#12:58pm

[spokenforinvaliduser]

today so far

[what-even-is-sleep]

Literally shitting myself I hate everything

[ch-qw]

[awrkive]

summary: where you and jungkook love to play the push and pull game

w/c: 4.7k

warnings/misc: idol!jk x (fem)producer!reader. the usual. mean words being exchanged to each other in the name of banter 😕 they dk how to be nice to e/o and i enjoy writing that way too much methinks. explicit sexual content (penetrative s*x, unprotected s*x, c*wgirl position, d*ggy, shower s*x, cre*mpie, dirty talk) idk what happened but there is angst here

note: due to popular demand here is pt 2 🤩🤩 i actually kinda have more ideas for this universe tbh and would love to go thru with it but it def depends so dont expect anything!! anywho. hope u enjoy!!!!! its unedited tho will fix later

index: part 1 | pt. 2

jeon jk. (bighit) [10:25pm]: im stressed i need to eat you out  jeon jk. (bighit) [10:50pm]: whats taking u so long to answer?  jeon jk. (bighit) [10:58pm]: will it kill you to reply

you [11:31pm]: shut up i just got off class 

jeon jk. (bighit) [11:32pm]: who gets off class at 12 fucking midnight  jeon jk. (bighit) [11:33pm]: are you fucking ur professor again jeon jk. (bighit) [11:36pm]: who was that. kim namjin. the lame ass linguistics prpfessor

you [11:40pm]: kim namjoon* and if im fucking him again whats it to you?  you [11:40pm]: hes not lame and hes got a bigger dick than you 

jeon jk. (bighit) [11:41pm]: yeah by like 0.05 inch. 

you [11:43pm]: if thats what makes you sleep at night ig 

jeon jk. (bighit) [11:44pm]: funny bcs who did you come back to after all that? def not namjan

you [11:46pm]: only bcs u send me stupid shit like “im stressed need to eat u out” when u dont get to fuck me 

jeon jk. (bighit) [11:46pm]: youre infuriating as hell

you [11:46pm]: I literally do not care. 

Your doorbell rings for the second time. Rolling your eyes, you let out a loud sigh and drop your highlighter on your book, dragging your feet to the doorway and opening it against your will. 

“What the fuck took so long?” Is what Jungkook welcomes you with, taking off his black mask aggressively and stepping inside the threshold without you even inviting him inside.

You lock the door again, watching as Jungkook expertly navigates the space of your apartment, used to the way he heads to the kitchen with ease where he places the – you noticed it just now – bags of take-out on the counter. 

“I told you, I can’t get into anything right now. I have to study for a test.” You cross your arms under your chest, following him. You stop by the counter across Jungkook, looking at him as he opens your fridge to get a bottle of water. 

He’s worn all black from head to toe for obvious reasons because you live downtown and near Gangnam, and there’s no way nobody would recognize him if he didn’t get into any disguise. 

Jungkook turns to you once he’s chugged the rest of the drink, leaning onto the counter, brow raised as he says, “Who said we have to get into anything right now?” 

You shoot him a mirrored look.

“We only see each other for sex. And we can’t have sex tonight. I need to spell it out for you?” 

Jungkook doesn’t say anything. Instead, he gestures to the food on the counter and begins shrugging off his leather jacket and cap. 

“Eat. You look pale.” 

“Jungkook—”

He furrows his brows. “Is it that time of the month? Why are you so mouthy more than usual?” 

“Fuck off.” You flip him off which makes him chuckle. It takes you aback a little. 

“See. You’re irritable because you haven’t eaten yet. So what if you have to study? Eat first. I’ll help you with your flashcards later, then we’ll have sex. Easy.” 

“Who are you and why are you telling me what to do?” You bite back.

“Because you’ll probably die at 27 if I wasn’t constantly reminding you of eating your meals,” Jungkook shrugs and starts tearing off the tapes on the take-out food. “And you like having sex with me. So.” You purse your lips, making a small scoffing sound, prompting Jungkook to glance at you. “Yeah?” He quirks a brow with a hint of a smile on his lips.

You frown. “You’re cocky.” 

“You get me hard when we argue. Save it for later.” He says, as if chastising you and redirecting your attention again to the food. 

You roll your eyes again, annoyed that there’s a weird feeling in your stomach about the whole exchange and your mouth muscles are itching to curl up a little at his… stupidity. It irritates you, the way Jungkook goes through life in an easy-going way because he knows exactly who he is. 

You almost let out a moan as you start digging in the chicken he bought, feeling relieved to finally have something. Jungkook was only half-exaggerating when he said he had to tell you to eat, because most of the time you really forget all about it.

Today was one of those days… you didn’t have to clock in at the company on Fridays but your classes go from 5 to 9pm which drains the hell out of you. Waking up midday means not bothering to eat… and aside from the bagel and coffee you grabbed at the cafe earlier, you haven’t consumed real food. 

“I don’t like this.” you suddenly say. 

“What?”

You look up at him. He still looks weird. 

“That.” you point at his general direction. He raises a brow, growing confused. “You look happy. I’m not sure if I like that.”

“Ouch.” 

You can’t help yourself. You laugh at his completely blank face. Cutting yourself off completely, you clear your throat.

“It’s weird. Why?” 

“I smile and it just… what? Ruins your day?” 

“Yeah.” 

Jungkook laughs out loud. “You’re infuriating.” 

You hum, weirdly satisfied with that.

Jungkook has been over your apartment many times because as much as his place is way nicer, you don’t like going there. Too risky, too many eyes. Too… scary. You know Jungkook improves his security every three months, as sad as it sounds, but still. You don’t feel comfortable going there, probably why you refused to use the keycard he’s given you. You do fuck a lot in your studio, though, or in the empty rooms over at the company, but when you’re not, Jungkook and you drive here. It’s almost safe to assume that Jungkook knows this place already like the back of his hand.

Probably because whatever the hell this is between you has been going on for eight months now.

After Jungkook and you inhaled every last bit of the food (because he was apparently starving as well), true to his words, he actually did help you study a bit. But that didn’t really last when Jungkook suddenly had his fingers in you thirty minutes later. 

One moment you were talking about phonological change and sound laws, the next thing you know, you’re cumming on his fingers, while Jungkook sits on the edge of your bed frantically helping you straddle him. Meanwhile, half of your clothes are forming a heap on the floor as you heavily make out with each other. 

“F-fuck,”

Jungkook sighs when the tip of his cock finally enters your pussy as you slowly push down on him, thighs clenching at the way he’s stretching you out. 

You gasp when you fully sit on him, open mouths breathing against each other. 

“Oh, fuck, you’re so b-big–”

And you might never really get used to it, no matter how many times you do it.

You let out a shaky moan when you feel Jungkook’s dick twitching inside you, opening your eyes only to see him already staring right at you. 

“You okay to move?” He rasps, the veins in his arms telling you he’s trying to hold back. 

You nod eagerly, placing your palms on his shoulders and preparing yourself to go up. Your slick from the foreplay doesn’t make the stretch of his cock fully burn, making it a little easier for you to slide out and bounce back down on him until you’re repeating the movement faster, with Jungkook taking a hold of of your breasts, squeezing the flesh tightly in his huge palms. He groans, leaning down to capture your nipples, biting the pearls a little too rough you whimper a little too loud. 

“O-oh—! Not too rough, Jeon.” You whine, grabbing the back of his head. Jungkook looks at you with brows raised, rightfully confused ‘cause you usually like it when he’s rough with you. You bite your lip, continuing to ride him. “Just a little sensitive. My period’s next week.” 

Jungkook nods understandingly, squeezing your chest again, quite apologetically might you say so. He licks over a nipple, this time considerably more gentle with it. 

“How’s this for a studying session?” 

“N-not bad,” You bite your lip when you feel your thighs quivering, already starting to run out of breath, digging your nails in Jungkook’s shoulders. His hands travel down to your hips, where he grips it tight and starts guiding your ministration, literally bouncing you up and down on him. “Ahh– fuck.” you moan, shutting your eyes close at the delicious sensation of his engorged cock touching every part of your pussy. 

You’re dripping on him, both of your bated breaths filling your room as he picks up your own pace. 

“You – fuck – enjoy riding my cock like this?” He suddenly cups your jaw, making you look at him. The sides of your eyes sting with unshed tears, whimpering when his dick slips out of you when you try to go down again. Both of you look at it, with Jungkook quickly helping you put it back in, moaning in unison when it enters you again. You tighten your grip on him, soft sighs falling out of your mouth. But Jungkook suddenly lets out a quiet tsk, looking at you with furrowed brows as he says, “Answer me.” 

“Y-you know.” you say, mirroring his look. You start rocking back and forth instead, heightening the pleasure. 

With the way Jungkook’s face contorts, you know the new movement feels just as good for him. 

But he suddenly thrusts from under you, grabbing the back of your hair – the stretch on your scalp didn’t hurt, but it’s enough to make you gasp.

“Why do you gotta be such a fuckin’ brat, huh?” Jungkook groans, guiding your face closer to his. “You act like this around— who’s that guy again? Professor Kim?” 

You bite your lip to prevent yourself from smiling at that. You knew he was gonna bring that up one way or another. You and Professor Kim fucked that one time — okay maybe two times when Jungkook and you had this weird cool-off thing going on four months ago, and he made sure to remind you of it every singe chance he got. 

“No,” you firmly say, leveling him with a look, still keeping your pace on his cock. “He likes it when I’m a good girl.” 

Jungkook’s expression darkens, and you moan when his grip on your hair tightens. 

“You’re far from a good girl, sweetheart. But he wouldn’t know that ‘cause he only got to fuck you twice.”

“Y-yeah? You sure it’s not more tha—” 

Jungkook cuts you off with a hot, angry kiss. Your teeth cling together, and with the aggressive way he inserts his tongue into you unprompted, you know he’s getting a little heated. 

It’s juvenile, but you take a little pride in how much it's so easy for you to piss him off. 

But one second you’re sharing a searing kiss, the next moment you feel a sting on your bottom lip. 

“Oh—! What the fuck!” You push Jungkook away so hard he unceremoniously plops down on the mattress, bringing you down with him. You manage to support yourself with his hard chest, looking at him with bewildered eyes, touching your bottom lip. The fucker just bit it. 

Jungkook lets himself rest against the mattress, gripping your thighs instead. 

“He’s fucking weird for fucking his student, by the way.” he says, apparently still not done talking about Kim Namjoon. His hands have made their way from your legs to your breasts, but you whisk them away, shooting him a glare.

“You’re a dick,” you jab at his chest, making him let out a slightly pained “Oh!”, soon exchanged with a grunt of pleasure when you reach for his cock behind you to sit on it again, grinding against it. You lean on his chest, keeping your daggers on him. “You can say whatever you want but you can’t blame Prof Kim for fucking his student.” 

Jungkook immediately scoffs. Because you refuse to have anything to do with his hands, he crosses them under his head, eyes casting a glance down where you meet, darkening when you roll your hips against him deliciously.

“He’s a person in power. That gotta be unethical.” 

You roll your eyes almost automatically. 

“So you wouldn’t fuck me if I was your student, then?” you raise your brow, taking note of the obvious surprise coloring Jungkook’s face. 

But he quickly shuts it down with a smug response.

“I would just have to look at other professors to fuck. Especially at SNU? Have you seen the women professors there?” There’s a bite to it, and the smirk on his lips heighten that. Like he’s telling you he has way more options than you – and those options can come easy for him. If he wants to. 

“See how you’re not fucking any one of them? Exactly.” you retort. 

Jungkook snorts. “I don’t have to,” He removes his hands from his head. “Besides, I fucked Hana before in a professor outfit. Does that count?” 

You grit your teeth together at the mention of Hana. She’s a friend of yours, also an idol like Jungkook. You actually do have a lot of friends in the industry, and coincidentally, Jungkook has fucked most of them. 

“What’s the matter? Don't like the reminder that much?” Jungkook grins. “I remember Jiyeon being in the same position as you now. She really loves riding my dick. Kind of like you. You two really are friends, huh?” 

Kim Jiyeon, a member of a famous group in the country. Another one of your friends and one of Jungkook’s on and off hook-ups too. You don’t know if they still do it from time to time – as far as you know, they ended just as you two began. But you don’t ask either, don’t really care at all. 

But it’s funny since you remember him saying awhile ago he hasn’t fucked anybody other than you in a long time. Was that a lie? 

“Sure. Don’t feel special though, I rode Jaehyun exactly this way. Went at it for hours because my pussy just gets so wet for him.” 

You relish the fact that Jungkook’s smile immediately falls off his face when you say that. But that victory only lasted for a brief moment when he spoke his next words. 

“You have a dirty mouth on you, I’ll give you that. Shin’s was dirtier, though. Gives crazy head too.” 

You don’t really know why he’s mentioning all your idol friends, but fine. If he wants to play that game, you’ll give it to him. 

“Don’t you just love a crazy head? Mingyu gave me one when we finally went out on a date, and I still think about it,” You made sure to grind against his cock painfully slowly, making a show of moaning out loud. “Oh god,”

Thankfully, that shuts Jungkook up. 

“So he did ask you out.” Jungkook says, and it sounds so… firm. You can’t even recognize the look on his face. 

“Yes.” 

He goes quiet after that, but his hands on your waist are tight. 

Like nothing happened, you continue riding him – and maybe because you talked too much that the momentum got killed, but suddenly, you stop your ministration.

Jungkook’s brows furrow, about to say something. Just as when he opens his mouth to speak, you get off him, leaving him astounded on your bed with his dick still stiff and hard against his abdomen.

“What the hell?” 

“I’m going to take a shower.” you say nonchalantly, already heading to your bathroom. 

“Seriously?” Jungkook says, the disbelief in his tone palpable. “I’m still hard and I haven’t even cum yet.” 

You look back at him. “You can take care of that.” 

Jungkook gestures with his hand. “Are you fucking kidding– you’re serious?”

You turn away and go straight to the bathroom, locking the door and immediately turning the shower on – aggressively so.

You’re not mad, is what you tell yourself. You know you started it when you goaded Jungkook about Namjoon. But you also shouldn’t have taken the bait, because Jungkook is competitive in all areas that affects his huge, dumb ego. 

Well, fuck him. Figuratively this time. You can’t believe you let him in your place tonight. You can’t even fucking remember what you were reading earlier, because his stupid horny brain decided it was okay to finger you when you were memorizing the mor—

“What the—!” 

You look at Jungkook in shock when he suddenly barges in the shower, all naked just like you and goes under the stream too, looking just as pissed as you left him.

“I know where you keep your keys and you can’t just walk out on me like that,” He turns off the shower and you’re about to complain when he suddenly looks at you again, brows furrowing and tone a little dark when he says, “So what? You play this little I’m-fucking-other-people-and-not-just-you games on me every fucking time and expect me to just take it? When I decide to ride along you get a little pissy and act like a child?” 

Your jaw slacks, not expecting the call-out. Jungkook steps closer to you, heavy footsteps sounding like a ticking clock above your head. You’ve always known he’s muscly, and much much taller and bigger than you, but his presence especially looms over you when he’s obviously heated like this.

Your backward steps are futile when he only takes steps forward, until you feel the glass wall on your back. 

Jungkook follows, and even though his hands are wet from the water, warmth spread through your body when he takes you roughly by the waist.

“Now you have nothing to say because you know I’m right,” he rasps. You whimper when he presses his body to you, his dick flatly rigid against your stomach, the tip aching red when you glance down to look at it. Jungkook clicks his tongue against his cheek, cupping your cheek to redirect your face to him. “Turn around.” 

He doesn’t even bother hearing you out, just manhandles you around himself. You suppress a moan when he rests his dick against the cleft of your ass, his body heat spreading within you when he leans down to whisper in your ear, “You know what’s funny? Your mouth looks adorably small when it’s stuffed with my cock, but it sure is big enough when you run it just to piss me off.” 

Your thighs clench at his words. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you look back at him. “S-so what are you gonna do about it?” 

Jungkook raises a brow. “The best option is to put my dick in it but you’d be way too happy with that.” 

You roll your eyes. “You’re so full of yourself—” 

“God, can you shut up for even just a minute?”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes again.

“Can you just fuck me and get this whole thing over with?” 

You don’t expect the slap in your ass that comes after that. Looking back at Jungkook with a gasp, you’re about to voice out a complaint when he suddenly inserts a finger in you, cutting your train of thought. 

He slowly eases out of your pussy, but shoves his digit back in, settling with a steady pace in and out. 

“Look at you, you’re a cockslut. You like when I’m mean to you, that’s why you piss me off, right?” He says, nibbling on your ear. 

You whimper when he adds another finger, moaning at the sensation. Jungkook picks up his pace, and your lewd sounds bounce off the shower stall as you start feeling the hot coil in your stomach. 

“J-jungkook,” 

“Hm?” 

“I want– more.” You say, looking at him with your mouth agape, tears forming in the sides of your eyes. Your thighs feel like giving out, and you feel so empty even though he’s two fingers in it’s almost criminal. 

“Say it. What do you want?” 

You fight the urge to flip him off, but your tone is still snarky when you simply say, “Dick.”

He chuckles, sending shivers down your spine. “Whose dick? And what’s the magic word?” 

You shut your eyes close, grinding your teeth in quiet anger.

“Your dick and please.” You say in the most monotonous voice you could ever muster. 

You fully expectd Jungkook to prolong the moment a little longer, but fucking finally, you see him stroking his dick a few moments later, shaking his head and chuckling lowly when he adjusts your position against his crotch. 

“You whine and I give you what you want. Aren’t you too spoiled, princess?” He says, aligning the head to your oussy until you feel the tip slowly entering you. 

You inhale, relief of having his cock back inside you washing over you. 

“Y-you love giving me what I want.” You retort back, pushing yourself on him, careful to keep a tight balance on the glass before you even though Jungkook’s got a tight hold on your waist with his other hand. 

He only hums, and soon he thrusts inside with no warning – but it’s a pleasant stretch when it happens, a loud moan escaping your mouth from the sudden movement. 

“O-oh god!” you yelp when he begins sliding in out of you at a fast pace, gushing as he kept on giving it to you.

You try to keep your voice low but Jungkook’s stretching you out so well, his thrusts so precise and forceful, dick growing impossibly bigger every passing second. 

Soon, the cramped shower stall is fogged, with nothing but your heavy breaths and moans and groans filling the air, Jungkook beating your pussy with speedy trusts your breasts are starting to hurt from the jiggling – thank god that Jungkook decided to fondle them with his palms, squeezing and holding, flicking your nipples every now and then. 

“It’s–shit–it’s only me who gets to see you like this, begging for my cock because you fucking love it so much,” Jungkook says against your neck. “So fucking wet, such greedy pussy – and it’s mine, right?” You only whimper, but that obviously does not make Jungkook happy. With a forceful tug on your hair, he makes you look at him. “Answer me when I talk to you, baby, or you’re not gonna cum.” 

“Y-yes!” 

He hums, slowing down to give you a slow, purposeful trust. 

“I don’t care who else you fuck, __. Because at the end of the day, it’s me you come back to.” 

You could almost cry by the way he’s going so slow that you feel almost every ridge of his cock, but it feels so good. He’s so big and hits all the right spots, even when he talks shit.  

“Shit.” he hisses before speeding up again, and you can feel fhe tell tale sign of his orgasm when his rhythym becomes uncoordinated for a bit of a moment, groaning a little loider than usual, until one of his hands on your waist let go to squeeze his dick in your pussy.

“I’m gonna cum,” Jungkook says with heavy breaths, staggering a little. “Where can I cum?”

“Inside.” you say, “Please cum inside. I need it, Kook. Cum inside me.”

“Yeah?”

“Y-yeah. Please. Need it. Need it so bad.” you bite your lip, feeling a little delirious. 

When Jungkook moans a little louder, that’s when you feel the hot liquid running down your legs. It makes your pussy flutter, whimpering when Jungkook inserts his cock in you to push his cum back again, stuffing you with his cum. 

“So damn pretty… fuck,” Jungkook whispers, rubbig the base of his cock against your lips. 

“Kook–”

He doesn’t let you say any more, just creeps his finger in your pussy, thumb rubbing your clit in eights. And because you’ve been basically edged as well, it doesn’t take too long for you to follow him, cumming down hard. 

Jungkook helps you get up, lets you rest your back against him as you try to regain your mobility, chest heaving up and down.

It’s weirdly calming when he runs his hands over your body, caressing your stomach and squeezing your tits as you both come down from your high. 

“You okay?” Jungkook whispers against your head. You nod. “Alright, I’ll leave you to it.” 

You’re about to ask if he plans on showering as well, but you stop yourself before you can even say it out loud, looking at his disappearing figure when he walks out of the shower box and the bathroom altogether. 

It takes you a moment to start the shower again. 

But it was only a quick one, and you didn’t exactly think about where Jungkook would’ve gone by the time you're finished, but once you’ve emerged in your bedroom again, you see him pulling up his pants, buckling his belt. 

“You’re leaving?” You say, pausing. Then you realize it came out kind of weird, so you try to scratch that. Glancing at your alarm clock by the bedside table, you clear your throat. “I mean, it’s 3 am.” 

Jungkook looks up at you. “Yeah. I have practice at 6.” 

“Ah.” you nod, blinking at him. You head to your closet, picking out your clothes for the night. “You have three hours left. Tough.” 

Jungkook snorts. You can hear him shuffling behind you while you wore another clean camisole and shorts. When you turn around, Jungkook’s dressed now in his black shirt and jeans. His cap and jacket are in the living room, so he'll probably just grab them when he heads out. 

When you plop down on the bed, you watch as Jungkook picks up his wallet and his phone, stuffing them in his pockets. You thought he’d leave by then, but he suddenly speaks. 

“Hey.” He calls. You raise your brow at him to continue. Jungkook pauses for a moment, looking a bit unsure. Before you can ask, he finally says something. “You can fuck Kim Namjoon or whoever you like,” he starts, staring intently at you. “Just tell me beforehand so we can sort it out.” 

A few beats. 

Jungkook doesn’t follow it up with anything, and nor do you say anything quickly to that. 

The silence sounds way too loud. 

“Okay.” Is what you settle with. Jungkook stares at you a little longer than necessary, so you arch your brow. “What? Anything else before you leave?” 

It takes Jungkook awhile to say, “Nothing.” 

“Okay… and uh, thanks for bringing food.” 

He arches a brow, lips curling up a little. You squint your eyes, rolling it when he gives you a knowing smile. 

“Good night, I guess?” Jungkook lamely offers. 

You nod. “It’s 3 am but okay.”

“You can’t tell me good night, too?” Jungkook says. 

“Uh, have a good sleep and sweet dreams?” you say with the flattest tone and face. 

He scoffs, but he looks amused. “You can be a little more sincere than that.” 

You wave him off. Jungkook shakes his head, turning on his heels to head out the door. 

“Jungkook.” 

His hands around the door handle pauses mid-air to look at you. 

You look away. 

“Mingyu did ask me out,” you start. 

Jungkook’s face is unreadable when he says, “I didn’t ask.”

You shake your head. “No, I know you didn't, I just–” you sigh. “That was a week ago. I just want to say that… nothing happened.” 

It takes awhile for Jungkook to understand. 

“So…”

You lied. About the head or whatever the hell you said about Mingyu and you together. Mingyu was a nice guy, and the date was also really nice. But it just… didn’t work out. 

“Yeah.” is what you settled with. 

You don’t really know what you expected from him, but he just nods. 

“Alright.” 

That was the last thing he said when he walked out of your door. 

You look away, grabbing your phone to check some notification. There’s something on instagram, and there’s a message from Yoongi. Some mp3 file. Music stuff, you guess. And there’s one from Yena too, a member of a rookie female group over at the company who’s getting into songwriting. 

When you lie down to sleep, you feel empty.

[scrmngtts]

“Ill tell you about it tmr”

-didnt tell me shit :)

“Im here for u”

-yes you were :)

Also food was 60$ bucks btw. Youre welcome i guess :)

Im already feeling shit and he still decided to go out for drinks with his boss :) kwenchana :)

[dwevilliette]

pissed off that I have to make this but whatever. First off, I have never interacted nor will I ever interact with that person. 1. Because, they blocked me. 2. I don’t like interacting with Homestuck fans because of past experiences. This is because I’ve gotten groomed by 3 Homestuck fans,, why the HELL would I go out of my way to interact with one,, that’s literally disrespecting MY OWN personal dni and I would never do that. Also looking at the post prn made, it was posted 12 hours ago.

It’s currently 3:58pm when I’m making this, probably going to be longer when it’s done but twelve hours ago for me was 3:58 AM. my day doesn’t start until 6:20 am, and I would never get out of my bed and grab my phone and type some stupid fake hate at 3 in the morning. Also…WHO THE FUCK GOES OFF ANON TO SPREAD HATE?? Especially when they’re a big-ish edit account like me, it’s like “I” was asking to get hated on. I ALSO DONT EVEN FUCKING KNOW YOU. plus with the layout thing, I would never tell somebody I would make a layout for them unless it’s a super close mutual/friend or a request. I also haven’t typed in that typing quirk in like awhile wtf?? If you’re trying to make it believable atleast get my writing correct holy shit. I also stopped using the prn “ai” awhile ago because u don’t know if im comfy using it anymore. Also it’s so fucking easy to fake a screenshot, and I know it’s faked 02 just by the look of it. Heres @/fufumio showing it perfectly.

also some more of ppl explaining it better than I ever could.

Don’t know what else to say except that I didn’t say that shit lmao. To all the old-moots who blocked & unfollowed me, you can follow me back idc. Some of you are so gullible to believe ONE screenshot,, and not even a video showing IT WAS REAL. This shit is so dumb and I’m actually so over it. Thanks to the random fucking person who was looking for popularity so badly that they had to drag me into something. tags for reach : @hauntingmizi @myelody @xxangelicrosemixx @nomkiwi @sweetdoll22 @grimescum @goat-sin-of-lust @esotericsweetheart @castodust @pupytrail ++ anyone else pls who will spread this.

[bonniesbluee]

i ADOREEE ur writings very much, im looking forward for ur new work i.e. young dad!art nd young mom!reader 🤩🤩, keep going!!!!

a day with young dad!art and young mom!reader . . .

(they have a little girl in this!!)

9:00AM: your head was comfortably resting against art's bicep, hand gently clutching at his as you both slept soundly. then tiny knocks interrupted his sleep, you continued sleeping like a log, as always. "mama?" the high pitched voice made art sigh, rubbing his eyes while sitting up. "what are you doing here so early sweetheart?" he cooed, gently kissing your cheek so you could wake up. and all you replied was with a "mm, let me sleep." that was muffled against his skin. he smiled before scooping the little girl up, placing her ontop of your chest. "she wants you this morning.

10:30AM: after waking up, brushing yours and your daughters teeth, you both walked to the kitchen. to be greeted with a shirtless art cooking breakfast. you set your daughter in the booster seat before going to art so you can get your mom hugs. "you want eggs or cereal?" he would ask while resting his cheek ontop of your head. "mm cereal. i think she wants eggs." you mumbled back, glancing at the little girl gazing at both of you with curiosity.

12:00PM: "what time do we need to be at your parents house?" art asks while letting his daughter tug at his curls. "like in an hour?" you hum, resting your head on art's lap, taking advantage of the position to tickle you daughter's tiny toes. "shouldnt we start getting ready?"

1:30PM: after an hour and a half of getting ready, both of you are finally in the car. your daughter sleeping in the booster seat in the backseat while art drives. "remember, big smile, okay? and if my dad says anything unpleasant to you just tell me and i'll-" "calm down, baby." he interrupts, his hand going to your thigh. "its okay. i know how to handle myself."

1:55PM: "c'mon sweetie," you purr while taking your daughter out of the seat. "lets go see grandma and grandpa!" the little girl squeals, hugging you tightly while you carry her to the house. art following shortly after getting the diaper bag and your purse, which you had forgotten at the car.

4:58PM: "well that went..." art sighed, helping you put the little girl back into the booster seat. "better than i imagined?" he laughs softly, kissing his daughter's forehead. "see?" your hand gently rubbed his arm. "i told you they would soften up to you," he leaned into you, burying his face into your neck with a soft nod. "if you're lucky you might even be my dad's favorite son in law." you teased, wrapping your arms around art's shoulders. "i need to put a ring in that finger if yours to earn that title." he hummed, kissing your neck softly, still clutching you tightly. "yeah?" both of you looked at eachother, almost as if reading eachothers minds. "not right tho." but of you said at the same time before bursting out laughing. "yeah, not right now. but you're getting a big chunky ring when the time comes."

8:00PM: "its bed time for you, young girl." you announced while picking up the whiny little girl. "but mamaaa-" was the only thing she said, mostly because that was all the words she really knew to say properly at the moment. "uh uh, no whining or we wont go to the movies tomorrow." that shuts her up real quick. you tuck the little girl in, smiling softly before kissing her forehead. "mommy and daddy love you, soooo much." you whispering, brushing hair out of her face. "okay! good night." you walked to the door, "dont let the bed bugs bite." which was accompanied by a high pitched giggle from your daughter.

8:12PM: "did you put her to sleep?" asks art, walking out of the bathroom, hair soaked, chest glistening with water and with a towel wrapped around her waist. you nodded, laying on your stomach while watching tv. "yuppp." he sat beside you, leaning down to kiss your jaw, which resulted in his hair getting you all wet. "oh my god go away!" you whined. "you're getting everything wet!" "and not you?" he teased, cupping your thighs to pull you to him. "cant a guy not want to get his girlfriend wet anymore?" he shook his head like a dog, causing water to sprinkle everywhere, including you. "art donaldson." you muttered, glaring at him. "go dry your hair or i swear you wont be getting any action toni-" "yes ma'am." he kissed your cheek before scurrying off to the restroom.

8:20PM: he walks out of the restroom, finding your almost sleeping form in the bed. he huffs, walking to you, crawling ontop of you. "sleeping already? you promised me some 'action', dont you remember?" he whined, finding the crook of your neck to nestle his face there. "please? just one round i swear." he's totally lying. with how much you turn him on with just the slightest look his way, he knows there'll be more than just one round.

9:30PM: "a-art stop!" you whined, head resting against his shoulder, nails leaving red claw marks on his back as he fucked you missionary. "shh. you're gonna wake our daughter up," he purred, covering your mouth with his mouth while picking up his face. "you blabbered against his palm, eyes rolling back while your back arched, "m'coming!" you cried against his palm.

10:30PM: "good girl, up and down." he whispered, hands cupping your hips to guide your movements, he leaned in, your boobs suffocating his face but he didnt care, he loved this position. "faster," he whimpered against your chest, his fingers leaving red fingerprints against your flesh.

11:26PM: you layed on his chest, completely spent. you fell asleep the moment your head touched his chest. he cradled you softly, hand rubbing your lower back while his fingers brushed sweaty pieces of hair off your forehead. "goodnight." he mumbled, closing his eyes while pulling the covers up to your shoulders.

[ferrarifinnick]

time zones | charles leclerc 16

charles leclerc x reader

in different cities, plagued by different time zones, charles misses your phone calls once again. suddenly things don't seem so sustainable anymore.

note: hate to do it to you, but here's some angst. get those tissues ready and prepare to clutch those pearls. also, first charles fic! what do we think? love <3

masterlist

warnings: angst, long distance relationship, miscommunication, heartache, sad charles poor charles :(

700 words

7:02am.

Charles stared at the blurry numbers on his phone, squinting at the brightness of the screen and the sunlight pouring into his bedroom. He squeezed his eyes shut when he noticed the notifications from you. Three texts, two calls. All unanswered.

The first text, at 11:58pm.

I just finished work. I'll call you on the way home. Can't wait to hear your voice. I need it.

Charles' chest hurt. 11:58pm, minutes after he must have dozed off. He had tried so hard to keep his eyes open but his day had been so long and sleep was fighting a good battle against him.

At midnight is when the first missed call came through. It would've been 5pm for you. You would be getting out of work and Charles would be about to get into bed. You would've just got to your car, set up Google Maps, and called him. That was the only time you could find to chat to each other lately, and Charles had missed it.

Worse yet, he let you drive home with the disappointment of waiting all day to hear his voice, only to still be alone come night time.

Twenty six minutes later, at your 5:27pm and his 12:27am, the second text came through.

I made it home safe. I saw you got P2, congratulations! Very well deserved my love. Are you still awake?

That's when the next call came through.

Charles knew that you'd have been upset when he didn't answer. He knew you'd be holding back the intrusive thoughts. The what-ifs, the tears, the disappointment. It would have been keeping you up much later when you'd be trying to sleep. But he knew what was really eating at you was the hope that he would wake up and light up your phone with an incoming call.

He knew it was true when he saw the text at your 11:03pm and his 6:03am.

I think we've missed each other tonight. I was looking forward to hearing your voice, but I hope you celebrated that win well. Congratulations on P1 my love, well deserved. Goodnight.

He stared at the time of your last text, your 11:03pm and his 6:03am. One hour ago. You'd barely been asleep for an hour and here he was waking up to start his day. By the time you'd wake up, he'd be in meetings. By the time he'd get out, you'd be in work. By the time you'd finish, he'd be going to sleep.

Charles squeezed his eyes shut. Distance was never easy, but this wasn't the first time you'd missed your small window to talk to each other. It had been happening a lot lately. He knew it was hurting you because it was killing him.

He opened the tab on his phone of flights that neither of you could take. He was stuck where he was, and you were stuck elsewhere. There was never time. Something always changed the circumstances for the worse, and Charles sank his shoulders in defeat.

He deleted the tab on his phone.

Opening your messages, he sent his own reply.

Good morning, mon amour. I'm sorry we missed each other last night. I hope you're sleeping well. I'll call you after you finish work.

He stared at your missed calls again. There was nothing he could do except stare at them and wish they weren't real.

The alarms he forgot to set would have urged him out of bed over half an hour ago, and so he got himself up and dressed for the meeting he was about to be late to, but he couldn't open the door of his lifeless hotel room.

Guilt gnawed at his stomach. It wasn't fair of him to make you live this way for him. You deserved more than a short phone call every couple of days, and he realised that the only way for that to ever change was if you were here with him.

But he knew deep down that following him around the world wasn't what you wanted. While he could give you security, he couldn't give you stability. That's what you wanted more than anything, and that's when he finally realised, after suffering the long distance for so long, that there were two things in life that meant most to him.

The job and the girl.

He wanted both. But as he opened the door of his hotel room, he realised he could only have one. He had to pick. But he knew it wasn't really a choice. There was only one option.

And it wasn't the girl.

[linos-luna]

New Years! ❣️

Han x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, jerking off, boobs!

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While your panties were still on, your bra was discarded somewhere on the floor. Your boyfriend was desperately grinding his hard cock against you while sucking on your breasts. He was moaning and whining, almost crying as he wanted to cum so bad, but you wouldn’t let him.

“Please noona!” He whined. “Please I wanna cum!”

“Not yet Hannie.”

You looked to the alarm clock on the night stand. It had just turned 11:58pm. Two minutes he has two minutes left.

Han continued whining while bucking his hips, rutting against your clothed cunt; this was driving you insane, especially with how uncomfortable your wet panties were getting. That on top of him harshly sucking on your nipple almost had you losing it.

“Just two more minutes , baby.” You giggled. “A minute til the new year.”

Han whimpered like a sad puppy and this had you feeling bad so you sat up, turning him around to have him lay against your chest and between your breasts. You also held on to his throbbing cock, jerking him off with no mercy.

Your boyfriend couldn’t help moaning out loud, unable to control his volume, so you stuck your fingers in his mouth, to which he sucked on them with no hesitation. His moans still reverberated against them but at least he wasn’t too loud.

A few more seconds, almost time for the new year; Han was nearly crying and you weren’t sure how much more he could take.

But he didn’t have to wait much longer. You watched as the clock turned 12 before pulling out your fingers and whispering in his ear. “You can let go now, Hannie~”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. He came right away, making a mess on your hand as you continued stroking him.

“Ah—! Noona—!” He panted as you continued rubbing him. “A-agh! T-too much!”

You let go, allowing him to relax and catch his breath.

“You’re such a good boy, Hannie.” You said while running your fingers through his hair— with your clean hand of course.

“You always listen to noona.” You continued while tracing your fingers down his chest and teasing his nipples. “Just noona’s good boy, hm?”

He loves your praised and blushed as you leaned in to give him a kiss on his head.

What a way to start off the new year; in bed, laying between his girlfriend’s boobs.

[dopingconsomme]

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,Metaが音楽生成AIモデルをオープンソースで公開、テキスト＆音声入力で誰でも高品質な音楽を作成できるように Metaの研究チームが音楽を生成するAIモデル「MusicGen」を公開しました。オープンソースでの公開となっているため誰でも無料でモデルを利用できるほか、作例やデモが公開されており、その品質を実際に確かめることが可能になっています。 [2306.05284] Simple and Controllable Music Generation https://doi.org/10.485...,https://b.hatena.ne.jp/dopingconsomme/20230612#bookmark-4737818852708766917 https://gigazine.net/news/20230612-audiocraft-music-gen/

[7ndipity]

Yoongi M.list

Masterlist

Guide: 💜-Fluff 🌧-Hurt/Comfort 💥-Angst 🔥-Suggestive 🗯-Crack 🔞-Smut

°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

Dating Yoongi headcanons💜🌧🗯

Dating headcanons pt.2💜🔥

Yoongi Nsfw Headcanons (request) 🔞💜

Yoongi asmr headcanons (request)💜

Yoongi x Idol dating headcanons (request)💜

Mornings with Yoongi (request) 💜

Partner Privileges (request)💜

Yoongi Breakup Headcannons (request)💥🌧

Yoongi with S/o with Chronic Pain (request)🌧💜

Long Distance Relationship Headcanons (request) 💜🌧

The Fans Love Y/n (request)💜

Holidays With Yoongi HCs (request)💜

3:04am 💜🌧

3:13pm 💜

12:03am 💜

Promise (request) 💜🌧

Soft 💜🔥

On Your Period (request) 💜🌧

Jealous Yoongi (request) 💜

Perfect for Me (request) 💜🌧

Telling Him Your Demisexual (request) 💜

"Fuck it" (request) 🔥

When You Get Jealous (request) 💜

"You Broke Me" (request) 💜🔥

Take a Chance on Me (series) (request)💜🌧

Safe Place (request) 💥🌧💜

Five More Minutes (request) 💜

"Made For Me" (request) 🔞💜

Nerd (request) 💜🗯

Every Little Thing (request)💥🌧💜

Every Little Thing Pt.2 (request) 💜🔥

"I Missed This" (request) 💜🔞

Second Glances (request) 💜💥🔥

Take Care Of You (request) 💜🌧

Better For You (request)💜🔞

6:58pm/Moments Like This (request)💜

Sweet Morning (request) 💜🔥

"Eyes On Me" (request) 🔞💜

Shy (request) 🔞💜

"Tell Me You're Mine" (request) 🔞💜

He Forgets Your Birthday (request) 🌧💜

Time For You (request)💜

“Just Breathe” (request) 🌧💜

Limbo (request) 💥🌧🔞

“Wakeup Call” (request) 🔞💜

Greedy (request)🔞💜

"The Best Thing" (request) 💜

[skzdust]

Bloody First Kisses

This is smut. MINORS DNI.

I've been meaning to write Changbin smut for the LONGEST time and I finally did it hehehe. And vampire smut too! The best kind of smut!

Summary: Vampire!Changbin knows he can come to you when he goes into heat every month, and both of you are staring to catch feelings.

Pairing: Sub!Vampire!Changbin x dom!reader

Includes: vampire bites, unprotected vaginal sex (USE CONDOMS!!), riding, pegging, "needy", "slut", first kisses, smut with feelings, but mostly smut

Word Count: 1.8k

Taglist: @weirdowithaphone @caught-in-the-afterglow @palindrome969 @skzstan12345 @katsukis1wife @hyunjinsjeans @somethingkindazainy @silverstarburst

AU: Vampire

Network: @mirohs-aurora-society

Comments, reblogs, likes appreciated!!

Masterlist

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Your text conversations with Changbin were sparse. But at least they were consistent.

10:12pm, June 21

Changbin 🧛‍♂️: hey… so You: Hm? Changbin🧛‍♂️: you know why I’m texting you You: What? Changbin🧛‍♂️: c’mon You: You’re perfectly aware of what you’ve gotta say if you’re pulling up to me with a ‘hey… so’ Changbin🧛‍♂️: you’re gonna make me say it aren’t you You: Yeah I am lol Changbin🧛‍♂️: i’m just gonna come over Changbin🧛‍♂️: and we can talk then You: Oh didn’t I tell you? I moved Changbin🧛‍♂️: you didn’t actually did you? You: No Changbin. Changbin🧛‍♂️: ok then i’m omw Changbin🧛‍♂️: here

12:32am, July 19

Changbin🧛‍♂️: heyyy You: Damn, a whole month, and you didn’t even so much as text You: Not even a ‘made it home safe, y/n!’ after last time You: You’re gonna break my heart You: 😢 Changbin🧛‍♂️: wasn’t aware we were at the stage where you were looking for a ‘made it home safe, y/n!’ text Changbin🧛‍♂️: lmao You: Just come over Changbin🧛‍♂️: 🫡🫡 Changbin🧛‍♂️: here

3:34pm, July 19

Changbin🧛‍♂️: made it home safe, y/n! You: Good boy! Changbin🧛‍♂️: don’t condescend to me You: Aww but you liked it so much last night Changbin🧛‍♂️: … Changbin🧛‍♂️: no comment You: Yeah I’m sure you’ll have no comment in a month, too Changbin🧛‍♂️: NO COMMENT.

This time was a bit irregular, though.

10:58pm, August 20

Changbin🧛‍♂️: you up? You: Yeah lol Changbin🧛‍♂️: can i come over You: Yeah lol? You: All good? Changbin🧛‍♂️: i have a comment now

You’d barely looked at the text when there was a knock at your door. You hummed as you stood up. He was standing there, staring into the peephole of the door with bright red eyes.

You unlocked the door and swung it open.

He stood there, his eyelids heavy, his mouth half-open, his fangs peeking out from behind his lip. “Please let me in.” He practically whined.

You caressed his cheek, and his whine grew more desperate.

“Come inside, baby.”

He stepped into your apartment, and you locked the door behind him.

“Needy little vampire.” You whispered, brushing a piece of hair back from his face.

He didn’t need air, but a breath caught in his open mouth anyway, His eyes, still so red, gazed up into yours.

He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to.

“Bedroom.” You patted his face. “Clothes off.”

He shut his mouth, his eyes still impossibly wide. “Can I—”

“I’ll think about it.” You raised your eyebrows. “I told you bedroom, and I told you clothes off.”

He nodded, obediently taking his shirt off as he walked towards the bedroom, exposing his muscled back and quite frankly unfairly big arms. You hummed in appreciation.

He lay facedown on the bed and wiggled off his pants, pushing his ass in the air.

“Fuck, baby, so good for me, such a little slut.” You crooned, reaching for your strap on in the drawer.

He looked over his shoulder. “Are you—” He cut himself off with a whimper.

“Aww.” You said as you tighten the straps around your waist. “Stopping yourself, such a good boy.” You could’ve punished him for his slip up, but it’s so much fun to reward him, to fuck him senseless and then ride him till he’s begging to bite you.

He swallowed audibly, and you knew his fangs were out. He was turned on, he was painfully turned on, and he wanted not only to cum but to drink.

You were gonna let him, but not before some fun.

You reached for your lube, dripping some directly over his hole. You carefully slid one finger in. He clenched around you, whining.

“Does my slut like that?”

“Mhm.” He managed to get out.

You moved your finger a bit before removing it and going back with two. “You’re just sucking me in, aren’t you, baby?”

You added a third finger, and Changbin starts practically shaking, his arms strong enough to hold him but the sensation so powerful it overrode all that.

Changbin was submissive, but you’d never guess it from how he looked. He was big, strong; he looked every bit someone who’d manhandle you in bed, throw you around and fuck you. A vampire who’d bite you with a hard control.

But since that first time Changbin had asked you to fuck him, you hadn’t been able to see him as anything other than a needy mess. And he bit you with the desperation and fervor of a disciple worshipping their god.

You loved fucking him.

You didn’t love him. You just fucked him through his heats, let him bite you. That’s as far as it went.

Never mind that you’d begun hanging out with your mutual friends more just to see him. Or that you’d showed up at his place one night drunk out of your mind to fall asleep on his couch, because you felt safe there. Or that he’d showed up at your place drunk out of his mind to sleep on your couch because his friends had ditched him and your address was the only one he could remember.

You loved fucking him. You didn’t love him.

A confused, pathetic moan interrupted your thoughts. He was looking over his shoulder, whining as your fingers idly circled his rim.

“Oh.” You simpered. “You want me to fuck you.”

“Yeah.” He whined.

“Can’t just leave my little vampire needy like this.” You lubed up your strap, holding it to his hole. “Can I?”

You slowly began to push into him, stopping after a few seconds to let him adjust. “Should I stop here?”

“No, no!” He cried, pushing his face into the pillow, trying to quiet himself.

“Aww, don’t muffle yourself, baby. I want to hear you.” You pushed another inch inside him, wrenching a noise out of his throat.

“Okay.” He whispered.

“That’s a good boy.” You thrust the entire remaining length deep inside him, and he groaned, his back arching as he pushed up onto you.

“Fuck, fuck… fuck.” He panted as you readjusted.

You waited.

He whined. “Can you…”

“Can I…” You mocked, jerking your hips just a bit. “Use your words.”

“Can you fuck me?”

“You’re gonna have to ask prettier than that, baby. I know you can do it.”

“Please?” He said breathily.

You moved your hips a little. “More.”

“Please. Please, please fuck me.” He pushed his hips back, trying to get deeper on your cock. “Please, need it, need— ngh!”

You began to fuck him hard and fast, pushing your hips into his at a few different angles before a strangled cry informed you you’d hit what you were looking for.

You throbbed as you fucked him, the stimulation on your clit and pussy turning you on, but not as much as the sounds you got out of Changbin.

He was perfect, your perfect good boy.

Your hand found his back, tacky from sweat, and pushed it into the sheets. He moaned, arching even further into you.

“Fuck, good boy, good boy.” You pulled out of his ass, ignoring the wiggle of his hips as he chased you, and took off the strap-on. You rolled him onto his back and pushed it back inside him, not even bothering to detach the straps.

He moaned obscenely. “Need you to— need you on my— need your—”

“So fucking needy.” You groaned as you positioned yourself over his cock. “You’re gonna stay there, stuffed full, while I ride you, and then you’re gonna bite me.”

His pupils were huge in his red irises as he nodded. “Yes, yes, yes, please.”

You sank down on his cock, letting out a small noise of pleasure. He really did have a nice cock.

And a nice face, and a nice personality…

You were not catching feelings for him. No fucking way.

You started bouncing up and down on his cock, ignoring both the dull ache in your legs and your racing thoughts.

It didn’t take long for that strategy to work. You were the dominant in this situation, and both of you knew that, but you began to beg. “Changbin, God, need to cum on your cock.”

“Please cum.” His hands found your hips, gently holding them. “Please cum, I wanna cum, too, in you, while I bite you, while I drink—”

You leaned over him, tilting your head to expose your neck, your artery, your rushing pulse.

“Bite me when I cum.”

“Yes.” He whispered.

You rode him a little harder, watching his abs tighten as both of you came closer to your release.

“Changbin… now, bite me now!” You moaned, your hole clenching around him as you came.

His fangs dug into your neck, and you moaned even louder, rode him even harder, your eyes fluttering shut as your hands searched for anything to hold onto, settling on Changbin’s huge arms.

It hurt, but it felt so good, so intimate, so close, the two of you joined in multiple ways.

He came, too, his warmth filling you up, his jaw closing harder on your neck, pushing his fangs still deeper, drinking still harder.

You gave yourself completely over to him, moaning as he drank his fill from your neck. You felt lightheaded, and you couldn’t tell if it was from your release or the blood loss. Probably a bit of both.

He carefully pulled away from your neck, the motion jostling his cock inside you. One of his thumbs brushed over the twin holes he’d made on your neck, and he leaned forward again to lick a thick stripe over them.

You could get used to the feeling of his tongue, you thought.

You leaned in to kiss him.

That wasn’t something you’d done before. In all your hooking up, you’d never kissed Changbin.

But here he was, full up with a strap on, you wrapped around his cock, his mouth full of your blood, kissing you.

Kissing you.

This was a bad, bad idea. You shouldn’t fall for one of your friends, much less if he’s a vampire. Much less when you’ve been hooking up with him through his heats for the past few months.

But for as wrong as it was, his lips felt so good.

You pulled away. “Can we try this?”

Changbin blinked, his eyes gone more brown now. “Hm?”

“Can we try, uh, us. Can we go on a date or something?”

He blushed, your blood filling his cheeks. Somehow, knowing that made it more attractive. “Yeah, I’d really like that, y/n.”

You gave a small laugh. “Good… are you still….”

He nodded, looking away. “As you, um, as you know, the heats last… some time.”

“I do.” You kissed him again, hard. “And I’m always happy to help, no matter how long that may be.”

[nattanoora]

18 MARS, 2016 𓏲 FREDAG, 21:22

27 AVRIL, 2018 𓏲 VENDREDI, 23:36

11 JANUAR, 2019 𓏲 FREITAG, 19:30

APRIL 5TH, 2019 𓏲 FRIDAY, 8:58PM

04 MEI, 2019 𓏲 ZATERDAG, 01:12

NOORHELMS + THE NATTA, WILHELM/NATTA, NOORA PARALLELS

[stealanity]

playlist two , enhypen :

⠀

ꕤ lee heeseung ,

movie date

movie date two ( angst ending )

movie date two ( fluff ending )

fever

my heart will love you

[ 5:10am ]

[ 11:54pm ]

[ 7:37pm ]

[ 8:44pm ]

[ 2:21pm ]

⠀

ꕤ park jongseong ,

alkanet ( smau , hiatus )

cinderella's dead ( smau , hiatus )

unexpected

good girl ( ft. jungwon )

like hot summer

hide & kiss

summer is not over

[ 8:12am ]

[ 3:02pm ]

[ 3:45pm ]

[ 3:34pm ]

[ 2:58am ]

⠀

ꕤ sim jaeyun ,

ticklish

6, 9, 7

we're both single

almost

attention

[ 5:23pm ]

[ 3:45pm ]

[ 5:32pm ]

[ 6:45pm ]

⠀

ꕤ park sunghoon ,

face painting

the bookseller

friends

[ 11:22pm ]

[ 3:06pm ]

[ 7:54pm ]

[ 4:22pm ]

[ 5:33pm ]

⠀

ꕤ kim sunoo ,

quarantine video game

so mad

sunshine

back to you

⠀

ꕤ yang jungwon ,

cinderella's dead ( smau , hiatus )

night talk

a to z being your boyfriend

good girl ( ft. jay )

that one rainy day

[ 6:03pm ]

[ 10:02pm ]

[ 8:02am ]

[ 12:34am ]

[ 12:58pm ]

[ 3:22pm ]

[ 3:47pm ]

⠀

ꕤ nishimura niki ,

teach me

[ 3:12pm ]

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falling in love with life ; hanbin zb1

synopsis ; grim reaper hanbin always appears at one’s last moment. that’s just who he is. he never wondered on how it’s like to be alive. but after certain few deaths in a row, he notices how the reader is always nearby, as if they are a sign of death too. curious, he starts to observe you. but what happens when he starts to wonder on how it feels to be alive?

genre ; angst, grim reaper!hanbin, death x life, deaths, not sure if it should count but i read the book thief a couple of years ago and i am not so sure if you can consider this to be inspired by that

pairings ; hanbin x reader

word count ; 1.8k words

“time of death, 10:43am. cause of death, heart failure.”

hanbin was a grim reaper, always appearing at one’s last moment. some might say you are lucky if you see him though, that gorgeous face being one of the last things you will see before you move on.

hanbin was at a children’s hospital, reading out little notes about the passed one. hanbin, who typically doesn’t feel emotions, has one weak spot which was towards kids who died too young or those who died unfairly. so he made one exception for them. he would allow them to appear in their loved ones’ dream for one final goodbye before he accompanies them to the after life.

in front of him now, in the ward, was a translucent soul of the child that just passed. upon her passing, her parents were in the room, sitting down, crying and stunned. the child looks at them, calling out mom and dad but they could not hear her.

it was a regular occurrence for hanbin, this was something he saw almost every single day. but his heart aches for the little girl.

hanbin bends down to reach the child’s eye level. she was just seven.

“kiddo,” he start to say. “do you want to talk to your mom and dad one last time?”

the child looks at him, all confused. “i’m not … seeing them anymore?”

hanbin shook his head, giving a soft smile. “i’m letting you see them one more time. you should have a chance at goodbyes. you want that, don’t you?”

the child nods, a little confused but she so desperately wanted to talk to her parents again. hanbin smiles at her, giving a soft pat on her shoulder. he leaves the room momentarily, letting the child look at her parents in privacy.

about to leave the room, the door opens, stumbling into the room and coming into face to face with him. of course, you could not see him. processing the scene in front of you, you apologised for the interruption. you had a bag with you and looked through it, before taking out a bag of oranges and a packet of dumplings, handing it to the grieving parents.

hanbin stared at you, looking at what you were doing. as far as he knew, you were a stranger. you had no ties to the family. hanbin knew he should have paid no attention to you. you were just a regular passer-by who stumbled into the wrong room. but yet for some reason, he was a little intrigued by you.

but he couldn’t figure out why.

“time of death, 12:58pm. cause of death, car accident.”

hanbin was now in the middle of the road, standing beside a car accident. the translucent soul of a middle-aged man was standing right in front of him. hanbin clicked his tongue in annoyance. “were you drinking?”

the middle-aged man shook his head. “what, no!” he denies, looking around the scene. he sees his lifeless body in the driver’s seat. he turns to look at hanbin, his already translucent soul getting even paler. “wait … are you-“

hanbin cuts him off, rolling his eyes. “don’t lie to me,” he said, his anger levels rising. there’s one thing that hanbin hated the most and that was careless people. those who risked the lives of others. “you were drinking in the middle of the day and even though you were clearly drunk, you still drove?”

the middle-aged man start to protest, disagreeing. even after death, he still had pride on the line.

hanbin puts his hand out, cutting his words off. “i’m not hearing it,” hanbin says. “you should be thankful you are the only one dead and not anyone else-“

hanbin stops talking as he looks over to the bystanders gathering on the side of the road. he spots you, again. this was the second time he had seen you in a day. the second death you witnessed.

“what now?” the man asked, desperate. “can i at least see my wife again-“

“no.”

hanbin looks at you one more time, wondering what would you do. he sees you calling for an ambulance and running towards the car, trying to drag the lifeless body of the soul that was in front of him out of the car. hanbin was confused about you. why would you do that? no one else was doing anything, why were you so different?

“time of death, 4:14pm. cause of death, fire.”

hanbin turns to another person.

“time of death, 4:16pm. cause of death, fire.”

this time, it was a whole group of souls he had to accompany. a fire broke out at an office building and even though there were more casualties than deaths, it was still much more than one. the fire was still ongoing, so the number of souls he had to accompany was only going to get bigger and bigger.

while gathering all the confused souls, he spots you in the crowd, again. what is this? he thought. why are you everywhere? everywhere you went, you left a trail of death behind.

hanbin, confused, looks at you once more. intrigued on what you would do. then, as if you had no bright idea ever in your life, you made a run into the burning building. hanbin was shocked. what the-?

without even thinking much, he ran after you. he followed you into the building. he was a grim reaper, he couldn’t be killed twice. the fires had no effect on him. he lost sight of you but he searched the entire building, looking for you. was this how you both will officially meet? with your stupid idea of running into a burning building?

then, he hears a cough from the distance. he headed towards the sound, wondering whether it was you or another possible casualty. he sees you in a distance, carrying someone on your back. hanbin, looks at you confused. you were willing to risk your life to save another? he felt a sudden surge of anger. how could you be so careless? why did you care about another person’s life more than your own? especially since it was a stranger.

he watched you struggle but before the fire went even bigger, you and the person you saved made it out. alive.

despite all the confused souls of the dead wandering around, hanbin could not take his eyes off you. who are you?

hanbin put his duties aside. he has worked for over hundreds of years. he should have some time off. he have only existed for the pure purpose of accompanying people to the afterlife. but now, he was quietly following you from behind.

he wasn’t a stalker or anything, he was just intrigued by you. and hanbin was almost certain that something may happen to you so he wanted to be there as soon as you passed, not because he wanted to prevent it from happening.

he follows you into your apartment. and even though you could not see him at all, hanbin stayed at the balcony so that he was out of your way. he observed you from the balcony. he looks at how you start to prepare your own food, how you start to play some music, how you stopped making food momentarily just to dance along to the music. he looks at how you start singing alone, completely ignoring the food you were cooking.

hanbin cringed a bit, he could sense the food was getting burnt. but he forgets all about it, looking at how you dance to the music. you made the moves look effortless, hanbin was already more intrigued by you. you had witnessed multiple deaths on that very day, and yet, somehow, you made sure you had something to look forward to.

hanbin stays at the balcony, eyeing you carefully. you were different from everyone he had seen so far.

and he hoped you stayed that way.

hanbin was back on your balcony, looking at how you were crying over a tv show. humans were always a symbol of worthless to him. humans do the same things over and over again and most often, they die with a meaningless death, leaving a meaningless life behind. but yet you were so different. he has watched you laugh, cry, be angry and be so, so happy. how did you do it?

this became a regular occurrence. hanbin would fulfil his grim reaper duties throughout the day but by the evening, he was on your balcony, observing you. at times when you were out, he would follow you from afar, just in case you died.

he had follow you to little hang outs with your friends, seeing how you smile and laugh with them. for once, he loved seeing your smile. he probably has the way you smile memorised into his head already. it was the way you brighten up the room with your presence alone, managing to bring a smile on hanbin’s face too.

seeing the way you live your life, hanbin had a thought. what if he was alive? how would that feel? would he be like you too, helping everyone and making everyone smile? but hanbin was okay with still being a grim reaper. he got to see how you live your life. he saw the way you were so happy with just being alive. and with that, he was content.

hanbin was content that he, the grim reaper, was falling in love with life.

hanbin watches you get into the car after a hangout with your friend. this has now being going a months. he fell for life, and a part of him desperately wishes he was alive. he had never wanted to be alive before meeting you. and yet you, you were something.

he kept telling himself that he is only watching you in case you die and he should be there right at that moment. he could not afford to have a lost soul roaming around the streets. that would end up making you a ghost.

as you drive off, hanbin felt a gut-wrenching pain. oh no.

it was time.

hanbin knew he should not argue against the higher-ups, but he could not let you die. no. he had to stop it. out of everyone, you did not deserve it.

hanbin tries again and again to manifest something, but his abilities just stopped at accompanying those to the afterlife.

he could not change what’s already decided.

but that doesn’t meant he shouldn’t try.

he quickly follows your car, trying to harness any power in him to stop anything that could cause your death. hanbin simply won’t allow it to happen. not you. anyone but you-

he saw it. he witnessed everything. he sees you. and you-

saw him?

“time of death—” hanbin starts to say against his will. “—12:04am, cause of death, car accident.” his voice was soft.

why, out of everyone, did it have to be you? why did he, the grim reaper, have to fall for you?

death and life can’t mix. and even though you were dead, you still had the shot of being alive. but him?

he was the grim reaper, who is never alive, and who can never be alive.

he shouldn’t have fallen for life.

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