to. He is palpably pitiful today—at least, more than usual. The temper surrounding him is a sombre stench, and the impromptu choppy slew of texts that had followed the silence of a missed call had been telling enough. So, when he’d stalked over to you, you’d expected it; expected his clumsy shoves at your shoulders, his incoherent rambling as his large palm haloed your wrist in a grating vise, recklessly jerking you behind him as he cantered fleet-footed, itching to reach his destination. And you’d counted on finding yourself stumbling, bereft of logical dispute, back to him—always back to him, everytime.

“Need you.”

“Jeon, what—”

Jungkook’s eyes are always glassy as they lure you in, drab dilated pupils seeking answers you won’t give (not now anyway) not when he’s hot, so fucking hot, his skin scorches yours perversely in a way that’d have you concerned if you didn’t know any better. But you know, you know he’s long consumed the insipid paper taste of acid and you’re getting the lusty aftershocks, the slated crest that befalls once the opiate has branched and ignited the blood in his veins—the peak of his trip, that’s when he comes to you, when he’s riding the most rhapsodic moment and he ‘needs’ to take you with him. You’ve gotten used to it too, letting him have you whenever and wherever he wants and you’d be more chagrined by the way you’re pinned up against him inhaling his suffocating musky scent of cinders and shorts on a merry go round smack bang in the middle of a children’s playground, if it weren’t for the steady retreating daylight. And the way he’s touching you—definitely the way he’s touching you, his hands wayfaring restlessly like they can’t decide where to perch, yet nevertheless, it’s vicious and fervent, earnest to make itself known, tips of his fingers cumbering at times and the amble thrums a sinful eagerness down the length of your spine.

“S’pretty,” he mumbles, lower lip sweeping across the washed plane of your collarbone as he does so. “Fuck, you’re so pretty, way too pretty, you know that? Tell me you know that.” His timbre is imploring, grasp that bit firmer like he’s afraid you’ll bolt from his arms—like you’re the only thing grounding him to this cruel reality, and you’re ashamed that you like it so much, ashamed that when his eyes descent pleadingly as he stares up at you, you feel that dulcet rush of empowerment, the one that voices how rapidly you could dismantle his treasured ego, how quickly you could make him beg and he would, he’d beg so tragically.

But it isn’t what you want, not now, not ever, so you give. “I know Kook.” Your fingers comb within the thickness of his tresses, the dampness making it weightier than it’d normally be as you rake it away from his forehead. “I know.”

You can categorise being with Jungkook when he’s like this into steps, advances that flow seamlessly into the other, and you’ve been doing this far too long not to know when the change comes, when something veers in his manner, morphs on his features and he’s feeling with an altered strain of vigour. This part though—this part is always your favourite. His sweetened tongue pampering you with enticing endearments and psychedelic compliments that have you reeling in want, in being wanted; it pours out of his mouth with zest, jumbles and clusters of vulgar curses and words that would put the both of you in trouble if anyone else were to overhear. And that’s when you think you hate him the most, when you have your flashes of clarity, fading out of the cosmos of everything Jungkook and sharpening to your surroundings. The rue frets at you then, a restless irritation manifesting at your nape his lips can’t chase away, and a spat formed to cut right at the pike of your tongue—it’d be futile though, because no matter what you say, you can’t blame him and selfishly you can’t blame yourself either. You blame circumstance, Bed Stuy, irrefutable attraction. That’s what you’re calling it, ‘irrefutable attraction’. The hours you occupy enthralled in the ardour of his steamy touch, intoxicated and heated whilst he consumes you in that gradual tack that makes you oh so delirious, your very own narcotic because that’s what he is—a vicious addiction.

Admittedly, you’d known from the start. When Irene had first brought him home, boozed-up on cheap spirits, mousy giggles bubbling up her throat as they tried and despicably failed to evade the wooden floorboards that had protested and groused under their ungraceful teeters; you’d been there to witness it all. The cringeworthy display of your elder sister, an arm slung around his shoulders as she hung carelessly off her ‘new boyfriend’, looking clammy and dishevelled as ever in her slurred greeting. And him, he’d seemed fine—later you’d realise he’d substituted the tart flavour of liquor for the earthy spiced mary jane—but then, he’d seemed in better condition than the wreck beside him. And something about him enticed? intrigued you, his magnetic stare studying you daringly, drawled speech bordering on mischievous and his smug smile, boyishly plagued. Too attractive, you’d thought. He is damningly way too attractive. His stunning features lost on the destitution of the neighbourhood, when instead he deserved to be plastered on posters, screens, billboards—still does. Except now you know he can also be so much more with the melodious voice you’ve had the privy bliss of hearing, that is so much foreign to his natural low huskiness, you’re sure he could sell out arenas, tour the world and leave this place and its memories behind for good. Like you want to. Like you are.

“God, I want you so fucking bad.” Jungkook’s hands finally root at the tapers of your waist, fingers splayed out possessively as if he wishes he could be touching everywhere at once. “You’re better than her, so much better than her.”

And there, the admonition of your vicious addiction. It had only meant to be a one-time thing, and even then was too much. But you’d given in—like you always do—give, give, give, playing into his wily wishes, and you weren’t drunk, and he wasn’t drunk, and it had been so so fucking wrong but you’d been curious, unbelievably curious; tumbling hastily into the unlit bar back storage room at your sister’s 21st birthday bash with her boyfriend in tow, his erection rock-hard and insistent on your thigh, mouth sucking and teeth clipping harsh mauve onto the surface of your skin and it had been way too easy to forget where you were when he fucked you, legs wrapped low on his hips, hiked up on the wall, hands clutching desperately at his nape for stability as he pounded into you brutally without falter. You liked what he had to offer, liked the way he dominated you in every way, liked the thrill of being in the arms of someone older, and it just felt right. It still feels right, in the moment at least, everything clicks and it feels like in some cruel twisted fate you’re meant to do this—meant to be with him.

“Jeon just—” You grasp at the base of his shirt. It’s cold out, not cold enough to have you shivering in seek of warmth, but cold enough to want his body nearer and it’s raining, previous heavy downfall simmering down to a softer spring rain. Regardless, it’s done most of its damage anyway, glazed you both over with fresh rainwater and his shirt has your palms feeling clammy; somewhere in the back of your mind you’re aware this isn’t a good idea, but it’s far back and you’re here. “—please.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Jungkook smirks haughtily, supple lips steamed on your skin and his breath warm with a choppy chuckle. This is how it always goes, your concise breathy pre-exchange on words of confirmation because he knows, you know, and you just both know. So, you allow yourselves to mould without inhibition, when he gives you what you want and you provide what he needs. Later, you’ll ask what’s on his mind—even though you’ve got a strong idea—and he’ll ask what’s on yours (you’ll never tell), but for now it’s mindless, a primitive yearning for sex and all it’s gluttony.

“Gonna make you feel so good, baby, fuck you like you want,” He rasps, creeping his wanton touch teasingly up your upper leg, palm grazing the soft flesh and hiking your skirt with the rise. “You’d like that huh?”

You croon mindlessly into his touch. “Hmm—” Your eyes flutter to a gentle close, the pads of his fingers alighting your nerves as you stable your rousing pants. “Gotta get me wet though.”

“Oh, yeah?”

He glances up at you, eyes wide and imploring framed by full wispy lashes, his teeth capturing his bottom lip cheekily when he cocks an eyebrow up. “Want me to eat you out?” He asks. “You’d like that?”

“Hmm…yes.”

“Yeah?” His breath fans over the tender pulse on your neck and you’re gorged with zeal at being so close to him. “Want to get my mouth messy with your pretty pussy?”

You nod heedlessly. “M’not getting my knees wet and dirty to suck you off though.” And you know it’s unfair, you know that he loves when you’ve got your lips wrapped around the thick girth of his cock, kitten licking at his slit and his fingers burrowed into your hair as he forces you to take all of him with fierce breaths through your nose. You know he craves the feeling of your nails digging crescent moons into his thighs, always too daring, too close to brandishing him with your telling mark. But you want to take this time, give less and take more, and you think that’s fair on you.

He chuckles gruffly like he knows exactly what you’re thinking, his eyes trained on yours with something sadistic flickering past when he speaks. “Don’t have to, Irene beat you to that.”

You still instantly. “Fucking hell Jungkook,” you mutter with a pissy huff, throwing your head back as you glare at the clouded skies, the downpour of sleet dribbling jarringly onto your face. And you have half the mind to shove him away for that comment alone, in fact, you should but instead you retire to a overtaxed, “S’not even funny Kook.”

“Sorry.”

He’s not sorry. You know he’s not sorry. The mischievous drawl of the apology is far from meaningful and you hate it. “You’re a fucking prick.”

“True. You want to stop?” He asks, slowly sinking to his knees in that teasing way he does so, balancing his weight as he makes the floor seem further than it is with a smug smile. And when his knees collide with the metal, your leg is quick to leave stability, draped over his shoulder as you find footing with the other. “You know I will if you say the words.”

“I—” You sigh. You don’t. Of course, you don’t. “No just- just fucking continue.”

“Bit bossy for someone that wants their sister’s boyfriend’s tongue on their cunt, don’t you think?”

“Jungkook.” You spit his name out in clamant warning, it’s subdued but callous and your brows cleft bitterly because he’s the only one daring enough to make jest of this, pointing out exactly why what you’re about to do—what you’ve been doing is wrong. And even though you’re glaring down at him, eyes full of thunder and lips pulled in a sneer, his cheeky grin refuses to waver, stubborn enough to resist until he hears what he wants, like the fucking teasing imp he is. “Christ.”

You puff out a laborious breath, chest heavy with tiredness because that’s what you are tired, drained by this sneaky tirade and just being with him. That’s why this is it, this is the last time. “What d’you want me to do? Beg?”

He shrugs, “Would be nice.”

You scoff. You don’t know what you see in him. You don’t. Okay, you do. You do and it’s stupid—so horribly stupid because it’s wrong. It’s wrong that you notice the way that he smiles when he’s happy—really happy, not the stoned gauzy content. No. It’s the happiness he gets when he’s slaving away on a piece that he’s sprung inspiration on and for so long it’s sounded battered and sullen and lost and then it just fits, after late nights of heavy grunts and rapid tapping, everything comes together and it’s rejuvenating and yellow and warm. And sometimes you see it for yourself when his nose scrunches cutely, the ends of his lips tugging into something big, teeth all for show, the front two slightly bigger than the rest in a way that is so so endearing and you can’t help but relax into a smile yourself. And other times he’ll call you at incredibly odd hours, and you’ll be so groggy with nothing but sleep clouding your mind but then you’ll hear his voice, unapologetic and soft, needing to urgently share his triumph with you—no one else but you—and you’ll imagine his smile, so vividly you’d see it right in front of you and suddenly, suddenly sleep is the furthest thing from your mind.

It’s unfair that you think he’s misunderstood, that the ink that paints his skin in intricate designs is his armour and that it’s beautiful and that really you wish you could rest your head upon his broad chest, fingers twirling delicate, drawing over the kaleidoscopic garden of flowers that lies just beneath his collarbones as the sun sets and rises and sets again, streaking your bodies with a shimmer of gold before cooling it with a midnight breeze. And you imagine there’d be something playing in the background, muted and mellow, a playlist of his, the more romantic ensembles, making you feel cushy as he’d hum soothingly along, gentle palms floating over the length of your spine, duvet only coming up to his hips, your entangled legs covered beneath and it’d be so serene, his embrace warm and you’d feel it—feel his love.

It’s intrusive that you think his eyes never say exactly how he feels, that the chocolate orbs glimmer, wrathful and edgy, eluding to more than he tells; wanting someone to dig, wanting to be stripped layer after layer, wanting to be seen, to be called out blatantly on his shit. You see it because you recognise it, the same wretched storm that rocks hazard in his pretty orbs weigh the same as the ones you see in the morning, when you’re looking at the mirror and willing yourself to get by another pointless day because there’s something unknown waiting in the future however near or far; and it’ll be the reason you sigh in ease and say, ‘well done, you did it’.

It’s wrong that you insist that you don’t harbor something beyond platonic for him, that your skin doesn’t prickle with a potent green when he’s touching her in front of you, someone who is so blatantly wrong for him—not that he’s any right for you. He’s not. But he could be, he really fucking could. You don’t love him. You think away from here, away from this dump, away from the perils that swirl him further down into this never ending rabbit hole; you could love him—maybe. It’s so wrong to even think so, because when you look at him, pelts of rain dripping from the ends of his hair and down the curve of his patchy blush cold-pinched cheek, his eyes lustily hooded and his steely touch tightening at your thighs, urging you to speak. You realise he won’t change, not for you.

“Please.” You say, a defeated plea for him to drag you into his spinning orbit and make you a part of it for a while, the little he can provide. “Want to feel you on me, want you to make me feel good, please.”

“Hmm, so pretty baby, so good for me.” You’re unsure if he’s talking about the sight he’s uncovered when he pulls your panties to the side or the words that have spewed from your mouth, but either way you allow his words of praise to sooth your balmy skin. “Look at you so fucking pretty for me.”

Your thigh bounces on his shoulders when he moves in closer, his pointer and middle finger, coldish and coarse as they spread your lips apart and when you chance a look at him, you catch the way his tongue sways across his lips, eyes hooded as he stares—stares at you like you’re a fucking treat. And you love it.

“Jungkook.” His name is airy now, soft and lingering in a lustful plea that’s almost non-existent.

“Uh huh, I got you,” He says. “Always got you.”

You don’t have much time to dissect what his words mean nor do you have time to think about being leant up against the centre metal pole when his tongue delves into you, flat and wide, a torturous slide of wet heat over your exposed cunt; so erotically that the buzz of pleasure rises instantly, the impulse going straight to your head and you want more, you need more. And suddenly, you’re hyper aware of his every movement, his mouth cooling your heated cunt with a steady blow, the tip of his tongue swirling around your clit, teeth scraping lightly against the nub before he sucks it into his mouth drawing a needy curse from your clasps.

“Fuck, that’s good.” Your fingers place naturally on his hair, nails carding through it insistently as his mouth works wonders, knowing exactly how to drag shivers through your veins and have you open-mouthed as you swing your head skyward. His palms massage at your hiked thigh roughly, jerking you slightly forward in his attempt to delve deeper, causing your other shoe to slip on the wet metal, hands flailing instantly to curl around a nearby extended pole for stability. “Shit.”

He hums guttural, a growl that crawls from the back of his throat that you perceive as a form of agreement and the intensity of the vibration electrifies you. Sinful and hungry, it’s become entirely clear that Jungkook hasn’t got the slightest regard for holding back, his tongue laps at you sloppily, gaze dark and attentive looking at you in a way that itches until you’re forced to peer down and the sight has you releasing a loud broken indecent moan. His lips are dark and wet, and it’s obscene, so fucking lewd the way he slurps you up, his tongue flicking, twirling, slipping between your slit, only his tip, never pushing too far as to tease you and have you whimpering for it, which you are. With his nose pressed flat against your mound, drawing your clit into his mouth, tugging gently at it; you are delirious.

“Jung—oh.” Your fingers tighten at his roots as the words choke up in your throat and your hips rut forward acutely, because you ache for more, it hurts the way you ache for him, a rampant fire fusing in your abdomen and pinching at your waist, always wanting more and more and more of him. And he knows it.

He pulls away languidly, mouth dragging slow from your clit in his release, the vulgar soppy pop enhancing and accompanying his pornographic actions. “Taste so fucking good,” He slurs. “So so pretty, look at you, my pretty baby.”

His fingers trace where his mouth has just been, roaming delicately like he’s trying to familiarise himself and he’s quiet, unnaturally so, murmuring to himself as your chest rises and falls, your heavy breath the only disturbance to the peace. Your teeth dig anxiously into your lip, wondering what his lack of comprehensible words and his careful touch could mean, you can bet that you’ll come to the same conclusion; nothing, all of this means nothing and you’re thinking too deep into it like you always do. You don’t imagine his brain can form too complex thoughts at the moment, taken over by the primal base of needing to fuck and being clouded in dope. So, you feel it, feel the slimy glob of saliva that he expels from his mouth, you feel the way it dribbles filthily down to your fluttering hole and the pad of his finger catches it before he presses into you and you’re gasping sharply at the intrusion.

“Ohh….yeah.”

“Need to stretch you out,” he says, his finger dragging and chafing across your walls torturously, as you suck him in with every languid pull. “You’re so fucking tight around my fingers, gonna be fucking delicious around my cock, huh?”

“Uh huh.”

“Yeah? Fuck, you got me so hard baby.”

His finger is thick, so fucking thick and long that you feel him so wholey, when he slips another finger in, your hole stretching barely to accommodate the extra width, pumping them out in a quicker succession that has you trembling and keening. His thumb pressing between the lips of your cunt, flicking fast across your clit as he continues to fuck you with his fingers, curling them to brush against the barrier of your walls; driving you closer and closer to that steep-cliff edge. He’s got you completely at his will like this, persistent and vigorous with the way he’s pleasuring you and his words only send you reeling further. “You’re so fucking hot like this, almost ready to take my fat cock.” The sounds are downright obscene, moist squelches that follow the drag of his fingers and ring continuously in your ears. He’s got you like this, so wet, so ready, so desperate, teeth bruising at your lips in the hopes that you can curb the volume of your moans, fiery curses and the shameless whines of his name. “I should really use three fingers huh…you’re so tight, but you like it don’t you, little fucking slut loves it when it hurts.”

A strangled noise bubbles at the back of your throat as the term shudders through you. “Oh my god. Oh my god.”

“Close?”

“So so close,” you breathe.

He hums contentedly and before you know it everything's amplifying, the stress of his thumb increases to vigorous rubs, fingers pumping you raw, fast and rough, he’s shoving and jerking in and out of your cunt. And you’re sizzling, your skin is sizzling, the downpour of spring rain does nothing to cool you down and instead sinks and perspires like steam. Your eyes are screwed permanently shut whilst you feel it—everything, his insistent thick fingers, his breath fanning over your thigh arising goosebumps from the flesh, the fact that you both must look like a picture to passerbyers and ceasing to give a shit. Everything is too much and yet not enough. “Need, need—” You jolt.

Nothing. “Fuck.”

The feeling of emptiness crashes too suddenly when he pulls away from you completely, dismissing your oncoming climax, drifting you into a harsh halt that has you shivering, limbs rattling uncontrollably and gasping laboriously for air to fill your lungs. Briefly, you wonder if this is how it must feel for him, when he’s coming down from a high and sinking into reality, the dizziness, the numbness, the cold that invades you like violent waves. It makes you crave, crave for more, another sinful taste, to return to the overwhelming heady feels of beautiful pleasure. And you get it. His touch does nothing to calm you, searing in their trail to land at your waist, clasp persistent at tugging you closer and resting his forehead against yours.

“Christ Jungkook, that—” Words fail on you, fumbling at the tip of your tongue in the depth of the haziness surrounding you. It’s at this point that you know you’d do anything to have him, to prompt him in completing the wreckage he’s caused. “—that.”

His chest must be blooming in pride at your appearance, flushed and glazed wet, knowing he is still to make a mess of you. “You need time?” He asks, and his voice plays distorted and far in your ears, like he’s miles away from where you feel him.

You shake your head hastily, hands clasping the sides of his face to ground you from the shudders of elation. “No—no, fuck me now, like it when I’m sensitive.”

“God, you’re so fucking good.”

His mouth crashes against yours and there’s nothing tame about it, nothing that flutters at your heart, and releases butterflies to cause ruckus in your stomach. It’s raw and it’s carnal and it’s thrilling enough for you to understand why you love it, your teeth clacking together, lips squashing and merging, as he kisses you chaotically; messy licks into each other’s mouths, heads ducking and lolling about as you push and fight for dominance, his teeth, sharp and purposeful, sinking piercingly on your bottom lip until you submit. He draws blood and the tang of iron on your taste pallets has you feeling heady. His kisses, unloving and brutal, are still as ever breathtaking. And they travel, fleeting across your skin, curving at your jaw and making home in the nook of your neck. He pulls at the elasticity of your skin, scraping and sucking at it and your hands make work at his trousers.

“No marks.” You rush out in haste, yanking his trousers and boxers down. “No marks—Fuck.” You’ve got a leg wrapped around his waist, hands locked behind his neck when he sinks you onto his cock, mushroom head stretching at your hole painfully and it burns, supine heat that inflames your insides because his cock is so fucking big that no matter how well or not he preps you, your walls will always quiver at the girthy drag. “Fuck, you’re so big, oh my god.”

“Take me so well though—” His mouth is pressed at the crevice above your collarbone as he hums, bottomed out inside you, and waits. “—tight little bitch taking every inch of my cock.” Jungkook doesn’t listen to you though, never does, his mouth plucks and draws out marks of his stake on you that are always a pain to excuse. But you’re too far gone to care, all you can feel is him, so full of his cock that nothing else matters.

You clutch at him tighter. “Move, move, want you to fuck me hard Jungkook, make it hurt.”

The sensitivity of having him inside you hits when you feel his cock twitch at his words, you feel the rapid tiny sway, pressing him deeper and your breath hitches shakily. “Yeah. You want me to fucking ruin you, show you who you belong to?”

“Yes.” His cock slides out, the forceful resistance leaving you aching until it’s only the tip left and he’s bottoming out again, rocking slowly. “Yes—oh, fuck Jungkook, please.”

“You like that?” He grunts. “Like when I fuck you slow, when I make you feel every fucking inch of my fat cock.”

“Yes. Fuck, yes.”

The pace is agonising, leaving you feeling almost barren for moments that last too long. He’s fucking you deep, dragging out every single second, every inch so you feel it, so that it takes over and you’re mewling and whimpering pathetically. His hips slam into yours, lodging his cock, pressing it further and you’re drowning in it, like this it feels like forever, like you could be stuck in his arms and you wouldn’t mind it one bit. Have him biting at your skin, fingers bruising on your body, have him loving you. The thought itself is daunting, how much you want it, and it’s unfair he’s giving you this teaser, plunging his cock into you unhurriedly almost as if he wants this to last as well—almost. Not enough. “More,” you beg, the intensity is burning at you and you might just fall apart if he continues at this. “Please need more.”

He chuckles. “Always want more, don’t you? want me to fuck you fast, fuck you and own you like a pretty slut.”

You nod. Yes.

“Fuck, turn around.”

It’s quick now and the excitement of that roars at you, as he swivels you around, bending you over, stomach pressed up onto a metal bar and your legs spread behind you. There’s no restraint, and he’s thrusting into you without prior warning, hands tight on your hips as he begins to pound into you, how you’ve both wanted it. “Ah yes yes yes.”

He’s hammering into you, frantic and possessive, his cock filling you out and keeping you blissed as he brushes at your cervix, prodding, probing, adrenaline unwavering. And the sheer brute force reminds you exactly where you are, the merry go round you’ve been perched on, lurching at his actions, swinging you around in a way that makes you dizzy as the scene around you blurs. It’s unhygienic and filthy, the rain that falls causing the sound of your skins slapping together just that bit more raucous, and your skin feels murky with the mixture of your sweat dribbling down your face.

“Fuck, your cunt is so fucking good.” His palm splays at your stomach, the other prying at your wrist forcing an arm behind your back, as he re-adjusts himself, never ceasing up on you. “All mine, you take cock like a fucking slut, just for me huh.”

The whimpers tremble at your lips and your back arches away from him and it’s maddening. He’s got you so under his control, your thoughts are clouded with nothing but him, and he’s fucking you so so good, it hurts. “Fuck I— ngh, yes. All for you.”

“I know. My. Pretty. Slut.” His words are punctuated with steely thrusts, stealing your breath and choking you up with every one.

Your body is trembling, and you can feel the way the tension tightens in a loop as he continues to fuck into you with vicious intent, you’ll feel him tomorrow, you know it, feel the weight of his cock inside you, feel his balls, heavy and full slapping against you. His fingers reach to press at your neck, clenching tight and pushing further and further, you itch to scratch at his grasp and give you back the breath that he’s taking from you, the blood pounds at the back of your neck as you struggle and struggle and he pushes further. You’ll feel it and need him again, like a drug. When you’re so heady, you match his wavelength, floaty and submitted to the throes of hedonism. And the comedown is like a bullet train, the crown of his cock angling to hit right there, the spot that has you screaming his name as the loop snaps and you lose your breath. Everything is white noise, humming and buzzing as he chases the peak of his orgasm, cum released into you, string after string and he holds you. His arm loops beneath your breast holding you back onto his chest, tight, unwilling to let go.

“Don’t go.”

You won’t. Tomorrow, you promise. Tomorrow.

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euthroses-blog · 6 years

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studying with Shawn

“Hi…it’s ya boring girl here. ya girl just got her hand snatched by her crush so, she’s gonna die. Before she dies, she would like to write a fanfic first.

Enjoy!”

-rose

About// shawn and you were in highschool. It’s not wrong to study hard tho, but since you got together with your crush, Shawn. Studying is hard, when your distracted by that curly cute hair and those deep hazel brown eyes. So you decided to study together with shawn.

l a u r e n

“so one last time… I need to be-“ my phone wakes me up with the alarm of Ariana Grande. It’s not a question why I love her…, she’s a QUEEN.

Again I woke up. And soon as I looked into the mirror, oh god. I look like a rat’s nest. Of course after that I brushed it.

“LAURA! Come down here breakfast’s ready.!,” mom yelled from downstairs.

“Yeah ma! Save me for later, I’ll just have brunch,” I shout back.

“ok!” she finished by yelling back.

I finished shower and went to my sister’s room.

“irene? Can I borrow your straightener?” I asked while opening the door to see irene on the bed, watching something on her computer.

“huh? Yeah.., it’s in the drawer…,” after saying that, she went back on her full blasted headphones.

I sigh and grab the straightener from the drawer.

After that I went to my other sister, Rose.

“rose…, gimme an aquaish nail polish,” I went to her room to see her playing with her nail polishes.

“you got it!” she throwed me the nail polish.

“thanks..,” I said after catching it.

I never really care about how I look… but I just wanna look extra today. So I wore some cropped hoodie from zaful and some buttoned up pants. I did my hair in a high ponytail…just like Ariana always do. I painted my nail’s aquaish blue cause’… why not? And to finish the look… I just added my black converse.

After doing packing everything for school…, I just grabbed a pancake that mom made.

“HAVE FUN, DUMMY! BUT DON’T HAVE TOO MUCH FUN!!” irene winked while shouted to me. Ewwww…

I started my car and start driving to school.

-skip class- {ya girl, rose. Is too lazy to write}

“Lauren…babbeeee…where are we going?” shawn asked while yawning.

“I got a surprise… promise me you won’t get mad?” I said while smilling evilly.

“you’re not pregnant right?” he asked worriedly.

“oh hell nah…me pregnant with your kid? Oh lord please…yuck,” I joked.

“ha ha… you only love jokes that offend people, don’t cha’?” he said while rolling his eyes.

“I’m the queen of the offenders, baby!” I shout.

“just tell me what is the surprise!” he said.

“okay…,WE’RE GOING TO STUDY TOGETHER! Since it’s hard to give time for us together, I got an idea by studying with you! Like why not right???” I said. I know he’s gonna feel weird about me saying this, but hahaha this is funny.

“the hell?” he ask confusingly.

“lmao” I laughed.

-Library-

“this is worthless you know…,” he sighs while closing the book.

“but I need this… you know I want to be a scientist, or a poetriest!” I said.

“babbbbeee you can be a model. You’re beautiful,” shawn said while brushing my bangs to the side.

“you know I don’t feel secure about myself…,” I said while looking down.

“babe… you’re beautifull please know this…,” he said while hugging me.

After that day… I started being good about myself. And I turned to be a model, shawn was being a worldwide singer. I just feel so gratefull to have him.

a/n lmao ya girl’s about to die… her hand was touched by her crush. R.I.P rose. Her last words are, “please tell shawn mendes I love him. And Ariana grande too,”

#shawn mendes #ariana grande #shawn mendes imagines #lovers #highschool #magcon #magconboys #magcon imagines #shawn peter raul mendes #like please #midnight #cameron dallas #nash grier #hailey balwin #fanfic #fanfiction #jack gilinsky #jack johnson

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imurjoys · 3 years

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tbh i do notice some rps, depending, in tumblr have some problem with getting older muses around 30-35+ maybe not as bad as twit but uhh hot take most of them are gorgeous and looking great for their age. but if anyone needs to hear some positivity in the ageist debate i've had a muse married to an irene fc for almost a year now and she's a 31 year old badass i love her sm and shoutout to my ship partner for building a babe. regardless of the platform normalize older muses can still Get It. life doesn't stop when you're 30, yk

of course. i wouldn’t say they’re amazing at having older muses, but it’s definitely a lot better than twitter. i think the oldest faceclaim i’ve seen in twitter was dianne guerrero, but this was a few yrs ago, so she was probably 31 at the time. i wish i remember how old they made her tho but i have a feeling she was in her mid 20s. REGARDLESS! that makes me so happy i’m glad you have a great shipping partner and it’s what y’all deserve :3

#rpt #rpc #answered.#if anyone else has nice rp experiences like this send them to me <3 #hehe

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konowhore · 7 years

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Apart from wanna one, do you Stan any other groups????

Too many to count tbh lmao but let me give you a (not) short list

(sorry this was such a simple question and i’m sorry i answered it so long :/)

okay okay, this is aside from hotshot, the boyz, topp dogg, jjcc, nu’est(w), mxm, jbj, rainz, aa, or basically any group that came onto or from produce 101 because i already know most of them (except for d.o.b or boys24 because i never invested into them yet)

(I really really love) B.A.P - (they were my first kpop group ever) My bias is YOO YOUNGJAE AND YOU CAN COUNT ON THAT

Teen Top - (hey there kenta sjndkajd) I LOVE LJOE WITH MY HEART BUT ALSO CHANGJO??????

Block B - (bOPS kiNGS) Lee Taeil is my lil smol

BOYFRIEND - (my boys that i missed so much) Youngmin is my fave but i also love Kwangmin and Jeongmin????? mostly Youngmin tho

MBLAQ - (LOOK THEY WERE MY BOYS TOO AND I-) SEUNGHO MY BUB

BTOB - (happy late 2000 days my bbys

BEAST/B2ST/HIGHLIGHT - my bby Dojoon is the bestest and I’m glad I stan such a dork

C CLOWN (TT) - I love Ray a lot and i miss them lots :/

UP10TION - All the Wei. :)

f(x) - Amber or Krytstal (I love them so much why does Ambs get hate why)

NCT 127 - Win Win (CUTECUTECUTE MY BBY INNOCENT AN ANGEL JIN LONGGUOS BEST FRIEND I WISH BUT YEH)

NCT U - Taeil (vOCALS MAN)

NCT DREAM - LEE JENO THE BOY I SHARE A BIRTHDAY WITH HAHAHDSJDBSJ (I also love you Renjun okay but don’t tell)

BTS - Jin is my fave, J hope is my wrecker (as well as V tbh) and honestly i don’t really watch their vids that much anymore

EXO - Xiumin and Suho are my bubs. iIused to bias Luhan and Kris but then they went up and left and I was like???? looks like I have my bbys Xiumin and Suho.

INFINITE - Sungyeol is definitely my fave. He’s so funny and he’s so handsome????

Super Junior - Kyuhyun and Ryeowook are my faves because theiR VOCALS

BTL - (ish. idk where they went ;;) My bias was QL but I don’t know them as much now :/

AlphaBAT - (their comeback only has 4 members and it honestly hurts to watch it TT) J:eta and H:eta were my faves, but I think they both left :(

SF9 - (BOPS BOPS LEGENDS TALENT PLEASE STAN) Hwiyoung for sure. I’m positive this time. Chani, Youngbin, Inseong, and Taeyang are just big wreckers

IOI - I love Yoojung and Yeonjung the most

Weki meki - Yoojung definitely but I’ll get to know the others more

PRISTIN - Eunwoo, Nayoung and Yuha (I love them all sm tho)

PENTAGON - (SAME ABOUT SF9 TBH) It is confirmed that Wooseok is my bias (after arguing that Kino was my fave to my friend), but Kino and Jinho are a close second

MONSTA X - I love Shownu with all my heart please stan

ASTRO - my soft bbys. Rocky is my fave

WJSN - Yeonjung (I’m such a fake Cheng Xiao stan wth)

BLACKPINK - Jisoo ( sHES A QUEEN MY PRINCESS)

Red Velvet - Irene and Wendy (My babes

Big Bang - Seungri (he’s so funny wth )

WINNER - Jinwoo (REALLY REALLY IS A DAMN BOP)

iKON - B.I (#wyd is my fave omfg)

KNK - Inseong :)

SEVENTEEN - Okay, the thing is there’s 13 of them, so how do I choose? I love S.Coups, Dino, and Minghao the most though

TWICE - Jihyo and Chaeyoung and Jeongyeon They can slay me all they want

GOT7 - BAM BAM USED TO BE MY FAVE BUT THEN CHOI YOUNGJAE GOT UP IN OUR BUSINESS

VARSITY - I would say either Seungbo or Younho or Bullet

There are a lot more groups I stan, but this is just a few I’m listing off the top of my head :)

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( send & for three people i love: not accepting )

y’all okay so @suumuxor and @cansprainpeople both sent me this meme but like i gotta do nine people already so we just gonna talk abt all my main baes.

@fxrechild

um??? og babe?? literally kacie is the coolest cat. she has the most amazing ocs and it fucks me up every single time. she’s the best at making people laugh and understanding when things get hard and u gotta step away, and she is literally like?? my other half?? i consider myself hella super duper lucky to be her friend. i’ve stuck with her for three years and no matter how much fake drama we get into, we always end up watching real drama with popcorn cuz lbr, we are the worst. i love her tho.

@adler-thewoman

sorry guys but sophie is gonna adopt me. she’s like?? my first friend from the sherlock fandom?? writes a damn good irene and is a damn good friend. always gives me advice when i need it and has never been wrong. i should listen to her more. has the best voice btw?? cute af accent + amazing at singing. holy heck u guys what a talent. my england mom is the best.

@traiinedassassiin

my sunshine! man zoe is a literal beam of light. she just makes my shitty days so much better?? i can’t be unhappy talking to her like literally any bad mood i have just vanishes and she doesn’t even gotta try. loves mary watson more than she loves herself. a lot more. is gonna be a great lawyer one day. is already great in my heart. 10/10 mary btw?? literally like her mary is so fuckin quick and i love it.

@suumuxor

allison, my honey bunches of oats. oatison, if you will. ily so much. honestly guys allison is so chill af?? i mean she has no chill when it comes to abilock but otherwise just super cool?? like 10/10 a great person to just be around and like have in your life cuz she’ll chat with u abt headcanons and like idk she’s always just made me feel super wanted and included and i love that??

@julietthotelwhiskey

damn my lil sushi roll. i love michelle so much u guys like i was super scared of her at first cuz quality blogging right here but actually she’s a fuckin nerd so. yeah no we literally have conversations abt johnlock that span like an entire day. like i wake up and we start and dont stop until she goes to bed. and its all sin. and occasionally fluff. maybe some angst. maybe some irl stuff thrown in. but literally like i always wake up to messages from her and i love it so much u guys also i read all her replies in john’s voice.

@psychopatx

jack is gay and im not entirely sure what to say here cuz like hey jack buddy since i know ur reading this like u know how i feel abt u okay i don’t gotta put all my emotions out there buuuuuuut i will anyways so u guys jack is actually really fucking amazing like okay listen he’s also a fuckin nerd but u guys u guys he’s literally the sweetest okay sometimes i feel super shitty and i go to jack and im like “love me appreciate me compliment me” and he fuckin dOES and its like im so not used to that kind of like willingness to make people smile from others and like he’s such a goddamn sweetheart and an angel and yes he writes a fantastic jim but actually he also might be jim.

@lostplane

mars is on like hiatus forever rn but she still matters a lot to me so y’all can go follow her and whenever she decides to get on here, y’all can enjoy her as much as i do. mars is so good okay u guys like me and her are on the same wavelength and she’s one of those friends where like i’ve been super comfy with her from the start like there was no adjustment period cuz i didnt need one cuz she’s just so in tune with me also an amazing eurus but god i love mars so much.

#these are the pieces to my jigsaw puzzle okay #i love them #◈ no such thing as a stupid question ; just a stupid person. ⟶ ⸢ answered. ⸥#◈ you wanna know how i got this scar? i ran into a parked car. ⟶ ⸢ ooc. ⸥

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Criminal I ii

Prompt: Part 2 of Criminal, where Prince Hendery is just trying to help, is that too hard to believe?

Genre: i have no idea at this point, you tell me

Pairing: cop!reader x criminal!hendery

word count: 1623

a/n: cause mama, i’m in love with a criminal (au) hendery. also NOT PROOFREAD

main m.list / criminal m.list / i ii

Message received from: 2Yang

Can you take over for me today? I’m hot

Message sent to: 2Yang

No need to brag, sweetie

Message received from: 2Yang

Y/N, I have a fever.

Message sent to: 2Yang

fine, but you owe me boba when you get back

And with that, one of the worst weeks of your life began. Your partner in crime, Yangyang was sick for the whole week, meaning you were all alone for most of your cases, the captain wasn’t satisfied with you and your progress, or lack of, Renjun spilled coffee all over your shirt and by the time Friday came, you were more than ready to say fuck it and forget about it all.

Or so you thought. The captain assigned you some extra work since you were no where near catching the killer from your most recent case. After 2 hours of feeling bad for yourself and trying your best to solve the case, you said enough is enough and decided if you weren’t going to get any progress done, you might as well have fun. Was going drinking by yourself your first option? No, you asked Renjun? too busy playing video games. Yangyang? still sick. Chenle? asleep at this point, or was just ignoring your calls.

You were sick of hearing no, so you just got up and went to drink by yourself. Sure, you felt awkward at first, but 3 drinks in, you couldn’t care less about being alone. What did you care about? The case. Yes, you were still thinking about it. You tried making connections in your brain, but it was useless, that was until a certain someone sat down beside you.

“And we meet again.” You heard the oh, so charming prince say before ordering you both drinks. “Indeed we do.” You smile, thanking him for the drink. “Now, I heard you’re stuck on the murder of that alley mur-” “How do you know about th-” “I have ears everywhere, sweetheart.We both know what connections I have.” He said, smirking at your confused face. “You know, I hate seeing you this hopeless.” He added before downing his drink in one go.

“Make me less hopeless then.” You laughed “Tell you what, I’ll help you out, but you have to keep me an anonymous source.” Your face practically lit up at his words, as if you were a kid on Christmas day. “But, I will say I do miss your lips, so I wouldn’t be against a little something in return.” He added, watching as you got flustered with a prideful smile.

Where you about to say yes to a member of Vision? The most infamous gang at the moment? Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the desperation to find answers, maybe it was your messed up way of wanting to spend more time with him, hell who knows, maybe it’s a combination of all 3.

“With pleasure.” You said “Which is exactly what you will be experiencing at my apartment.” He said, taking your hand and dragging you out of the bar. “Hop on.” He commanded as he got on his motorbike, but as if he saw the hesitation on your face, he quickly added “Don’t you trust me, babe?”, which caused you to cave and get on the motorbike. “Hold tight.” He said as you wrapped your arms around his waist. “Shouldn’t you be wearing a helmet tho-” You got cut off by the shock of the motorbike starting and speeding across town.

He parked is vehicle before chuckling. “I know I’m hot, but you can hold me inside too, so let go.” He said, tugging at your arms. “Don’t tell me you’ve never ridden a motorbike before.” He said as you made your way into his apartment “I never had the opportunity, sue me.” You defended, causing the smile on his face to grow immensely.

“Don’t touch anything please. You’re very pretty but you seem a little clumsy.” He informed, opening the door as you looked around the place. “I’ll have you know, I’m one of the best police off-” “And here you are, with a member of one of the most badass and elite gangs.” he cut you off, causing you to roll your eyes. He did have a point.

“So, what do know? Or what can you find out?” You asked as you sat down on the couch he insisted you to make yourself comfortable on. “Wow, what’s the rush? May I offer you a drink before we get started?” He asked, making you give him a questionable stare “What? Just because I’m in a gang doesn’t mean I’m not a gentlemen.” Hendery answered, smiling at the questionable stare “In that case, a glass of whatever you’re having, thanks.” You chuckled.

“Now, the hair found at the crime scene leading you in circles? I’ve seen it before, it’s common for people to use wigs with real human hair to cover up their tracks, but with that quality? I’m betting it’s someone from Blood Velvet.” He informed “Yeri to be specific, she’s known for wearing those types of wigs on the job.” he added “But that’s just a hunch.” He said before taking a sip from his drink.

“How do you know so much about Blood Vel-” “I’m giving you vital information, I suggest you don’t ask about my involvement, considering I’m helping you out of the goodness of my heart.” He cut you off, causing you to look away while drinking the strong liquor. “You understand why I can’t, right?” He asked, putting a hand on your thigh “Yeah. What if it isn’t Blood Velvet?” You asked, trying to change the subject.

“Sweetheart, its Blood Velvet. You know why they’re called Blood Velvet? Blood is red, their signature color and from what I heard, there was a piece of red thread on the victim? Besides, the victim fits the description quite well. He was in his late 40s, a past of sexual assault, hitting on barely legal girls in the club he was killed near? From those facts alone, we can guess that he’s one of the many men on Irene’s kill list.” He explained, causing you to let out a sigh and drop your face into your hands.

“So you’re telling me, Blood Velvet kill old creeps who deserve it.” You sighed “Pretty much. Life isn’t that black and white, you know.” He chuckled “I know what you’re thinking, you’re a cop. Gangs can’t possibly do something good, huh?” He asked as he poured himself another glass “That’s-” “You know, some of us aren’t evil, we just want the justice that the task force doesn’t provide.” He cut you off.

“You know why we steal so much money? One of my members, his sister isn’t well and they’re too poor to pay for the medical bill for it. Not all gangs mean harm. Sure, some are ruthless, and deserve no mercy in their punishments, some get into those gangs for money, protection, so on and end up stuck in them but some..” You could feel his hand slowly squeezing your thigh before continuing “Blood Velvet take out creeps who get away from jail time by throwing money at the government, 127 specialize in bringing justice to those who can’t fight for themselves, the Dream do their best to take out those taking advantage of the younger, easily influenced generation and Vision? we finance and we get money for those in need. We break laws but we do it for a good reason. You might be wondering why I’m telling you this. It might be the alcohol, it might be just me wanting you to understand, but I think it’s a bit of both.” Hendery said as he felt a single tear roll down his cheek.

You couldn’t help but think, is he telling you this to throw you off? Maybe Kun found out about last time and told him to make sure you don’t go on with your investigation on Vision. You didn’t mean to think that he was a possible liar, but hey, you were a cop, you’re trained to not be the most trustful with gang members, but part of you believed him, part of you wanted to believe him, so you did.

“Hendery, I didn’t know, I’m so-” “Just, promise me you’ll mark me as an anonymous source and that no one gets hurt.” “I can promise the first, but I don’t know if I can promise th-” “You have to. If not, I can’t let you leave. It’s a rule under Kun’s house.” He said, finally making eye contact. “Then I just won’t leave.” You chuckled “Let me guess, on one side, you’re a cop, you have to solve the case. On the other, it’s not a fair case to begin with.” He said, finally allowing some emotion to be displayed on his face. “Exactly.”

“Wow, I would sure hate to be in your shoes right now.” He chuckled.“Now that I’ve helped, may I get my reward?” He asked with a smirk on his face “Weren’t you all emotional, preaching the gang life 3 seconds ago and now you want to fuck?” You asked, laughing “Full 180, sweetheart. Need to learn that in a gang.” He chuckled as he took the glass from your hand and placed it on the coffee table before tightening the grip he had on your thigh.

“Now, let me show you how good I can make you feel.” He whispered into your ear as you practically moan into him before kissing him. Before you knew it, you were on his bed, both of you stripped of almost all of your clothes and panting. “Ready, baby?” He asked as you nodded, just by his tone, you knew, this was going to be a long night.

a/n: so um this is gonna need a part 3, I told myself NO MORE SERIES but here we are, with me starting another series! But listen, listen....it’s what Hendery deserves. I see so little content for him so yknow what imma just do it myself.

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