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going insane

in which: dpr ian said to not go insane, but he and seonghwa made you go insane anyway

pair: dpr ian (christian yu)/afab!reader/park seonghwa

word count: 1.8k

content: smut, nicknames (baby, darling), oral sex, living room sex, praise kink, breeding kink, mommy kink + daddy kink guess who's mommy and guess who's daddy, unprotected sex (remember to wrap up irl!), cum eating, filthy-ish?, completely consensual!

author's note: yes i know i have a lot of other things to get out but... come on you can't expect me to let this go @hwaightme i blame you also if you're uncomfy abt the kinks i'm so sorry but....... listen........ i had to

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You didn’t know how it came to be, but one second, you were sitting at home watching a movie, and the next you were straddled on Christian’s lap, his eyelashes fluttering against your skin as he left soft kisses along your neck.

“Ian…” you breathed out as you felt his hands trace the curve of your waist. “T-the movie…”

“Darling,” he drawled out before moving his head to meet your half-lidded gaze. “What did I tell you?”

“D-daddy… The movie—” you cut yourself off when you felt his hands slip under your shirt and cup your bra, a sharp gasp hitching your voice.

“Don’t worry, darling,” you heard another voice behind you. “Mommy’s got it.”

You didn’t have to look back to know that Seonghwa had entered the living room. The voices from the movie disappeared, and seconds later, Seonghwa arrived by your side. He sat down next to Christian and placed a light hand on your thigh. Seonghwa rubbed your thigh, his fingers getting closer and closer to your crotch with every stroke, making you whimper uncontrollably.

“You should say “thank you, mommy,” after I do something for you,” he purred, his fingers tickling your ear as he brushed your hair back.

“Th-thank you, mommy,” you whispered.

You continued to whine and whimper as you felt Christian’s hands wrap around you, his fingers nimbly unhooking your bra. Seonghwa helped him pull your shirt off, the man under your seat pulling your bra off shortly thereafter. Christian moved down to take your breast into his mouth, his teeth gently coming down on your tit while his hand firmly kneaded your other breast. Seonghwa, meanwhile, proceeded to leave sloppy kisses on the other side of your neck, his fingers rubbing your clothed crotch meticulously.

“M-mommy, d-daddy— I want more,” you begged helplessly as you felt a pool of your arousal slowly soak your panties.

“What do you want daddy to do, darling?” Christian rumbled.

“Fuck me,” you whispered. “Fill me up.”

“And what should mommy do?”

You turned your head and looked at Seonghwa with teary eyes, the thoughts in your head melting with each passing second. Wordlessly, Seonghwa pressed his soft, thick lips against yours, his tongue immediately slipping into your mouth. His tongue sought yours out and tangled with it, his hand unbuttoning your jeans and pushing past your panties.

“Our darling is so needy,” Christian chuckled when he saw Seonghwa pull his fingers out, a trail of your arousal connecting his fingers as he spread them. “Come here, daddy and mommy’ll make you feel better.”

Seonghwa pulled you off Christian’s lap and had you straddle him, your lips still locked in a frenzied tango. Christian stripped completely and laid down on the couch, his hands grabbing your waist and pulling you away from Seonghwa, allowing the other man to also strip. Christian started pushing the waistband of your pants down while Seonghwa finished the job, leaving you completely naked on top of Christian. He turned you around so that your back was pressed against his chest, leaving you up to face the other beautiful man, a soft smile gracing his lips as he eyed you up and down.

“Darling, you look so beautiful all desperate and wanting your mommy and daddy,” Seonghwa murmured.

As Christian rubbed his cock against your soaking cunt, Seonghwa watched and stroked his cock, his lower lip tucked in between his teeth as he imagined all the ways he could wreck you. It was when Christian suddenly shoved his cock into your tight hole did you actually cry, tears slipping out of your eyes as your brain completely wiped clean.

“Does daddy feel that good, baby?” Seonghwa asked as he wiped your tears.

You could only respond with a weak nod. Christian thrust powerfully underneath you, his low grunts making you lose more of your sanity. Seonghwa climbed on top of you and only made your mental state worse when he rubbed his own throbbing cock against your clit, his chest pressing down lightly and rubbing against yours as he rolled his hips into you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when Seonghwa kissed you passionately once more, and when Christian’s cock rubbed within you just right and hit your cervix, you came, your legs shaking uncontrollably as your arousal squirted out of you.

“Fuck, darling, don’t clench so hard,” Christian bit out. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Cum, daddy— Fill me up,” you cried as you reached behind you and ran your fingers through his hair. You held onto his roots and intentionally clenched again while saying, “Stuff me full with your cum.”

Seonghwa moved off you, allowing Christian to slam his hips up into yours, his hot cock spurting long ropes of cum inside you. When Christian pulled out, Seonghwa immediately gathered his cum and stuffed it back inside you while saying, “Good girl, but now you need to take my load.”

Turning you over, you were shoved into Christian’s arms as Seonghwa brought your ass up and quickly shoved his own cock into you. You moaned loudly and collapsed on Christian as your arms gave out, the handsome man beneath you holding you close. Your nipples rubbed against Christian’s chest as Seonghwa’s his gyrated against yours, his burning hot cock making you feel like your insides were going to catch on fire.

“Darling,” Christian whispered in your ear, his tongue leaving a lazy trail from your neck to your ear. “Daddy wants you to suck his dick. Will you do it?”

“A-anything for daddy,” you whispered.

Christian sat up, his back pressing against the arm rest, his cock in hand as he held it before your face. You left the tiniest kiss on the tip before taking his full length into your mouth, immediately gagging as you did so. You quickly took him out of your mouth and gasped for air, your trail of spit still connecting the tip of his cock to your tongue.

You weren’t the only one gasping— when you gagged, you also clenched the walls of your pussy, sending Seonghwa to heaven and hell in an instant. He held your ass tightly and dug his fingers into your soft skin as he proceeded to fill you up, a loud groan leaving his body and echoing in the static living room as his cum mixed with Christian’s.

“Come back, baby,” Christian murmured as he tapped your cheek with his cock. “I still want you to suck me off.”

Nodding, you took Christian into your mouth again, your hands digging into the sofa cushion as you barely held yourself up. Suddenly, one of your hands left the couch, nearly making you buckle. You had to take Christian out of your mouth again to look to the side and see Seonghwa take your hand and forcibly wrap your hand around his twitching cock.

“Who told you to stop?” Seonghwa asked as he guided your hand.

Before you could apologize, Christian ran his fingers through your hair and gripped the back of your head, bringing you down to his cock, forcing you to suck. Christian moved your head as Seonghwa moved your hand, the two men using you like a toy to pleasure themselves.

“You’re doing such a good job for us, baby,” Christian complimented you in a low voice. “Just like that.”

“You’re making us feel so good, darling,” Seonghwa piled on. “You’re such a good girl.”

The praises from both men were turning you on, your pussy quivering with each loving sentence. The tension in your stomach built, and you desperately wanted to release, so you brought your fingers to your clit and traced rapid circles, making the multitasking all the more harder for yourself. You gagged several times on Christian’s size, and you gripped Seonghwa’s cock rather than stroked it as you focused more on yourself, sending the two men into fits of pleasure. Christian shoved your head down as he came hard into your mouth, his cum hitting the back of your throat and making you gag even more before you swallowed. Seonghwa, meanwhile, stroked himself just a bit faster to release his own load on your face and back.

You, however, had yet to cum again. Your frustration was evident, apparently, as Christian and Seonghwa both took note of how desperately you were rubbing your sensitive bud while wiping Seonghwa’s cum from your face and sucking it off your fingers.

“Do you want more, darling?” Christian asked you as Seonghwa subtly moved your hand away from your clit.

“Yes, daddy. Yes, please,” you pathetically begged, the knot in your stomach only getting tighter.

“Okay, daddy’ll make you feel better.”

Christian sank down on the couch again and turned you around so that your pussy was over his face. You were clenching hard to keep his and Seonghwa’s cum inside you, but the second his lips met your folds, you had to let go of the load.

“C’mere,” Seonghwa instructed you as he took a seat on the couch. “Suck.”

Seonghwa’s hand collected your hair and held it back as you began to suck the man off, a shuddering sigh leaving his lungs as you started light and just took him in and out of your mouth. When Christian’s tongue pushed further into your cunt than you expected, your entire body twitched, and you took the entirety of Seonghwa’s length into your mouth.

“What a naughty girl,” he murmured as he brushed your hair out of your face. “Enjoying Ian eating our cum from your pussy, are you? How dirty.”

“M-mommy,” you took him out of your mouth to whine. “Don’t call me naughty or dirty…”

“You want me to call you a good girl?”

You nodded immediately. Seonghwa held your cheeks and forced your mouth open while uttering, “Swallow everything, and I’ll call you a good girl.”

Eager for his praise, you took Seonghwa back into your mouth and sucked earnestly, your hand stroking his cock at the same time. Your blow job got sloppier as you felt Christian’s tongue flick and toy with your clit, his tongue moving rapidly. Seonghwa’s cock muffled your moan as you came all over Christian’s face, his mouth decorated with your arousal fluid and the mixed cum of both the men fucking you.

The vibrations of your throat as you moaned became too much for Seonghwa. His grasp on your hair tightened, and he pushed you down slightly as he came, his cum coating your tongue. His cock still in your mouth, you looked up at him and swallowed loudly to show that you did as he asked.

“Such a good girl,” Seonghwa cooed as he pet your hair. “Right?”

“Yes, our good girl,” Christian agreed as he sat up. His hand found your neck, and he wrapped his fingers around and squeezed lightly as he whispered, “Our precious darling.”

[belovedmusings]

Tell me where we are in a fallen star.

Choso Kamo X You X Suguru Geto

Explicit Themes (🚫Minors DNI🚫)

Part five of the 'Two + One' story. Click for story masterlist.

Guitarist! Choso Kamo is your boyfriend, and now you have to deal with the aftermath of his drunken confession to want to have kids with you. The only thing is, last night you almost hooked up with his bandmate, bassist and frontman, Suguru Geto. Choso doesn't know, and you're not sure that you want him to. You rejected Suguru and he's in the past now...right?

Relevant tags: sexual tension, thoughts of infidelity, characters with loose morals, sweetheart Choso, smooth-operator Suguru, slow burn, no "y/n" for immersion, reader has no defining characteristics for inclusivity, mild grinding and groping, reader referred to as 'girlfriend'

Recommended songs to listen to while reading: Violet Crazy (DPR Ian), Burning Desire (Lana Del Rey), Glory Box (Portishead)

A/N: I got waaay too busy at the end of the year so apologies for the delayed update but we're back!! enjoy! (no smut but lots of spicy thoughts and imagery ahead)

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You don’t leave your bedroom until Choso has left with Suguru to take him back to his car the next morning. To avoid what would surely be an awkward ‘goodbye’ with the bassist, you simply got in the shower and told Choso not to wait for you. Now, you’re dressed for the day and the apartment is empty.

You look at the stereo that Suguru had played music from last night before you two had danced and almost kissed. It brings butterflies to your stomach and a grimace to your face.

Sighing, you walk into the kitchen and start making yourself breakfast. While you do, you think about how you’re going to talk to Choso.

The whole ‘having kids’ thing he drunkenly brought up last night is still weighing heavy on you. It’s not like you ever were opposed to kids, but right now? It seems too soon. Would that hurt Choso? Or would he even remember that he said all of that?

And then there’s the matter of having almost let Suguru kiss you last night. It seems like everytime he gets close to you, he can’t help but try to cross that line. The worst part is, everytime he pushes and prods, your own resolve weakens.

You run on autopilot through the morning until Choso returns to find you sitting in the living room, half-ass watching your way through one of your favorite comfort shows on the television before you.

“Hey,” He greets softly, locking the door and kicking off his shoes before joining you. His arm winds behind your shoulders intuitively, his lips pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “It was weird waking up at a different time than you today. I feel off-kilter.”

The words make your heart flutter. His days are so centered around you that one small disturbance does that much to him?

A pang hits your chest. That just makes what happened last night all the more incriminating. You sigh heavily, fixing him with a fond smile, a tinge of apologeticness in your eyes as you peck his lips.

“It was weird, huh?” You say, laying a hand on his before speaking again. You suppose now is the best time to bring up his words from the night before. “Chos’, do you remember anything you said last night?”

“I…I sort of remember, but details are kind of blurry,” Choso admits, “I think I cried and told you I loved you? I don’t recall much more than that. I hope I didn’t say anything hurtful or do anything to you.”

“No, no of course not,” You say immediately. “It’s just…you said…you said you wanted kids with me. Umm…now, specifically.”

His eyes widen a fraction, and in that small pause, you realize there may have been more truth to his suggestion than you’d previously thought.

“Um,” He says quietly, “What did…what did you say when I said that?”

“I told you we haven’t discussed it before. That we’d talk sober…” you gauge his reaction carefully. He nods stiffly, swallowing thickly.

“…do you…actually want that?” You question after a moment of silence. “I’m not upset either way, Choso, but…I want your honest answer. Do you want kids with me? Now?”

Your boyfriend flounders for a moment, his dark eyes darting from you to the television, to his hands, to you, and down to his hands again as he shifts beside you.

“I…well, I…to be honest, I’ve been thinking about it for a while now…”

You take a breath as it processes. “Yeah? What…what exactly have you been thinking about, in terms of kids?”

“Well, I like the idea of us having a baby together,” Choso says softly, a tender expression on his face. “I’m in love with you, and I never see myself with anyone else. Don’t you want to start putting down roots of our own?”

His hands grab yours, making your heart rate spike. He seems to be serious about this.

“Wait…Choso, you really want a baby?”

He nods. “We’re financially stable and we love each other, what more could we need? We could make a happy home together.”

You have to work hard to stay rational. It’s hard to when your boyfriend is saying such sweet things to you, but you can’t ignore the facts tugging at your psyche.

“Baby,” you begin gently, “I…I am so happy that you want that with me. But I want to be honest too. I haven’t really given kids much thought, and you’re about to get a lot busier with Curse Manipulator. If we had a baby now, I’d be home alone a lot taking care of them alone. You’d be busy with recordings, shows, tours…I don’t know if we’re at a point where we can have a family yet.”

He considers this for a moment before nodding. “You’re right…I don’t want to be an absent father. Neither you nor any of our future kids deserve that. And I also want you with me when we start traveling…I guess I got carried away last night.”

You smile, giving his hand a squeeze. “We can always decide to have kids when we both feel ready, later on. To be fair, you do avoid alcohol because it makes you really emotional. I don’t fault you.”

Your boyfriend laughs sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah, I guess I really shouldn’t drink. Sorry you had to deal with me—I felt so bad Suguru had to lug me up the stairs and sleep on our couch this morning, too.”

At the mention of Suguru, you can’t help the warm wave of nerves that tugs at your stomach. The memories of last night swarm your head, and guilt rises up once more.

But you can’t tell him. It would ruin more than it would help—yes, you know that part of this is just making excuses to save your own ass, but telling Choso how you and Suguru feel about each other will only ruin his career and the band as well. You decided last night that you won’t see Suguru anymore. So, it’s water under the bridge now. You’ve stopped it from rising, and no one will drown as a result.

For a neutral response, you shrug and say, “He wasn’t troubled by it. Didn’t seem annoyed or anything.”

“Good,” He sighs, leaning back on the couch. “He’s a really nice guy. Really kind to you, too. That makes me like him more.”

You don’t know if ‘kind’ is the right word to describe how Suguru acts with you. ‘Tempting’, ‘confounding’, or ‘frustrating’ are more like it. Choso has no idea how Suguru makes you feel, nor about just how much you’ve betrayed his trust for the bassist. Sure, physically you haven’t exactly slept with Suguru, but the moments you two have shared, the words between you, the glances exchanged, the touches given and received…it’s still intimacy.

Honestly, now that you’re thinking about it, your mind is still reeling from the kiss you almost had last night.

So many possibilities had stood on that precipice; how would his lips have felt? How would he have tasted? Would he have pulled you closer? Would you have stopped there, or kept going? How far would the two of you have taken it? All the way? And if you did, what would that have been like? Wild and passionate? Hard and fast? Or slow and taunting? What would he have done to further deteriorate your sanity? Would it have been a one-night stand or would you two have turned it into an affair?

Your mind is racing. Each question stirs up another. You will never know, because he is not yours.

Why does your heart sink at that thought?

You denied him friendship out of a burst of self-control—and denied yourself his affection as well. Self-deception is futile; you know you crave him. Like an addict admitted to rehab, you’ve cut off your supply abruptly, and now it seems like the withdrawals are setting in.

It feels like a breakup. The potential between you two will stay as potential, for the rest of your lives. That is entirely unfair. You see your life with Choso, and you want him by your side forever…

But why do you want Suguru there, not instead, but as well?

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Two months have passed since that night after the concert. You and Choso are operating smoothly as normal, and he’s successful as ever with Curse Manipulator.

You haven’t spoken to Suguru at all, nor have you seen him.

Time should have made thinking about him easier, but even after all of these weeks, he’s still on your mind constantly. You miss hearing his voice, seeing his face, feeling his touch. It makes you feel crazy, because you’re still so in love with Choso, yet still infatuated with Suguru at the same time.

Was it the right decision to decline his friendship? You aren’t doing any better than if he was around. The fantasies about him haven’t stopped, and sometimes you dream of him.

On a day where Choso is at one of his brother’s houses hanging out, you’re left to your own devices in the apartment. To avoid going stir-crazy, you decide to just do the week’s grocery shopping. It’s five in the evening and maybe not the best time to go, but you keep spiraling over thoughts of Suguru, so you need the distraction.

The trip is going mundanely, your list amost completed when you’re pulled away from your focus.

“Excuse me. I wanted to tell you that you’re really pretty.”

Your eyes flit away from the shelf of canned goods to land on the stranger, a short man with an eager smile on his face.

“Uh…thanks,” is your reply, unsure what to do.

“You got anyone icing that cake of yours?”

The comment is so out of pocket that you just stare, stunned that someone would actually say that out loud.

“Uh—”

“Sorry I took so long, honey. I couldn’t find the tea you asked for.”

A strong arm wraps around your shoulder, the voice of a familiar man registering in your ear. It’s a straight shock to your heart, and you suck in a breath as you turn your head, eyes landing on Suguru’s tight smile, aimed at the strange man that had been hitting on you. Your heart about jumps into your throat. It’s him.

A flood of emotions swarm you, making your knees go weak.

Play along, your instinct tells you, so you obey.

“Oh, that’s okay…babe,” the word feels strange as a label for your boyfriend’s bandmate.

“Is this guy bothering you?” He asks. You glance at the guy, who now looks uncomfortable. Serves the bastard right.

“Yeah.”

“What do you want with my girlfriend?” Suguru questions the man, who raises his hands in defense.

“Look, man, I didn’t know she was—”

“That shouldn’t matter, right? Whether she was taken or not. She’s not interested,” his tone is firm, and the other man just nods, backing away.

“Yeah, yeah—okay. Sorry.”

He turns on his heel and leaves swiftly, finally allowing you to breathe.

Well…sort of.

“Are you okay?” Asks Suguru, his arm sliding off of your shoulder. You will yourself not to react to the touch as you steel yourself.

“Yeah, I’m good. Uh…thanks, Suguru,” you reply, trying to keep your voice even. You feel jumpy and full of unbridled adrenaline. Where did he come from? “How are you here?”

He chuckles at your bluntness. “Well, the grocery store I usually go to is out of Larue’s favorite tea, so I had to come over here instead.”

“Oh…”

His eyes don’t leave yours, and you can’t look away. He’s even more beautiful than you remember.

“Long time no see,” He smiles half-heartedly, trying for nonchalant, then sighs and cuts the act. “Look, I don’t like the way…we parted last time. I’m sorry for overstepping. I…I’ve really missed you, to be honest.”

So, he feels the same? It’s completely mutual. God, that notion has ‘disaster’ written all over it. But you can’t lie to him. You’ve been deprived for too long.

“I…I missed you too.”

Relief flashes through his eyes. “Listen, I don’t want to never see you again. We can be honest about our feelings without making any mistakes, we’re mature adults.”

You look at him for a moment, taking his words into consideration. You want to agree, and at this point, you know that being away from him won’t solve your problem. You like him, and as he said, the two of you should just accept it without acting on it. Maybe then, the flames of desire will calm to mere embers. You’re willing to try it, anyway.

“Yeah…you’re right. We should have a real conversation about this, shouldn’t we?”

He nods. “Why don’t we finish up shopping here first? I doubt the can aisle is where you want to have this discussion.”

You laugh softly at the quip, nodding. “Okay. I have to get my stuff home to the fridge—we can go there. Choso’s with his brothers right now anyway. Are you okay with that?”

“Yeah,” comes his reply, holding up the pack of tea in his hand. “This is all I have, so that’s no problem.”

“Okay,” you nod, grabbing the last item on your list. “Let’s checkout then.”

It’s strange; you never thought you’d be at a grocery store with Suguru. But there you are, paying for your items, probably presenting to all of the strangers around as a couple. It’s domestic, and it makes you feel weird—you don’t hate it. What does that mean?

Especially when he makes a point to carry the bags out to your car for you even though he’s parked somewhere else. It flusters you, but by some miracle, you manage to agree to lead him back to your place since he’s never driven to it from the grocery store.

He follows you in his own car, anticipation filling your veins the closer you get. You’ll be home alone with him, truly this time.

It will be the ultimate test of self-control.

___

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[lovesickheize]

mr insanity. ,˖ 𓆟  𓆝  𓆟

dpr ian (christian yu) x gn!reader

when two mentally unstable strangers find comfort in each other's presence.

⊱ ─────────ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ───────── ⊰

wc: 970

tw! this fic might be triggering for some people. it's not extreme, but it is based on the two characters' mental instability. this is pure fiction.

this fic is inspired by dpr ian's music, especially his first album. my main inspiration was the music video and the lyrics of "nerves", so i'd recommend listening to it, while reading this.

▔ྀ̥̊͝ཾ▔ྀ̥̊͝ཾ▔ྀ̥̊͝ཾ▔༺ ᨦ♡ᨩ༻▔ྀ̥̊͝ཾ▔ྀ̥̊͝ཾ▔ྀ̥̊͝ཾ▔

and i'm sorry i was hurting too much to know that you were standing right there.

it was a moment of spark in the aeonian darkness.

you were sitting on the cold surface of a tunnel's pavement. it was raining hard outside, but you were too invested in your cigarette, diet coke and music to get scared by the thunder.

there was noone around, people locking themselves in their houses to save themselves from the undying storm. you couldn't care less about the cold. you couldn't care less about anything to be frank.

you were just sitting there, body too dehydrated to shed a tear, in a white t-shirt and sweatpants. life had been such a pain in the ass that month.

you chuckled suddenly, the sound leaving your mouth too sad for a laugh. it was ironic, how a song playing on your 'nostalgia' spotify playlist could describe your life so accurately.

you felt a presence approaching your body. head never turning to acknowledge the person that had just sat right next to you. the mysterious person took off their jacket and placed it on your shoulders. you hadn't noticed you were trembling under the ice cold air up until then.

"thanks." you mumbled, still not looking at the person.

they didn't reply, instead pulling something that sounded like a lighter. you caught a cigarette between their tattoo-filled hands with the corner of your eyes.

"i'm ian." they said.

you finally turned your head, the man in front you looking as dead as you did. "i'm y/n."

a comfortable silence took over once again, joining the sound of the storm. a couple of cigarettes later, you looked at him.

"do your tattoos have a meaning?" you asked the person who you now knew was named ian.

"some of them do, some of them don't. this is my favourite." he lifted his t-shirt's sleeve a little to show you the bald man on his left shoulder. "it's a man who looks at his own brain and realises it is limitless." his voice was deep and raspy, probably because of smoking.

"does it symbolize something?" you asked.

"it's just... you know, overthinking. if our brains weren't limitless, we wouldn't think so much, intrusive thoughts wouldn't dominate our already repetitive grey lives..." he said.

"agreed." you replied, tracing the lined man with your fingertips. "it's really pretty."

"do you have any tattoos?" ian asked.

the hand that was tracing his tattoo was now traveling up your body, reaching your hair and moving it to the side. "i got this crescent moon under my hairline a couple of years ago."

"what does it mean?" ian looked at it, eyes admiring the black lines.

"i just love the moon. ever since i was a child, i liked staying up late and looking at it in silence. it comforted me. still does."

"so beautiful." he murmured.

"you know, the moon usually symbolizes illusions and deception, but i view it as a lonely star. it reminds me of myself when i was a teen. a bright positive person in the middle of darkness and evil. but i never was as strong as the moon, i couldn't bear the malevolent nature of our society, i ended up breaking. that's why i look up to the moon. it's strong and confident. just what i wished i was."

you hadn't noticed how his eyes were stuck on you. "wow." was all he could say. "i'm sorry, i probably talk too m-"

you were interrupted by his lips on yours. you responded to the kiss, letting his tongue enter your mouth. the kiss was passionate, you felt hungry for the feeling he was offering you. his hands made their way to the back of your neck, one of his fingers caressing the moon on it, the other holding your hand. your free hand was intertwined in his soft hair, holding him close.

how a stranger could make you feel so much stuff after such a long feelingless period of your life you couldn't understand. it had been years since the last time you genuinely felt something so intense.

he pulled away, both of you catching your breath. "wanna go for a walk?" he asked.

your hand was still being held by his, you nodding positively. the two of you walked past the tunnel, cigarettes, diet coke, headphones, everything long forgotten behind. you were walking in the rain, knowing damn well it was just the two of you and the water-filled clouds.

you danced in the rain. it had been such a long time since the last time you flashed a smile that was so real. he looked at you being happy, almost dead, but still happy. he turned you around, you held his hands so tightly, he also seemed fine for a moment.

after some time, exhausted as you were, you moved closer to him, leaning your head on his wet by the rain chest. his arms wrapped around you, holding you as warm as they could, soaked as he was.

the rain was still heavy, but you didn't care. he didn't care.

that's all you could remember from that night moments before you left everything behind. the only night you felt genuinely happy, forgetting how cruel life is.

"thank you for making me feel." he whispered

the car's wheels were forced to turn, leading the car towards the hill.

welcome to the show. so, can you stay a little longer, just until i know you see me standing here?

[stllmnstr]

champagne problems [teaser!]

pairing: jake sim x f reader

genre: enemies to lovers, rich kid au, fake dating au, college au, angst, fluff

teaser word count: 1k

soundtrack: boom - dpr live / bad idea! - girl in red / blood on the floor - kuiper / calico - dpr ian / comme de garçons (like the boys) - rina sawayama / lust - chase atlantic

PART 1 RELEASE DATE: SUNDAY, JANUARY 14, 11:00 PM EST

PART 2 RELEASE DATE: TBA

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The second son of a wealthy family, Jake Sim has gotten used to always standing in the shadow of his older brother. From grades to girls to talks of becoming future CEO of the Sim Corporation, he’s no stranger to coming in second place. So when an opportunity arises for Jake to finally have the one thing his brother can’t and best him once and for all, he knows he’d be a fool not to take it.

There are only two problems. The first is that the thing his brother wants so badly isn’t a thing at all. It’s you, semi-estranged daughter of the Sims’ closest and most long-standing business partner.

The second is that Jake Sim can’t fucking stand you.

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[…]

What Jake does not expect, however, is the way his older brother sounds so tentative when he speaks again.  “Well…”

“Well what?” Patience already running thin, it’s all he can do not to snap. 

“Do you think you could get it for me?”

Jake must be dreaming. This must be a post-exam punishment, a hallucination brought on by over exerting his brain too far for too long. “Do I think I could get ___’s phone number for you?” he repeats flatly. 

“Is there an echo in here?” Asshole. At least he’s consistent. 

“Just an echo chamber,” Jake mutters away from the receiver. 

“What was that?”

“Nothing.” Jake stops for a moment to fiddle with his keyring as he walks up the stairs to his apartment. “No, I can’t get her phone number for you.” 

“Why not?”

The key won’t line up quite right. Jake tries again, frustration seeping through. “Because I have better things to do than run stupid errands for you. Why don’t you drive here and get it yourself?”

“Trust me, if I thought she’d give it to me, I’d be there in an hour.”

The lock on his door finally clicks open, and Jake all but throws his bag down after kicking off his shoes. “And what the hell makes you think she’d give it to me?”

“Well, you didn’t accidentally stand her up, for one.” James doesn’t sound embarrassed by it. Just matter-of-fact. Like a date is nothing but a business deal. Something to be rescheduled and redone if negotiations go sour the first time around. 

It is enough to stir up some of Jake’s curiosity, though. “You went on a date with ___?” He supposes it makes sense. Even if the rumor mill and its rumblings about your rocky relationship with your mother ring true, you’re still your parents’ daughter. Still a perfect match on paper for the future CEO of the Sim Corporation. The king of a company and princess of a law firm. It’s a match made in heaven, he thinks ruefully. 

“No, I didn’t. That’s kind of the whole point here.”

“Whatever.” Jake still doesn’t see what the hell he has to do with all this. “Why don’t you just look up her parents’ number in the company database and get it from them?”

Jake can practically feel his brother’s exasperation through the phone. “Right, because that would go over really well. Hi there," he imitates. “I’d like to make your daughter the mother of my future children. Care to pass along her phone number so I can get started on that?”

Jake suppresses a wince. “Jesus. I see why she stood you up.”

“She didn’t. I stood her up,” James clarifies. “On accident.”

Semantics. And not ones that Jake is interested in. “Either way. I’m not getting her number for you.”

“Yeah?” Jake is unsettled by the way there’s still no trace of defeat in his brother’s voice. There’s something almost sinister when he suddenly switches topics. “How are classes going?”

Jake’s lips pull into a taut line, disaster of an econ midterm still fresh on his mind. “Fine.”

“Really? Even econ? Third time’s the charm and all that?” Well, at least his brother can be counted on to consistently be an asshole.

“Why do you care?” The only thing Jake wants to do is end this call and crawl into bed for a well-deserved afternoon nap. Let his subconscious spare him from thoughts of his older brother and econ and you for at least a little bit. 

James has other plans. “You must have taken the midterm recently, right?” Jake’s silence is confirmation enough. “You know, the only thing Dr. Jeong weighs more heavily than the midterm is the final paper at the end of the semester.”

A minute ago, Jake thought you were the last thing he wanted to talk about. The sudden shift in direction in this conversation is starting to prove him wrong. If there’s one thing Jake would rather discuss even less than his older brother's dating life, it’s school. “What does that have to do with a–”

“And I think I still have my copy of the paper that earned me the top score in my entire section.” The smugness is practically palpable. “I might have to do some digging, but I’m sure it’s in my old files somewhere.”

Jake rolls his eyes, wishes the immediate comparison weren’t the first thing to rise to the forefront of his mind. Wishes it didn't find him so lacking. Wishes it wasn’t narrated in the voice of his disappointed father. “If you’re trying to gloat, it’s n–”

“I’m trying to strike a deal. Jesus, no wonder you’re on track to be a super senior getting a business degree.”

“This is my third year,” Jake defends indignantly. 

“And your third attempt at econ, which I passed in my first year.” He sounds like he’s settling a little to well into the CEO role when he proposes, “I’m trying to make it your last attempt.” 

Jake would be lying if he said his curiosity weren’t piqued, even just slightly. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying, little brother, that my term paper, my notes, all of it, are yours.” It sounds too good to be true. It has to be too good to be true. James is a lot of things, but generous and helpful are very rarely any of them. “As soon as you get me ___’s number.” And there it is. 

Jake hangs up without bothering to dignify that with a response and hopes it sends a strong enough signal of his refusal. Then, he falls into his bed face-first with a groan. 

And a week later, when his econ midterm results are finally posted, the first thing Jake does is let his head fall on his desk with an alarmingly loud thud that has Jay poking his head in the door to make sure everything’s okay. The second thing he does, a solid twenty minutes later, is send his older brother a text. 

Jake [7:21pm]: You better start digging through those old files.

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TO BE CONTINUED…

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note: I don’t know what I did to please the writing gods, but I have literally never written a story so quickly and with such minimal roadblocks. This thing just about wrote itself. And (I hope this isn’t in bad taste to say, but) I’m kind of obsessed with it. I hope you will be too.

The first full part will be posted tomorrow at the time indicated above the cut, and the second (and final) part will likely be posted at the same time the following Sunday. (I’ll release another update/edit this post when I confirm the release date and time for certain.) Feel free to scream in my inbox and/or share any thoughts you may have in another way. I love hearing them. Happy reading!

[geemyfirstluvstory]

"Oh! oh! oh! oh!, 오빠를 사랑해"

blue lock boys as boyfriends + playlist (can y'all tell i listen to too much kpop), fem reader, i'm feeling sad and depressed rn let me be a little angsty but i can't stand sad endings

michael kaiser: melancholy at it's finest but not in a sad way, but definitely in a more nostalgic way. he's a red flag at best and a long gone man at worst. but as a boyfriend he does his best to make you feel good about yourself, mostly via spoiling you rotten. diamonds, clothes, the best food, anything. maybe he doesn't actually like you maybe he just likes the idea of you. but he will eventually come to love you and when he does it's like a dream, he has a resting bitch face and cocky attitude but when he does open up to you it's completely serious.

playlist- chill kill (red velvet), no blueberries (dpr ian ft dpr live + cl), baby (dj roots ft camo + 정진형), love story (indilla), flower (jisoo), siren (taeyeon), anoko complex (=LOVE), monochrome kiss (SID), diary of jane (breaking benjamin)

oliver aiku: yeah girl you're not dating him...he's definitely an ex as i write this. this man is, despite how nice he is, a player at heart and girl you can't change that. but he does keep you in mind. perhaps you're his favourite special lady. he kind of pops in and out of your life, big dick though so it's okay. he knows how to treat a lady though so it's not bad but you have to be careful or you'll catch too many feelings. maybe some time passes and you're eventually end game.

playlist- rsvp (koala ft. jessi), GAL (ohayo), mommae (jay park ft ugly duck), party (chris brown ft tyga), boom (dpr live ft dpr ian), thnks fr th mmrs (fall out boy), gamez (bei maejor ft keri hilson)

don lorenzo: girl why? girl, bye. the least you could do is make sure he had real teeth...but oh well we all slip up sometimes. he's addicted to you completely, day and night he thinks about you. y'all know homeboy loves money you likely met him at a club or party. somewhere in that territory and don has no problem with spending loads of cash on you. probably wooed you over with a condo in florence since y'know his little honey in his hometown. but his biggest flaw is definitely his obsession over money

playlist- ayo (chris brown), royals (lorde), ps5 (salem ilese ft txt), i got a boy (girl's generation), swalla (jason derulo), hula hoops (dpr live ft beenzino + hwasa), empire (wengie ft minnie), red lipstick (lee hi ft yoon mirae), best friend (saweetie ft doja cat), nobody's better (Z ft fetty wap)

[gothlcsan]

Coming to you Live ; LEE SOHEE

PAIRING idol!sohee , idolafab!reader

GENRE 18+ smut , fluff , angst , and slight crack ?

SYNOPSIS your boyfriend and fellow member, sohee, purposely teasing you while on live, sending him off to the airport the next day covered in hickies

WORD COUNT 2069

WARNINGS hickies, reader is possessive, sohee likes to tease, pet names such as “babe,” bickering, implied make up sex, sohee likes you being jealous

♫ kiss me - dpr live

a/n day seventeen of kinktober, not entirely a kink but Sohee is into making you jealous and can’t really explain that.. NOT PROOFREAD

“🔴 소희 🌟 started their LIVE : 🍜 ”

Your phone goes off signaling your boyfriend was on livestream, picking your phone up in your hand to click on the notification, smiling as his face fills up your screen. He fixes his hair, tucking the locks into his hat, smiling as he glances at the comments as they flooded in.

“Ah, yes we’re eating ramen. It’s.” Sohee pauses as he raises up to check the brand, laughing as he covers it up saying he couldn’t say, fixing his ramen as he rambled on about his busy day. You send comments making sure to blend in with the other fans, amused by him stopping mid bite to pause on your comment replying with, “Let’s date forever not just five seconds.”

Once Sohee finishes his food, moving the small table out of the way to give his legs more room, manspreading as he crosses his arm in silence. The comments go wild and others crack jokes saying he was scolding them for nothing, the warmth in the pit of your stomach flushing across your skin. Taking out your laptop you open up imessage and text Sohee, letting your eyes tart up to sneak quick glances at him.

I should be between your legs

Close your legs. I don’t want anyone looking

Hello?

The constant pinging of Sohee’s phone grabs both his attention and the fans, jokingly calling Sohee popular as he tilts the phone to see the recipient. Noticing it was you, he reads with a growing smirk forming on his lips. With a sigh that you knew he used when feigning innocence, Sohee takes off his hat setting it down as he fixes his hair, slouching down allowing him to manspread more. The comments go insane calling Sohee hot, you telling him he’s a brat, playfully cussing him out via messages as he just listens to his phone going off, the smirk only continuously growing with your possessiveness. Climbing off your bed, you quietly walk down the hallway to Sohee’s, giving the door a knock before stepping in knowing nobody would be able to know it’s you unless you spoke. If looks could kill, today would’ve been Sohee’s last day, the glare you’re giving him making him give you an open mouthed smile. The comments are going crazy asking which member it was, theorists and shippers trying to justify their guesses based on his smile. Sohee turns back to the live, hand going up just hovering over the end button, his smile growing as he quickly scans the comments.

“I got to go guys, I'm about to get scolded.”

Without another word, he ends the live and closes the laptop, looking up at you with an eyebrow raised.

“What’s up, babe?”

You uncross your arms and stomp towards him, climbing onto his lap, giving him a kiss onto his lips.

“You’re so mean.”

“Mean?” Sohee questioned, laughing at your pouty expression, squishing your cheeks together as you whined he was being annoying. He groans with a laugh as you purposefully jump on his lap hitting him in an inconvenient spot, rolling you back first onto the couch in return. Having him hover over you makes you blush immensely, clearing your throat and turning away to break his gaze, Sohee not allowing you to do so as he places his hand against your jaw to force you back to regain eye contact. You glare at him, gaining a finger poke against your nose as he calls your angry face cute, telling him to let you up or he’d be in huge trouble. He refuses which makes you pout telling him that he was being too mean, playfully asking him if he liked seeing you sad, the edge of your voice tinged with hurt. Shaking his head no he lifts you up so you’re sat back onto his lap, fingers tucking the loose strands of hair behind your ear as you stare at him quietly, a million thoughts passing through your mind with each passing second.

“What are you thinking about?”

Sohee doesn’t get an audible reply, you bury your face into the crook of his neck, lips and teeth working together to bruise the soft flesh there. He moans despite telling you to be careful with leaving marks, disregarding every word spoken to you, silently ignoring his words as a reminder that he hadn’t listened to yours.

“You’re being a brat, I was only teasing you, babe; you’re too quick to get mad.”

Moving to glare at him you remind him of the numerous times he’s done things out of being upset with the male fans who followed you around or flirted with you a little too hard out of his liking at fan signs. He is adamant that it’s different, biting your lip in anger before climbing off his lap to go back to your room due to being too annoyed to face him. Sohee grabs your wrist asking why you were being so sensitive, you turning around and yanking your wrist back to hug against your chest ignoring the pain of doing so.

“It’s annoying, you get mad when people flirt with me but it’s ok if they do it with you. Why? Why do I have to deal with it but you can’t?” You shout at him, not caring if everyone in the dorm heard your argument, tears stinging your eyes signaling they’d fall at any given moment if given the opportunity. His silence pains you, nodding, and leaving his room, slamming the door behind you as you pass Anton in the hall not caring as he asked if you were alright. Anger and frustration courses through you as you jump into bed, bringing a pillow up to your face and screaming into it, tossing it at the door letting the pent up tears run their course. When you finally calm down you laugh embarrassed at yourself for crying, wiping your face deciding that laying down would be the best thing for you, picking up the thrown pillow and setting it back into bed.

A soft knock against your door makes you turn to face away from it, knowing by the knock alone that it was Sohee entering your bedroom. You feel your bed tip slightly as he sits down, silence painful to your ears as he gathers what to say to you; begging yourself not to turn around and talk first.

“I’m sorry I was being selfish.” Sohee starts first, his voice shaky and on edge compared to usual, as he tries to speak without messing up. He placed a hand on your hip which makes you squeeze your eyes tightly wanting nothing more than to fling yourself onto him to engulf him into a hug. Continuing to apologize to you, hearing him sniff back tears pains you, quickly sitting up and hugging him tightly telling him you were sorry for screaming at him instead of explaining yourself calmly. He reassures you that he loves you, you both laughing at yourselves for crying and fighting over the situation, Sohee lifting your face up with his hands, pressing a gentle kiss against your forehead.

“Can you finish what you started earlier? I don’t think I was scolded properly due to my disobedience.”

Rolling your eyes with a smirk you nod telling him to get closer, giggling as he moves you to lay down with his knee placed between your legs as he kisses you. His hands are wrapped around your wrists as he allows you to travel to his neck to leave marks, breathy moans flowing naturally when you sink your teeth into the soft flesh to ensure they stayed for awhile. One thing about your arguments, even if they weren’t frequent, you loved the way he made you feel like making up with kisses and his arms wrapped around your thighs as he apologized with loving thrusts.

The next morning, Sohee helps you get ready for the airport, suggesting he’d pick out a turtleneck to help cover the marks of last night’s activities. He agrees, you two blushing as you climb into the van, the other members looking at you with blank expressions, too used to and over the shenanigans you two brought. Arriving at the airport, you do one last quick glance over at Sohee, waiting until he steps out of the van to also make your exit. The flashing lights make it a bit hard to navigate where you’re going despite putting on sunglasses, Sohee instinctively guiding you through the crowd to the front doors of the aiport to deal with another wave of fans and reporters.

Getting onto the plane, you rest your head back against the headrest letting out a heavy sigh of relief. You hated airports due to the insanity of them, being pulled out of your thoughts as Wonbin pushes his phone in between yours and Sohee’s seat, an article pulled up.

“You two are so getting an earful when we get back to Korea. Really? Hickies before going to the airport?”

Taking the phone your eyes widen alongside your mouth, looking up at Sohee who’s smirking at you, shaking his phone in your direction.

“Fans say they know who scolded me last night, since someone just couldn’t help but attack me.”

Handing back Wonbin his phone, you punch Sohee in the shoulder, sinking into your seat with a groan; embarrassed. You go onto twitter being met with both your name and Sohee’s trending instantly blushing at the photos of him guiding you through the airport and his neck being in full view as you walk beside him with the biggest smile. Sohee whispers your name, having you turn to face him, being caught into a kiss, his proud cocky smile making you both want to kiss him more but also kick him in the shin.

“Are you going to hold my hand when we land to cause an even bigger frenzy? I’ll expose my neck fully if you do.”

A pained groan comes from behind you two as Wonbin and Shotaro beg for the two of you to stop being disgusting, failing to hold back laughter as you personally apologize for Sohee’s behavior. You whisper to Sohee to behave, saving the pictures to your phone before deciding to take a nap since you hadn’t slept much the night prior. Being woken up by Sohee gently shaking you, you look at him before anxiously asking if Sohee would get you a hat, not wanting to be seen by the reporters and anti fans. Stepping off the plane makes you want to vomit, dragging your feet through the short terminal knowing what was waiting for you past the automatic doors, gasping when Sohee interlocks his fingers with yours. You try to pull your hand free but he shakes his head, fixing his turtleneck to hide the marks, giving you a peace of mind knowing too much would make you feel worse. The members circle around you two with the bodyguards as you step out as a group, allowing Sohee to guide you by the hand through the crowd not opening your eyes or processing the situation until you made it into the van.

“You ok?” Sohee asked, helping you take off your sunglasses and mask, tucking them away into his hoodie pocket. You nod, leaning your head to rest against his shoulder allowing your eyes to close as you spoke quietly not wanting to disturb the other members who were settling in their seats to sleep.

“I’m sorry I made the situation into something bigger and harder for you and the group.”

Sohee gives you a pained expression whilst rubbing your thigh and knee to give you comfort.

“The members did what they did because they care about us, I don’t care what anyone thinks. They’ll support us if they truly are fans, we’re allowed to be happy. You’re allowed to be happy.”

Smiling at his reassurance, you send a message to the group chat thanking them for taking care of you, nuzzling into Sohee’s arm to rest before reaching the hotel. A part of you is scared of the consequences of today’s happenings but the louder part of your brain didn’t care about that, ultimately deciding to bask in the happiness of not having to hide your love for Sohee.

He was yours, as you are his. That’s all that mattered.

[riatheghoul]

The Summoning

Pairing: DPR IAN x Black Reader

Song: The Summoning By Sleep Token

Warnings: smut, p in v(not explicitly stated), lots of praise, use of pet names: baby, pretty girl, dear, darling(come on you know why😏) also sir for Ian, this is my first smut and I don’t think I ate this up y’all please give me feed back in the comments.

Word count: 2,312

Disclaimers: I do NOT own any of these picture credits to the owners and this is PURE FICTION AND ITS ALSO UNEDITED

Tag list: @cookiesdiaryx @penny44224

I heard my song. But it was in a different form or maybe even a different genre. Something about this time felt different. It felt like a spiritual awakening. And God that base it’s like it’s calling out to me, I need it. When my body finally relaxed on the ground below me, I realized I was on a stage and there were about 4 other people looking at me in awe.

“Wow that really worked!” the long-haired one’s mouth swung open. You looked around trying to get a feel of your surroundings before your eyes locked with his. Eyes that told a story and tattoos that illustrated it for the whole world to see. You can practically taste the sexual energy emulating off of him. I wonder that would happen if I- your thoughts were interrupted by the one with the undercut “so we kinda need your help” you stared at him “well were gonna need to hurry it up here because I have things to do” you commented “actually let me start with a few questions first before we get into the serious stuff yeah?” your voice smooth like silk. All of them nodded in agreement “ok” you began “so first I need names and things like that, then I need to know what position I’m supposed to be in so that it benefits all of you. From what I’ve observed you guys are a band and most band have a knack for gangbangs which I don’t mi-” your blabbering was cut short by the drummer “wait you think we want to fuck?!?!”

Your face was disdainful “well I’m a succubus which Is a demon that feeds off of sexual energy. Most people summon me because they want just that, sex” you explained. You hear a voice to the left of you “Fuuuuuuucccccck” he sighed pinching the bridge of his nose “cream when you went the crazy witch lady what spell did you ask for” he questioned looking at undercut who now have noted it named cream. “Well, I asked her if she had a spell that could help us bring in an audience and she looked me up and down and handed me the song” he answered holding up his hand in defense. The short haired one let out a frustrated breath and turned to look at him out of habit “ok first things first we don’t want sex” you pouted at him hoping that he would change his mind, but he didn’t even look into your eyes. He continued “and as for names mine is Christian but everyone calls me Ian, the one with the sort of long hair is artic, the one on the keyboard is cream, and the silent one is live.” You nodded looking around at the four boys in front of you.

“I’m Vespera” you said still slightly confused on why they needed you, so, you asked. “Oh yeah sorry…” Gojo apologized “Can you play electric guitar?” he asked and you looked at him even more confused then you started. “Our electric guitarist split and we only summoned you so that you can replace him and attract people so, can you play?” he asked basically pleading with his eyes. You sighed snapping your fingers and an guitar appeared in your hands. You began to play, losing yourself in the music and before you knew it you guys were on in 5 minutes. You were just finishing your makeup for the show when Ian walked in. You looked up at him through the mirror smirking “how do I look?” you said with all of the innocence you could muster up and it seemed to work because he bit his lip. When he noticed what he was doing he snapped out of it “you look great” he coaxed. You pouted then tilled your head at him “just great?” you questioned he took in a deep breath “you look beautiful” he answered sincerely.

You got up walking over to him not realizing how short you were compared to him but here you were looking up at him while he looked down at you. You stood on your tip toes and placed a small kiss on his neck “thank you” you whispered before you left the room to put your in ears on. After everyone gathered themselves you guys stepped on stage to perform. You used your temptation powers to get everyone’s attention as soon as you guys stepped out. When the song started you started playing and feeding off of the energy from the few people looking at you with hungry eyes in the crowd. The only person that you could think of was Ian. The way he looked at you. The way he bit his lip. The way his neck felt on your lips. You were staring and he noticed just in time for your shared solo. When you guys met in the middle of the stage to play together the tension was so thick it was suffocating. You wanted his so bad it made you sick. No one mortal or immortal has ever made you feel this way about them. As soon as the song was over you guys walked of stage and the crowd was screaming like the dead. That was the most fun you’d had in a long time.

After a few hours of celebration, the guys got into a taxi and started telling the driver where to go. The boys were in the middle of a tour, and they were staying at a hotel nearby. When you guys got there each of the boys were either to tired or to drunk to say good night. Everyone started walking down the hallway or rooms then you stop clearing your throat to get their attention. “Hey guys whose room am I sleeping in tonight?” you asked the boys looked around at each other. “I think Ian should do it he’s the one who lost tonight’s bet anyway” cream slurred Ian’s eyes widened “man fine” he grumbled leading the way to his suite. Once inside all you guys did was stare at each other for a while. You the realization that the tension never shifted after the show dawned upon you and before you knew it he was kissing you. The kiss was full of passion and something else that you could quite put your finger on. He pulled away from you to catch his breath “I’m sorry I should have-” you interrupted him “please don’t start that shit and kiss me or I swear I’ll-” now it was his turn to interrupt you he grabbed your throat pulling your body to his. You looked his deep into his eyes and tried to read his mind but there was nothing. I guess this is what Edward felt like with Bella- your time to think was short lived when you felt his lips met yours again. But it was only for a short time you whimpered no longer feeling his lips.

“God you’re so pretty baby” he praised you heart skipped a beat and all you could do was whine and pout. “Unh uh come here” he said lifting you as if you weighed nothing then placing you on the edge of the bed. He kissed your neck leaving a few hickeys here and there causing a few moans to slip out. He got down on his knees and rested his arms on either side of you as if it were to keep you trapped. “I’m gonna taste you please say yes” he looked up at you with pleading eyes. You nodded your head and in return he shook his “no baby I need to hear you say it. I need your permission” something about him asking for your permission pulled at your heart strings. No one had ever ask for permission before but here he was making sure to have your full consent and god did it affect you. You could feel your arousal seeping through your panties, practically dripping on to the bed sheets. “yes please~” you urged grabbing his hands and placing them at the waistband of the mini skirt you wore tonight “yes what pretty girl?” he asked as he kissed up your thighs never breaking the eye contact he had with you. “p-please sir~” you whispered but only loud enough for him to hear

“good girl~” he coed at you “lift your hips for me” he requests and you do as your told after your bottoms are off he sits there admiring your pussy. The way it clenched on the air around it. the way it glimmered in the light of the full moon outside. He just had have a taste. He dipped his head down between your thighs devouring you as if this was the last time he’d ever get to touch a woman. Every flick of his tongue felt like heaven and it just made your cries grow louder and louder. You hips bucked against him want more “that’s it baby ride my face” he instructed pulling you closer to him fucking his tongue into you in the process. “I’m gonna cum please I need to cum” you begged him through the moans that escaped your throat. He pulled away from you and grabbed your hands “don’t look away” he instructed. All you could do was nod then he went back to tongue fucking you. You held your head up holding eye contact with him It was only a matter of second before you came. It was all too much. The eye contact. Him holding your hands. Your eyes rolled in to the back of your head as you came down from your high squeezing his hands with all your might. “That was the first time that any mortal has ever made me cum that hard” you confessed as your breathing slowed. He got up half way and kissed you. You took that as a way of him claiming his victory and you. He pulled away standing up straight taking of his belt “I was going to make you suck me off but I need to be inside you now say yes” he said taking his pants off “yes fuck yes~” you sat up taking of top you wore and scooted yourself further on the bed. He followed sit in between as you and you basically started drooling looking at the tent in his boxers. “it’s ok baby” he reassured “Go ahead. Touch it” he almost dares you. You take it out yourself stroking it a few times just to add some more lubrication thought you don’t really need it. small groans fell from his lips and fuck he sounded so fucking sexy it throw you off your train of thought. “slide it inside you dear” he urged and you listened. He let out a noise that you’d kill to hear over and over and over again. Once he was finally all the way in he started to move.

In the beginning it was slow deep strokes you could practically feel him kissing your cervix. “Fuck please~” you moaned he shook his head at you “you have one more chance to correct yourself darling” he warned “please sir faster~” you begged. He picked up his pace fucking into you like a crazed man making sure to hit your spot as many times as possible. He grabbed your face ”I want you to ride me yeah?” he asked, you nodded your head vigorously. He turned over so you could stratal him putting his hands on your hips. You began bouncing up and down on him moving the fastest that you could in your sleepy state. “come on honey I thought guys fed off of sexual energy” he stated recalling the answer you gave to their earlier questions. “I do but I still need sleep what goes up must come down” you answered stopping your tempo “but I can use the last of my energy on you then take it back while I sleep” you offered he nodded at you “make it quick baby I need to cum” he quipped. You gathered all of the energy you got so far and began bouncing again and this time the amount of energy you posses is scary but you can handle it. “YES YES YES YES YES YES~” you chanted “that’s it baby keep going don’t stop” he groaned gripping your waist “I swear to god if you stop you won’t be cumming tonight do you understand me?” you nodded. “No please I need to come please let me come. I’m so close please tell you are too” he began fucking into you just to help “yes baby I am don’t fucking stop” you both kept going until you guys came at the same time. He pulled you down by your neck kissing you deeply “good job baby, now what do you say?” he asked while kissing your forehead softly regaining his breath “t-thank you sir” you answered “good girl come let’s get you cleaned up.” He said pulling out of which earned a whimper. He went to the bathroom after tucking Himself back into his boxers. When he go back a few minutes later he had a warm wet towel that he used to clean in between your legs.

After checking in on you and a shit tons worth of praise he laid down next to you holding you close to him fearing that any second you could leave and never come back. “since you a demon and all does that mean our deal is up and you have to go do other things or people?” you shook you head at him sleepily “no our deal isn’t up and even if it was I kinda like being in a band” he chucked half way asleep “good because your mine now”

A/N (before official post): i think yall are gonna like this

A/N (after official post): i worked really hard on this and its my longest x black reader as of right now please enjoy and comment, repost and all that fun stuff MY REQUEST ARE OPEN IF YOU WANT TO AND ALSO TO GET ON MY TAGLIST JUST LET ME KNOW AND I CAN ADD YOU ok enough yelling love ya byeeeeeee~

[babbymochiiii]

Thanks for the Doyoung scenario I requested!! It's so cute~~

How about Hendery scenario based on that song: https://youtu.be/nZ5SfoLB5yA?si=vcrtVeWXFfXZperG (It's popular these days...)

Don’t Go Insane: WONG KUN-HANG (HENDERY)

Pairing: incubus Hendery x afab reader

Synopsis: you swear you've seen him everywhere you go! Walking down the street, on the bus, wherever you are at he is there...but meeting him for the first time, officially, you find out he’s only just getting a hang of his new job.

Link: Don’t Go Insane by DPR Ian

Warnings: suggestive-ish

Word count: 929 words

Requested by @sadfragilegirl

Author’s note: thank you for requesting again hon! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing! I’ve been dying to write something for Hendery but couldn’t think of what and you came in clutch !! 😩🙏🏼

Divider credit @animatedglittergraphics-n-more 💕

You swear you’re not going insane… 

I mean, you think you’re seeing his face everywhere you go but…how can that possibly be happening when you’ve been seeing him in your dreams.  

You were walking down the street when you could’ve sworn you saw him. He even smiled at you! But when you turned around to see if it was him, he wasn’t there anymore.  

Not wanting to think about it anymore, you quickly made your way home.  

You felt your breastbone move up and down hastily as you got behind your closed apartment door. Locking it as if he followed you back home.  

It’s just your figment of imagination… 

You said to yourself as you placed a hand on your chest to calm down your ragged breathing.  

You walk towards your living room. Placing your bag onto the coffee table before you threw yourself onto the couch, covering your eyes as you tried to think of anything expect of him.  

After a while you feel yourself falling asleep. You know you shouldn’t fall asleep especially with not eating or cleaning yourself up, but you were extremely tired, and you couldn’t hold back the pull that sleep was giving you.  

Without any fight, you fall asleep.  

As darkness wrapped around you, you felt completely at ease until warm hands started to glide gently around your body. It was almost as if they weren’t there.  

Almost.  

You felt yourself jolt awake and look above you where you can see the owner of the hands.  

“YOU!” You screamed out as you pushed yourself to the other end of the couch.  

The look of being caught off guard was on the mysterious man’s face as he looked at you. A small blush heated his face, but he recovered quickly in the blink of an eye, as if he wasn’t fazed at all.  

“Hello.” He said with a soft expression that you knew it was all an act.  

“Who are you? Actually—“you said as you have him a suspicious glance as you narrowed your eyes. “—what are you?”  

A smirk broke out on his face. “Well first off my name is Hendery.” He said as he gave you a mocked bow. “And I’m an incubus.”  

“That makes sense.”  

“I’m here to eat away at your— what?” The demon named Hendery said as he gave you a confused look with a tilt of his head.  

“Well…it just makes sense. Like you’re only supposed to be around me in my dreams, but I see you everywhere. Which is honestly unheard of for an incubus.”  

A fierce blush takes over his face as he looks at you then to his shoes. “To be honest I’m new to all this. And though I’m not supposed to be letting you see me while you’re awake…I just wanted to see you.”  

“You’re a new incubus?” You teased as you gave him a wide smile.  

“I-I am.” He said flustered that you teased him. 

“Awe! That’s so cute!” You gushed at him as you went over to where he was and pinched his cheeks.  

A gasp resounds out of him as he slaps your hand away from his cheek. “Woman!” 

“Hey! Don’t be rude.” You pouted as you gave him an accusing look.  

“I am a demon! I’m not cute, nor do you need to pinch my cheek!” he huffs as he crosses his hands over his chest.  

An amused chuckle escapes you before you can conceal it. 

"Why are you laughing?" Hendery whined as he gave you a look that you swore seemed he was going to cry.  

"I'm not just..." you trailed off as you felt another laugh bubbling up and trying to escape your throat. "it's just it's hard to believe that you're an incubus when you act the way you do." you said as you felt a giggle escape.  

"I think it gives me personality." He said with a shrug.  

"Right...personality." you mumbled as you gave him a teasing smile.  

"Well, this personality got to fuck you so." He said as a smirk as he watched the way your face flushed at what he said.  

"I— you know what, get out."  

"Get out?" Hendery laughed as he placed a hand on his hand as if mocking offense. "Baby, you're stuck with me." He says as he gives you a devilish smirk.  

"Stuck with you? How?"  

"That's just how us incubus work princess." Hendery teased as he gave you a mocked look of sympathy.  

"Do I gotta get a witch in here to get you out of my life? Like I didn't ask for an incubus to come into my life." you said as you took hold of your phone and started to look into how you can get this man — well demon out of your life permanently.  

"Hate to break it to you princess but you're the one that summoned me here."  

"I— I did what?" you asked. There was no way this was true. How is it possible that you're the one that summoned him. This must be some sort of demon trick. "You're lying to me."  

"Demon don't lie. We speak the truth sweetheart." He said with an unreadable expression.  

"But you spin the truth..."  

"Always." He said with a smirk on his face.  

"So, I'm stuck with you then?"  

"That you are princess." He said as he gave you a smirk. 

Seeing the way the demon named Hendery looked at you right now, how are you not going to feel insane knowing that you have a demon companion? 

Only time will tell. 

[dalicia-fay]

Not my pic, credit to the original owner.

That shirt looks like it's made out of boyfriend material...I'll see myself out..

Stressful Day- DPR Live

Today was one of those days; Sarah called out sick again, so your asshole of a boss decided to dump her workload into your lap to take care of. Deadlines, blablabla, teamwork, blablabla, more deadlines. That was all you could hear your boss say as he handed you more paperwork. "Great, another late night," you thought to yourself as you sat it on your desk next to your own workload. Placing your earbuds in your ears, you picked up where you left off, determined to finish everything today so you would not have to return to it tomorrow.

Before you knew it, the clock on your computer showed 12am ‘shit, worked till midnight again’. You stood up and stretched, your body aching from all the time you spent sitting in that cheap little black office chair. You cleaned up your workspace, saved all the files you were working on, and turned off your computer. You picked up your purse and water bottle that your boyfriend, Dabin, sent with you this morning because "you gotta stay hydrated, babygirl" his words echoed in your head. He was always worried about your wellbeing and you his, considering you both tend to work until ungodly hours when work requires it.

Walking out of the building and hearing the exterior doors' automatic lock click made a small smile start to pull at your lips while you stood momentarily in the cool night air, letting out an exhale that felt like it had been trapped in your chest all day. You were ready to be home and curled in bed with your boyfriend. With that warm, fuzzy thought in mind, you made your way to your car to make your way back home.

 - - -

Walking into your apartment, you locked the door behind you before kicking off your black leather pumps that had been suffocating your feet all day. ‘That damn dress code is going to be the death of me.’ you thought while untucking your blouse from your dress pants, and you walked tiredly into your little kitchen. Opening the fridge, you began the hunt for something to eat, not noticing the male figure quietly sneaking up from behind you.

Before you realized what was going on, you felt hands slither around your waist, making you jump as you turned to look at the culprit. As you turned, Dabin picked you up, pinned your body to the now-closed fridge, and wrapped your legs around his waist. "Hey baby" he said with that signature smirk on his face, "Dabin, what the fuck?! Don’t sneak up on me like that!" You yelled, more surprised than anything but wanting him to feel guilty for his actions. Laughing a bit at your reaction, Dabin took a hand off your leg, gently caressing your face as he laughed, "I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I just missed my girl that's all." Moving your hands from his chest, you clasped them together against the back of his neck, playing with his short hair.

He always knew how to make you completely forget about the outside world, especially after a long day of work. ‘It’s like he can sense it,’ you thought as you leaned into his hand. "I missed you too" you said softly. "Today was an absolute shitshow," you sighed, running a hand through your hair, one of the many signs that signaled to Dabin that your work day was incredibly stressful. “Ah, well then...” Dabin spoke as he began carrying you to the living room, snagging a couple snacks and drinks along the way. “Tell me all about it, and don’t leave out any details!” He said this with emphasis on the details, as if you had watched the next episode of his favorite TV show without him. 

You and your boyfriend sat down on the couch, and you made yourselves comfortable by cuddling up on his lap. You then proceeded to recount the most frustrating aspects of your day at work, going into as much detail as possible. As you spoke, Dabin sat in content silence, humming and nodding in response to you every so often, so you knew he was listening to every word that you said. 

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After your rather lengthy rant, you laid your head on Dabin's chest and let go of the day's stress while listening to his heartbeat. "Thank you," you said in almost a hushed tone, Dabin barely hearing you. "For what?" he asked, gently rubbing his hands along your back. "For listening, being here for me, and simply being you," you replied. When you lifted your head to look your loving boyfriend in the eyes, you noticed a smile and blush on his face. "Of course, Y/N, I will always be there for you, no matter what." 

Leaning in to give him a kiss, you smiled as you felt him smile into it. Pulling away after a few moments, you laid your head back on his chest. His hands continued to stroke your back in a soothing manner until both of you fell asleep.

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(I hope you all enjoy this kind of short imagine...I will work on writing longer ones from here on out. Feel free to request anything and I’ll try to get to it as quick as possible! Thanks loves!!)

~Dalicia

[gimmethatagustd]

I love seeing you back 😭 (and as someone also going on interviews and all that atm, I feel you, it's so stressful 😫)

I want to know if the names are fic titles or just file names? (like how do you all have titles so easily? It's such a struggle for me, it's the last thing I have always 😭)

Then please tell me about baby fangs 😇🩸

🙏💜

i almost always make the file names also the fic titles! i have to have a title before i can write a fic usually

when gods bleed - based on the song "the gods can bleed" by dpr ian; the fic is about religion i always thought we could be perfect - idk how i came up with it tbh, but it's a break up fic baby fangs - in the fic, jimin is a vampire and his kid is a dhampir (half vampire, half human) and the kids at school make fun of him for being half, and they call him "baby fangs" cuz his fangs are smol 😔 artist's choice - it's literally just a drabble about a tattoo artist randomly choosing which tattoo to give his client lol ascetical - "practicing strict self-denial as a measure of personal and especially spiritual discipline; abstention from pleasure, comfort, and self-indulgence as a spiritual discipline." it's a fic about a detective who is searching for the serial killer he thinks killed his wife and he's really fucked up over it obviously faeries don't kiss - another simple one, it's a peter pan au where jimin is tinker bell and tae is peter pan, and tae's talking about learning how to kiss from humans and jimin is annoyed cuz he doesn't understand what that means

ANYWAY !!!!!!!!!! under the cut is a lil snippet of baby fangs 👀 i was supposed to finish it weeks ago but alas. jimin's kid is actually really funny and i lowkey love writing bratty teenagers

What’s strange, though, is that despite having a heartbeat, there’s something wrong with Insoo. Jungkook doesn’t know what it is, but he can smell it on him. Below the smell of the average fourteen-year-old teenage boy, there’s the musky smell of death — nothing acrid like one may expect, but something… musty and ancient, like the brittle wrappings of a mummy locked in a tomb or moldy books left out to dry yet still unsalvageable. Jungkook smells it on Jimin and himself, too. It’s distinctly vampire, nothing Jungkook would have been able to pick up on while he was still human. Now, though, his senses are heightened, and he can tell that Insoo isn’t right. Jungkook just doesn’t know what it is that’s making him smell like death when he’s very much alive.

It doesn’t matter. Jungkook shouldn’t even be here. There’s no point in solving mysteries about people he’ll never see again once he gets everything figured out.

Jungkook sits on the floor in the middle of the living room while he sorts through a small black suitcase. Since Jungkook isn't allowed to leave Jimin's apartment, Jimin had to go to Jungkook's to pick up some essentials — clothes, shoes, hygiene products, and his Nintendo Switch. Jungkook can't remember the state of his apartment when he left it, but judging by the solemn look on Jimin's face when he returned, Jungkook is sure it wasn't pretty.

"I'm from Busan," Jungkook answers quietly.

"By the beach?" Insoo asks.

Jungkook nods.

"Then why the fuck did you move to Seoul?"

"Insoo!" Jimin's voice booms through the apartment and rattles Jungkook's bones.

Rolling his eyes, Insoo finishes chewing his last few bites before saluting Jungkook with his chopsticks and mumbling around the rice in his mouth, "See you around, Jungkook-ssi. Wish me luck as I survive the perils of secondary education."

[blue-jisungs]

🎧 july jam session

hello! this is an event i decided to do… will i get it done? we’ll see 😭 but basically when i was writing the 5k special, ‘txt members as 5sos songs’, i was like! damn, that’s fun! and also i feel like i could have done a better job writing it, so i decided i’ll do this instead.

so… it’s kinda simple: writing for kpop idols and being inspired by songs i’ve been obsessed with in july! (now, it’s weird i’m talking about it in past tense even though july barely started but you get me… hopefully)

i might take lyrics literally , interpret it, write a thing based on one or two lyrics or just… write something that gives me the vibe of the song, or simply inspired me to write something random lol!

there’s no schedule since i still haven’t written everything yet lol, so only for the written ones there will be dates of upload!! i’ll link those that will be posted ofc 🫶 not promising to write everything… or maybe i’ll write more, that’s not listed yet!! inspiration is so amazing that u never know when it hits u!! anyways, i hope you enjoy!!! <3

daydreamin’ — ariana grande ,, c.soobin [ 2/07 ]

see you again — tyler, the creator && kali uchis ,, h. joshua [ 6/07 ]

locked out of heaven — bruno mars ,, c. yeonjun [ 9/07 ]

alcohol free — twice ,, m. yoongi [ 12/07 ]

strawberry sunday — dojaejung ,, p. jay [ 15/07 ]

kiss me — dpr live ,, h. jisung [ 18/07 ]

loco — itzy ,, junhan [ 21/07 ]

diamonds + and pearls — dpr ian, dpr live, peace. ,, k. soonyoung [ 24/07 ]

americano — lady gaga ,, l. heeseung [ 27/07 ]

item — stray kids ,, y. jeongin [ 30/07 ]

[kiwi2229]

My 2024 (spotify's version)

Let your Spotify predict your 2024! Shuffle your on repeat playlist and the first twelve songs represent your 2024!

thanks for the tag @steveahoi <3

So let's see how this year will go (please give me something good):

January: Softcore - The Neighbourhood

"Aren't we too young for this? Feels like I can't move."

February: The Beach - The Neighbourhood

"I'm sick, and I'm tired too. I can admit, I am not fireproof"

March: Sorry - Halsey

"So I'm sorry to my unknown lover. Sorry that I can't believe. That anybody ever really. Starts to fall in love with me."

April: Like All My Friends - Francis Karel

"I don't mind my empty bed. But sometimes I get lonely."

May: Drop The Game - Flume, Chet Faker

"You're in the wind, I'm in the water. Nobody's son, nobody's daughter."

June: Don't Go Insane - DPR IAN

"We've came so far, only to go insane" (Definitely not obsessed with the breathing part used in Jegulus tiktoks)

July: Birthday cake - Dylan Conrique

"But I think she'd want you to live like the world's on fire."

August: Ain't Met Us Yet - Matt Cooper

"I've read all of the books under romance. Hopin' to find you some day." (Not sure why, but it always reminds me of Jily)

September: Dust It Off - The Dø

"If you hold on to that past, don't you lock yourself inside." (Have you guys watched the movie I Origin? you should.)

October: Stay - Gracie Abrams

"Could you hold me without any talking? We could try to go back where we started". (Regulus to James when the war is coming.)

November: Coraline - Måneskin

"Coraline vuole il mare ma ha paura dell’acqua"

December: Run - Taylor Swift, Ed Sheeran

"Run from it all. We can go ahere our eyes can take us."

Not sure what to make out of this list... I guess we will have to wait and see.

Whoever wants to do this trend, just go for it! <3

[violentsinnxr]

TAG NINE PEOPLE YOU’D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER!

favourite colour(s): black/white/purple

favourite flavour(s): chocolate, savory stuff and meaaaat.

favourite genre(s): whatever houseki no kuni is categorized as.

favourite music: jpop / jrock / jrap / krnb / lo-fi stuff / games & anime soundtracks as well... but my top 2 artists are Eve and DPR, by far.

favourite movie: i rarely watch any but i'd say... Kimi no Suizou wo Tabetai.

favourite series: games - final fantasy, fire emblem, yakuza/ryu ga gotoku ; manga/anime - houseki no kuni, jojo's bizarre adventure, psycho-pass.

last song: sokodomo - LOL

last movie:  adam by eve: a live in animation

currently reading: blue lock, ron kamonohashi deranged detective, chainsaw man. (i only read mangas...)

currently watching: ...the way of the househusband.

currently working on: studying japanese again, starting to learn korean as well and getting my ffxiv na alt to the end of the msq... i may also be considering making a song cover but this is neither here nor there.

tagged by: @ragingsands & @shackld tagging: oh boy, here we go... @cxnvicts, @ephixltes, @wiildcardd, @shiningstages, @venenumroses and everyone seeing this and feeling like it'd be fun to do! feel free to grab it from me 🙏

[kpop-locks]

eu sei que vocês não estão aceitando pedidos, mas queria dar uma sugestão pra vocês. que seria fazer lockscreens do dpr live (aesthetic, edit ou simple). não sei se alguém acompanha ele, mas essa é a sugestão

amg olha a tag dele que ja tem lock, como vc mesma disse a ask ta fechada, não estamos aceitando pedidos e não trabalhamos com sugestões.

[reveluving]

Rules: spell your url with songs and then tag as many people as there are letters in your url.

Thanks for the tag, @edwardbaldwin! Using this opportunity to share with y'all my love for R&B-ish ❤

R: Rather Night Than Day (by EXID)

E: Eyes Locked, Hands Locked (by Red Velvet)

V: Velvet (by L.E.)

E: Eternally (by TXT)

L: Lovefool (by the Cardigans)

U: UN Village (by Baekhyun)

V: Venice (by Magdalena Bay)

I: Insomnia (by Yukika)

N: No Blueberries (by DPR Ian, Live & CL)

G: Gimme Love (by Joji)

No pressure tag: @sugapapichulo @violetmuses @lacontroller1991 @skvatnavle @madkovacs ❤