#I had a really hard time making eye contact

[rose-tinted-kalopsia]

≡;-꒰ 𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒 ꒱₊˚ ପ⊹ I  𝑶𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑼𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝑫𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓

╰┈➤ ❝ sylus x afab!reader | nsfw 18+ mdni

tags : pre-debut sylus? LMAO, on the tamer side of things, zero plot, sexual implications (but no actual sex), sexual tension (lots of it), teasing, heavy petting, kissing, praise, dirty talk (ish), use of pet names "dearheart" "little robin" "love", just pure unawarranted self-indulgence. lmk if i missed any tags!!

wc : 1k

an : obviously zero canon basis so take this as you will, but i guess a girl can dream! (thanks for the brainrot @unluckywisher you know what you did)

"Dance with me, dearheart."

You knew well what it was like to drown.

The tilt of his head, the subtle tug of the corner of his lips—his eyes were half-lidded, eyebrows raised as he looked at you. But whether from amusement or sheer exasperation at your lack of response, you couldn't quite tell anymore.

You'd been trapped in his allure from the start—there was no more escaping this from you.

You knew well what it was like to drown.

His presence was all-consuming.

"Cat got your tongue, little robin?"

His voice rang in your ear as near proof of it. Smooth, sultry, an octave lower than you were used to.... Yet it was still, always, a tremor so mellow. It melted cleanly with the music. Nearly seamless.

You could barely hear the waltz over your own thoughts, all counting and timing lost in this whirlwind of him. There was none that you could look at but him. None that you could think of but him. As if the world would slow to a stop, nevermind the twirls and the spins of your movements—in this moment, what existed, alone, was you, and him.

Your own little world.

And it might as well have been that way.

The dance was the last thing on your mind; now, you'd become alarmingly aware of the placement of his hands—a hold so intimate, so close, much more than the two of you had ever been. He had your right hand clasped tightly in his, held out slightly to the side, and he kept you close. Everything he did seemed to dictate your movements, the way your hand would rest on his shoulder, the way you were flush against his body as the two of you swayed to the melodies... Fingers traced the curve of your spine downwards, nearly a caress, dipping to rest just above the small of your back.

You could feel the warmth of his touch even through the fabric of your dress.

It was scalding.

The heat in your body was impalpable.

You watched as his lips danced into a smile, so smug, so aware of the effect that he had on you... his crimson eyes had you captivated in a look of authority, so hard to look away from.

And then his head dipped down, the tip of his nose brushing against your cheek, his lips finding the shell of your ear:

"You've been awfully quiet, dearheart. I need to hear you."

You didn't really have time to register your response.

"...I just don't have anything t—"

A sudden twirl of your body had his hold digging into your waist, before slowly sliding upwards to steady you—and you hadn't noticed, anymore, how you'd gotten into this position. It was effective enough to render you in a speechless shock. Body tilted down into a dip, your head fell back, leg sliding up his thigh, and he grinned.

It would play out exactly as he wished it to.

"Sylus," you gasped—you were pulled back against his chest in the next moment, and this time, his hand dipped lower.

The sensations were overwhelming.

Slow, timely music continued to play in the background, his breathing soft against your lips as he pressed his temple to yours... Yet the mirth in his eyes would never leave. He had you in his hands just as a feline would, toying a mouse; that much was clear as you felt a shiver run through your body, his lips making contact with the side of your jaw.

"You're not thinking anything indecent, are you, love?" he chuckled, a low rumble that nearly had you whimpering.

"N-no, I..."

"Ah, ah. It's not good for a robin to lie. You know very well that I do know... I know you too well, don't you see?"

His eyes narrowed, and your breath hitched in response.

"You want me, don't you, dearheart?"

His lips moved from your jaw down to your neck, sucking harshly on a particular spot that had you letting out a quiet moan. Your head tilted upwards to allow him more space, and there was that chuckle again. "Mmm. Such a sweet sound. Such a pretty, pretty little robin."

He didn't need to say what else was on his mind; you knew what would have come next.

Such a defenseless, charmed, obedient little robin.

Because he would always call you that when he was pleased.

He too tilted his head back, lapsing your position to place his hand underneath your chin, leaving you no choice but to keep your eyes on him.

And perhaps, that was exactly what had you snapping.

Without giving your desires a second thought any longer, you brought your lips up to his, eyes closing, reveling in the feeling of such plush impropriety against you. You were closer than close. You'd brought your arms over his neck, his own hands making slow, meaningful strokes up over the side of your body.

"And the little robin makes her move."

It was mocking, almost.

Yet, there was another spin before your body returned pulled up against him, the feel of every desire, so unabashed between the two of you in this moment, laid bare before you. His hands smoothed down your waist to grip onto you, pressing you against him—

You could tease, and perhaps you would have, had you not felt the obvious gather of slick between your own thighs.

A lost cause.

He knew, too, you surmised. What with the way he pulled you back into a kiss, licking into your mouth, head tilted to deepen the scope of all his intentions.

The kiss was slow, at first.

Unhurried.

Sweet, despite it all; in time with the music, even as your swaying slowed to a stop, footsteps moving back, back, back, until you nearly crashed into a wall. Bodies pressed so tightly together, the melody moving into its crescendo, your legs hoisted up and wrapped around his waist—

You were panting, naturally, the next you pull apart.

Your arms remained hooked around his neck, the sight of his slightly disheveled appearance, the flush on either of your cheeks more than obvious. He hummed, this time, leaning into you, tongue finding the soft spot behind your ear.

"What a shame," he whispered. His teeth grazed against your skin. The slightest nip had you gasping, the tingle of it zipping straight down to your core. "It turns out you won't be keeping that dress on for the rest of the evening, after all."

⁺₊ / an: tbh just like. idk i have zero excuses for this, we die like men

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[seventeenreasonswhy]

SVT Reacts to Seeing Their S/O in Glasses for the First Time 🤓

~ SFW ~

OT13!Seventeen x Fem!Reader

Warnings/Content: SFW, Fluff!, can be read as established relationships or new relationships, just boys being smitten! 🥰

Author's note: Sweet boys being sweet! They are whipped! This one's for my fellow glasses girls out there. (No affiliation with eyebuydirect, they just had a wide range of frames lol)

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S.Coups

You walk out of the bathroom in these frames, with your hair gathered in a lose bun, ready for bed. S.coups is lounging on your bed already, but he has never seen you in glasses before and does a double-take, looking up from his phone. They suit your face so well. It’s like he’s seeing the real shape of your face for the first time. God, she's so cute, he thinks. “You’re so cute,” he hears himself say aloud. You turn to him suddenly, a deep blush spreading across your face at his sudden compliment.

Jeonghan

You walk into the coffee shop wearing these, your hair falling in tresses over your cute cream-colored sweater. You looked so relaxed and cute. Jeonghan almost didn’t realize it was you when he saw this cute girl in glasses walk through the door. “Wah, Y/N!” he can’t help but cry out, beaming as you get closer. “You’re so cute!” You tease him about sounding so surprised, but he ignores you and tells you that he loves how you look in your glasses, he thinks you're adorable. He can’t stop smiling and simping as you drink your coffees.

Joshua

You meet Joshua at the museum wearing these. You were running late and didn’t have time to put in your contacts. You were dressed in a chic turtleneck and grey marbled overcoat. He spotted your high bun right away, and as soon as he saw your glasses he smiled. “I didn’t know you wore glasses,” he said. It’s true, you hadn’t really worn them around him yet. You didn’t prefer them. “You look sexy.” he said softly, and you felt something catch in your chest. maybe you would wear them more often...

Jun

As Jun walks by the laundromat, he does a double take. He sees you by chance, sitting at a counter in the window passing the time reading as you waited for your laundry to finish. He was surprised that he recognized you—he had never seen you wearing glasses before. You were concentrating hard on the book you were reading, so you didn’t see him kind of watching you from the sidewalk. You had your hair half up in a messy-but-sexy bun, long strands hanging between you and your book. You chewed on your fingernails as you read. So cute, he thought. He finally enters the laundromat and comes up behind you. You jump a little, but quickly recover and smacking him with your book. “You look cute,” he says, ignoring your playful smack and tucking a strand of your hair away from your face affectionately, making you blush all of the sudden.

Hoshi

You told Hoshi that you would give him a ride home from dance practice, but he almost misses you in the company parking lot because you're wearing glasses he’s never seen you in before. You only need them to drive at night, but you kind of like them. They frame your face really well and draw attention to your pretty eyes and cheekbones. Hoshi is beaming at you as he gets into the passenger seat. “Ah...” he sighs out softly, a wry smile on his face, as if he's wistful he hadn’t seen you in your glasses sooner, “so you wear glasses, ah...” You smirk, glancing at him sideways. He’s obviously admiring your face in these frames. He holds your hand as you drive, continuing to stare at you while you giggle at his blatant simping.

Wonwoo

Wonwoo has been waiting for a chance to see you in your glasses! You'd mentioned wearing them sometimes when you got tired of your contacts but you’d only recently found frames that you actually kind of liked. You finally wear them one day, styling them with your favorite oversized sweater and baggy pants, your hair in a high, fluffy ponytail. Needless to say, Wonwoo is! smitten!! He finds the dark frames so cool. You look effortless, your glasses adding some mystique to your already very beautiful aura. Unconsciously, he gets a little clingier with you... “What’s up?” you ask him as he fiddles with the sleeve of your big sweater, standing closer to you than usual. “I like your glasses,” he says, and his low, quiet tone makes your heart stop for a second.

Woozi

Woozi loves when you wear your cute glasses. He thinks you look so sweet and squishy, for real. He’d be all over you, pinching your cheeks and tickling you. He can’t help it, something about the big wire frames on your cute pouty face with your pink sweatshirt is just so cute. He wants to squeeze you like a plushy stuffed animal.

The8

He finds your trendy glasses particularly well suited to the outfit you’re wearing today. You look so cool. The whole look really aligns with your style: striking and simple. He catches himself staring longer than usual at your bone structure, really appreciating the naturally beautiful shape of your face and the sweetness of your eyes, accented by those simple frames. He is really staring at you, and you playfully push his face away, but he just keeps looking at you. “You’re so pretty,” he says, smiling at you. You can’t bring yourself to meet his overwhelming gaze, but he doesn’t even mind.

Mingyu

Mingyu sees you hunched over your laptop at the kitchen table when he gets home late. You’re wearing glasses as you stare at the screen, your hair up in a messy bun, wearing one of his sweatshirts. You look up at him as he enters the room, happy to see him and for the excuse to take a break from your studying. “I like your glasses,” he says as you wrap your arms around his middle and give him a big, stress-relieving hug. He pulls back to look at you again. “They really suit you.” You thank him and turn to sit back down, but he pulls you close again, still looking at you. “So cute!” he smiles as he slides his palms up to the sides of your face, gently squeezing your cheeks, puffing your lips out into a fish-lipped shape as he gives you a kiss on the forehead. You can only laugh at how over the top he was being over some plain old blue light glasses, lol.

DK

DK was kind of early to your apartment to pick you up for your date. He figured he could just hang out with you as you got ready. but you answered the door with your hair still up, a toothbrush hanging out of your mouth, and glasses on. he reflexively laughed at how cute and frazzled you were, but you cut him off by trying to ask him why he was so early. unfortunately, the toothbrush in your mouth turned your words to mush, only making DK laugh more at how cute you were, following you to the bathroom as you stomped away in a hurry to continue getting ready. he slowly stops laughing but continues to beam at you through the reflection in the bathroom mirror as he leans against the doorframe behind you, watching your face as you continue to brush your teeth and take your hair down. “You look so cute in glasses, y/n” he says, “why don’t you wear them more?” he pretends to pout, like you’ve been keeping this from him on purpose. “I always wear contacts,” you say, flustered at his presence behind you, the way he’s looking at you through the bathroom mirror. you move to take your glasses off, but you feel a hand suddenly grasping at your forearm. “No, leave them on,” he softly whines from behind you, and you almost jump away from him. but he’s holding you. you just hope that he can’t hear your heartbeat, it’s pounding so hard. “Okay,” you say, blushing beet red. DK just keeps hold of your arm, smiling at you as you both head out the door.

Seungkwan

You told Seungkwan to pick you up at the office after another long day. He hated to see you overworking yourself so much and brings snacks for the car ride home to cheer you up. You climb in the car, and he notices your new glasses right away. He loves when you wear glasses, he thinks they make you look so sexy and sweet. He keeps stealing glances at you as you vent about your day. As you make your way home, he lets his free hand idly float over to play with your hair, soon rubbing his thumb gently against the side of your cheek. You smile at the touch, grateful that he’s being so loving right now. “I like your glasses,” he says softly, and you blush at his earnestness. “They’re so pretty on you.” You float your hand up to his, cupping it against your face, planting a quick kiss on his palm.

Vernon

He opens the incoming FaceTime call to a familiar face, but with a new twist – he’s never seen you in your glasses before. “Do you want me to pick something up, I’m at the convenience store right now,” you ask him, looking at the aisles of snacks in front of you. he just watches you as you hold the tiny microphone built into the side of your headphone wire up to your pretty lips. your lips looked even sweeter and more plush contrasted with these frames on your face. “Did you get glasses?” he asks, not answering your question. “Hm? Oh no, I just hardly ever wear them.” “You look good in them,” he says, smirking at you. He looks whipped, you think with a little inward giggle. “Thank youuu,” you smile, ”I’ll get us some ice cream~.”

Dino

Sometimes you stop by the practice room when you know Dino is there very late to bring him a snack or to watch his new choreography. Tonight is the first night that you’ve gone to visit him bare-faced and your glasses on though. You usually get a little more dolled up, but you fell behind on all of the tasks you had to get done today and didn’t get around to primping. But, it turns out Dino doesn’t care. In fact he stops the choreo he’s in the middle of after catching a glimpse of you in your cute frames from the corner of his eye. “Wah, I like your glasses,” a big smile plastered on his face. He holds his arms out, reaching for you even as he walks across the practice room toward you. You meet and rub noses with your lightly sweaty boyfriend as he takes you lightly by the forearms, leaning toward you as he thanks you for bringing snacks. He can’t help but touch the frames on your face, taking in your more casual look. “How are you so pretty?” He breathes out, and you lightly smack him for being so candid in front of all the other dancers.

[tsu-kitty]

𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝓁𝓸𝒸𝓀𝓮𝓇 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝓮𝓇𝓸 ♡︎ 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝓮𝓮

♡ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 › 1.1k

♡ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 › tsukishima x reader, fem!reader, tall!reader cause she's middle-blocker!reader, reader is a nervous clutz be nice to her it's the law. takes place in tsukishima and reader's second year.

♡ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 › lost in sendai stadium, another player decides to hit on you rather than give directions, and tsukishima comes to your rescue.

♡ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 › part three! the last one! i hope you all enjoyed this short series! <3

You were lost, so very lost. The Sendai City Stadium wasn't exactly big, but you weren't exactly smart. 

Today was the first day of the Interhigh Preliminaries. Your team's first match had been pushed back, so you all decided to watch the boys play to pass the time. Personally, you enjoyed watching volleyball just as much as you enjoyed playing it, so you had no qualms.

On your way in, though, nature called, urging you to the nearest bathroom. The only trouble was, you didn't know how to get to the courts from here, and the boys would be starting soon. 

As you stood in one spot, debating which way to go, a boy with frizzy hair approached you.

“Hey there, pretty lady. You lost?”

“Oh, um, a little,” you admitted. “Would you be able to point me in the direction of the courts?”

The boy smirked. “Why? Here to watch your boyfriend?”

Your ears burned. “No, just my friends.”

“Oh, good. That means you're free to date me.”

“Thank you, but no thank you,” you replied, cringing inwardly.

“Come on, it'll be fun.”

“I'm not interested, sorry.”

“But you're so cute when you say no,” the unknown boy snickered. “It makes me want you more.”

Anxiety churned within you. “Please go away. I'm seriously not interested.”

“Don't say that, sweetness.” He reached his hand towards your waist.

You flinched away before he could touch you, but to your shock and dismay, you hit a hard body. Eyes wide with panic, you spun, ready to make a quick apology then dash for your life.

“Is this guy bothering you, Y/N?” It was Tsukishima Kei. This boy… you seemed to always be—quite literally—running into him. 

A tsunami of relief washed over you. His timing couldn't be more perfect. 

“Yes,” you breathed. You met Tsukishima's gaze, hoping your expression conveyed your desperate situation to him. “Yes, he is bothering me.”

Behind his glasses, Tsukishima's eyes flicked between yours, reading the silent panic in them. He broke the eye contact to cast a disdainful look over the unknown boy.

“You hear that, pipsqueak?” Tsukishima said, tilting his head to the right. “You're bothering her. So, piss off.”

You couldn't help but smile at the insult Tsukishima threw at the other boy. He wasn't really that short, about average height maybe, but Tsukishima was easily a head taller than him.

“Pipsqueak?” spat the boy. “Who the hell are you calling pipsqueak?”

Tsukishima rolled his eyes. “You, obviously.” Then he smirked and your heart skipped a beat. “You're not very bright, are you?”

The other boy's face turned tomato red. “You little shit.”

“How intelligent,” Tsukishima deadpanned, turning away. “Come on, Y/N. Let's get out of here.”

He started walking and you tried to follow, but a hand on your wrist stopped you.

“Wait up, sweetness—”

In one long step, Tsukishima was back at your side, ripping the stranger's hand off you. “How thick is your skull? You're bothering her. We’re leaving.”

The glare on Tsukishima's face sent a shiver down your spine. Placing a gentle hand at the small of your back, he made sure you were a step in front of him as he guided you away. The warmth from his touch radiated throughout your body. For a boy with such a cold personality, he was surprisingly warm.

“Thank you, Tsukishima,” you said quietly as the two of you walked.

“You need to work on rejecting people,” was his curt reply.

You almost snorted. “That sounds awful.”

Tsukishima scoffed. “Not as awful as watching you get hit on.”

For the second time today, your heart skipped a beat. What did that mean? Awful as in pitiful? Awful as in gross? Why would it be awful? What about seeing you get hit on was awful?

“Tsukishima,” you said, digging your feet into the ground and facing him. 

He stopped and gave you a confused look.

“What do you mean when you say that?” you asked, determined to get an answer. The feelings you felt for Tsukishima had been fluttering inside you for a little over six months at this point and they were begging to be set free.

“What do you mean, what do I mean?” Tsukishima replied.

“You said it’s awful to watch me get hit on,” you said, fists balling at your sides to hinder the jittering. “Why?”

Sighing, Tsukishima hung his hands in his pockets. His eyes flitted around the hall as he thought. “I don’t know. It’s just pitiful, I guess, to see them try so hard when you’re clearly out of their league.”

His words sparked hope in your heart and courage in your mind. Those words meant something, and you weren’t going to let them go. “Are you in my league, Tsukishima?”

He snorted, the shadow of a cocky smile on his lips. “I don’t know. That’s up to you.”

“You are!” The words came out in such a rush that it shocked both you and Tsukishima. 

His shocked expression faded as his brow furrowed, becoming somewhat suspicious and inquisitive. “You think so, huh?”

Your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest. You nodded sheepishly. “Yes.”

The cocky smirk returned, subtle and mischievous as Tsukishima stepped closer to you. “So, say I was to ask you out…” His head titled to the side. “It wouldn’t be pitiful?”

The space between the two of you was miniscule, creating a vacuum that sucked the air out of your lungs. “Not at all.”

Angling his face down towards yours, eyes flicking between your lips and your eyes to measure your reaction, Tsukishima said in a soft, low voice, “Well then. I might just have to do something about that.”

“Tsuki!” a familiar male voice shouted. 

Freezing, Tsukishima sighed, his eyes scrunching closed in frustration. “Yes, Yamaguchi?”

“The game before us is done,” said the green-haired boy standing behind Tsukishima. “It’s time to warm up!”

“Okay, I’ll be there in a second,” Tsukishima said over his shoulder.

“Be quick!” Yamaguchi ran off with a wave.

Tsukishima turned back to you. “I have to go.”

“Yeah, of course,” you replied. The interruption from Yamaguchi had allowed your heart to find it’s regular rhythm.

Tsukishima straightened, clearing his throat with a semi-awkward cough. “Can we finish this after the game?” he asked.

A light blush was forming on his cheeks. The sight of it made you smile and boosted your ego just enough for you to say, “Only if you win.”

“Oh, I see,” Tsukishima said, rolling his eyes. “Well, then the same goes for you.”

“Okay, deal,” you giggled.

And for the first time in a year and a half of knowing Tsukishima, he smiled—a real, genuine smile. And it was just for you.

[just-zy]

Lost a letter (II)

pairing: Wednesday Addams x Fem Reader!

summary: You have a hard time trying to swoon Wednesday, but having her roommate be your friend? It doesn't always end well.. Maybe..

A/N: this took longer than I anticipated.. sorry 😞

Warnings!: cursing, I don't know, my writing, lemme know if I have a bunch that needs to be put on warning!

part 1 || Masterlist

I woke up earlier than usual, the nerves got to me. I had this moronic dream where I literally slipped to my face and Wednesday freaking Addams saw the whole thing, which certainly had me wide awake at what, 4AM. Great. I knew I couldn't go back to sleep considering the anxiety radiating off of me.

I feverishly walked to my desk, turning my light night on. I expected my desk to be scattered with papers and whatnot, not an ounce of cleanliness recalling the night before. Rubbing my eyes while my left hand caresses the desk in front of me, I grumbled thinking about why I didn't feel anything that was on my desk, until my fingers lightly bumped on a paper.

Uncovering my eyes, I took the time staring at the singular parchment on my table that was staring right back at me.

Did Enid send this off while I was asleep? Did she clean my desk as well?

Thinking nothing of it, although it looked odd with its aura that was spitting at me, I still took my time opening it vigorously.

„

In the library tomorrow 8pm sharp, if you want that letter back.

„

Someone had my freaking letter. I was fuming, I glanced around trying to find a clue if they had left anything else behind— Why the fuck was my window open.

★

"Enid I swear, you have to come with me!", Begging and insisting wasn't really my thing, that letter anxiously kept me up this morning. She was hesitant at first, but then looked so sure that she wasn't going anywhere with me. "Y/N. I won't be going because I have a project that I have to finish with Yoko, now go before that letter gets to Wednesday!" She then urges me to scurry away.

I huffed as I knew I had no other choice than to oblige, I grumbled and whined how unfortunate I was being.

Making my way to the library felt like an eternity, dragging my feet on the concrete wasn't really the brightest idea, but I couldn't help it. Thinking about all the horrible possibilities once I'm in that library.

What if Wednesday is already there waiting for me?

Peaking through the door as I took slow and cautious steps inside, you never know, people tend to come here to make out..

I made my way to a nearby table, and I noticed a folded paper.. Holy shit that's my letter!

"Hello, Y/N."

Oh no.

At a fleeting moment, I took a hold of the letter and stuffed it in my coat. "W- Wednesday! Hey.." I spun around, completely sulking about the situation I was in, I still can't comprehend how my letter got here.

"..Well? Don't you have something to give me?"

"I– what? Pardon?"

She sighs and crosses her arms, lightly tilting her head to her left. "You sent me a note, a note that says to meet you here. At this specific time. To hand me something?" Her brows creased, as if she was inspecting me. I coughed and started making excuses, "Are you sure it was me? It could've been anyone–"

"You're the only one here. Now hand it over, I don't have all night." I backed away as she began taking a step forward, closer to me.

My fingertips shook as it made contact with the crumpled paper in my pocket. What would she think of me once she read this letter? Would she stop giving me those nods when we pass each other through the corridors? Would she stop being my seatmate? Would she still be able to give me her undivided attention?

I took out the letter, straightening and smoothening the creases I unintentionally made.

"Here– I'll be leaving now if you don't mi—" Before I could've finished my sentence or even get passed the door, she took a hold of my wrist, her other hand busying itself to fold open my letter.

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“

Wednesday Addams,

In the quiet corners of my heart, you found a blank canvas, untouched, waiting for your touch, for your ink to dance across its surface.

With each glance, a line was drawn, with each word, a shade deepened, you traced your essence onto my soul, transforming the emptiness into art.

In the soft light of dawn, I feel the permanence of your mark, etched into the depths of my being, a testament to the bond we share.

In the quiet of night, you dip your pen into the inkwell of my soul, each stroke, deliberate and tender, traces the contours of my unspoken truths.

Not merely a signature, but a symphony of lines and curves, your presence has become the ink that writes my story.

In the stillness of the night, you arrived, a whisper on the wind, a brush dipped in starlight, ready to ink my soul with your essence.

”

Her eyes scanned through the words that etched on the parchment, the longer I stuck still, the longer her hand grips onto my wrist, it didn't hurt me, it might've reassured me at some point, but not the nagging in the back of my head.

After she was finished, she folded the paper back to its form, placing it on the wooden table, her grip on my wrist loosened as she examined my face. The softness of her gaze made my knees buckle, such action showed how hopeless I was when I'm around the girl.

The only thing that brought me back to reality was her touch, her touch alone can send me into orbits of galaxies, even without her realising. How her thumb caressed my wet cheeks. I hadn't known I'd been crying.

The taste of her burgundy lipstick, and the warmth of her lips. I truly felt like I was front to front with Satan's door, ready to let him take my sins and my wrong doings. The way I quietly sobbed onto her lips as she held me with such care and gentleness.

Maybe this was the nagging feeling that kept me up, the ink to my soul.

______+______

E: what happened! Tell me everything!

T: *typing everything through Wednesday's typewriter*

A/N: okay so I don't take full credit of the free versed poems... I had a.i help me with a few, I hope you all liked it!!

[luvyeni]

genre smut 𖹭 warning pairing — idol!leeknow x fem reader | back to library .

request: can i request a story where the reader went to visit Lee know while stray kids is on tour because you miss him so much and when you go backstage to surprise him he engulfs you in the biggest hug but every time you try to kiss him he pulls away because he knows if he does he won’t stop and when they finally return to his hotel room you finally touches you ...

Call it codependency; but you missed your boyfriend, it was almost painful waking up with him not by your side, his space normally occupied by the cats; but it wasn't enough , you needed to visibly see him— physically feel him.

So the moment you got time off from work , you were booking the first flight out to surprise your boyfriend on tour, getting in contact with chan so that he could help you with the surprise, arranging a car to pick you up and drop off at the hotel they were staying at.

The staff gave you a key to your boyfriend's room, so that you could get ready for the show. you put on his favorite skirt on you, with his favorite top— you'd ordered a fan made headband with his name , putting it on as you made your way out of the hotel, ready to see your man again.

the show started , and the lights went low as the music started. your immediately went on your boyfriend's and stayed on the entire show, his voice , the way he danced; the way his hips fluidly moved to the beat, it made you think about all the times he had you under him , his hips moving identically to how he was on stage, his cock deep inside you — you couldn't help but get turned on, could the show end faster?

Soon the show was coming to an end , a staff came out and got you , escorting you to the back where you would see your boyfriend; touch him, kiss him for the first time in a very long time.

the heat in your stomach warmed your insides as you stood in their dressing room, waiting for him; you could hear the adrenaline filled boys coming down the hallway through the door , screaming mostly from changbin as they got closer to the door. “lee know you go first.” you heard chan's voice.

The door handle rattling; getting ready, standing up. “why the hell do i need to go first?” you rolled your eyes, your boyfriend just likes to argue sometimes. “to see if there's any crazy fans in there.” you smiled. “seems like a chan— open the damn door minho.” The door finally opened , and there he was in all his glory. “baby?”

He thought he was seeing stuff; but it was really you— in his favorite outfit nonetheless. “oh my god, baby.” he ran up to you engulfing you into a big hug. “When did you get here, oh my god.” you laughed as his arms tightened around your waist. “fuck you look good.” he said, everyone out of earshot. “I missed you so much , I needed to see you.”

you tried to go in for a kiss but he dodged it , his grip on your waist tighten. “not here baby.” you pouted. “why can't I kiss you?” He bumped his nose against yours. “because I'm afraid I'll take you right here on this floor , all these people in here damned.” his voice low. “now can you be a good girl and wait until we get back to my room?” you nodded. “good girl.”

and wait you did; it was hard , but you both finally made it back to his room; and the minute his door was closed he was all on you, his lips crashing into yours. “fuck baby I missed you so much.” he moaned , kissing your neck , biting down making you moan out in pleasure. “fuck you want everything to hear how much of a whore you are for me kitten?” wasting no time, pulling your panties down , getting rid of his pants and his underwear.

spreading your legs open, getting in between them. “Look at how wet you are.” he ran his cock head up and down your slit. “you missed me that much?” he smirked , before pushing his cock inside you. you moaned out in pleasure as he bottomed out. “mi-minho , deeper please.” you moaned. “deeper?” he moaned. “fu-fuck kitten , your sweet pussy is sucking me in.” He cursed. “Missed this pussy so much, I felt like I was going crazy without it.” he was just as a mess as you are. “fuck you're so tight.”

he pulled out of you; you desperately whined due to the loss , laying back. “fuck get on top of me baby, I want you to ride my fat cock baby.” you shakenly straddled him , sinking down him , his cock stretching you out. “fuck kitten.” he cursed. “Now bounce on my cock.”

you moved up and down , holding yourself up by his chest. “fuck that's it kitten , bounce on it, fuck I missed you so much.” he moaned. “fuck minho I'm gonna cum.” you moaned , his hands coming down to where your bodies met , rubbing your clit. “cum for me baby.” you gasped out , legs locking as you came, he took a hold of your waist , fucking up into you until he came. “sh-shit baby.”

he flipped you back over , sliding right back into your warm cunt. “fuck minho!” he groaned.

“fuck kitten I'm not done, been away from this pussy for so long , this whole floor is gonna know how much I missed her.”

©️MAZEOFYENI

[lifblogs]

A New Home

Week 3

@summer-of-bad-batch

Prompt: “It’s just a scratch.”

Rating: General Audiences

Word Count: 871

Summary: Omega wakes to find Hunter taking care of an injury. Things get overwhelming.

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Omega gasped when she saw Hunter wrapping his forearm with a bandage, blood seeping through.

That was blood, right? It had to be. The lights in the Marauder were turned low for their sleep cycle, but she thought perhaps she saw maroon.

Hunter turned, wincing slightly as he put a hand over his arm.

“I—I’m sorry,” Omega said, stiffening, feeling like she’d been caught spying. “I… got thirsty.”

She watched Hunter’s hand held over the bandage as if it kept some secret hidden from her.

Oh gosh. Oh no.

“Are you okay?” she asked, rushing up to him. She had her shaking hands up, not quite sure what to do.

Omega had seen blood before, of course, but this was different. That had been on Kamino, in that pristine, controlled environment, medical droids hovering in every hall.

She wasn’t on Kamino anymore, and that was blood.

“It’s just a scratch,” Hunter explained, putting a hand on her shoulder.

She jumped at the contact, eyes so glued to his wounded arm that she hadn’t taken in his movement. Hunter immediately pulled back, and Omega reached for his hand.

“When did this happen?” Omega asked. “I don’t remember seeing you get hurt.”

She gulped.

Oh stars, I could get hurt. They could get hurt in any number of unforeseen ways.

For a moment Omega missed Kamino. She wanted to be curled up in her bunk, hiding.

“That last trooper—he nicked me with my vibroblade.”

“How bad? What if it gets infected? You’re still bleeding?”

Hunter crouched down in front of her.

“What’s all this about?”

Omega was surprised to find her vision blurring with unshed tears.

“Hey, it’s okay. Come sit down.”

Hunter helped her into one of the chairs in the cockpit, the raining night dark through the viewports.

“I’m gonna be just fine,” he told her.

She wiped at her face, and almost hid it, not used to being vulnerable around someone.

“Things just got so real for me.”

“Thinking about Kamino, about why we left?”

Omega nodded, and she appreciated that he didn’t call that home. She wished it could be that for her sometimes still. She missed the familiarity of it, even though each new thing, each bit of freedom, of expression, was something she cherished and sought for.

“It’s okay to miss it,” he told her.

“But what do we do if one of us gets hurt?” she asked. “And I mean really, badly hurt. We don’t have resources, we’re on the run.”

“We always figure it out.” Hunter seemed thoughtful as he went on, “I know that doesn’t seem to fix it, does it?”

“Mm-mm.”

When he put a hand on her shoulder this time she lifted her head a little higher, shame from crying washing away in a wave of warmth.

“Can I admit something?”

“What?”

“I’m scared too.”

Omega laughed, and then covered her mouth, surprised at the sound.

“You?”

“Me.”

“That’s ridiculous. You’re brave, and smart.”

“Do you think bravery comes from a lack of fear?”

Hmm…

Omega shook her head.

“Being brave is about doing it scared. And I am scared, not of this scratch—”

Omega rolled her eyes at his downplay of this.

“—but your safety. And theirs.” He tilted his head abaft, to where the others slept. “As their leader it’s my job to think of every scenario, and sometimes those scenarios are going to be scary to face, but that’s why we train and plan. It’s why we all look out for each other, why we look out for you.”

“Being a leader sounds hard,” Omega admitted.

Hunter gave her a small smile. “It can be.”

The ship hummed around them, rain pattering on durasteel and transparisteel.

“Hunter?”

“Mm?”

“Will we… be okay?”

“As long as we have each other, we will be.”

“Then what about Crosshair?”

Hunter drew himself up short.

“He’s our brother,” she added.

“I know he is. I know. But things are complicated, and I realize it all happened so fast. Maybe we didn’t make enough right decisions, or maybe we did. I’m not even sure we fully understand what happened.”

Omega hugged her knees to her chest.

“I hope he’ll be okay.”

“Me too.”

Omega wiped dried tears from her eyes, eyes that suddenly felt so tired.

Hunter stood. “Here, let’s get you some water and get you back in bed with Lula.”

He offered his hand to her, and she took it, leaning in against his side. She realized he’d offered her his right hand, the one attached to his injured forearm.

She lightly brushed her fingers against the bandages.

“Does it hurt?” she asked.

“A little. I’ll be okay.”

Hunter got her some water, and was now leaning against the steps to the gunner’s mount.

He ruffled her hair.

“Get some sleep, Omega.”

“Yes, sir,” she got out through a yawn. Hunter chuckled, tucking her in with Lula.

“Everything will be less frightening come morning. I promise.”

“It’s already less frightening. Thank you.”

Omega settled in, closing her eyes, and Hunter let her curtain fall, giving her some privacy. The rain lulled her to sleep. It wasn’t the rain on Kamino. It was something better. A new rain, a new… home.

[koiiiiijiii]

PRESENT

my favourite russian songs + lookism boys (pt.3)

ПОДАРОК (by akyuliych & МP) = Seo Seongeun

tw ; a little suggestive, reader mischievous, slight body description, added song in the end

00:00 - 00:30

i walk into the party. "what the fuck?" the DJ is a total jerk you're dancing alone, and 'm pouring a colorful cocktail into my cup. you're mine tonight let's untie my bow! i'm your present i'm dancing alone, i don't need you i need the keys to your car i'm dancing alone, i don't need you i need the keys to your apartment

Goo knew that it will be hard to catch you, after all you learned a lot from him and Gun, not even taking into account that you have ears and eyes all over the city. to be honest, Goo himself didn’t understand at what moment you managed to build such a huge informant system, literally making yourself a monopolist in this area - not a single sneeze in this city took place without your knowledge, so Goo knew how useful it would be to make you his secret friend in the fight against Charles Choi. however, he also knew that you wouldn't let anyone who works or worked with Charles get within a kilometer of you, and besides, after his last prank on you… his and Gun’s past actions only added fuel to the fire. he knew that there was simply no point in looking for you himself - he remembered how Gun tried to chase you when they were still working together for Charles and he wanted to bring you back to headquarters.

but it was over before it started. after all, you had eyes and ears everywhere, so you disappeared from any place even before Gun got even a few kilometers there, leaving behind only a few hints that you had once been in one place or another…

that's why Goo had few options to contact you and try to bring you to his office for a conversation. at the moment, he knew about your location for tonight (he spent quite huge amount of money so you wouldn't know about that small incident. just don’t tell him that all your girls are always loyal to you. of course you knew what Goo did.), but he was still puzzling over who should be assigned this case? Logan? no, this mattress is too slow and rude, absolutely not the one who is needed for negotiations. Taejin? another gremlin who has...troubles in communicating with women, as far as Goo could tell, especially after that incident in Chongliang. he couldn't go himself, because he knew that you wouldn't listen to him, so the last and only right option was Samuel! handsome, courteous when needed, and the girls are delighted with him always!! God, Goo was so grateful that among the barbarians he hired in the person of Taejin and Logan, he had a ray of hope in the form of Samuel.

Goo gave pretty clear instructions (read - brief concepts about what you look like, where and at what time he can catch you) and to be honest, Samuel didn’t think it would take much time - he just needed to catch some girl in another overly expensive club and drag her to Goo, right? And why, for the gods sake did Joon send him in the first place, couldn’t that ram Logan really cope with all the work? or maybe Taejin? Samuel talked with this overgrown guy a couple of times, he seemed quite suitable for this job - a handsome, stoick face, covered in all sorts of expensive stuff - which is too vulgar if you gonna ask Samuel - all in branded clothes and even a couple of scars on his arms and body, Samuel heard girls like that. so why the hell was he now sitting in his car, waiting for the green traffic light, to take the last turn on the way to the club.

the club pulsed with life, a kaleidoscope of lights and sound. music was loud, the bass reverberating through the walls and into the very bones of everyone present. bright soffits cast dramatic beams of light across the room, while disco balls and neon lights spun and flashed, creating a dazzling display of color and movement. the beats were relentless, a steady rhythm that set the pace for the night, making it impossible to stand still. everywhere people were moving to the music, their elegant outfits shimmering under the ever-changing lights. there was an intoxicating blend of laughter and conversation, a hum of joy that added to the vibrant energy of the place. on the dance floor, bodies moved in sync, rubbing against each other in the heat of the dance. faces were flushed, eyes bright with euphoria and the liberating atmosphere of the club. the air was thick with the mingled scents of perfume, cologne, and the faint, sweet tang of alcohol. groups of friends huddled together, their voices rising in excitement over the music, while others danced with abandon, lost in the music and the moment. there was a sense of freedom, a collective shedding of the day's worries and an embrace of the night's possibilities. in this space, everyone was united by the rhythm, the lights, and the shared desire to lose themselves in the celebration. it was a world unto itself, where problems melted away and the only thing that mattered was the here and now.

00:30 - 01:15 you only need my car and a penthouse (pam-pam) — house music is playing. i'm smiling at you and we're hanging out in Moscow Seoul on your birthday and it's a shame I'm not on your wishlist you have friends (bitches), spreading rumors about me you're like ANIKV, and i'm SALUKI, i want to wear matching looks and i blend in with the crowd, watching you i'm already drunk on you, and i i walk into the party. "what the fuck?" the DJ is a total jerk you're dancing alone, and i'm pouring (eh) a colorful cocktail into my cup. you're mine tonight let's untie my bow! i'm your present

however, as the head of the third branch, Samuel didn't find anything new here. the picture of a good, expensive club was all too familiar to him. now, he just had to find the reason he came here tonight - you. making his way to the bar through the throngs of people, he periodically looked around, trying to catch a glimpse of you on the dance floor or perhaps in the VIP area or maybe - *collision*

he felt someone’s back crash into his chest. instantly, he turned his gaze to the cause of the collision, ready to tear apart the drunken idiot who had dared to bump into him. but luck was on his side - the fish had caught itself in the net.

a pair of eyes stared up at Samuel, almost level with his own. he was surprised; it was rare for him to meet a girls who didn’t have to look up at him. that fox, Kim Joon Goo, hadn’t mentioned that you would be so tall and so… cute. the light touch of your fingers on his wrist, right where his watch was, accompanied by a sweet, apologetic smile. "oh i'm sorry! i wasn't looking where i was going," - you said, raising your voice slightly to be heard over the loud music as you turned to face him. it was you - the girl Goo Kim had assigned him to bring to his office. Samuel remembered Goo's instructions to be careful with you; you could slip away at any moment. he needed a plan.

Samuel put on his sweetest smile. "it's nothing…" - he paused, waiting to hear your name.

"Y/N," you supplied with a smile at his attempt to flirt. without warning, you grabbed his large hand and pulled him deeper onto the dance floor. the music changed, the beat becoming more intense, the lights flashing in a mesmerizing pattern. Samuel was taken aback. he liked girls who knew what they wanted, but something about your genuine smile, your slender fingers wrapped around his larger palm, the way the lights played on your figure, and that gorgeous dress you wore tonight made him follow you.

you danced with him, touching him, directing his hands on your body as the beat pulsed through the floor. you rubbed against him, your movements fluid and confident. Samuel didn't forget his task - to take you to Goo - but your company was so warm, so pleasant, so intoxicating.

he let his hands rest on your waist, sliding higher, rubbing your belly and ribs, as you turned your back to him. you threw your hands up, grabbing the back of his neck and placing your head on his shoulder, giving him perfect access to the crook of your neck. in that moment, Samuel overwhelmed by the allure of you. time seemed to lose meaning as the music shifted again, this time to a slower, more sensual rhythm. Samuel found himself lost in your presence, the genuine laughter you shared, the flirtatious lines you threw at him, the way your eyes sparkled with mischief and delight. His task felt like a distant memory as he became more intoxicated with every passing second.

"you're quite the dancer," - you whispered, your breath warm against his ear.

"you're quite the charmer," - he replied, his voice low and filled with a mix of admiration and something deeper. you smiled, a playful glint in your eye. "maybe i'm just trying to distract you."

"maybe it's working," - he admitted, his hands tightening slightly on your waist. you turned in his arms, facing him once more. your fingers traced a path up his chest, stopping at his collar. "tell me, Samuel, are you always this serious?"

he chuckled, a genuine smile spreading across his face. "only when i'm not having fun."

"well then," - you said, leaning closer, - "let's make sure you have plenty of fun tonight." your neat hands sank lower, somewhere to the level of the pockets of his trousers, leaving a light, fleeting touch on his hips.

Samuel's heart raced as he looked into your eyes, feeling a connection he hadn't anticipated. He knew he had to take you to Goo, but for now, he allowed himself to get lost in the moment, the music, and the warmth of your company. as you continued to dance, the world outside the club faded away, leaving just the two of you in a bubble of shared smiles and electrifying touches.

the night passed on while you and Samuel danced, drank, laughed, and danced again, not paying attention to the people and music around. It seemed to him that tonight his hands explored almost your entire body, at least as far as the situation allowed, but you didn’t lag behind him. your deft fingers touched him here and there, making Samuel almost purr with pleasure when your claws touched his neck, gently stroking. as the night wore on, you leaned close to his ear, your breath warm against his skin. "i need to use the restroom. be right back," - you said, flashing a playful smile before disappearing into the crowd. Samuel watched you go, a smile tugging at his lips. he felt a strange mix of exhilaration and satisfaction from the evening. after a while, he glanced at his wrist to check the time. shit. his watch was missing. a sinking feeling hit him, and he quickly patted his pockets - phone, car keys, wallet, and apartment keys - all gone.

01:16 - 01:59 i'm dancing alone, i don't need you i need the keys to your car i'm dancing alone, i don't need you i need the keys to your apartment i turn on autopilot, they pour Moët like in business class, and i'm already carried away and warmth spreads through my body, but not from you is— is— is that gin and tonic? i want a new iPhone and an apartment in the center, a BMW with tinted windows boy, jump over to the table! i have a question for you can you do it for me? give me another zero (on my account)

"that little - " - he growled under his breath, anger bubbling up. you had fooled him. the girl he had been sent to retrieve had not only slipped away but had taken everything he had. desperately and annoyed he approached a random guy leaning against the bar. "hey, can i borrow your phone? an emergency." - the guy looked skeptical but handed over the phone. Samuel quickly dialed Taejin's number.

"Taejin, it's Samuel. i need you to pick me up from the club. now."

he walked out of the club, lighting a cigarette, his hands shaking with fury. the smoke curled around him as he remembered his conversation with Goo before the assignment. Goo had warned him about you, your mischievous personality, and how easily you could slip away.

"she's a slippery one," Goo had said, his eyes narrowed and he looked at Samuel. it was rarely when Goo talked serious "don't relax or let yourself to ease your attention, Samuel."

but he had let his guard down, and now he was paying for it. his frustration grew as he replayed the night's events in his mind, cursing himself for being so easily deceived.

twenty minutes later, Taejin pulled up outside the club, and Samuel slid into the passenger seat, seething with anger. his jaw was clenched, and his fists were tight as he tried to control his frustration.

"what happened?" Taejin asked, raising an eyebrow as he glanced over at Samuel.

"little bitch took everything - my phone, keys, wallet even watches. everything," Samuel muttered. "we were supposed to bring her to Goo, but now she's gone."

"great," - Taejin sighed. "this is just what we needed. what are we going to tell Goo?"

"i don't know," Samuel snapped. "i'll think of something."

as they drove to Taejin's apartment, Samuel's mind raced. he was furious with himself and worried about the repercussions. Goo was a man he deeply respected, man who actually acknowledged and accepted him and the thought of disappointing him was almost unbearable. When they finally arrived at Taejin's apartment, the two men wearily headed to separate rooms. the night had taken its toll, and they quickly fell asleep, though Samuel's sleep was fitful, plagued by thoughts of what awaited him in the morning.

01:59 - 2:22

i walk into the party. "what the fuck?" the DJ is a total jerk you're dancing alone… (i'm dancing alone) i'm dancing alone, i don't need you i need the keys to your car i'm dancing alone, i don't need you i need the keys to your apartment

the next morning, they arrived at Goo's office, dreading the conversation that awaited them. Samuel's stomach churned with anxiety. He knew Goo expected results, and he had none to show. to their shock, they found you sitting in the office, bathed in sunlight streaming through the window. your sweet, apologetic smile was aimed at Samuel, and you lightly waved, whispering "sorry" with your lips. Samuel was stunned, his anger momentarily forgotten as he took in the surreal scene. Goo waved them off with a smile.

"thank you for your work, Samuel," - Goo smiled. "you and Taejin can leave now. we have some more things to discuss."

stunned, Samuel and Taejin left the office, confusion etched on their faces. Samuel's heart pounded in his chest, a mix of relief and residual anger coursing through him. moments later, you emerged, a mischievous grin spreading across your face. "thanks for the night," - you said, a hint of laughter in your voice. Samuel's mind flashed back to the previous evening. "you played me," Samuel said, half in admiration and half in frustration.

you leaned in closer, your lips almost brushing his ear. "maybe. but it was fun, wasn't it?" - you then pulled back, your expression turning sincere. "i'm really sorry, Samuel. i had to do it. but thank you for the night. i really meant each word yesterday... it was amazing." - you handed Samuel his belongings back, your eyes sparkling with amusement.

with a final wink and the most genuine smile, you turned and walked away, leaving Samuel standing there, his emotions a whirlwind of anger, admiration, and something else he couldn't quite place. he watched you go, a strange mixture of respect and irritation battling within him. the night had been wild, but the aftermath was even more bewildering.

*bonus*

as soon as the door slammed behind you, Samuel’s gaze lingered on his things, which you placed directly in his huge hand. opening his wallet he found a polaroid photo of the two of you from the club - his nose buried in the crook of your neck, his hands on your hips, guiding your movements to the beat of the music while your fingers were buried deep in his hair. at the bottom was the signature "sorry again hehe. xxx-xxx-xxx - conciliatory dinner from me.”

Samuel just chuckled, wondering who managed to take a photo of you and how this photo ended up in your possession, closing your wallet. Goo’s palm lay on his shoulder and a chill ran down his spine when he hissed in his ear, “don’t think that i will believe the stories that she didn’t run away from you yesterday. you’re lucky that she came today herself, saying that you were convincing." Goo’s voice oozed venom, although he had the most playful smile on his face, and the grip on his shoulder was already beginning to feel painful.

[muscle-red]

𓂃꒰ GENERAL’S ORDERS ꒱𓂃

* Warnings: amab body, Fae reader, Reader is referred to with I/You, etc, Yuu is a separate person, Reader kinda an OC, unprotected sex, degradation, overstimulation, a long plot, Lilia’s a Top, slow burn, Spoilers if You haven’t read book 7.

* Word count: 1009

A/N: This is probably gonna be a story. This has been in my head for some time. The smut won’t be in this one but I’ll make more parts!

┆ Lilia Vanrouge/ General Vanrouge x Male Reader ┆Part 1

+18 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Being In the middle of the woods should’ve been a red flag as soon as you opened your eyes Cause One second, You were At NRC then the next You were at a random forest being aimed at with weapons. I mean at least you were with People.

You glanced at the group surrounding you and the people with you. Yeahhh the odds weren’t looking so well.

Silver. The boy You never really interacted with. He was sorta Hard to talk to. His face gave off the impression that he didn’t want to be disturbed. He look quite Approachable when sleeping but why would You wake up a sleeping person? You noticed he did it a lot and I mean A Lot. Maybe he had narcolepsy? You never thought much of it. I mean why would you, You never talk to the boy so it isn’t any of your business.

You then glanced at the other green haired male within your group.

Sebek.

What a loud mouth he was. You often catch him yelling in the hallways and seemingly having a strong harden expression on his face whenever he made eye contact with everyone in class. He was a first year so you guys had most of your classes together while the other silver haired boy was a second year. They were both in your dorm last time you checked. You would think being in the same dorm would mean you guys knew each other really well but in this case? not really.

Then finally Your eyes met the other Person in your group. Yuu. A magic less student that seemingly appeared out of thin air. No home, no family. You kinda felt bad for them. Imagine having nothing and being in a mysterious place with No Knowledge of anything. Now that was a total nightmare. They were a first year as well as you interacted with them on some occasions so you were familiar with their Situation and Arrangements. They were nice from what you can tell but the other 2 were a mystery.

You then Took your eyes off the random group that seemed to have roped you in some kinda crazy situation and finally looked at the people with masks and weapons that were obviously wanting you guys dead. They all wore different masks with seemingly different animals.

One stood up and Made way to your group. They were on the shorter side and had long black locks with red highlights. How pretty. You always liked the color red.

You couldn’t see their eyes nor face but you can tell they were studying your group’s movements.

“ HUMANS!-“ Another in a mask screeched.

He was taller than the one studying you and had a mask related to a fox due to the Snout on his mask. His sword was raised as if ready to strike us any moment where we stood however before he could, The shorter one raised his hand and turned away from our group to stare the other one down, well he tried to.

“ You fools… Take a closer look at the energy around them. They have been blessed by our people. They are not the enemy.”

His voice was deep and familiar.

“Blessed…? Who are you…?”

“However, they still raise suspicion.” He ignored Silver’s question and turned away from his comrade. He had quite a big sword compared to his small body and it Was a beautiful shade of green.

Sebek’s eye’s widen when his eyes made contact with it.

“A magical lithic…!?”

“Quiet, Human. You are not to speak.” The Black haired masked figure Said, once again shutting down Whatever we had to say.

The rest of the group with them looked down upon us and started Yelling out questions expecting us to explain every single one.

“Who are you children? Answer me.”

“Speak now if you do not wish to get hurt.”

Yuu’s cat, Grim, which you now noticed was here Started struggling and proceeded to yell out about not wanting to be eaten and you couldn’t agree more.

“W-we mean no harm. We are just students from a magic school!”

Sebek was able to Stammer out and you couldn’t be more grateful. Your voice just seemed to disappear and couldn’t say anything so for once, you were grateful for Sebek’s voice.

“We’re from Night Raven College, We have our IDs with us if you’d like to check!”

Great thinking yuu!

“Night Raven College, you say…?”

“Yes, from the Sage’s Island…”

“I’ve already said I’m not interested in a school founded by humans!, You wish to “teach” me magic when all your lot can do are childish tricks? Sending in lackeys as if the letters weren’t enough. How absurd. You really think you have anything you can teach me? Don’t look down on me, brats.”

“Ehh??? We never said anything! Where is this coming from!? “

Oh god, why did you have to say that. You couldn’t help but Facepalm in your head. Great thinking *Reader*.

“N-No, we’re-”

“I’ve got my hands full dealing with those pesky Silver Owls. I don’t have time to play your silly games.” He cut silver off once again and glared as if ready to just let his comrades kill us and move on.

“I’ll let you off just this once. Get out of here, humans.”

And with that, you guys took the opportunity to Run quite a distance away and blow off the Air that you guys so badly needed. It felt intoxicating being near strangers especially ones threatening you with weapons.

[daydreamdoodles]

today I learned that avoiding eye contact can be an anxiety trait and suddenly, my behavior when in a new class makes more sense

[snapbackslide]

WHAT HAPPENED OMG how was it!!

it was a really good date, we spent 4 hours (!!!!) together just like, walking downtown and we got drinks which he paid for mine, said it was his bday gift for me 🥲 and talked a lot about everything, hockey especially, families, education/career, news, memes, travel, music...

i think he picked up on my hints, when we were walking i kept bumping lightly into him on purpose, and i'd tuck my hair behind my ear and lick my lips lmao. and i let him have a sip of my drink. cause i wanted him to kiss me, and he did, but i got so nervous and messed it up and pulled away 😭 (i buried my face in his chest and held him and i think he chuckled.. he could tell.. then he kissed the top of my head and i died 🪦 i texted him after saying sorry for the bad kiss LOL and he said 'don't apologize i thought the goodbye was very cute' .. omg)

it's just i never liked kissing but i wanted it with him, and he was good his lips were soft gosh, the second it was over i wanted it back.. this is crazy i miss him already 😭

[sparrowposting]

Half of bllb read. Sunshine nap acquired. Birds hanging outside w me if I lay still enough. It doesn't fix it, but it's enough

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[imeminemp3]

oh i got 3 compliments on my nails at social anxiety group tonight🥺🥺

[bunn-iiii]

oooo lovely (/sar), I'm having a hard time reading the captions/titles/words on the TV now

[thesingingrevolution]

i cant even function in that class anymore this is so ridiculous, this is a million times worse because i have never spoken to this man but there is something about him that is making me lose my mind, i have never seen someone who has commanded my attention like this to the point i genuinely cannot focus on anything else, i have been bewitched there is nothing else for me to say i just feel crazy

[heavenbarnes]

anyways, as i was saying about older bf!simon and his willingness to please learn

pt 2 to this

“you ever heard of a nut video with sound on?”

obviously, he hasn’t- far as he’s concerned, if you haven’t told him about it then it doesn’t exist to him.

no skin off your nose, you’d spend the rest of your life teaching him about the ‘latest trends’ if it meant he kept sending those filthy fucking videos to your phone.

(your favourites on tiktok were purely filled with ideas)

he’s holed up in a remote location, killing time till he can be home and actually do something to you rather than send you a bloody video about it.

your instructions come through clear and concise, just how he likes:

“it’s what’s written on the can, si- you can pick the setup but i just want to see you cum and, most importantly, i want to hear it”

you’re lucky simon is such a practical guy and maybe you could thank price one day for making him so good at following orders.

when he’s got his alone time he’s setting his phone up to record on the edge of the window sill, moonlight fighting through the curtain to illuminate him.

he’s lost the bulkiest of his gear, down to his tactical trousers and a compression t-shirt. the images in his tattoo sleeve almost move when the light catches them right.

balaclava on (the one that just shows his eyes above the painted image of a skull) and he’s standing up to undo his belt (that you think looks like an airplane seatbelt).

you can hear his boots against the floorboard as he steps back to give you the full view of him undoing his trousers, taking his sweet time because he knows it drives you fucking batty.

he’s so big that the phone is working overtime to get all of him in the frame but you see exactly what you need to- thick thighs at your eye line and massive hands drawing down his fly.

on (you assume) the other side of the globe, you’re at home in your shared bed and you’re propped up right in the middle with the smell of simon engulfing you as you watch the video play out before you.

(if you’d thought about it you should’ve cast it to the bedroom tv, hoping the neighbours didn’t mind)

simon sits back down with his legs spread wide, one hand gripping his thigh as the other rubs himself over his boxers. his eye contact with the camera was fucking intense, like you’d hoped, just like when he’s on top of you.

he’s dressed in all black and the moonlight is obscured but you can still see him firming up in his pants. his eyes flutter, an infinitesimal amount but you’ve been tuned into his every move since you met him.

your thumb leans hard on the volume up button and you can hear the diegetic sound of the building expanding and that usual technical hum that comes with a video. but at this pitch, you could hear him.

his breathing was chopped, chest expanding visibly as he pulled his cock out into clear view. jeeeeesus christ, it was never something you just got used to.

long, reasonably straight, fucking thick. even his hand struggled to make it look smaller as he wrapped around it, giving one dry tug.

as he closed his palm over the tip, you saw him make a swipe before he brought his hand back down considerably smoother than before. you’d had your hands down his pants enough times, man leaked like a fucking faucet.

simon’s head tipped back as he started to pull himself off, balaclava raising just enough to expose some of his throat. if you were there you would be perched in his lap, letting him do the work but running your tongue under the lip of the fabric.

one of the best things about the videos simon sent was, he didn’t really understand how sexy he was. he didn’t think any of the videos particularly watchable so he’d just send them on first take. if you liked them, you liked them- yours was the only opinion that mattered.

what that meant was, you never got b-roll. everything he sent you was unbridled perfection. captured exactly as it happens with no faffing about.

always whatever you’ve asked for, whenever you ask.

(simon’s nothing if not inexplicably obedient)

he brings his hand under his chin to spit into the wide span of his palm, wrapping back around his cock and tugging. his foreskin moved over the head, rolling back down and thick veins bulging under his grasp.

you’d almost forgotten the conditions of your request, totally fucking enamoured by the sight in front of you when it caught you off guard.

a guttural moan ripped out of simon’s chest as he twisted his wrist.

his free hand moved to cup his balls, big and heavy, he rolled them in his palm as another groan sounded out of him. what you wouldn’t give to be knelt between his thighs with the whole lot in your mouth.

you knew how much of an ask this was, you really had to work him up to making noise when it was just you two in bed. these days? you couldn’t shut the man up when he was balls deep and his face was buried in the crook of your neck.

but this was another step, this was him on his own with his crew just through the walls. he’d be a plain liar if he said there wasn’t that rumbling trepidation in his chest. he’d put it to bed though.

all he had to think of was you, one hand gripping your phone and the other between your thighs as you watched him through with a hazy smile- that kept him going.

with the thought still heavy on his mind, you didn’t have to strain to hear your name drift off his lips. his hips bucked into his hand as he did, speeding up the motion of his strokes.

you were going to black out, his tattoos flexing and his chest expanding with every stuttered breath. simon looked like a god among men and he fucking sounded like one too.

“fuck, sweetheart- you’re so fucking filthy giving me orders like this”

your cheeks were burning, he wasn’t wrong but you weren’t expecting him to call you out quite like this.

“what does that make me? always so fucking eager to do what you say? make a dirty old man, yeah?”

wheeeeeew that’ll do it, your thighs snapped together around your hand as your eyes nearly rolled back in your head. whenever you thought you couldn’t take any more, he was always there to do you one better.

“only for you, pet- you can always get whatever you fucking want from me”

and you knew he was serious, that’s what made it all the more debilitating. simon was unshakeable, you’d seen him go out of his way to defy orders if he didn’t think the person worth his time.

when it came to you? you could tell him to kill and he would.

(he probably had)

simon’s hips were twitching, back arching in a way he’d rather die than have anyone else know about. his mouth was hanging open beneath the balaclava, your name and a string of expletives falling off his tongue.

so quick you nearly missed it, the hand that was cradling his balls moved to grip the fabric of his shirt and push it up his toned front. you couldn’t call his abs cut and defined, there was aged layer to them, but they were undeniably there.

you’d rested your head on them, pressed your palms against them, even ridden them enough times to know they were there. regardless, he looked fucking perfect under the moon glow as he stroked himself hard and long.

eyes locked onto the camera, broken moans on his lips, you saw his hips lift one last time as thick spurts of cum began to paint his stomach and chest.

scars illuminated under the night sky, mirrored by shiny patches of hot cum splattered across the same stretch of skin. the hairs on his chest were matted with sweat and were now being splashed with how far he was shooting.

you could only watch with your mouth hung open as he tugged himself through his orgasm. soon it was only the sound of his laboured breathing, chest rising and falling as he tucked his soft cock back into his pants.

just when you thought that was it, you found one of his hands lifting up the edge of his balaclava till his lips were exposed. two fingers of his other hand swiped up some of his spend before he lay them on his tongue.

knuckles in your mouth, biting down to suppress a scream, simon readjusted his clothes as he stood and took a heavy step towards the camera.

one hand braced on the window sill, the other gently gripping himself through his trousers- his voice was so fucking gravely it could’ve reverberated round your room.

“what’s next sweet’art? you name it, it’s yours”