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[seokgyuu]

HI I LOVE UR WORK GENUINELY I WAS WONDERING IF U COULD DO A DRABBLE BASED ON THIS REEL, I DONT KNOW IF U CAN SEE IT LIKE THIS BUT JYK NOTHING NSFW IS SHOWN IN TH REEL ITS JUST THE PREVIEW(?) sort of idk how to explain it. It goes like the guy holds a really powerful massager in his palm and puts his index finger in a glass of water which shows the power of the massager, so I was thinking this scenario with any member of seventeen u like. JUST SO U KNOW U DONT HAVE TO DO THIS ITS COMPLETELY UP TO U AND AGAIN I REALLY REALLY APPRECIATE UR WORK AND U

https://www.instagram.com/reel/Cwc6bhup_ut/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

uhm hello. this has been sitting in my inbox for a while but I just saw this again and was like... yes! I'll write that. so, here you go!! i hope it's to your liking!!! and of thank you for your kind words!!<3

The Reel this is inspired by (kinda sfw??)

Pairing: Wonwoo x Afab!Reader

Smut Warnings: Fingering, usage of a massage gun as a helpful tool, multiple orgasms, squirting

MDNI!

Word Count: 555

Wonwoo is just a man. He is a man and he has ideas and sometimes this leads to things like these.

Things that have you crying actual tears as he holds the massage gun against his finger, the vibrations going straight to your abused clit. It’s too much and at the same time not enough. 

Your legs are shaking and your loud moans are filling the room because, how on earth did he even come up with this?! 

“Fuck, look at you,” Wonwoo’s eyes are glued to you behind his glasses, mouth dropped as he literally can’t stop staring at you and your fucked out form. You’ve cum already, twice! And he isn’t letting you go, he isn’t letting you breathe! And to make matters worse, he suddenly moves his hand and slides two fingers inside of you, the massage gun still right there, making his whole hand vibrate on the highest fucking setting.

‘That’s it’, you think, ‘this is how I die.’

You don’t die though - you just start crying harder, your pussy literally sucking in Wonwoo’s fingers like a starved man downs his water. 

“Shit, how good does this feel, baby?” He asks and you would have loved to answer him - if only your mouth would do anything else but moan and scream and just not form any coherent thought. Your brain is mush if it’s even still there in your head and not already gone. 

You feel yet another orgasm approach at rapid speed, Wonwoo’s long skilled fingers paired with the vibrations too much to handle inside of you. You screech and squirm, your hips are moving against his fingers and Wonwoo is practically drooling as he watches you, his ever so perfect girlfriend, lose all sense of control.

And then, you cum. But you don’t just cum, your body shakes and your crying intensifies because what the fuck is that feeling and why is everything suddenly so incredibly sensitive and - did you just pee?

Wonwoo’s cock has never been harder and never been closer to cumming untouched. You’re squirting all over his hands and over the gun and over the bed and he thinks this is heaven. The sounds you make are only the god damn cherry on top. 

“E-enough, f-fuck, Wonwoo, please!” You beg your boyfriend and he somehow hears you and comprehends your words even though he doesn’t really know how. He pulls his fingers out of you, his fingers that are full of your cum and he turns off the gun, throws it to the side and brings his hand covered in everything you to his hard cock that is still hidden behind his sweats and starts jerking himself off, the feeling of your juices around him enough to make him cum three strokes later. 

“I don’t think I can walk,” you say when you finally catch your breath. You haven’t even noticed Wonwoo getting himself off, too busy with trying to find your senses again. Wonwoo falls onto the bed next to you, hand now covered in both of your releases.

“I didn’t know you could do that.” He says. “I didn’t know I could do that.” You reply back. Then, the two of you fall into comfortable laughter, staring up at the ceiling and knowing full well this definitely was not the last time this happened.

[robinsno1lesbian]

Okay ngl im thinking about neighbor!robins duality, like normally she’s like a hyped up puppy who needs to take a nap. She’ll see reader and be like “my love!” And wrap her arms around your waist and not let you go until like 10 minutes later.

But the SECOND reader talks back, or say their wearing something revealing again. She’s squeezing their sides or hugging them behind and telling them what their in for the second their alone…

neighbor!robin x fem!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 971

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content! (MDNI), implied age gap (reader is 18+!), dirty talk, use of pet names, spanking (let me know if i missed anything)

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i feel like older! neighbor!robin has taken over my brain oh my god- to all those in my inbox: i see you and i promise I'll write for you too!

you have never met someone as two-faced as your neighbor before. never. one second, she's all sweet with you; hugging you from behind and holding you close. placing kisses on your cheek and nuzzling against your neck. at first, you were surprised to find out about her needy demeanor but once you got used to it, you found yourself enjoying those outbursts of hers.

you always make sure to hold her especially close when she gets like that, you hold her while she naps on your bed and cover her in kisses when the situation calls for it. but oh don't you underestimate her just because of that. she can flip like a damn switch and she will. you can hear footsteps approaching you from behind and you immediately know it's robin who has let herself in. she has your spare keys and must've seen your parents leave. you don't turn around, just call out a greeting. "honey I'm home" she replies jokingly, getting a chuckle out of you. just seconds later, you feel her strong hands wrap around your hips and her soft lips attach to the back of your neck. you sigh and lean against her. robin puts her chin on your shoulder as you bring your palm up against her cheek, stroking her skin softly. "i missed you" she mumbles, her palms roaming your sides. you close your eyes and take in the feeling of being held by her, her scent, her raspy voice this close to your ear. pure bliss. you know neither of you has really said it yet, but you can feel yourself falling for her more and more every day. it's so hard not to just hold her hand in public, to show everyone around you just how much this means to you. at least robin knows, or you hope she does. you turn around, her hold still lingering on your body, and wrap your arms around her. "i missed you too" her lips are on yours in a matter of seconds, kissing you sweetly. you kiss her back immediately, getting lost in the taste of her lips. so much, in fact, that you don't even notice when her hands wander lower and lower. only when she leans back, do you notice that she has both of her palms placed on your bare thighs. bare, because of the short skirt you chose to wear this morning. it hardly covers anything at all and if you were to bend over like this, you would give her a perfect view of your ass. you open your eyes only to find her glaring down at you already. her pupils are blown wide and her fingers are circling over your thighs. "what's this doll?" she gives your skirt a harsh tug. "a skirt" you talk back, knowing damn well where this is going. "what about it? you don't like it ms. buckley?"

over the course of the past months, you have learned just how to push that woman's button. and you have learned what calling her ms. buckley does to her. she bites her lip and gives you a somewhat hungry glare. "are you sure you want it this way doll?" she grabs your wrists and spins you around, already bending you over the kitchen counter slightly. there is a warning in her voice. a warning you choose to ignore. "what way?" you shrug and look over your shoulder. "you don't like my skirt?" her fingers tighten around your wrists and she just stares. and, while she's holding your gaze, her other hand pushes your skirt down your legs, revealing the black thong you're wearing beneath. "you wore this on purpose, didn't you? huh?" but before you can give her an answer, she lands a hard smack on your exposed ass. "answer me" she demands, before giving you another spank -harder than the first one. a whimper falls from your lips. "what was that? i can't hear you doll" "p-please" you whine, your nails scratching over the countertop in a desperate attempt to hold onto something.

"please" she mocks and laughs. "please, please, please...pathetic" the next smack causes your legs to buck, nearly giving in beneath you. but robin has a hold of you, supporting your body to stay upright and take it. "so; did you wear it for me? did you want this? wanted to get bent over and treated like a slut?" "robin i-" but she cuts you off. "answer me" you know that the marks of her hands must be forming on your skin already and, god, you hope they don't fade too soon. you give her a nod, fully aware that this won't do it. robin grabs a fist full of your hair and yanks you back, your back arching almost painfully.

"use your words like a good girl" she spits. "i- i wore it for you" you stumble over every word and it seems like your brain is too foggy to form a proper sentence. "wanted- wanted you to look" "oh i am looking" she mumbles in thought. "and i bet you love every second of this don't you? fuck i bet you’re soaked too" as if to test the theory, she pushes the little clothing piece aside and you feel her digits circling your entrance. you moan at the very first contact, your eyes rolling back involuntarily, and you throw your hips back against her fingers, practically begging for her to take you right then and there. you are punished by another smack that has tears spilling out of the sides of your eyes. "i didn't tell you to move" robin growls. "you wanted to act like a dirty slut so you're gonna be treated like one" you whimper but nod your head, willing to take all that she has to offer. she knows just as well as you do that you love this.

[watermelonlovershigh]

The Infamous Backstage After Sex Photo (SMUT/FLUFF) /blurb/

AN: the first thing i thought of after seeing this picture was how he kinda looked freshly fucked out so i came up with this. hope you enjoy. and don't forget to LEAVE FEEDBACK via INBOX or REBLOGGING, or COMMENTING!!

This story contains: very few dialogue, doggy-style sex on couch (kinda in public), fluff

{ husband!harry - dad-to-be harry - softrry - harry's house era - pregnant!reader }

word count: 1,081

Harry fucks you after his pre show shower in his dressing room in Munich and right after gets called out into the hall by his photographer Anthony to take a picture before he can get fully changed, leaving him looking freshly fucked in the photo.

Being heavily pregnant and on tour with your husband can get complicated. For one, you often don't even make it out to the audience to watch Harry perform because you end up falling asleep in his dressing room due to your pregnancy making you more tired. He is very understanding and honestly prefers you to stay in the dressing room backstage because that way he knows you're completely safe.

Another issue you have with traveling and being pregnant is you're always horny. Some women despise sex while carrying a baby in their stomachs but you can't get enough it seems. But unfortunately for you, Harry is super busy most of the time and can't always take care of your needs. Or even when he's not busy, there just isn't anywhere to do it where you have privacy. Sometimes though, your pregnancy hormones get the best of you and you couldn't give a shit where he takes you, as long as you get that dick in your pussy.

Today is a great example of that.

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Harry has already done stage rehearsals for his show in Munich Germany and had a few hours to kill before the concert starts tonight. In his free time, the two of you went and ate at a little cafe for lunch, went back to the hotel where Harry gave your swollen feet a massage as you took a nap (such a good husband), and now you're back at the venue, lounging in his dressing room.

For a while, you cuddle on the small sofa in the dressing room before Harry tells you he needs to go take a shower. "Do you have too?" you whine, already missing his warm touch.

Grabbing his black and white striped towel, Harry replies in a playful tone, "Yess, babe. But I'll make it quick." He walks the few feet back over to the couch you still laid on and bends down to give you a quick kiss on the lips. Then pads over to the bathroom connected to the dressing room and goes to take a shower.

While Harry is taking his shower, you get a sudden rush of horniness wash over you. Damn, pregnancy hormones you think to yourself. You sit up on the sofa and squirm in your seat, trying to take your mind off the throbbing between your legs. Unfortunately that doesn't work and you know as soon as your husbands shower ends, you'll be jumping his bones.

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About ten minutes later, Harry came walking out the steamy bathroom with his towel tied around his slender waist and his hair all damp and messy. As soon as he's sat down on the left side of the sofa, you're straddling his lap, the best you could with a large belly, and lean forward to hungrily kiss his lips. Harry's taken back for a second but then realises how quick your hormones change in this stage of pregnancy and don't question further.

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Needless to say, in the matter of seconds Harry had your clothes thrown off and you on all fours on the couch, fucking you in doggy. Doggy-style has been your go to sex position due to your large stomach getting in the way in most other positions. He made sure to have himself facing the door to keep a watch on it even though he locked it beforehand.

And it didn't take long for you to come around his cock. Not from the angle you were in and his fingers stimulating your clit. After Harry releases inside of your contracting pussy, he gently slipped out of you and helped you maneuver onto your back. Then he ran into the bathroom and got some toilet paper to clean you up so his cum didn't drip out onto the stadiums furniture.

Once your cunt was clean of your combined cum, Harry helped you get redressed and right as he was going to put on the outfit Harry Lambert hung up for him to wear on stage tonight, there was a knock on the dressing room door. Harry scrambled around until he found his towel on the floor and hurriedly wrapped it around his naked waist so he wasn't exposed.

After covering his lower half up, he rushes to the door and pulls it open to reveal his photographer, Anthony Pham. Anthony takes a good look at Harry in front of him and decides, "Let's take a photo out in the hall, H."

Harry was going to interject, knowing damn well Anthony knows what happened minutes prior in the dressing room by his crazy hair and panting breaths but wants to take a photo of him for his fans to go feral online. With a huff, Harry agrees with, "Fine."

He steps out into the venues hallway with his after shower slippers on and backs up to the white brick wall. You come wobbling out the dressing room door to watch this photo being taken and giggle at the thought of his fans either catching on to what happened minutes prior to this photo being taken or having no clue what happened minutes prior to this photo being taken.

Right as Harry goes to smile for the picture, Anthony hands him a blue medical mask to wear in case a lingering sickness is in the air because he can't afford to get sick on tour. Harry puts on the mask and reaches down slightly to grab onto the top edge of the black and white towel that's hung around his waist. Then his photographer gets into position and snaps a few shots of Harry with his camera in case any come out wonky.

"Alright, all done. Now go get your stage outfit on so I can take some backstage photos of you in it as well and not just you half naked, though I'm sure your fans wouldn't mind." Anthony mutters with a smile. Harry happily walks back into his dressing room with you following and shuts the door for privacy again. Then he quickly changes into his pink leather trousers with his white and pink striped top.

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A day or two later when that half naked photo of Harry got released from when he had his post sex hair and slightly sweaty body, his fans did in fact go feral. Some speculated what happened before this photo was taken but unlucky to them, they will never know for sure Harry fucked his pregnant wife in doggy, on a small sofa in his dressing room, right before that picture was taken.

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My Masterlist Masterpost

[rocheshire]

Men!!!

cw: implied fem!reader, referred to as girlfriend (or so ig)

a/n: no idea of word count i just wanted to warm up my writing gears. positive criticism appreciated, like, reblog, comment if you like this and would like to see a part 2 (which gosh i want aby to write so spam her inbox yall i wanna read the rest in her writing )

for a part 2 contact @/sanoinc cuz my brain ded

Your eyebrows twitch in annoyance as you stare at the unchanging google doc.

It's been 30 minutes already and Atsumu has yet to add another word to the document. You can see his cursor on the doc, and he told you he's researching what he's going to write.

But it surely wouldn't need thirty fucking minutes to research about MBTI types, would it?

You call him. The phone rings for a moment before Atsumu picks. "Hey babe, I'm still researchin'. Gimme a minute."

"Alright." You reply, crisp and short. You don't hang up, hoping he doesn't notice. And to your smug chagrin, he doesn't notice. You can hear the slight creak of his gaming chair as he twirls around, already imagining him putting the headphones around his neck back on.

And his next words don't disappoint you at all. "Hey, I'm back. Where were we?"

"Who was that?" It's faint but you can tell it's Osamu from the strong accent.

"Y/n. They have been pestering me with a stupid project. I'll do it later." His tone sounds carefree, ignorant of you seething on the other side of the phone. You throw your phone on the pillow, muting yourself worried you might say something in anger. Sighing, you fall back on the bed, project all but forgotten.

Yes, it carried no marks. But the topic was MBTIs, and learning more about the MBTI of your partner. You had taken a leave of two days from your part time job to get this group project done with. And a little part of you also wanted to have a little bonding time with your silly boyfriend.

So when he did what he did right now, it really grated on your nerves in the wrong way.

You sigh once again, and your roommate looks over. "What's got you sighing like that?"

"It's nothing," you wave it away, "Just a ruined project, and a ruined mood." You mumble the last part, not wanting to bother your bestie with your boyfriend troubles.

She doesn't get the hint, furrowing her brows as she asks, "Is it Atsumu again?"

You chuckle, nodding your head, "Yeah, kinda." Gosh, the entire world could tell when you were dissatisfied with your boyfriend. Everyone except him.

"Y'know, you can always play dirty." She winks at you.

Your mouth falls slack, "No. I'm not sending Atsumu a nude." Hell nah, you were not bold enough to do that. Your roommate was a risky little shit, but that didn't mean that you would let her influence your reasoning.

"Your call," She shrugs, knowing she couldn't persuade you unless you wanted it, "It works for me." She rolls back into the cocoon of her blankets, resuming to idly watch Instagram reels.

You bite your lip, pondering over the suggestion. The wheels whirr in your brain, frustration from your boyfriend's neglect, and anger from earlier clouding your judgment as you grab your phone and head to the dresser.

Sitting before the waist-length mirror, you pull off your tshirt, exposing your bra-clad skin to the mirror. Biting your lip, you open the camera, trying different poses and angles. You pout, reviewing the pictures, none of them seem appealing enough. The images are blurry and the lighting seems kinda dull.

"Want some help with that?" the cheery voice rings behind you. You laugh. Oh, you could you forget that little minx.

"Yes," you nod, "I'll treat you to fries." You promise.

Ro jumps off her bed in one fell swoop. She turns off the lights and switches on the LEDs she taped around the room for this sole purpose. Now bathed in a romantic red color, you glance at yourself in the mirror.

You have to admit you look hot. The lights do your skintone justice and it blurs your face, making it hard to realize who you are. Ro giggles mischievously, "Now comes the good part."

She smacks at your spine. "Ow!" you groan, arching your back. Grabbing your shoulder she whispers urgently, "Hold that pose." She straightens your shoulders out a bit, making your chest pop lewdly. But the lighting falls on your chest, reflecting a pretty red all over your exposed body. The shadow falls on your waist, making it look more appealing.

Ro hands you the phone, camera open and timer for 10 seconds started. She hurriedly sets the phone in your hand, leaping out of the way when 5 seconds are left, "Don't move!" she whispers. The camera shutters, capturing an image of you bathed in red and partially covering your face. You look at the image closely.

A smile lights up your face. The picture turned out very good, lewd but not pornographic, enough to tease. You haven't felt this hot in a while. And you like this. Turning to Ro, you exclaim, "We should do this more often!"

She laughs, "I do this all the time. You tell me when you wanna rile that bitch up again. I'll help you." Her smug smirk tells you she loves the idea of torturing others. And she would be down for another session later.

You send the image to Atsumu, clicking back to the phone call that's been going on for 45 whole minutes already. With bated breath you listen in on his conversation with Osamu.

"Hold up, 'Samu. I got a message from y/n on discord."

"Ya should really get working on the proj-"

There's a dull thud from the other side. You wonder what happened and as if answering your question Osamu hollers, "HOW THE FUCK DID YA JUST FALL OF THAT CHAIR, 'TSUMU-"

"I- JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, 'SAMU I-" Atsumu's muffled groans reverberate throught he phone and you giggle, accidntally hitting unmute on your phone.

The other side goes silent for a second. You hear shuffling from the other side and Atsumu's voice this time is clear as daylight as he exclaims, "Ya didn't hang up?"

You peep amidst laughter, "No- didn't-"

"Ya mean," you can imagine him drearily gulping, "Ya heard all of that?"

"I did." You smile, "And I didn't hang up cuz I wanted to tell you that," You lower your voice, mysteriously whispering, "You can get the uncensored version of that pic if you finish the theory work of the project tonight." You resolutely hang up, cutting his high pitched excited squeal off.

[thebangtancloud]

Frustrated- Jung Hoseok

"He's had a bad day and looks pretty frustrated, please take care of him."

Namjoon's message popped up on your phone, making you frown in worry. You've rarely encountered Hoseok on his bad days, and since it had been only 6 months since you started going out with him, you still had to lot to learn about him.

Previously, he would whine over the phone about his days, complaining about how things weren't turning out the way he wanted, but he always had a positive outlook towards his struggles. He never truly showed you the insecurities and pain he hid behind the wall that he built around himself.

But now, things looked pretty serious, considering the text from Namjoon, except for which your inbox was pretty much empty. Which meant that Hoseok hadn't replied or called. Which meant he didn't want to share his pain with you.

Staring down at your phone, you wondered what you could possibly do to make your boyfriend feel better. Should you text him asking about his day? Should you give him a call? Would it be okay to show up uninvited? You hadn't been to Hoseok's apartment without him asking you to come over first, and you didn't want to cross any lines. But Namjoon's message replayed in your mind again,

"...please take care of him."

Deciding that physically being with Hoseok would be better, you changed into a comfortable pair of leggings and an oversized yellow hoodie, quickly grabbing your phone and walking towards your car. The drive to his apartment was about 20 minutes, enough time for you to figure out a way to comfort him to the best of your abilities.

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With trembling fingers, you rang the bell to his apartment, your heart pounding. The drive was nerve wracking, you couldn't possibly begin to imagine how the usual ball of sunshine would react to someone trying to comfort him. The thought that the boys couldn't help him and that they had to reach out to you instead scared you.

Yet, you tried to assure your mind that everything would be alright, that this was a milestone that you had to reach and overcome in your relationship. Hoseok had already witnessed you breaking down in front of him a few weeks ago, due to extreme stress and the fact that you were away from your family. Being the angel that he is, held you close and let you cry as much as you wanted, simply placing his hands on your back firmly to let you know that he was there.

And that's what you finally decided you were going to do. You were going to show him that you were there, with him, for him, behind him, so that if he ever happens to fall, you'd be there to catch him.

The door opened about two minutes later.

"(Y/N)?" His voice was rough and blunt.

"Hi." You waved at him, a small smile on your lips.

He looked at you for a moment with furrowed eyebrows, his eyes travelling around the place as he tried to recollect something.

"Were we supposed to meet? I'm sorry, I don't remember planning anything." He spoke, still standing at the entrance, glued to his spot.

"Um...no. We didn't plan anything. I just wanted to see you." You answered quietly.

"Ah..." He trailed off, glancing at your shoes.

"Well? Aren't you going to let me in?" You inquired, feeling embarrassed at how awkward the situation was turning out to be.

"Uh...I'm actually a little- I'm kinda doing something right now, a little busy." He tried to make up an excuse, which made your heart sink a little.

"Oh okay, I'll let you be then." You shrugged, staring at him for a while before taking a step back and waving again. You then turned around and began to walk towards the elevator, tears springing to your eyes. He didn't let you in, not just into his house, but into his life. He didn't share his pain with you, and that hurt you to no end.

"Wait!" He called out when you were just a few feet away from the elevator. You turned around, expecting him to come running after you, but he stood right there, looking at you with an unreadable expression.

"Come inside." He finally spoke, moving into his house and opening the door wider. You hesitated momentarily, before walking back into the apartment, letting him close the door behind you.

He didn't greet you like he usually did, no hugs, no kisses and giggles, no reminding you of how much he missed you. He just stood awkwardly at a painful distance before motioning you over to the lounge.

"Hobi, I can leave if you want. We can meet later." You tried to reason, unsure that if you stay, you might just end up making things worse.

"No, it's okay. I don't really have work, I don't know why I said that. I was just surprised to see you." Hoseok explained, sitting on the couch opposite yours.

You just nodded, genuinely unsure of what to do. He was clearly drawing the line between the two of you, and you weren't so sure of how to approach him anymore. Clasping your hands together, you looked around at the surroundings, before your eyes landed back on your boyfriend's frame in front of you.

Hoseok was hunching over his knees with his elbows resting on them, a deep frown etched onto his features.

"What's wrong?" You softly asked him, somehow afraid of his reply.

"Nothing." He smiled tightly.

You nodded again, growing silent. This was way harder than you thought it would be.

You patted the empty spot on the couch next to you a few times, trying to catch his attention.

"Come sit next to me."

Hoseok's eyes trailed to the spot that you tapped, then to your eyes, and then back to the couch, hesitation clear in his eyes. He then averted his gaze, looking towards the kitchen, ready to use another excuse to escape.

"Do you want a drink?" He couldn't help but sigh when he noticed the incredulous expression that grew on your face. You scoffed lightly, closing your mouth that was once agape after hearing his response.

"I think I should just go." You announced, standing up and looking him dead in the eye. He then nodded, dropping his head slightly in defeat. He knew he was being unreasonable, but he wasn't used to people crouching into his personal space, and after an exceptionally difficult day, he just wanted to be alone, or so he thought.

Your next move surprised him, to say the least. The tiny gasp that left his mouth didn't stop you from doing what you eventually thought was the only option left. You marched forward towards your boyfriend, grabbing onto his face and pulling it down to yours, meeting him halfway by lifting yourself up on your toes, carefully kissing his lips. You took your time to mould your lips together, consciously trying to ignore his eyes that were as wide as dinner plates.

Initially, you felt him pull away slightly, but you only wrapped your arms around his neck, placing one hand behind his head to pull his face closer to yours. Knowing that there was no way escaping this, Hoseok let his eyes flutter close, slowly raising his hands to rest on your lower back. He relaxed his shoulders and kissed you back slowly, sighing into your mouth.

Taking blind steps forward, you began to push at Hoseok's chest, gently guiding him by his arm, until his back hit the wall behind him and his lips detached from yours with a small 'umph'. His eyes were glazed over and unfocused, still holding onto you as he tried to blink away the haze that occupied his brain. Which, of course, you didn't let happen.

Before he could catch his breath again, you smashed your lips back onto his, smirking when a low groan erupted from the base of his throat. You didn't try to deepen the kiss and neither did he, the both of you content with the closeness of your skin and the electricity that surged through your bodies with each touch.

Hoseok no longer thought of the struggles that he faced that day, neither did he remember anything, except the feeling of your lips on his, the feeling of your fingers gripping onto his hair, the feeling on your body curving into his as his arms pulled you even closer. And that's when he realised that you were what he needed. And you were there with him when he needed you.

After just a few moments, you pulled away, chuckling softly when you noticed a string of saliva connecting your lips.

"Ew, gross." He giggled, his fingers reached up to wipe at his mouth.

"Wow, I haven't kissed you like this in so long." You mentioned, suddenly unable to remember the last time you both shared such a fiery and passionate moment together.

Hoseok sighed, before pulling you closer and resting his forehead on your shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I haven't been treating you right." He mumbled, subconsciously drawing circles on your back with his finger.

"It's okay sunshine, I'm here now, everything will be fine." You assured him.

He nodded, before pulling back and grabbing your hand, dragging you to the couch. Making you sit comfortably near the armrest, he lay down next to you and placed his head on your lap.

He took in a deep breath, blinking several times.

"I've had such a bad day..." He frowned, grabbing your hand to play with your fingers.

You simply traced the outline of his ear, remaining silent, urging him to continue.

"My body is getting tired, and for the past few days, I feel like my knees are giving way. I can't seem to dance for long, and my ankles hurt so bad even when I'm doing simple dance moves." He began, letting his eyes shut so that he could concentrate and segregate his emotions.

"The boys understand of course, but I somehow feel like I'm letting them and ARMY down. Speaking of ARMY, this morning I saw a comment while I was live. She was praising Jin hyung's looks at first, which made me happy. But then she suddenly compared Jin hyung to me, somehow thanking God that Jin hyung didn't have a flat face like mine. I mean- why? Why would they even say something like that?"

Your eyebrows furrowed at the change in the tone of his voice. Your fingers twitched in anger, finding it difficult to believe your ears. Hoseok wasn't one to pay attention to negative comments, but given the already existing pressure and drawbacks, this rude comment seemed to add to the pile of his frustrations.

"You don't have a flat face sunshine. Yes, Jin does have exceptional features, but your face is well balanced and sculpted. You have just the right amount of fierceness in your eyes, your nose isn't too big or too small, and your smile is the prettiest thing I've ever seen. It makes me, and millions of Armies so happy. You have to believe me, because I know." You smiled delicately at the boy in your arms.

You leaned down and kissed his temple, continuing to carress his hair.

"I feel so bad, I didn't mean to, but somehow, I was taking out all my frustrations on Jin hyung today." Hoseok let out a shaky breath, clearly exhausted from the emotional tension.

"It's okay honey boo, you're only human. Allow yourself to make mistakes once in a while, because that's the only way you will learn and grow. Remember, two steps forward and one step back is still one step forward." You cooed.

After a long silence, Hoseok opened his eyes and turned his head to look at you.

"(Y/N), you know that I love you right?" He whispered.

You nodded, your lips tugging up into a loving smile.

"Yes baby, and I love you more." You leaned down to peck his lips. He barely even noticed it, still deep in thought.

"I'm sorry for treating you so rudely. That was very bad of me." He apologised guiltily, tears welling up in his eyes. You simply shook your head at him, smiling.

"You were just what I needed, and thankfully, you showed up right when I needed you. Thank you so much Jagiya. I truly don't deserve you." He stared into your eyes, one hand reaching behind your head to pull you down into another sweet kiss.

"Don't thank me, this is what we are together for. We don't just love each other, but we comfort and motivate each other, we become a shoulder to cry on, happily lending an ear when the other needs it, and constantly looking out of the ones you love." He gazed at you in amazement, clearly impressed by your words of wisdom.

"You're right." He whispered, shaking his head in disbelief. He just couldn't believe how sweet and patient you were with him, holding him close and allowing him to release his pent up frustrations. It wasn't an easy task, and he felt bad for making things even more difficult for you initially.

"I can't believe I almost sent you away when you came home to meet me. I feel pathetic." He scoffed at himself, pulling your fingers closer to his chest.

"It's okay Hobi, you were frustrated, everyone has days like this, at least you have the boys and me. I pity the people who have to face these struggles all alone with no one to talk to." You sighed.

He looked up at you in surprise, realisation dawning on his features.

"I never thought of that," he suddenly shot up, startling you. Sitting cross legged in front of you, he clutched your hands tighter, eyes searching yours desperately.

"I promise," he began,

"I promise I will never let you face difficult times alone. I can't stop the unfortunate events that might happen to you, and I would take them away if I could, but the least I could do is stay with you and comfort you, just like how you did with me." He shook your hands as he spoke, an innocent and sincere expression present on his features, making him look so cute that you began to laugh.

He looked at you with wide eyes, raising his eyebrows in question.

"I'm sorry baby, you just looked so cute," you gushed, moving a hand to your mouth to cover it as you giggled.

"I'm being serious!" He pouted.

"I know Hobi, I know. And I trust you. I know you'll always be there with me. Thank you." You smiled.

He shook his head again, the pout not leaving his lips. "I love you. I love you so much." He confessed.

You began to laugh again, somehow unable to think of what was actually funny, before leaning forward and wrapping your arms around his shoulders, hugging him close.

"I love you too, my sunshine." You kissed the skin of his neck softly. He relaxed into your embrace, moving the two of you back so that he was laid on the couch and you were lying on top of him.

"Thank you for today, really. I probably would've sulked and beaten myself up the whole night if it wasn't for you..." he suddenly trailed off, chest stiffening in thought.

"Wait, how did you know I had a bad day?" He inquired, moving his head to look at your face.

You only smirked in response, a tiny giggle leaving your lips.

"Oh, I'm don't know... A little birdie told me that my boyfriend needed a hot kiss, so I came running over." You teased, watching with joy as his head fell back in laughter, slapping your butt slightly.

"Damn...that kiss was hot indeed." He confirmed, sighing in content.

"But seriously, I'll make it up to the boys too. They are really the best brothers I could ever ask for." He smiled.

Hoseok finally let his thoughts settle, happiness filling his heart when he realised that the people who meant the most to him were trying to hard to support and comfort him. The words that you had spoken replayed in his head, constantly thinking of new ways to show his appreciation to the boys, and thanking his lucky stars to have been blessed with a beautiful angel that lay close to his heart.

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I swear, BTS has taught me so many valuable lessons, and I'm going to keep them close to my heart, forever. 💛

Masterlist.

[hyunsuks-beanie]

Come With Me

Culinary major! Soobin x food vlogger! reader; just some teeth rotting fluff

Word Count: 3.35k words

Mellow speaks: So I finally completed this long overdue and super fun request!!! Honestly, writing this was just so amazing, and I kinda drew Y/N based on my own self, so I hope you enjoy reading it!!

Rushing into his apartment, Soobin didn't waste a single minute in discarding his bag on the floor, rushing towards his laptop and turning it on. As the screen booted, the final-year culinary major prayed to the gods for the livestream to not have started yet. The winner of the contest from last month was to be announced at the beginning of the stream, and even though Soobin didn't have any hopes of him winning, he couldn't help the tiny voice at the back of his head saying, "What if?."

He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard a voice, sweet and velvety as always. There you were, on his screen, the biggest of smiles plastered on your face, making him feel warm all over. Y/N L/N, his favorite food vlogger in the world, ready to start another livestream. Soobin had always been more of a silent supporter, his introverted self being too shy to even post a comment under any of your videos, partly because you had a habit of replying to as many of those comments as possible, and he knew for a fact that he would combust on the spot if you were to ever reply to his praises of you.

You see, he greatly admired your love for food and your wanderlust. He was also a great fan of the way you spoke, and the way you articulated your ideas and thoughts. Truth be told, he genuinely liked you, and not just your voyager self. Watching your videos over the years, he had found himself developing a small crush on you, knowing full well that it was probably just him being starstruck. So, gathering all the bravery he had, the boy had finally pressed "Send" on the application form for the competition on the last day, after contemplating it for God knows how long.

There had been only one question on the form, asking respondents to describe what food meant to them. A smile had graced Soobin's lips as you answered it, pouring in his most sincere thoughts on everything culinary. What had pushed him to participate, you ask? It had been the prize, of course. A chance to hang out with none other than you yourself, through a one-on-one video call. He had always wanted to see you in person, to tell you how much your vlogs meant to him. How they had helped discover his own love for food, had helped him find his happiness in the kitchen.

And that had brought him to right now, biting on his fingernails as he listened to your regular introduction, one that he knew by heart and repeated after you, subconsciously. "Hey my food-holics! How are all of you doing today? Hale and hearty, I hope!," you said, following up quickly with a brief overview of the contest, before announcing the winner, as Soobin waited with bated breath. "All your answers were amazing, and I could relate to so many of them! It really sucks that we can only have one winner, since you're all winners to me!," you smiled, and he caught himself copying your expression. "So now, the winner of the contest, and the person who gets to be my new friend, is @aglio_olive!!," you exclaimed, clapping your hands as your eyes crinkled up in joy.

The fact that you had just announced him as the winner of registered belatedly, as Soobin was busy gushing over how adorable you had looked while clapping. He felt his mouth drop open, finding it hard to focus on what you said next. "I'll be contacting you via email shortly," you had said, and that was all it took for the rest of the livestream to go by in a blur for him, as he waited for your mail, checking and re-checking his inbox every two minutes. But it wasn't until the next day that he finally received what he had been peeling his eyes out for. An email from your official account (or that's what he figured), informing him that the meeting would take place on the coming Saturday, at 6:00 pm. Now all he had to do was wait three days, but it was easier said than done.

By the time Saturday rolled around, Soobin was equal parts bubbling with excitement and panicking with nerves. Reluctant to trust his own fashion choices, he had called over his best friend, Yeonjun, hoping to get some much needed guidance. "Should I wear this suit? Or will simple tracks be better?," he had asked, making the older boy shake his head as he patted him on the back. "My friend, Y/N's neither your professor, nor your friend. You're meeting them for the first time, so why don't you just wear something comfortable, that would make them feel at ease too?," he smirks, throwing a plain blue hoodie his way.

As the clock struck 6:00, Soobin found himself seated at his study table, ready to start the meeting. He had even prepared cue cards to help him if he got stuck, and they were propped conveniently next to the laptop. He reached out for them, but just at that moment, his screen came alive with someone waving at him with a smile on their face. Awestruck, he simply waved back, too tongue-tied to say anything. "Wow," he thought to himself, "They look so much better without makeup." A couple seconds later, a new kind of panic set in. "Am I staring too hard? Is it creepy? Should I look down? No but I need to keep eye contact!"

Little did he know, you were having similar, if not identical thoughts. "Wow, no one told me he was gonna be this cute. Blue suits him so well! I'm no staring, am I? Should I speak first? Or should I wait for him to say something?" This finally resulted in the both of you speaking at the same time, something you would later smile about. Because saying "How are you? I'm Soobin," and "I'm Y/N! How are you?," helped you crack into laughter, breaking the ice and easing the awkwardness. Once you had gotten past the niceties, it was time to get to know each other better. The cue cards lay unused, as Soobin just spoke about whatever came to mind, praising your vlogs and thanking you for teaching him more about cuisines. You, on the other hand, took the time to get to know him better, asking him questions about what it was like to study culinary science, something you had never gotten the chance to do.

The hour-long virtual meeting flew by in the blink of an eye, or so it seemed to the both of you. Talking to you, Soobin didn't once feel that you were a stranger or that he was just a fan. You seemed like a genuine and warm person to him that he couldn't help but admire you even more than he did before. To him, somewhere during the meeting, you stopped seeming like a famous vlogger anymore, and instead, all he saw you as was a friend. You, on the other hand, had made up your mind about him being the most interesting person you had ever met, and couldn't stop a sad sigh from escaping your lips as you looked at the time. "Well, Soobin. It's been a pleasure meeting you," you had said, making him smile wistfully.

The moment he had logged out of the meeting, he found himself missing you. He thought back on how nice you had been, smiling when he pictured your face, your hair slightly messy but not too unkempt, an oversized hoodie thrown over your body. To him, it had honestly felt like he was conversing with a friend, and he couldn't bring himself to let such an amazing person walk out of his life. So, without thinking, he began typing out an email to your account, his finger hovering just above the "Send" button. He stopped short though, realizing that your official account wasn't meant for personal mails, and realizing that he had no other means to contact you. Pouting, he fell face-first onto the bed, his energy going down all of a sudden.

He woke up to a "ping," indicating an email on his phone. Unlocking it, he noticed a mail from an account he had never contacted before. Clueless, he clicked on it, the phone nearly falling out of his hand as he read through it. It had been you, after all, reaching out to him through your personal account, and telling him that you had loved talking to him, and would like to be his friend. And thus began the most beautiful friendship either of you had ever forged, full of memories even though you hadn't met each other.

Late night video chats and good morning calls became a ritual, and Soobin found himself busily typing away on his phone every free second he got. You told him all about your escapades and trips, sending him photos and urging him to try cooking whatever you ate and whatever you liked. He, on the other hand, would teach you to cook, sending you tips and giving you suggestions on what to eat. Food was an intergalactic part of the relation you shared, but it was far from being the only thing.

When things got hard for him, you were there to push him towards his dream, reminding him day in and day out that he would have to give in his all to achieve it. "You'll be the greatest chef one day, Soob," you'd giggle, causing him to let out a whine as he said, "How would you know? You haven't even tasted my cooking yet!" He too, was there to provide you a taste of what it felt like to be grounded to one place, to have everything you wanted right next to you. He was there for you to cry to when someone posted a nasty comment under you video, and he was there to virtually feed you when you missed a home-cooked meal. Inside jokes became a thing, as did bitching about classmates and complaining about managers.

Over time, your friendship started blossoming into something more, as Soobin found himself catching feelings, real feelings, for you. The way you smiled, the way you would bite your nails just like him as you went through what people had to say about your videos, the way you cracked stupid jokes and laughed at them alone, he found himself loving them all. He had given his heart out to you, and he didn't want to take it back. You, meanwhile, had been a bit more careful of your feelings, wary of harboring any hopes for a long-distance relationship. But over time, you too, found yourself drowning into the oceans that were his eyes, watching the way his lips moved through the screen, imagining them on yours. Over time, you too, felt your feelings grow, but being your stubborn self, you didn't act on them.

Days turned into months, and soon enough, you were keeping Soobin company through his late night study sessions, talking to him in the hopes of keeping him awake. Helping him prepare flashcards, and letting him teach you a full four-course meal so that he could practice for his practical exams. "What are you gonna do once you graduate?," became a regular question you posed towards him, and every time, it was the same reply. "I don't know yet, Y/N. I want to do something like you. I want to travel the world and learn about different cuisines first-hand."

As Soobin's exams drew nearer, you found yourself bring just as worried as he was, worried about how he'd fare in the examinations, worried about what he'll do when he gets his degree. But keeping your concerns aside, you did your best to push him to do his best, study that last chapter, practice that last technique, memorize that last recipe. "I just wanna sleep, Y/N," he'd whine, only to have you let out a giggle at how adorable he looked. "It's for your own good, bub," you'd reply, your smile somehow managing to give him the strength to put in just a little extra effort.

Seeing him work so hard, you couldn't help but want to give him a surprise by congratulating him in person when he graduated. So, you decided to plan a trip to Seoul, shooting a film vlog just an excuse to finally meet your closest friend, and the person you had a crush on. You had initially wanred to keep the plan a secret, but soon realized what a waste it would be to not use it to your advantage. And so started your ingenious way of getting Soobin to hit the books. "I'm coming to Seoul after your exams, but I'll meet you only if you put in all your effort," you'd tell him, repeating it like a mantra day in and day out.

In response, the boy would pout and whine about how he "hated" you, but started putting in double the effort, just to make you proud. Your tactic seemed to work, but Soobin was still nervous. Nor about the theory, but about the practical exams. "What if I don't do well on the exam? It happens all the time on Masterchef," he said one day, looking into your eyes as you attempted to calm him down. "I know you'll nail it, Binnie," you replied, smiling at him through the screen. "Just think about what makes you happy while you cook, and you'll be good to go." As if on a whim, Soobin muttered out a soft, "You," causing your breath to hitch as you asked him to repeat. "You make me happy," he said again, looking down as he felt his cheeks growing warm. You couldn't help but smile at his sudden confession, sending a virtual kiss his way. "Now go study, you idiot," you giggled, proceeding to tell him about your day as he pored over his books.

The day of his practical exam rolled by, and as you had said, Soobin decided to cook while thinking of something that made him happy. He thought back on the day when you had told him about a delicacy from a city you had visited, and had convinced him to teach you how to make it. The memory alone made a smile appear on his lips, reminding him of how happy the two of you were. And so, that's what he cooked, passing his exam with flying colors. He was so happy he could have kissed you if you were there, and he told you that, causing a laugh to escape your lips. "I'll be there soon," was all you said, fighting to control your excitement.

Soobin passed with flying colors, earning his degree fair and square. And the one person he wanted to thank for it, was you. As you had promised him, a week later found you roaming the streets of Seoul, as you hurriedly made your way towards his college, ready to finally meet him at his convocation. Climbing up the stage to accept his degree, his eyes were busy scanning the crowds, eager to see your face. When he couldn't find you, however, he felt his smile falter, as he took in a gulp.

"Where are you Y/N?," he thought to himself, hand itching to check his phone that was lying in his back pocket. You had told him you'd be here on time, so then, where were you? Just as he feels himself falling deeper into his thoughts, he (like everyone else in the hall) hears footsteps running down the corridor, finally revealing you standing at the entrance, out of breath and with a huge smile stretching across your face. "You're here," he mouthed, his smile matching yours, as you replied with a simple nod and a "Congratulations," your eyes brimming with tears of joy for the boy.

Accepting his degree, Soobin walked off the stage to sit with his classmates, eyes meeting yours every so often as he tried to fight the urge to rush to you and hug you. Once the ceremony ended, neither of you wasted a second in finding each other, throwing yourselves into a hug long overdue. It didn't feel weird as you snuggled your face into his convocation robe, and it didn't feel weird as he did the same into your hair. Pulling away, you just couldn't hide the smiles that threatened to take over your entire face, taking each other's hand as Soobin left you to his parents. "Mom, Dad, this is my friend Y/N," he introduced, and his mom didn't miss the spark in her son's eyes as he looked at you.

Once you were done with the niceties, the two of you made your way out into the city once Soobin had handed his robe over to his mom. Walking the streets with him, with you cracking jokes and him pointing out tourist sights to you, you felt something you had never felt, no matter how many cities you visited. A sense of comfort, a sense of belonging. You felt like you were home for the first time in ages, and it was all because of the guy walking next to you. As if on a whim, you whipped out your video-camera, switching it on and turning it to yourself. Soobin belatedly realized what you were doing, when he heard you recite you introduction. Looking at you in shock, he felt his mouth fall open as he heard you say the words, "Friend," "Soobin," "Featuring," "Guide," in quick succession, piecing the sentence together in his brain.

"Y/N! What are you doing??," he whined, looking down to hide his face. "Awww Soobinnie is shy!!! Sorry guys, it's his first time," you cooed, a giggle escaping your lips as you turned your camera off, trying to convince him to feature in your vlog. "But I won't know what to say!!," he retorted, making you snicker. "Just take me out to eat somewhere tell, and tell the camera why you like the place you like and the food you like. It's not that hard!," you replied, and after much convincing (and some borderline begging), he finally agreed.

He showed you all his favorite eateries and restaurants, gawking at the insane discounts you got him, and just enjoying watching you eat in person, sharing his food. By the time evening rolled out, the two of you were full to your throats, looking out over the river from the bridge. "Thank you Y/N," Soobin said, turning to look at you. "For today, and for everyday. For being there for me, and for being the best friend I have ever had, and more." "Thank you too, Soob," you replied, your eyes stinging as you looked up at him. "Thank you for making me feel at home. Thank you for becoming my home." You hadn't noticed just how close your faces had become, both of you having leaned in subconsciously. Finally, Soobin closed the gap, your lips meeting his in a kiss that's full of the pent-up love and emotions.

His lips were soft against yours, molding with yours like two pieces of the same puzzle. Pulling away, a smile graced your lips as you looked up at him shyly, whispering an "I like you," causing him to repeat your words and adding a "too," cheeks rising up in a smile. Biting you bottom lip, you say, "Come with me," making him tilt his head in confusion. "You said you wanted to be like me. To learn about cuisines first-hand. Then come with me. I don't want to be away from you, I want to be with you 24/7, and not virtually. I want to talk to you in person, to hug you, to kiss you." You notice his smile growing wider, and so you ask, "So, what do you say?," as he replies by placing his lips back on yours.

[forsworned]

[✩] collegeau!anonymous admirer. {moniwa kaname x reader}

Genre: Fluff

Categories: F/M

Relationships: Moniwa Kaname/Reader

Word count: 1,412

a/n: hello dropping another oldie while i work on request, should b a student genya x reader that i got from ao3 but just a reminder that i don't do underage nsfw or anything nsfw or sexy themed cuz that's extremely weird, but if you wanna drop a request in my inbox please b sure to read my faq thanx

Every morning you'd wake up and check your tumblr to have a little message in your inbox from the seemingly same anon with a cute pick-up line. At first you thought that maybe you had reblogged something along the lines of "fill my ask", but it started to become a routine. It was never anything raunchy or lewd, just cheesy, cute one-liners that'd make you smile to yourself. Though, you had really appreciate whoever was sending them to you, you were starting to get really curious. Who could they be? Someone thousands of miles away or just around your area? It was hard to decide. You sighed as you shut down your laptop and slid it under your bed. You really shouldn't have been on your laptop at such a late hour. Finals week started tomorrow and you were beyond nervous. Sure you had studied but you always felt a bit on the edge during these five days. The thought of your anonymous admirer was the last thing on your mind before you drifted off to sleep. At least, they'll keep me positive throughout the week.

But you were wrong. It had been five days. Five days your inbox had been empty. Five days since they had last messaged you and you were actually beginning to feel a bit upset. Had something happened to them? Had you reblogged or posted something that they found offensive and possibly unfollowed you for it? You let out a groan as you spread your arms across your mattress and lay flat against your back. At least finals week was finally over and you could relax. Your phone made a small noise and you reached over your dresser to check whatever the notification you had just received. You almost jumped for joy when you had saw that you got a message on tumblr. Quickly logging on from your laptop, you clicked on your inbox, though it had a similar choice in pick-up lines it wasn't your typical anon. It was... "k-name?" You voiced aloud as your face scrunched in confusion. But then it hit you. You could finally find out who your anon admirer was! Your heart raced as you clicked on the icon and revealed the mystery person's blog. There wasn't much information, just a small quote on the bio: "Forever an Iron Wall" Hmm... That sounded a bit familiar. As you racked your brain for something that could connect to the quote, you hovered over the links and found the appearance link. Jackpot. Hurriedly, you had clicked on it but it was as if your laptop sensed your urgency and wanted to fuck with you because it was loading insanely slow. "C'mon you slow piece of shit." You muttered to yourself. A few agonizingly slow moments later, the page had finally loaded and your mouth dropped as you laid eyes on him. "Mo-moniwa Kaname?!" You exclaimed. Your face nearly burst into flames as you threw yourself back onto your bed and raked your hands through your hair, shaking your head in disbelief. No way, it just couldn't be him. You were dreaming. Getting back up again you scrolled through the many photos he had posted. Most of them with his teammates and some shots of him throwing the ball up into the air.  Moniwa had been someone you admired from afar. His spirit and gentle personality is what attracted you to him, but being the shy person you were, you never approached him. You went back to your inbox and read over the pick-up line. How was heaven when you left it? And there is was again, that overwhelming feeling in the pit of your stomach whenever you saw him or were anywhere around him. How would you even begin to reply? You fingers hesitated over your keyboard before you hastily replied. Heaven is anywhere you are You slightly cringed at how cliche that sounded, but as you tried to click on the text box to undo it your mousepad had acted a bit out of sorts and pressed on the answer privately button. Oh shit. "NO!" You exclaimed, as you slapped your face and fell onto your side. What have you done?! Now you really ruined any chance you possibly had with your crush. That night it was safe to say that you didn't get much of any sleep.

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Waking up you felt as if you hadn't even fallen asleep at all. Your mind was murky as you washed up, dressed and got onto your campus shuttle. As you plopped onto the seat, you let out a small groan as your threw you head back and stared up at the ceiling of the moving train. "No sleep?" The voice resonated in your ears and you took a moment before you turned to the stranger. Though your reaction was delayed, you could barely believe who was seated right next to you at that very moment. "Mo-moniwa-san?!" You near shrieked, as you stood up straight and looked at him with ample eyes. His cheeks were tinged a rosy hue as he bit back a laugh. You turned a few grouchy college student heads due to your random outburst and you sulked a bit as you felt your cheeks warm. "I-I mean, weird seeing you here..." "Really? We've been riding the same train for the past three months." He replied. Your attention now fully on him as he looked down at the floor, expression slightly saddened. Had it upset him that you never noticed him on the same train as you?  Well, of course you idiot. Who wouldn't be upset? He laughed a bit as he looked out the train window and you tilted your head to the side in confusion. "I mean, I guess that makes sense since I'm probably overshadowed by much better looking guys." He sighed and rest his palm on his chin as he wandered through his thoughts. "That's ridiculous." You said a bit too quickly. His feline like eyes shifted towards you and you gulped a bit as you continued on. The morning sunlight shone on his form, giving him a celestial glow and your lips parted in as you gawked at him in pure awe. Your mouth moving with your mind. "Heaven is anywhere with you." His breath seized as he realized what you had spoken and you clamped your mouth shut. The train had come to a stop and you grabbed your belongings and rushed through the doors. Shit. Shit. Shit.  Had you really just fucking said that?! A far but audible, "hey!" could be heard though you didn't stop. A hand on your shoulder had given you quite a fright as your whole body tensed. Damn, you thought you had outrun him... "Hey..." He breathed out. You turned around seeing Moniwa out of breath, body slumped over as he let his arms fall to his side. "Jeez you run quick."  He straightened up with one eye squinting as he looked up at you, as the sun beat down on him.  "Aren't you part of the volleyball team?" You blurted. He chuckled. "Used to be. I'm getting out of shape. But damn, this is just ridiculous..." He mumbled the last part as he felt himself starting to regain his composure. "What you said earlier though," The blood rushed to your cheeks as you felt yourself shift uncomfortably under his gaze. "Uh, u-um--you started it with the cheesy, cute pick-up lines! And then you stopped for five days and it--damn it--was surprisingly pretty hard getting through finals week without having you send a dumb one-liner. I mean, at least I had something to look forward to."  His eyebrows raised and his mouth open ready to utter a word, though he's speechless. Had he really developed that affect on you? "But--but they were so terrible I thought I--" You nervously scratched your cheek. "Well, yeah, but I really liked them. It made sense though, why you stopped. Our finals meant a lot more than just a meaningless message a day. I'll just be going now." You finalized and began to walk toward your campus, but he caught your wrist in time and you turned to meet his gaze.  "You don't mean that." He spoke. "I don't." You replied, not bothering to hide your smile. A small pause before you spoke up again. "Let's talk about it over coffee, yeah?"

A large grin now on his face as he nodded. "I'd like that."

[starlightxsvt]

Pink Dress 5 || Joshua Hong au

Pairing: badboy!Joshua x female reader

Genre: slice of life, fluff, suggestive, slight smut

Warnings: nothing really, some cheesy shit ig

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

You didn't ever expect Joshua to show up at your door at 1am on a Saturday. You had finished your assignments staying up late and when you first see him after opening your door, you think you are dreaming.

"Hey," he says softly. You stare at him, ever so confused, taking in his tall frame wearng his leather jacket and his soft locks beautifully messed up. "Y/n?" He breaks your trance. "Oh...yea um, hi. What... brings you here at this hour?" You offer him an awkward smile.

"I... wanted to take you out on a...drive."

Drive?

"At one am?"

"...Yes..."

You chuckle awkwardly. What was he thinking?

Joshua sighs, "I-I've been really restless the past few days and I wanted to clear my head. I also figured I should talk to you. I've a lot to say so..."

Talk? Your mind races. What does he want to talk about? Joshua takes your silence negatively, "Right, I'm sorry, this was a stupid idea. You should sleep. I'll get going."

"No no no, wait. Now that I think about it, I'd like to go on a drive with you." You stop him.The smile he gives you makes your heart swell and you say, " Come inside. I'll need ten minutes to get ready."

-

"I took my dad's car," Joshua explains when you eye the jeep outside. He helps you in and then rounds the car to get in. "Would you like some music?" He offers, starting the car. You nod as he turns on the speakers, a chill melody playing. "So where are we going?"

"The beach," he replies. "I thought we should watch the sunrise together." You hum, resting your head back against the seat. It feels really nice.

Joshua breaks the long silence, "I hope your boyfriend won't mind."

"Huh?" You frown. "I hope Seokmin won't mind that I'm taking you out for a drive," he elaborates, his tone rather bitter.

Oh. You forgot that Joshua thought you were dating Seokmin and while you want to put him out of his misery, it is too fun to mess with him. So you decide to play along, "No it's okay. He won't mind." Joshua doesn't reply and you hide a smile, enjoying the game.

After a long while, the car stops amidst the sands and the ripples of the waves let you know you're there. You get out of the car, followed by Joshua who pulls out a blanket and some snacks from the back of the jeep. "Wow, you've come prepared," you joke and he smiles laying the blanket on the sand for you to sit on. He joins you after parking the car, sharing the quiet view with you. It's dark overall, except from the street lights behind you and the occasional cars that passed by.

You can feel Joshua tensed beside you and you feel bad for him. But you don't speak, waiting for him to say what he wants to say. And after a long, tensed silence, Joshua speaks, "There's a lot I want to say so please bear with me."

"I thought you brought me here to talk," you attempt a joke. Joshua sighs before mouthing, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry that I ran when you said you liked me. I was...scared. I never felt such emotions before. When you said you liked me, I was overwhelmed. I...I didn't know what to do because the way I feel for you scares me, Y/n."

You glance at him, his head hanging low as he stares at the sands. He continues, his voice strained, "My mother left me when I was young and my dad was always busy. He was too busy to worry about me or spend time with me. So I didn't really know how to accept love and return it. I've always... lfelt like a burden."

"Joshua you're not-"

"Hush. I'm an unworthy man, Y/n. I lack at so many things. And I'm sorry. I wish I was better...more like Seokmin. Everybody loves him. He's nice and kind and he makes you smile." Joshua looks at you, a sad smile on his face and you once again open your mouth to speak only to be shushed by him.

"I know that I've lost my chance but I wanted to be honest with you. I'm okay with you dating Seokmin because that's what you deserve. I just hope you won't abandon me." He says softly, staring at the sea in front of him. "I want you in my life, Y/n. Even if you think of me as a friend it's okay. You're a breath of fresh air. I feel like a better person when I'm around you. So I really hope you won't leave me."

"May I speak?" You murmur and Joshua nods.

"You... misunderstood." You bite your lip. Joshua frowns at you to express his confusion and you smile sheepishly, "I'm not dating Seokmin."

Joshua's eyes go wide like saucers and he's quiet for a bit. You keep on going, "I don't know why you started to think so but it was too fun to mess with you so I played along."

"B-but you and Seokmin hang out together... all the time."

"Yea but that doesn't mean we are dating. You and I used to hang out too, okay?" You reason.

Joshua looks flabbergasted as he runs his hand through his hair, processing what you said. "I... can't believe.... You- .... wow, after I just exposed myself bare to you you say- oh my god, Y/n, you really are something." He says a soft, relieved laugh escaping from him.

You smile, "Sorry."

He shakes his head, a smile lingering on his lips as he asks, "Does this mean I still have a chance?" You bite your lip, warmth kissing your cheeks as you nod softly. Joshua's eyes sparkle as they curve into crescents, a genuine smile spreading on his face. He takes your hand and softly kisses it, "Thank you, Y/n. Thank you for forgiving me. I'll try my best to keep you happy."

"It's okay, Joshua. As long as we're honest with each other and trust each other, we'll be fine." You reply, fondly looking at him. Joshua's eyes twinkle, the smile never really leaving his face as he leans in towards you. You hold your breath, his lips ghosting over you before meeting yours. Your eyes fall closed as he pulls you closer without breaking the kiss, his hands roaming on your back as you grab onto his lapels. Before you know it, Joshua moves you onto his lap as he deepens the kiss, his hands getting rid of the thin cardigan you are wearing. The cold air hits your arms and you pull back, breathing heavily. His eyes glow in the darkness, fueled by his lust and desire courses all through you.

"I missed you so much," his honey like voice wavers through the air as he starts kissing your neck. Soft moans escape you as you mumble a protest, "We're in public, you know."

"It's like 3 am Y/n." He's busy sucking marks on your neck.

"Yea but what if someone sees us."

"Then they'll watch."

"Joshua Hong!" You smack his arms and attempt to get off of him but his hold on you becomes tighter. He pins you down in the blanket, a smirk on his face. "I thought you brought me here to watch the sunrise." You pout.

"Yes and we still have a huge time left before the sun rises so why don't we spend the time doing something fun?"

"I'm not sure about your idea of fun, Joshua." You joke and he rewards you with a smile. "Let's go to my place after this. Its the weekend anyway."

"Your intentions are very bad, Mr. Hong."

"What? I just want to spend some time with my girlfriend."

The title makes you blush and feel giddy, a different kind of happiness spreading through you. You pull him closer and whisper, "I love you, Joshua." His eyes widen for a fraction before a smile envelopes his lips, "I love you Y/n."

And when you enjoy the sunrise a couple hours later, wrapped up in his arms, you know that you want this man beside you for rest of your life.

A long time later

"What do you think of a pink wedding dress, Shua?"

"You'll look gorgeous. I've told you, pink is your color, babe."

"Maybe we should get you a pink tuxedo."

"...If that's what makes you happy then sure, why not."

"You really are the best, Joshua."

"Oh yeah? Wait till I take you on our honeymoon."

"Mhmm, don't forget to wear your pink underwear."

"...You really know how to ruin the mood, babe."

A/N: Aaaand this marks the end of my first series :'D ! Don't forget to leave your feedbacks on this. Tbh when I posted the first part of Pink Dress I didn't think of turning this into a series but here we are! Thank you to everyone who read this and followed through, it really makes me happy. As always my inbox is open to let me know your thoughts! Stay safe! 💖

[chaoticpuff17]

okay so I've been absent trying to figure this out... i want to try and do most to least kids for ADG universe based on who's stories we have and that there are 7 couples and 21 kids also meow its cat anon as not anonymous 😻

confirmed that Tae will have twins and yoongi and joon have one kid each thus far....in my heart i feel like yoongi may only have another baby but they will also kinda be an oopsie baby but more of if you don't get pregnant whatever if you do hell yeah approach... Namjoon i feel like unless they have surprises like multiples i feel like he's the type of man to have 3 kids... if you average out the kids it's 3 per couple but tae has the most and so far 2 via twins that will be unveiled later so the 3 per family will not be accurate......

1. Tae (7) going off your replies i think he'd have the twins and three more singles and another set of twins...

2. Joon (3/4) i really think 3 but i could also imagine MC 'having an attitude' (grow up nj) where he retaliated by getting her pregnant i certainly wouldn't put it past him👀 also maybe he would want to have the most as like a macho mob leader move but MC would castrate him at that point and honestly good for her

3. Hobi (3) I feel like hobi would want to have a lot but I think MC would also try and castrate him on behalf of her sister

4. TBD (3/2) leaving room to accommodate how namjoon is feeling im guessing jk will fall here jungkook seems like he'd have more than jimin who I feel would have 2 at most but I could be wrong

5. Yoongi (2) take or leave it vibes with him

6. (1/2) JM

7. Jin (1) just because of her previous health concerns idk if he'd want to push it

tho 7(TH) 3(NJ) 3(HS) 2(YG) 2(JK) 2(JM) 1(Jin) that puts me at 20 babies with wiggle room for joon who i would anticipate needing it orrrrr hmm maybe jk i could see him going for 3 as well...or joon 4 hobi 2 which would let jk have 3...🤔 or tae could have 5 which I think is more likely but he's sadistic so I made it 7 if he is closer to 5 that gives more wiggle room to the others ahhh idk idk

lmao I've been playing this through in my head so much it would be fun if we could make like a fantasy league but like guessing how many kids they'll have in this AU

i hope this is fun and engaging for you and also if im being a spoiler mcspoil pants feel free to not publish the ask i raised hell over the cat and MCs first baby lololol i read along and I'll pause, point at my phone and say to my cats "now see this here kitty boys, this is what the fbi calls.. a clue"🔍😻🔍😻🕵️‍♂️(that's us observing lmao) and then i get excited and read the rest really fast to sprint to your inbox😹

🧡😻🧡💖🧡💖🧡💖🧡💖

Cat anon (who has come to me not on anon)

I will say your sleuthing made my day. I will say that some things are correct and some things are not. I’m even debating giving you a list of the boys with how has the most to least kids. but that might just be because I’m evil. You know what. I’m gonna do it. 

Most to least we have. 

Tae

Hoseok

Namjoon

Jimin

Jin

Jungkook

Yoongi

do with this information what you will. 

[kezibun]

A moonlit walk through the autumn woods with Rus (SF Papyrus)

This was the place and time he had asked you to meet him, he should be around here somewhere… you look around as you step past the first trees beside the path. The hues of orange and yellow glisten in the moonlight. 

Something else shining in the night catches your eye, two rusty orange lights gazing upwards at the starry sky, his off white skull softly lit and framed by the gray moon light as he sits on a fallen tree. 

You step towards him, crunching crispy leaves underfoot. He jumps, looking in your direction as his eyelights shrunk into little slits… but as soon as he sees you his eyelights dilate and a smile tugs at the corners of his teeth.

"Hey sweetie." Rus chuckles as he comes over. "Thanks for comin'." 

"Yeah of course, thanks for inviting me. It's nice here. You weren't waiting long were you?" You ask.

"Na, got here a li'l early and you're right on time. So um… you wanna walk?" He gestures down the path.

"Sure." 

He has a cute little smile as you both start walking down the path side by side. The moonlight shines on the path ahead and the sparkling stars peek through the amber leaves above you, and it's perfect. Perfect in that it creates the most stunning, peaceful romantic atmosphere.

His hand brushes against yours and he turns his skull as it glows slightly. A few moments later he finds the courage to slip his hand into yours! He rubs the back of his skull, embarrassed, and he jumps a bit when you squeeze his hand. He turns back to you with a shy little smile as he plays with the drawstring of his hoodie jacket. 

"Hey… um… there's a clearin' up ahead with a bench if you… you know wanna sit down for a little…?" Rus asks, you can tell he's a little nervous. 

"Can do." You reply with a smile that makes his eyelights sparkle. 

He takes you over to the clearing and sits down with you on a pretty little bench. The leaves of autumn hues open up in a picturesque way framing the sky speckled with celestial lights, the moon shining beautifully in the darkness of night. Some mushrooms glisten in a magical way through the crispy dry leaves that cover the forest floor. 

Rus sighs as if he's finally managed to calm his nerves.

"It's beautiful." You whisper in awe, as if a loud noise might shatter the beauty and peace. 

He nods, "yeah, that's why I love coming here, to calm down or for inspiration n stuff." He mumbles. 

You both then talk as you marvel at the sky and the colours of the woods. At some point he had wrapped an arm around your shoulders and you leaned in and cuddled up to him as you just chat about everything, about your hobbies, about what you too have in common, what you both like about autumn and so much more, oh and don't forget the jokes he tells, is it just how much you like him or the way he says them! He can make even the lamest joke or pun so so funny. His eyelights sparkle and swirl happily the more you laugh and smile.

 He asks a few questions and listens as you ramble on your own little tangent but you notice he's drifted into a daydream about halfway through as he gazes at you with a sweet soft look.

"Don't you think so Rus?" You ask…. yup nothing you've truly lost him. You repeat your question...

"Hum? Y-yeah totally…" he replies snapping out of it. 

You can't help but laugh which just makes him even more confused. 

"What?" He asks.

"Oh nothing," you giggle. "What's on your mind dear?" 

"Can I take your picture?" He blurts… "um… I mean cuz it's… um… the lighting is really nice and you know, you just look so beautiful an'... an' stuff…" mumbles his skull glowing a little.

You nod your face going a little pink, "Alright, if you want to." 

He smiles… "Thanks…" he hums as he gets his camera from his inventory.

"So do you need me to pose?" You question.

"Just smile for me please." He holds his camera up and snaps a shot. "Perfect, that's one for the happy memory album… thanks sweetie."

"How about a selfie?" You suggest.

"Yeah good idea." He pulls you closer and snaps a quick selfie. "These 'll have to go in my scrapbook." He chuckles. "So you wanna keep walking now or...? It's just as pretty further up." 

"It's pretty nice cuddled up here but sure, you can show me the rest." 

"Cool, come on then." He pulls you up and you continue your walk. The path twists and turns through the trees, you both crunch the crisp leaves that gently fall as you walk hand in hand, the last of the summer blooms peak through in the night as a cold breeze blows over you making you shiver. 

Rus stops… "It's gettin' a little chilly… You'll be getting cold….um... here." He starts taking his jacket off and wraps it around you. 

"Oh thank you." You smile up at him practically drowning in his big heavy hoodie. "But you don't have to…" 

"Na it's cool, not like I get cold and you know it suits you better anyway." He chuckles as he pulls the big hood over your head.

You laugh and pull it up enough to look at him again, he smiles down at you making no move to continue walking, instead he plays with a strand of your hair before he tucks it behind your ear… his eyelights sparkle with love and swirl with happiness as he looks deeply into your eyes. 

"(Y/n)... can I… can I kiss you?" He asks sheepishly in a hushed voice…

You nod…

He holds your cheek gently as he leans in, you both close your eyes as he presses his teeth to your lips. The kiss is short and sweet but gives you butterflies all the same.

"Can I?" He ask again and you nod. 

He leans in again this time kissing you a little deeper and longer. The fizzle of his magic feels nice against your lips as he slips his hand behind your head. He pulls away leaning his forehead against yours.

"I… I love you (y/n)." He whispers. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Choose your own date?

Yeah so I felt inspired to do another one of these. I know it's been forever and I'm a little rusty, I may or may not do some more of these that have been sat in my inbox for probably almost a year ^^; Hope you enjoyed anyway.

(I'll go post this on AO3 now...)