#flutter contacts example

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How to get a contact list from your phone in Flutter

Do you need to get a phone number, name, or email from the contact list on your phone in Flutter? If yes, it is a very easy way to implement this functionality in your Flutter project. Sometimes you need this kind of functionality for a client project or personal project development. For that, you need to create a Flutter contact list. It covers everything you need to know, including how to access phone contacts and display them in a list view.

[hoshifighting]

hiii, so imagine OT13 head canons in which they are rough but soft at the same time, like deepthroat while stroking your hair, or pounding while holding hands

how seventeen mix soft and rough at sex

WARNINGS: smut, +18

seungcheol: fucks you like a ragdoll, talks to you like you're a whore, holds your face like youre made of glass. his hands cradling your face like you’re the most delicate thing he’s ever touched. “so fucking pretty, my little slut, do you like when im destroying this pussy like this huh?” and when you try to look away, all shy, his thumbs tilt your chin back to him, forcing you to meet his eyes. “don’t hide from me~~~ let me see you drip cum around my cock.”

jeonghan: taunting at first, tilting your chin up like some princess-movie to make you look at him while he fucks into you balls deep, his grip firm in your hair. “what, baby? too much?” he coos, but his free hand is tracing delicate lines down your arm, llips brushing over yours like a secret, his next thrust knocking the air from your lungs.

joshua: he’s got you spread out beneath him, your ankles over his shoulders, deep inside you, his hands gripping your waist so tight it’s gonna bruise. he presses a kiss to your knee, then another to your ankle, eyes warm despite the filthy things he’s doing to you.

junhui: hand is firm in your hair, “mm, love hearing you like this.” and when you tense up, hands grabbing at his arms, he laughs, but it’s sweet, i feel like he gives this fun sex vibes, where you laugh, cum and feel loved at the same time (really hard to not fall in love for him in a situationship).

hoshi: will fuck you hard, with a cute and protective talk. he’s gets your back arched, one hand tangled in your hair, the other gripping your waist, keeping you still as he pounds into you. “baby, baby, baby—fuck. you okay, love? still with me? want some water? a pause? no? should i continue? okay, i got you.”

wonwoo: will be touching you, caressing you all the time. arm locked around your waist, keeping you close as he fucks up into you. “shh, baby.” his other hand it’s everywhere—sliding up your back, gripping your ass, threading through your hair, like he can’t get enough of touching you.

woozi: listen to me: CHEST-TO-CHEST PRESS. if he has been mean and overstimulates you, for example, and you're squirming, or overwhelmed, he will press you down the bed with his tiddies, making you stay in place. BUT in a softer case, he will do it if you need some grounding, if you are getting in subspace... he will make sure you're protected/shielded by his big body.

minghao: fucks you rough as fuck, but trails the points of his fingers to make you shiver! of course that you can shiver from the very action of his cock sliding in and out of you, but he loves doing this because he gets so hard at the sight of you squirming under the tips of his digits.

mingyu: i feel like he would give you a desperate forhead kiss in the middle of it. he will be destroying your insides, and then he kisses your forehead, keeping his mouth there, because he gets so soft when he is about to cum. “so fucking perfect, baby.”

seokmin: he will be doing all types of stimulaton down there. masturbating your clit, fucking your pussy while you are using a plug. WHILE DOING THAT LITTLE NOSES CARESSES, tickles, strokes, fondles, i don't know what to call it.

seungkwan: eye-contact-obsession??????? needs to see you. has your face FRAMED in his hands, forcing you to look at him, even when it’s too much. “uh-uh, baby. no hiding.” his thumb brushes over your cheek, his gaze locked onto yours, and when your eyes threaten to flutter shut—he tuts, tilting your chin back up. “nah, keep ‘em open. lemme see you.”

vernon: will wrap his big hand around your neck, in a very romantic way—just like he does when he is kissing you—,but would end up choking you at the end. making you feel very surprised when he moves from a caressing and light wrap, to a tighter and sexier one.

chan: fucks you hard until you see the bulge of his enormous cock on your belly, and then caresses the bulge with his thumb. cutely. too cutely, like you arent crying, squirming, screaming, wetting the bed over it.

[cyanide-siren]

you called?

Castiel x Winchester!Reader

Summary: Dean and Sam try to call Castiel to come to them but with no result. However, when you call for him, he arrives right away. Although not in his best senses.

☆☆

"Castiel you son of a bitch, drag your angel ass here right now," Dean shouted, growing annoyed how the angel ignored him. Sam had tried calling him too, several times, but getting no contact.

You walked into the room, taking a sip from your tea. Dean and Sam were staying the night at your house, leaving tomorrow for their next hunt nearby.

"What's got you two so grumpy?"

"We've tried to reach Castiel but he's completely ghosted us just when we need him," Dean complained, then looking up at the ceiling and raising his voice, "Castiel, come here this instant!"

"You're being too threatening and needy," you commented and rolled your eyes. "Why do you need him now anyway?"

"For the case we're working on," Sam replied, going through a few papers at the desk he was sitting at.

"Well, you need to be less aggressive. He doesn't like being commanded like that," you continued, taking another sip of your tea which was starting to cool down.

"Why don't you try using that pretty face and voice of yours to call him then?" Dean asked, sarcasm dripping from his voice, and crossed his arms against his chest. He sounded like there was no way you'd succeed if they hadn't after several tries.

"And why should i bother?" you asked.

"Because we're your brothers and you love us more than anything," Dean tried to sweeten you up, smiling and batting his eyes.

"You wish." You just rolled your eyes, loving to act all hard to get to him.

Truthfully, though you'd never admit it to either of your brothers, you liked to have Castiel come over. Every time he looked at you and said anything at all to you, your heart skipped a beat and chest felt all warm, butterflies spawning inside your stomach. You had been trying to ignore these feelings and sensations he kept causing to you, knowing he'd never answer to your feelings in the same way. What kind of feelings even were they really?

Castiel was simply just nice to look at too.

"Say 'please'," you teased.

"Are you serious?" Dean scoffed, shaking his head in annoyance. "Just call that damn –"

"Y/N, please just call him, we really need his help," Sam intervened, growing tired of you and Dean constantly arguing.

"See, at least one of my brothers is able to be polite," you said to Dean, pointing at Sam. "Would want to take an example of him if i were you."

Dean gave you one last annoyed look before giving in and let out a sigh. "Please." It made you chuckle.

"Castiel, sweetie. Come over here, these two bastards miss you," you said with a loud and clear, but also sweet, voice.

It took barely a second for Castiel to appear behind Sam, the sound of the flutter of wings echoing in the room. Dean's eyes widened as he looked over Sam's shoulder to the angel in a trench coat, staring at you and Dean.

"He's behind me, isn't he?" Sam asked.

"Hello," Castiel greeted, his voice sounding a little funny.

"Hello? Hello?!" Dean yelled and stood up, pointing his finger at the angel. "We've been trying to call you for weeks but with no use. And now you appear instantly when she calls you?"

"Yes," was all Castiel responded.

Dean stared at Castiel for a moment, a flame of anger in his eyes. "And why is that?"

"Y/N and i share a deeper bond than i do with either of you," Castiel explained calmly.

He looked tired, struggling to keep his eyes open and had to lean against the back of Sam's chair to keep himself balanced.

"A deeper bond? So you like her better than us?" Dean asked.

"I do, yes," Castiel slurred.

"Hold on... Cas, are you drunk?" Dean asked, raising his eyebrows in shock, walking closer to Castiel.

"I might be a little tipsy," he mumbled and took a few unsteady steps forward, falling into Dean's arms right then.

"What the hell happened?" Dean asked, helping Castiel to stand on his own.

"I had a rough day so i drank a liquor store," he explained, voice all raspy, trying to act sober but was far from it.

"I didn't even know angels could get drunk," Sam commented.

"I am in a vessel of a human and as i said, i drank the store," Castiel stated, sounding grumpy and exhausted.

Castiel turned towards you, a weak smile rising on his lips.

"Y/N, hi," Castiel mumbled and smiled, pushing Dean away and stumbling towards you.

"Um, hello Cas." You were just as confused as your brothers, having Cas fell into your arms now, his body almost limp. For fuck's sake, this man couldn't even stand up on his own. You almost fell down on the floor from the weight of this grown ass man on you but managed to keep yourself balanced.

"You have really pretty eyes," Castiel said as he was looking deep into your eyes with his blue ones, his words and intense gaze making you blush. There was only small gap between your faces, so you could inhale the strong smell of beer and liquor in his breath.

"Thank... you?" You were unsure what to respond, since he had never commented on your looks before, and it was all so unexpected.

"You have freckles too," he said in awe, his gaze wandering all around your face, eyebrows furrowed as he examined your features now closer than before. "They're cute."

"Come on, Cas, let's sit you down." You patted his back a few times and dragged him to sit on the couch where he let the gravity to pull himself down.

Castiel would come to you every single time you'd call him, unless he was fighting for his life at that exact moment. Even then, he'd arrive to you as soon as possible. He'd hear every prayer of yours calling for him and arrive to you without a hesitation. Tonight was no different, though this time he was absolutely wasted, barely able to do anything on his own.

Castiel couldn't explain it yet, but he found your company highly pleasant and had a strange bond with you that was stronger compared to any other human being.

Sam and Dean exchanged concerned and confused glances across the room, not having expected anything like this to happen.

"So, what did you want?" Castiel asked, looking towards Dean and Sam while you sat down next to him. The couch was made to comfortably fit two people.

"I think we need you sober for it," Sam said, his face looking both concerned and amused now.

"So next time when we call you, you drag your ass here," Dean commanded.

"I am not a dog, Dean. My life doesn't revolve around you," Castiel pointed out, growing annoyed of Dean's behavior.

"But you're my little puppy," you snickered and patted Castiel's head.

Castiel turned his head towards you, a slightly embarrassed blush spreading on his cheeks.

"My vessel is a human, not a puppy, Y/N," Castiel corrected you.

"Remind me to teach you not to take everything so literally," you chuckled, ruffling his hair to even a bigger of a mess. Castiel just stared at you for a moment. "What?"

"Have i told you that you smell kind of nice," Castiel mumbled.

"I do?" You hadn't showered in two days so you must have smelled anything but nice.

"Mhm," Castiel mumbled.

"When i was younger and imagined what angels would be like if they existed, it wasn't even close to this," Sam muttered, gathering papers back into their folder.

Then, Castiel's head dropped against your shoulder.

"Cas?" you said, but the angel didn't react in any way. He was leaning against your body with all his weight now, pressing you deeper against the cushions. His head had moved down on your chest, his ear listening to your steady heart beat in his sleep.

"Did he just pass out?" Dean asked, eyebrows raised.

"Cas," you repeated and gently shook him by his shoulder, but he was lying there like a lifeless corpse, only him breathing showing that he was alive. You turned back to Dean. "Yeah, he's out."

☆☆

That night, probably for the first time in his long life, Castiel dreamed in his sleep. Being an angel, he didn't need to sleep, which resulted for him not to experience dreaming like humans.

It was a dream about you.

You stood in front of him, looked into his eyes and grabbed his face into your hands.

"Cas," you whispered.

Castiel moved his face just a little forward to press his lips on yours, backing you against the wall.

When Castiel woke up from this dream of kissing and holding you, alone on the couch with a blanket pulled over on him, his heart was beating faster and all he wanted to do was to see you again. But it was dark, the lights were out, and you didn't want to be bothered when you were sleeping.

He hadn't felt like this about any other human, so the feeling was all confusing and new to him – he wasn't sure what to do with that.

☆☆

"You okay, Cas?" Dean asked in the morning, narrowing his eyes as Castiel slowly walked into the kitchen where Dean was sitting, drinking his morning coffee.

"My head hurts, body is trembling and i feel a little sick," Castiel described as he sat down on a chair, even the light through the window blinding him a little.

"And that's what a hangover feels like," Dean smirked but soon turned more serious. "But seriously, Cas. Why answer Y/N's calls and not ours?"

"I'm rather... fond of her," Castiel answered. "I can't explain it properly."

"Fond of her?" Dean repeated, raising his eyebrows.

Right then, you walked into the kitchen, looking at the two guys having a chat at the table. Castiel instantly ignored Dean when your presence was added to their company.

"G'morning, guys," you greeted and smiled, looking at Castiel. "Are you feeling alright? You look quite pale. Do you want something to eat?"

"I'll survive, but thank you," Castiel replied and gave you an awkward smile.

"Alright. Well, let me know if there's any way i can help you with," you said and patted Castiel's shoulder. "I know hangovers suck."

"I'll be fine," Castiel promised. When you lifted your hand away from his shoulder, Castiel instantly missed your touch and would have wanted to keep your hand there longer, the ghost of your fingers lingering there.

You were about to exit the room but Castiel cleared his throat and got himself to speak up.

"Y/N."

"Hm?"

"I... i deeply apologize my behavior yesterday," Castiel said, feeling embarrassed.

"It's alright, Cas. Don't worry about it," you smiled.

"Hey, why didn't you apologize to me?" Dean asked, sounding all offended.

"This isn't your house," Cas pointed out. "And she was the one to call me."

You left the guys alone and now stood in front of a mirror, which Castiel and Dean had a direct view from the kitchen, and pulled your hair in a ponytail, adding hair spray to keep the strands from falling out. You were about to go to your morning run.

Castiel kept his eyes on you, watching every single movement your body made. Dean said something to him which Castiel just ignored.

Castiel thought back to his dream he experienced. It felt strange, having this image of you kissing him in his head but none of it was actually real. Did he want it to be real? To really kiss you? Could he do that? Would you want to?

"Oh my god," Dean gasped, making Castiel to finally turn towards him. "You have hots for my sister."

"What does hots mean?" Castiel asked, narrowing his eyes in confusion.

"You like her."

"Well yes, her company is quite pleasant."

"No, i mean, you like like her. In a different way than me and Sam," Dean specified.

"Well, i suppose. She's always kind to me and i like to have her around," Castiel said, tilting his head and looking past Dean to the wall. "I suppose i care for her more than other people. No offense to you, Dean."

Dean could only look at the angel across the table, completely dumbfounded. He was struggling to comprehend the idea of his friend liking his sister and also admitting it to his face. Though Castiel wasn't like any other people in Dean's life – first of all being an angel but he was much more direct and forward than most humans.

Sam walked into the kitchen too.

"Feeling alright, Cas?" Sam asked and was able to see that Cas didn't feel very good. "If you feel like vomiting, go to the bathroom. Y/N gets pissed if someone spills anything on the floor."

"I'm fine," Castiel mumbled.

"Uh-huh," Sam muttered, not believing him at all.

"Did Y/N leave outside?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, just a moment ago," Sam confirmed. "Why?"

"I heard why Cas answers only Y/N's calls these days," Dean said, making Sam to raise his eyebrows. "He has a little crush on her."

Sam turned towards Castiel who was avoiding both of their gazes on him.

"That explains so much," Sam said.

"What do you mean?" Castiel furrowed his eyebrows.

"Well, the way you always say 'yes' to everything she suggests," Sam said. "Or stare at her a little too long. Or always ask where you are whenever you come to us and she's not present. Should i continue listing all the small things i've noticed?"

"No, that's enough," Castiel said, feeling too ill to keep himself focused on talking about his feelings on you to your brothers.

"You know. I know i took you to a brothel a while ago and tried to get you laid," Dean said, sounding a little more awkward now. "And we still have the mission going on to lose your virginity." Dean leaned closer to Castiel. "But i'm not gonna help you to bang my sister."

"Bang?" Castiel narrowed his eyes, while Dean rolled his.

"Sex, Cas. Sex."

"I'm not going to be a part of this conversation," Sam mumbled and shook his head, leaving the kitchen to let his brother and the angel continue their conversation alone.

"While i do find her physically very attractive, i didn't imagine to execute that act with her," Castiel said. It was a partial lie, even though the image of you and him being intimate together had appeared in his dream which he wasn't able to control by his own will.

"Forgot my wallet," you said and rushed to the kitchen, your wallet on top of the drawer. You stopped and looked at Dean and Castiel who had both fallen silent, looking slightly startled. "Did i interrupt something?"

"Oh, no, nothing. Nothing at all," Dean insisted with that smile that made you question his words but you didn't care to start interrogating him.

"Alright," you said slowly.

When you had left again and Dean was about to turn back to Castiel, he was already gone, leaving Dean by himself.

"Son of a bitch," Dean mumbled.

☆☆

[grenadehearts]

for riu <3 @megumismyhusband

Megumi likes to pretend he's indifferent to love—that he'll never understand the desire, nor the need, for skin-on-skin contact. For the measly kiss that, in theory, is just swapping germs. The need to hold another's clammy hand? It merely disgusts him.

Megumi grew up as a jujutsu sorcerer. He knows love isn’t in the cards for him. He’s seen tragic tales of love displayed like pathetic bedtime stories his entire life, and he’s lost everyone and everything he’s ever loved. So, he swore off love.

Well… that was until he met you.

Because now, Megumi thinks that maybe—just maybe—with every sip of his black coffee that burns his throat just the way he likes, and every tug he grasps at towards his messy bed head, that love might be real. That it might be true.

That he feels it in his veins, lighting his soul alight every time he's greeted with your smile, or the soft touches you place on his pale skin while you laugh—so brightly, so stupidly—at something Nobara or Yuji said.

And Megumi knows love is tragic. Doomed to fail in his line of work. But he likes to think you could be the exception to that. That you and him could rewrite the entirety of the jujutsu world.

Be the exception. Not just another example.

Because he swears that when he sees your skin coated in rays of golden light, and the glint in your eyes when you’ve found a new book to read, he’s found the meaning of life. That all his life, he's been living on blank pages, begging someone to write his story—and then you came along.

With a pencil and a carefree smile that makes him goofy like a child.

Megumi Fushiguro doesn’t believe in love. Doesn’t need it. But he wants to. He craves to—when he sees you, when he hears your voice, like honey rushing through his veins.

When he smells the faint trace of your shampoo in the air as you quickly tie your hair into a ponytail before a flight. When he sees jasmine blooming along the ivory stone walls of the hidden garden in the back of the school—just like his love for you.

Megumi doesn’t love in bold gestures. No. He loves through the small things, the ones tucked away in silence: little letters of good luck hidden in your pocket, a fresh bouquet of jasmine he claims is for helping aid him in a fight—but you know no one else gets a bouquet.

The way he’ll notice what you’re reading and buy the same book just so he can read it too—highlighting every passage you talk about.

To Megumi, you're everything he’s ever liked built into a person. His favorite quote from a book. A fond memory with Tsumiki. Saturdays with Gojo, learning to fight. Black coffee on a chilly morning. The bitter heat of a bite of ginger. His divine dogs and foggy, forested mornings.

You’re all of it. Wrapped up into one.

And Megumi prays for the day the train stops, the day he’s able to get on and bare his aching heart to you—to pour out all the feelings he’s never dared feel for anyone else.

His bones ache for the day they can rest beside you, limbs entwined with yours. Though he’ll still wish to be closer. He’ll wish to be the rib protecting your heart and lungs. He’ll even crave to crawl inside your ribcage and bloom like flowers through the cracks in your bones—anew, from the purity of your soul.

To bloom from the love you hold.

The sunlight filters through the curtains, casting a golden haze across your body. And he lays beside you, shirtless, skin to skin, your fingers idly combing through his messy raven hair that glows faint blue in the light.

His lashes flutter softly. He stares at you, resting his head on your chest, your legs wrapped around his. He rubs slow, soothing circles into your thighs, listening to every word from your lips like it’s sacred—an oath only he is sworn to remember.

And even as hours pass, he’ll stay attentive. He’ll remember those details. He’ll write them down in his mind and never forget.

That’s what love is to Megumi Fushiguro.

Not fancy dates. Not grand gestures for public display.

It’s in the small, quiet things. Locked away in the privacy of your bedroom, tangled in your sheets, far from prying eyes—

The side of him only you get to see.

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[thatstrangegiiirrlll]

Cram Session

Yeon Sieun x Female reader

Genre: Smut

A/N: Just a quick heads up — I do not write about underage characters. If a character is under 18 in their original movie or show, I age them up to 18+ and place them in a setting where they are fully matured. I also do not write for underage actors, celebrities, or public figures.

For example: the actor who plays Yeon Si-eun is 25 years old in real life, though he portrays a teenager in the show. If Park Ji-hoon were an actual minor, I would not be writing about him, period.

This is just a note for future reference for anyone who may want to send prompts once my requests reopen — please keep these boundaries in mind.

Thank you so much for understanding and for reading!

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Synopsis: Si-eun has been studious his whole life— incredibly devoted. He is an overachiever in everything that he does. At 20 years old, you’re his first serious girlfriend. And as an overachiever, he wants to ace all your tests and get you just right. But today he’s feeling the pressure and who better to help him release it than you?

“Yes?” he says into the phone, the hasty reply betraying the fact that you caught him mid-mode — earphones in, the outside world tuned out.

You already know how he gets like this.

But you don’t care.

That’s not the version of him you want right now.

“Could you at least pretend to be happy to hear your girlfriend’s voice?” you tease, your tone playful but lightly wounded.

There’s a sigh on the other end — a soft mix of guilt and surrender.

“I’m sorry,” he says, his voice gentler now, warmer. “I’m always happy to hear from you.”

The apology makes you smile, the hurt forgotten.

“That’s more like it. Are you home or on campus?”

“Home,” he answers, and you hear the familiar squeak of his old desk chair as he leans back.

“Wanna come over?”

That’s all it takes.

You’re already halfway to his apartment before he can even hang up.

You punch in the door code — the one he gave you weeks ago, a little milestone you still secretly cherish — and slip inside. You peel off your shoes, hang your jacket up—

—and nearly jump out of your skin.

Sieun is right there, standing inches from you, his nose almost brushing yours.

Holy fuck.

Your heart leaps into your throat as you let out a startled, breathless laugh.

“Sieun,” you say, voice shaky with adrenaline. “You scared me…”

He doesn’t flinch. Just looks at you with that unreadable expression — the one you’ve slowly learned is never blank at all, but layered with meanings you’re still learning to decode.

You tilt your head, quirking an eyebrow. “Is everything alri—”

Before you can finish, he lifts you off the ground in one swift, fluid motion.

You gasp out his name, clutching his shoulders, your thighs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

You barely have time to process the closeness before his mouth finds yours — urgent, hungry.

Your eyes flutter closed, melting into the kiss.

He pulls back just slightly, breath brushing your lips.

“Hi,” he murmurs.

You let out a helpless laugh, pinching his cheek affectionately. “Hi, you weirdo.”

You wouldn’t trade it for anything.

He carries you into the bedroom like you weigh nothing, setting you down on the edge of the bed. You stare up at him, wide-eyed and patient, already feeling the electric pull between you.

He glances over his shoulder at the cluttered desk — books, notes, open tabs — and sighs.

“I’m stressed.”

You know that code by now.

You know exactly what’s about to happen.

And you’re more than ready for it.

You rise from the bed, striding toward him with slow, deliberate steps, peeling your clothes off piece by piece — never once breaking eye contact.

By the time you’re down to just your panties, Sieun’s hands are already on you, gripping your wrists, pulling you sharply to him. You gasp, heart skipping.

He turns you around, running a firm hand down the arch of your back.

A full-body shiver racks you at the contact.

The tension in the room is thick, nearly suffocating, as you wait for his next move.

He kneels behind you, his hands grasping your ass before landing a sharp slap that echoes through the room.

You whimper — more pleasure than pain — back arching instinctively.

He takes his time peeling your panties down, savoring every moment.

“Fuck,” he growls low in his throat, watching your arousal trail down your thighs.

He stands and places you gently onto your stomach, your hips propped up just the way he likes.

Another slap.

Both cheeks jiggle beautifully under his hands.

You hiss through your teeth, a delicious sting warming your skin — and then gasp when you feel his tongue.

He licks you thoroughly, teasing between your pussy and ass with maddening skill.

Slow, fast, soft, hard — his mouth never stopping, never relenting.

It’s too much.

You cum once.

And then again.

Your legs tremble violently, body sagging into the bed as you lose the strength to hold yourself up.

But he’s nowhere near done.

He presses kisses up your spine, his mouth tender now as he undresses himself.

You barely have time to catch your breath before he’s lifting you again — strong hands beneath your thighs, positioning you just right.

He pushes inside you slowly, carefully, stretching you with unbearable sweetness.

You clutch onto him, your body shuddering against his chest.

“Hold on,” he whispers against your skin, voice rich and low.

You do.

God, you do.

His hands grip your thighs possessively as he begins to thrust, starting slow, savoring it — then building faster, deeper, harder.

Every thick, wet stroke drives the air from your lungs, drives thought from your mind.

You blink up at him — his flushed face, the dark hunger in his bloodshot eyes — and feel a helpless wave of butterflies erupt in your chest.

His breath hitches, hot against your mouth, his brows knitted in pure concentration.

He adjusts his hold on you, fucking up into you with brutal precision — your ass bouncing in his hands, the messy, frantic slap of bodies filling the room.

You’re clawing at his back now, nails scraping skin, desperate for somewhere to put the overwhelming sensation.

His cock angles just right — hitting your sweet spot with cruel consistency.

You cum again — violently, uncontrollably — crying out as your body clamps down hard around him.

Sieun groans low in his throat, staggering as you milk him for everything he’s got.

He lets out a small, broken whimper — his tell — right before he bursts inside you, spilling deep, deep, deep.

You kiss him through it, swallowing his ragged, muffled moans.

When it’s over, he collapses onto the bed with you still straddling him, still connected.

“Thank you,” he breathes, his hand lazily smoothing down your back.

You smile sleepily, kissing his cheek.

Happy. Satisfied. Yours.

When you finally lift yourself off him, his cock slips free with a wet, obscene pop that makes you both shiver.

You glance down at the mess between your thighs, at the proof of just how deep he had been, and sigh contentedly.

It’s the perfect ending to the perfect ride.

🤍

I’m back and I’m better, lovessss! Breaking my Tumblr fast with some nice, steamy smut for you all. 🥰

I truly hope this wasn’t too out of character for Sieun — your feedback is always welcome!

Hope you missed me. I missed you!

— Ash <3

[hannyoontify]

seventeen '96 line as things that have made my heart flutter

warnings | smidge of jealousy during hoshi's

notes | source? erm possibly my own... experiences from the past..... ;;; not proofread

p.s. i recommend reading these as situationships/pre-relationships

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jun - a kiss on the cheek while taking pictures in a photo booth

“ooh this frame looks cute! do you wanna do this one?”

jun smiled at your energy. “whatever you want, bubs. i’m following your lead.”

he stood back as he watched you take the lead, clicking through the different settings of the photobooth. when you finished, you rushed over to his side with an excited smile. “okay, quick! there’s a timer and we have to finish within that time!”

the big, red number began to count down and the two of you stood against the wall. outstretching two fingers, you made posed for the camera and jun followed your example. the machine made a loud click sound as it took the first photo.

“again! okay, what pose should we do next? ooo! jun, grab the kitty hairbands!”

the next few snapshots were taken of you and jun posing with the kitty hairbands provided by the store. jun made a loud meow for one, making you burst into laughter, which the camera caught perfectly in time. jun, with his handsome face scrunched up mid-meow and you, your mouth wide open and your eyes closed as you laughed.

“eww! i hate that photo, we’re not choosing that one.” you said mid-giggle. 

“why? it’s cute. i think it explains our dynamic perfectly,” jun grabbed you by the shoulder and tugged you closer to him. “okay, last one. cheese!”

the screen began counting down again and you leaned closer into jun’s shoulder, getting ready to pose for the camera again. as the number got closer to zero, jun glanced down at you, frozen still, waiting for the camera to take the last photo.

“4… 3… 2…. ” the robotic voice from the machine counted down.

taking a deep breath, jun closed his eyes shut and dipped his head. it was a quick kiss, so soft and gentle, like cloud resting on the peak of a mountain. brief moment of contact before drifting away. 

jun’s lips felt soft against yours and you let a soft gasp. your jaw dropped in surprise as the camera flashed with another loud click. 

your knees wobbled, as if gravity had suddenly shifted around you. there was tightening feeling in your chest as you looked over at jun. he looked at you with a gentle, apologetic smile.

“sorry, i should’ve asked.”

the world seemed to still, each beat of your heart pounding loudly against your chest. the way jun was looking at you sent a cascade of warmth spiraling through your entire body and you smiled.

“it’s okay… i liked it.”

hoshi - grabbing you by the belt loops of your jeans

you could feel someone’s heavy gaze set on you and you already knew whose set of eyes the stare belonged to. listening to your other friend talk about his chemistry lab with a really hot dude, you glanced over your shoulder and made instantly eye contact with soonyoung.

he was on the other side of the gym, his elbows resting on his legs as he watched you with an unreadable look in his eyes. deciding to be obnoxious, you stuck your tongue out at him and his lips tugged up into a tight grin, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes like they usually did.

“sorry, but i think one of the teachers are looking for me.” you dismissed yourself from the small circle of friends. your friends waved you good bye and turned back to resume their gossiping session where they were trying to decide whether the hot guy from one of their chemistry labs swung both ways.

you jogged across the gym, dodging equipment and other students and staff who were getting ready for the annual homecoming rally. you and soonyoung both applied to asb your sophomore year of high school, desperate for some kind of extracurricular to pad your college application with. although being in your school’s asb came with a lot of responsibilities, it was fun when you did it with your friend(? situationship?).

soonyoung was sitting at the bottom bench of the bleachers, his face resting on his palm and his eyes watching you intently as you approached him. 

“what’s got you pouting? did seungcheol yell at you again?” you stood in front of him with your hands resting on your hips and a small smile. “come on, cheer up soonie. i promised to buy you frozen yogurt after this.”

he pushed himself up to his feet, now towering over you with his height. “you promised to do the banners with me.”

soonyoung’s bottom lip jutted out in an almost adorable way and you physically stopped yourself from cooing at him. 

“is that why you’re upset? because i ditched you and the banners?” you smiled and soonyoung nodded.

“you left me to hang out with those…” his words faltered and you glanced back to see the group of friends still gossiping. the discussion seemed to be getting pretty heated with the way you could hear seungkwan’s voice steadily growing in volume.

“them? we were just–“ you turned back to face soonyoung when you felt a gentle tug on your waist. stumbling forward, you now stood barely inches away from him. “soonyoung, what-”

he tried his best to avoid eye contact, his eyes darting around the gym as he nervously licked his lips.

“wndedootbewsjfhme...” soonyoung mumbled. his grip tightened on your belt loop, pulling you closer to him, your body now grazing his. 

“h-huh? wh… i can’t hear…” it was your turn to avoid eye contact now. your heart hammered against your chest, fast and hot in anticipation.

“i said… i wanted you to be with me…” soonyoung muttered. his ears were flushed, a bright shade of red that brought a small smile to your face.

“w-what, are you jealous or something?” you teased as an attempt to cover up how loud your heart was beating in your ears. 

soonyoung grinned. his shy and timid demeanor from seconds ago was nowhere to be found. in it’s place was the soonyoung you knew, complete with the overly confident and cocky smile accompanied by the mischievous glint in his eyes. 

“what if i am? is that going to change anything?” 

wonwoo - leaving his game to give you attention

“wonwooooooo” you cried out. wonwoo let out a small grunt in response. “i’m boreddddd”

you perched yourself on the edge of his desk, watching his focused eyes stare at the monitor in front of him. his fingers were moving at a lightning fast speed, but his facial expressions demeanor seemed to scream calm and relaxed.

“you’re bored?” wonwoo echoed your last words and you nodded. although his eyes never left his screen, you could tell he was paying you the utmost attention he could currently afford. “hmmm… how can we fix that?”

leaning your head on wonwoo’s shoulder, you pouted. “i want you to play with me, not your games.”

wonwoo laughed. the corners of his eyes had a slight wrinkle and you felt something tugging at your heartstrings. “is that right?”

with a few clicks of his mouse, his monitor turned dark and his pc chirped, alerting him that the system had been shut down.

“wha-? you were in the middle of a game-“

wonwoo took off his headset and ruffled his hair with a hand, trying to fix it after hours of wearing a headset. “doesn’t matter. you’re more important.”

you felt your breath catch in your throat as you felt heat creeping up your skin, reaching your cheeks and the tips of your ears. 

woozi - initiating pda in public first

it was loud. the football stadium was packed with students decked out in school spirit, and you could barely feel your fingertips from the biting cold.

“jihoon…” your fingers tugged on his sleeve and jihoon spared you a glance before leaning closer to you to hear you better in the loud crowd. “i’m cold...”

he looked at you and smiled. “told you to bring a jacket.”

“this is a jacket!” you retorted. 

“this?” jihoon laughed. you could see a twinkle of amusement in his eyes as he looked over your outfit. “honey, this jacket is basically a cropped top on steroids. you seriously expected this to keep you warm in this weather?”

you felt the tips of your ears burning at the new nickname he called you, but you couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment. that wasn’t the response you expected–or wanted.

“you’re being mean!” you whined, but a small laugh escaped your lips at the way jihoon faux-frowned at you. you lightly shoved his shoulder. “i’m being serious, it’s not about the jacket.”

jihoon raised a brow. “what could this possibly be about then?”

“it’s about…” you trailed off and shook your head. “never mind. it’s nothing.” 

you crossed your arms over your chest and turned back to face forward. a wave of embarrassment washed over you, serving as a wake up call. sure, you and jihoon had some thing going on, but you felt silly for expecting him to hold your hand or hug you in front of almost the entire school.

jihoon was a private person. that was a fact that you knew that better than anyone else. he wasn’t one to initiate physical contact when it was just the two of you, let alone in the middle of a busy high school football game.

“[name],” jihoon spoke quietly in your ear, his warm hand grazing against yours. “[name], look at me.”

when you didn’t respond, he let out a small puff, followed by a small laugh. 

“c’mere” jihoon muttered. he wrapped his arm around your waist and tugged you closer to his side. “they say sharing body heat helps.”

 you stared blankly at him. the colony of butterflies in your stomach seemed to migrate to your heart and you swallowed thickly.

“wh- what if someone sees?”

jihoon let out a half snort. “let them see. i don't care”

note: jihoon had extremely red ears during this entire exchange, and no, it wasn’t because of the cold. trust me. 

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[emchante]

softcore siren | m. verstappen

warnings: 18+/ suggestive — minors dni.

softcore porn streamer max has been in my mind all day for some reason, so i wanted to get this little thing out for me + @thef1diary seeing as she was so onboard with it too. definitely want to delve into this more!! drop into my inbox and hit me with your thoughts on this! <3

softcore porn streamer! max verstappen is a man you accidentally stumble across one day when scrolling through the ‘just chatting’ category. the thumbnail for the stream is a still image of max in a shirt that fits his chest snuggly, strong arms bulging slightly as he has his arms crossed at his front.

he’s an attractive man— you can’t deny that— so you decide fuck it, and click onto the stream.

as soon as the stream and chat loads, you’re hit with a mix of of thirsting messages in the side bar, and max’s low, accented voice as he spoke to everyone. he isn’t talking about anything specific, just chatting away and answering any questions he can see in the flurry of horny messages.

suddenly he lets out a warm laugh, and it’s unexpectedly charming. “alright, alright,” he rolls his eyes playfully, “i see your messages. i see what you’re here for, calm down. we’ll get to it,” he winks, leaning right to the camera momentarily as he shifts himself upwards to sit in a more comfortable position. the eye contact through the screen causes a breath to catch in your throat.

as max sits back he stretches right up, allowing his shirt to ride up and give the viewers a sliver of stomach. you couldn’t deny your eyes scanned the area the full time it was on screen, silently begging it to go even further. then, max moved his hands behind his head, allowing his arms to flex with his muscles bulging through the-short sleeved shirt. his softer chest area became more defined as the shirt tugged against it, until he allowed his arms to fall to his side.

he topped it all off with what could only be described as a soft moan, his eyes fluttered shut and his freckled lip curving into a smile.

your eyes drifted to his chat once more, watching the flood of messages be sent in as max teased his body, adding a moan at the end of his little show. some people were begging him to flex his arms again, for him to go shirtless, whereas others took a more meme-like approach. ‘do you need a bra for them?’, for example.

you wanted to join in on the fun, so you did. you didn’t say anything extreme, more-so joining the thirsty comments but keeping your own tame. a simple ‘god, you’re so fine?’, allowing it to get buried within the pile.

but it didn’t.

your eyes widened as your chat was highlighted with ‘first time chatter’, and fuck— since when was that a thing?

max seems to catch sight, raising a brow as he catches your comment and the fact you’re new. “oh? we have a new chatter, guys. welcome in,” he smiles, looking to the camera and winking. “appreciate the compliment.”

your breath caught in your throat at him reacting to your message and greeting you, that you didn’t even catch the amount of welcomes you got from his regulars. there were even a few ‘she’s so lucky??’ from others.

max grins before leaning back in his chair, his crossed arms resting over his front again. this time though he was pushed back a little more, allowing him to lift his foot onto his chair as he perched into a position where his thighs were in shot. and shit— you were not expecting that.

his grin only widened as the chat had another outburst about him, commenting about his thighs and what they wanted to do to them. though he was reading them, he had ignored them and went back to what the previous topic. “aww, no other message from newbie?” he fake pouted, before peering right into the camera lens once more. “don’t worry though, everyone starts out shy, confused. you’ll figure out soon enough why you’re here.”

and the thing is— he’s right. you do find out why you’re here.

you stay on the stream much longer than you had intended to, watxhing as he balances humour, flirtation, and just the right amount of teasing and mischief. you realise his fans aren’t just obsessed with his looks— they’re drawn to the way he makes everyone feel seen, chats to them like he would any other person.

by the end of the stream, you’re still not entirely sure how you got sucked into max verstappen— the softcore porn streamer on twitch’s front page. but as you close the tab for the night, your cheeks are hot and there’s a lingering smile on your face.

one things for certain: this wouldn’t be the last time.

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Talk Me Through It ꨄ

[ { Synopsis } ] ➤ Your fwb Suguru calls you late at night after having a wet dream about you— he wants you to listen to what you do to him.

[ { Need to know } ] ➤This is a What-If scenario that stems from my fic; The F*ck List— A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt.

[ { Content & Warning } ] ➤ f!reader, dirty talk, language, smut, tw; slight tease to satosugu, & pet names.

[ { Paring } ] ➤ Geto Suguru x f!reader. Perv!Geto x f!reader.

[ { Word Count } ] ➤ 3.7k

——YOUR PUSSY WAS ADDICTING.

If there was one thing any of the men you dealt with realized— it was that. Your cunt was fucking addicting. On their mouth, fingers, cock, it didn’t matter. Simply having your sex on them was something that became a constant crave.

Which perfectly explains why Geto Suguru is having trouble sleeping right now.

Oh how you plagued his mind even in his sleep. The fuck are you doing in his dreams? Why are your lips wrapped around his cock again? And just why is his tip knocking into the back of your throat?

It was so damn vivid that he swore it was real. After all, it’s not like he hasn’t felt all of that before— you had a mouth that was just too damn good. Then there were your hands, you knew how to use your body well.

Speaking of hands, Geto swears he’s not just imagining your dainty but pretty manicured fingers cupping his balls as you throat his hefty size. He’s still deep in his sleep but his body shifts around and a slight groggy groan leaves his throat.

Damn you. Don’t you have other people’s heads to be in? Like Satoru’s for example? What the hell are you doing in Geto’s dream?

That final question makes the man stir awake, aggravated by the painful boner in his sweats as his eyes flutter open. He kisses his teeth and then sighs, moving a hand up to his head to rake a set of fingers through his loose and messy black locks.

Slowly, Geto sits up and glances around his dark room, soon spotting the clock that reads 12:47 pm. You should still be up, no? Ah, who cares if you’re not, he’ll wake you up— you caused this anyway.

Wait, what’s he gonna call you for again? Geto blinks, moving to rub his eyes as he tries to focus his thoughts. Oh, that’s right, his cock is twitching and sticking up his boxers. Yeah, that and since you caused it, you might as well help him get off.

The raven-haired man moved to tug his blanket off his body, a slip of air following the movement and hitting his naked chest as he moved to his nearby nightstand. Geto rubs his eyes yet again with one hand as the other grabs his cell and he goes to unlock it.

He’s yawning as he swipes through his phone in search of your contact and once he finds it, he wonders how he should go about doing this. Staring at your name for a few minutes, he cracks a smirk and goes to call you as he gets comfortable.

His back is against his headboard and his thighs part comfortably whilst the phone rings. Geto waits and waits and waits, swearing that if you don’t pick up, he’ll just come over and-

“Hello?” Your voice is suddenly heard through the device, softer than normal and a bit groggy, “Suguru?”

Geto smiles at the sound, you’d clearly just woken up, and that made this all the more perfect, “Jus’ listen,” He hums out.

His voice was low and far deeper than you knew it to be, helping you to wake up a bit more as your brows furrowed, “Wha-“

Then you hear it— this wet sound that makes your ears perk up and you sit up in your bed. You go to rub your eyes and turn the volume up on your phone, wondering what the hell Geto called you for and what exactly you’re supposed to be listening to-

Again, there’s another wet sound, almost like the sound of someone spitting. You think you’re holding your breath trying to listen and thank fuck for that because it allows you to hear this slick sound start-up over the phone.

It’s a sound you’re no stranger to. After all, it’s not hard to tell when a guy is jerking off over the phone but fuck was it vivid.

“S-Suguru? Are you…” Your voice fades out a bit and Geto hums deeply.

His large hand was running up and down his cock in slow pulls, breathing picking up a bit. “Am I what?” He asks.

Good lord his voice is deep and sexy.

You swallow hard, “Are you… jerking off?” You ask timidly.

His head eases back against his headboard and his thumb swirls over his tip, “No?” Geto lies, chuckling at how quickly you picked up on his actions, “Jus’ wanted to call ‘nd talk to you, why would you think m’jerkin’ off?” He grumbles out.

You scoff, “The first thing you said when we got on the phone was jus’ listen. So I did… anddd it sounds like you’re jerking off.” You tease, snickering a bit at him.

Geto’s pulls grow a bit quicker as you speak, his breathing getting heavier, “Does it really?”

“Mhm, can’ hear how wet your…” You hold your tongue, realizing you were about to say something rather lewd.

“My what?” He huffs, “Say it.”

Taking a moment, the gears of your recently woken-up brain grind slowly before you sigh. Your voice gets lower, a bit more sultry and your body heats up, “I can hear how wet your cock is, Sugu.” You tell him.

You swear the sounds get louder, or maybe you were turning the volume up even more— either way, the slickness of Geto stroking himself grew closer to the phone before you heard him breathe heavily, “Hahhh, yeah?” Geto moans out, “Shit, keep talkin’ like that, s’helpin’ me get off.”

“I-,” You smile and move around in your bed, your thighs pressing together, “Are you serious?”

With the sound of you talking in such an obviously aroused tone, Geto was losing his mind on his end. Why hadn’t he done this with you sooner? Damn, maybe Gojo did have a point all those times he said your voice was hot…

“Yeah,” Geto breathes out to you, fisting his cock in quicker pulls. His gaze was hazy and his body was hot, knowing you were listening to him made him twitch within his palm, “Had’ a wet dream about you, woke up hard, ‘nd now all I need is your voice in my ear.”

A smile creeps onto your face and there’s a sudden pulse in between your legs, “You had a wet dream about me?”

“Mhm, had’ your lips wrapped around my cock,” Geto hums, god his voice is driving you crazy right now. “You were suckin’ me off soooo good.” He praises.

“Was I really?” You taunt, chuckling a bit afterward— the sound coming out far more airy than you realized.

“Yeah, s-shit,” He suddenly whines, his grip on the phone tightening along with his other hand slowing down on his dick and squeezing in the same manner he’s felt you do before, “Keep talkin’ please.”

You tilt your head against your phone and one of your hands begins to wander a bit, “What am I supposed to say? You called me to get off on my voice— fuckin’ perv.” You whisper the last part just to tease him.

Geto’s smiling to himself at the sound before he groans, “Aghh shit, don’t say that.”

“Why? You like it.”

He rolls his eyes, “You’re such a tease.”

There’s a moment of quietness again as you hear how breathy his words came out. Followed by which are these short and soft pants that mirror and sync with the jerky wet shlick shlick that comes from him stroking his cock. It was turning you on to listen to, especially as this throaty little moan slips past his lips.

Your thighs are pressed together firmly as you speak, a hand moving to rest on your stomach, “You’re not so innocent y’know…” You tell him.

“Hm?” Geto hums curiously.

“I’ve had uh…” You swallow, “I’ve had dreams about you before.”

That catches him off guard and his hand tightens around the base of his cock to stop himself from blowing his load at the mere thought of you having a wet dream about him. 

“Yeah? Tell me about ‘em.” Geto requests before removing his hand from his dick entirely. He watches himself twitch and throb but he holds himself back just to hear what you have to say.

“Now?” You ask nervously.

“Yes now,” Geto replies sassily.

A brief smile that graces your face before you sigh, “Are you sure-“

“If you keep taunting me I’ll jus’ come over and fuck you hard enough so that even Shoko hears you-“

Your eyes widen, “Okay, okay…”

“Uhuh, that’s what I thought,” He hums, smiling to himself.

You scoff, “The last dream I had about you… uh, you were uhm… we y’know… outside….”

“Why’re you mumblin’?” Geto chuckles, finding your shyness cute, “What, did we fuck in public or somethin’?”

You gulp as you remember the dream you had, your fingers moving to run beneath the waistband of the shorts you wore, “Mhm… kinda…”

“Oh yeah?” Geto taunts before his hand returns to his now leaking cock.

Just a few words from you and pre was sliding down his length, sticking up his skin, and making quite the mess.

“Mhm…” You hum, voice growing lighter, “You bent me over the hood of your car…”

He bites back a moan as his fingers wrap around his length, “Did I now?”

“Yeah.” You whisper, your own hands wandering lower.

Geto’s hips lift into his fist and he grunts a bit, “And what else?”

“You pressed my face against it, fucked me real good, and your mouth…” You unintentionally pant a bit as the last word leaves your lips, the memory and current situation working you up.

“What about my mouth, gorgeous?” Geto purrs, “What’d I say t’you?”

“Y’know…” You shrug, “The normal filth you say…”

“Noo, I don’t know. What’s the normal filth I say? Hm?”

“I don’t wanna repeat it, Sugu,” You pout, “It’s embarrassing.”

A smirk spreads across his face and as he uses his hand to fuck himself, eyes flickering ever so slightly, “I know. That’s exactly why I want you to say it.”

You sigh heavily, “You… You asked me if I liked being split open by your cock…”

“Hah, yeah, sounds like somethin’ I’d say…” Geto drawls out, pausing afterward. “…Do you?” He asks.

“H-Huh?” You half-moan.

“Do you like bein’ split open by my cock?” The man asks bluntly, voice husky.

Your brows furrow and your mouth forms the slightest O shape, “Suguru-“

“Like’ feelin’ me deep in your cunt?” He groans into the phone.

Yeah, by this point you’d joined him in pleasing yourself, “Hah… I-“

“You touchin’ yourself over there?” He points out, his voice mixed with a groan.

You bite your lower lip, “M-Maybe…”

“Should I come over?” Geto offers, his hand a mess with his cum as he jerks off much faster than before. Knowing you were touching yourself because of him made his head spin and blood rush to his cock.

“Mmmh… N-No… Just uh,” You swallow down a moan, “Talk me through it, Sugu…”

He cracks a smirk, “Talk you through it? Mmh, how ‘bout you jus’ show me what you’re doin’ ‘nd we help each other out?”

You whine at the thought alone, fingers soaked from your cunt, “S-Show you?”

“Mhmmm, Show me how you play with yourself, c’mon,” Geto lets out another groan, “I promise I’ll return the favor.”

“Do… Do you want like, a video or something?” You offer with a slight shake to your voice.

“Nope, video call me,” He says.

“But-“

“We can help each other, c’mon pretty.”

Rolling your eyes, your fingers curl inside you and you groan, “You’re insufferable….”

“Lemme’ see your pussy,” He says bluntly.

His words make you snicker, “You have no shame, do you?”

Geto laughs, “None at all. Now c’mon, show me your pretty lil’ cunt so I can finish.”

With a roll of your eyes, you move the phone away from your ear and go to video call the man. Your heart was pounding in nervousness yet you were excited for what was about to take place. 

Sure, you should technically have some kind of fear for doing anything over the phone but you weren’t thinking about that right now…

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Getting on a video call with Geto Suguru was worse than simply listening to him.

For starters, when the video call was initially collected, you didn't even get the chance to say anything as he’d set his phone up nicely just for you. Pervert might be an understatement because what exactly were you supposed to make of seeing Geto jerk off with your panties held up to his face?

If you weren’t soaked from before, you sure as hell were now. The lacy fabric was weaved between his fingers, firmly held up against his nose as his brows tensed, lips parted, and hand tugged at his cock in hastier pulls.

When had he even gotten your panties out from wherever he’d been keeping them? You don’t know but, you were too busy scrambling around in your bed to set yourself up to care.

Especially when he groans, “Hurry up ‘nd gimme a show,” Geto demands, voice husk and a half smile cracking across his expression.

You could see him so clearly on your phone. The moonlight in his room illuminated his entire body and goddamn the man was sweaty and disheveled in such a sinfully perfect way. Long dark hair splaying out and down his chest, smaller strands sticking to his forehead, abs coated in sweat, and cock flushed and leaking— all for you.

It took you only a minute to get your phone propped up and you think your embarrassment has faded almost completely. With your legs spread nice and wide, shorts discarded elsewhere, and fingers slowly returning to your sex, you gave him just as good of a view.

Geto moans the very second he lays eyes on your cunt displayed so deliciously for him. Part of him thought to just come over and dive his head right in between those thighs of yours, lips latching to your cunt and tongue eager to fuck into you like always.

“Fuuuck,” He groans. You then watch the way he takes your panties away from his face and wraps them around his cock, “Spread yourself open f’me,” He instructs slowly.

Your cunt practically drools at his words as you take two fingers and parr your folds for the man. His stare is intense and you can hear his breathing grow heavy, a faint whine leaving the back of his throat every time he exhales.

“Y-Yeah, tha’s good-, fuuck…” Geto groans, fisting his member at a pace to match how you take your free hand and finger yourself steadily. “Maybe I should come over…” He hums.

You shake your head, “M’fine just like this, hah…”

“Yeah? Y’like finger fuckin’ yourself while I watch? Hm?” He taunts, to which you moan and your thighs threaten to close on you. “Answer me, pretty. Wanna’ hear your voice.”

You nod a little, “Y-Yeah, I like-, nngh… gettin’ off like this, shit…”

Geto’s close— you could tell based on how he starts talking more, “We should do this more often then,” He offers, watching as your thighs start to draw together. Then, he can’t help the way his voice gets lower, “Keep those fuckin’ legs open.”

“M’trying-, ah…” Your head tossed back and his sudden command only gets you impossibly wetter.

“Try harder. Shiiit, look at her glisten…” He suddenly purrs, eyes narrowing at the view on his screen, “F-Fuck…” The harder he focuses, the more he can feel his balls tighten, his orgasm approaching, “Oh shit-, I wanna fuck you so bad right now.”

You whine, “C-Come over Sugu…”

His head cocks to the side and lewd slick sounds are slipping throughout the air between both of you, “Thought’ you didn’t want me to?” Geto recalls.

“I need you-, mmgh…” You moan out, brows tensing as you notice it’s harder to get off by yourself— you hadn’t had to do so in a while after all, “I c-can’t…”

He bites his lip, “Can’t what? Can’t get off without me, hm?”

“No…” You shake your head, agreeing with his statement, “Hahh… s’hard Sugu…”

His head weighs back a bit. Knowing that you can’t get off without him nearly drove him off the edge, “Aw, your fingers aren’t hittin’ all the right spots anymore?”

Still shaking your head, almost desperately, “N-No.” You mutter, upping the pace of your fingers to mirror him.

“Poor girllll,” Geto coos, your cunt clenching, “You need my fingers? My cock?”

“Yes Suguru,” Your words come out in a moan as your back arches off the bed a little, “Fuck, yes please,” You beg.

And that was all it took for him, hot spurts of cum leaving the tip of his cock as your desperate little pleas hit his ears. A gruff, “Y-You’re almost there, pretty,” Is said to you as he tries to help you with his words.

A soft mewl leaves your lips, “Sugu, I c-can’t-“

His hand has slowed as he tries not to overstimulate himself, still smearing his cum over his shaft and panting. He didn’t want to stop, “Yes you can, c’monnnn, cum f’me. Show me how messy that pussy gets.”

Your jaw drops a little, “God-, I hate your mouth.”

Watching how your legs nearly close on yourself again, how your fingers struggle to reach that one spot inside you, Geto smirks, “No you don’t.”

You let out a sexy fuck-out chuckle, “I don’t.” You agree.

“Mhm, I know,” He scoffs, “Now hurry up ‘n finish and maybe I’ll come over.”

“Mmh…” You hum, neck arching a bit as your eyes flicker at the mere thought.

“Like’ the sound of that? Want me to come over and fuck you real good? Huh?” His voice is suddenly closer to the phone, having picked the device up so you could hear him better. And also so he could get a closer look at your pussy.

You were so wet, “Yeahhh…” You whimper.

“Stuff you nice ‘nd full of my cock?” Geto continues. Oh he enjoyed talking you through it like this.

Your struggling display was beyond sexy to him, tantalizing even. You were too caught up fingering yourself to notice this man letting out soft hums that faded into these slight seductive purrs, he was more into this than he let on, despite just getting off to you.

“Uhuh, p-please,” Your voice suddenly hit his ears again and his cock started to twitch back to life.

“Fuuck, y’know how I feel about you beggin’,” Geto groans, a whine laying beneath his words.

One of your fingers just grazes your g-spot and you groan in frustration, pathetic little tears building up in the corner of your eyes, “Need it s’bad Sugu, please just come over.”

He smiles, “You gotta cum for me first.”

“I-“

“Touch your clit, c’mon, did you really forget how to please yourself?” Geto teases, his eyes studying exactly how you’ve been touching yourself.

“N-No… It’s just, ngh, y-you usually…” You take your other hand and do as he’s said, panting afterward instead of finishing your statement, “Hahhh…”

“Yeah yeah, I know, I usually do it for you,” He continues for you.

Your moans were so sweet and soft, “Ah, m-mgh…” The sound caressed his ears, making his dick stiffen completely all over again. That, and the unfiltered and raw sight of your pussy spread open for him, delicate fingers dipping in and out and in and out so melodically. 

He’s smirking, “C’mon, curl your fingers. Curl ‘em like how I do… Actually, curl ‘em like how Satoru does.”

A staggered little gasp emits from you, “Shit-, w-why would you say-,” You mindlessly follow his instructions, suddenly recalling that white-haired man and remembering how deep and calculated his fingers were. The way he just knew what spots to hit, how slim and lengthy his digits were-, “Hnngh… ahh.. m’cumming…”

Your moans fade out as you bite your lower lip, orgasm crashing over you due to the mere remembrance of Gojo’s fingers. Well, that and the nasty words spilling from Geto’s mouth.

The male nods, “That’s itt, good girl.”

“Fuck Sugu…” You heave out

“Hah,” He smiles, “I’m a bit offended you came at the mention of Satoru…” Geto says playfully.

Your brows furrow and you roll your eyes, “T-That wasn’t because of him, it’s just… h-his fingers are-”

“Memorable,” He suddenly blurts out.

His words throw you off and you look at your phone with a sudden taunting smile, “Oh? H-How would you know, Suguru?”

Geto’s checks redden ever so slightly, “I’ve been his friend for a long time.”

Slowly, you move to sit up and lean toward your phone, “Riiiight, but what does that have to do with-“

“Shut up, I’m comin’ over,” He suddenly diverts. And before you can say anything about it, “When I get there, I’ll tell you all about Satoru’s memorable hands while I’m fucking you dumb.” He warns.

Geto was already out of his bed, having made his way to his bathroom to straighten himself up. 

You pout playfully, “Suguru, are you jealous that thinking about Satoru’s hands made me cum?”

“A bit, yeah,” He huffs out, now exiting his bathroom-, damn he was moving fast, “But it’s alright, I’m comin’ over to remind you who’s cock you’re beggin’ for every week.”

Those words make your body heat up all over again, “I-, i-it’s not every week,” You huff.

“You just begged for me five minutes ago,” He chuckles, now leaving his bedroom with some random shirt tossed on and a fresh pair of sweats tugged on.

“That was different. You’re the one who called me-“

“I’m on my way,” Geto cuts off. You can hear the faint sound of his keys being swiped up, “Keep your cunt nice ‘nd wet f’me,” He teases.

Your mouth opens to say something else but the call disconnects.

You just sit there staring at your phone for a minute before you realize… Not only is Shoko still home and just down the hall but, him coming over to fuck at a time and situation like this is risky.

Like, riskier than the time he fucked you in a public parking lot. Albeit you were in his car, it was still risky.

But this? This means you’ll have to be quiet……

part two.

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[hananan2]

Hello! Can I request for pinky promise fluff with Diasomnia for F reader? For example, reader (Yuu) who said something like “I want to visit xxx” and the boys are like “Okay, I will take you there someday.” Then the reader lifts her pinky “pinky promise?” While staring with hopeful and cutesy stare.

Let’s just say there are no pinky promise culture in twisted wonderland so they did not know what to do, but the boys are already down bad for her already so they thought she is horrifyingly cute while explaining it to them. Thanks! ❤️❤️

YES OMG CUTE!! But omg I can not imagine a world without pinky promises they live in hell🥀 Hope you enjoy!!💕

Pinky Promise…?

A/N: BACK FROM THE DEAD! I’ll die again though, I have testing this full week 💔 thank you for staying with me, I’ll still post, just infrequently, love you guys sm and thank you for the support 💕

Summary: You were rambling with your special boy about something and a promise is made, to which you stick out your pinky finger to his face…but he’s confused, uh how do you explain this?

Characters: Malleus Draconia, Lilia Vanrouge, Silver Vanrouge and Sebek Zigvolt!

Info: Fluff, Romantic (crushes), Fem!reader, silly

CW: Gang signs??? (It was a mistake💔)

Malleus Draconia

Tonight was so majestic. The sky was space black and you could almost see the the stars, their brightness glimmering against a small pond with flowers engraved in, and the best thing, A tall Malleus by you side.

You nightly walks had lead to walking somewhere a bit farther, but it was okay since it was pretty as hell, “It’s so gorgeous out here, wow… I just think this is the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” You remarked with awe sparked eyes, Malleus on your side looked at you with fondness, “I do agree that this is quite a exquisite landscape, though there is a plenty variety of more enticing views, many of which I have seen in Briar Valley that would perhaps grown fond of as well.” He stated softly, he noticed your eyes sparkling by just seeing this place and he wonders if they would grow bigger and shiner if you saw what he’s seen.

“Ooo Briar valley does look really pretty! I’ve seen my photos and it looks so mythical and magical, it would be really nice to see it in person!” You said with a cheery tint. This felt like a memory of a really old pretty place and it was making you happy, pretty places are really great, but their Better with Malleus here.

Malleus chuckled a little seeing your excitement, he put his hand on his chin and his eyes looked over to look at you as you both stepped on the slightly rocky path, “Then I shall bring you soon, it is even more breathtaking in reality.” He smiled, you smiled. “Really!? Promise?” You exclaimed gleefully, “Oh yes indeed.” He stated, eyes full of love, but they soon fluttered into confusion as you pulled out your pinky finger to his.

He had no idea what to do and stopped walking, you both kinda stared at eachother, no one dare breaking the eye contact, till you felt his hand grab your pinky and hand shake it?? “Oh yes Child of Man, I agree.” He does NOT know what he is agreeing to. “Is this how you humans agree upon something? I can’t I’ve seen Silver do such things…” Malleus trailed off, still shook your pinky.

”Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know you didn’t have these here… yea it’s a “human” thing, uhm it’s a bit of childish to explain.” You murmured, looking away, you pinky started to get warm. Oh my gosh you’re a baby.

Haha cute. “It’s alright Child of Man, I’d like to know about the human culture, so I think starting off from infantry traditions would be quite helpful.” He said, finally let go of your pinky, but he liked holding it, very warm and small, he wondered what your whole hand would feel like.

”Okay so whenever we make a promise, we intertwine our pinky fingers together and say “pinky promise” to make the promise more meaningful and as a way to assure that it won’t be broken, that’s it honestly.” You informed, you enjoyed explaining it though, you felt smart for once and you were happy he was interested.

You soon felt a warm around your pinky again, but it wasn’t a whole hand this time, just a pinky, intertwining.

“I Pinky promise Child of Man I shall take you to Briar Valley one day.” He said we fondness, he liked this tradition, he felt more connected to you, more like a kid, blending into a personality he didn’t know he had.

“Okay!” You smiled, holding his entire hand, both your cheeks dusted rose. Diasomnia better get ready for pinkies in their face all the time because you’ve sparkled a habit in him now.

Lilia Vanrouge

Here you guys were, going through boxes among boxes, gosh did it never end? Lilia had been trying to find a “secret” item from his past for some reason, but he had hid it away in the boxes of his closet that he brought to NRC. You were there too because of course you were, but also because you were trying to coax the secret out of him

“Liliaa tell me geez, it’s just the past, it can’t be that bad” you groan as you help take out each hefty box, not being allowed to open them to your dismay

“Oh you don’t even know an inch of my past…” he chuckled, annoying, but at least he was going through pain too while trying to find this object, his room a mess, looking like an Amazon warehouse, oh they don’t have these here do they?

“Ughhh” you hiss, grabbing his shoulder, shaking him, “Listen, I pinky promise I won’t tell anyone or get mad, I just don’t like you treating me like a kid and I want to know what your hiding or I’ll assume something realllyyyyy bad!” You stuck out your pinky, hoping for it to latch with his.

“Sigh alright alright… so- what are you doing?” His face was colored with an expression of bewilderment once looking at your pinky. “Wow I didn’t know you hated me so much…” he sighs dramatically, suddenly crossing a hand over his heart and slumping over.

“What? Huh?” You call out, your response getting made with fake cries, “it’s a pinky promise! You never heard of it? Also how is that offensive??” You NEED to know, you actually feel kinda bad.

His false misery ends with him laughing up a storm and you look at him, not impressed. “Okay, okay sorry,” he patted your cheeks while he chuckled one last time, “back in my day, Fae used this sign with their pinkies to call someone a…is alt dumb idiotic fool and a bastard, very offensive, some died from using it to the wrong people!” He explained ominously, looking mischievous.

Well you looked horrified. “Oh my gosh I’m so sorry!! Don’t kill me or anything!! We use pinky promise to make a really secure promise…honestly it’s a really childish thing to do u had no idea it could ever mean THAT.” You apologized rapidly, he giggled. His pinky latching on yours.

“Oh don’t be an overthinker, if was an honest mistake, besides, Fae need to be inclusive to other cultures! Just wouldn’t recommend doing that in Briar Valley…” he trialed off as he shook your pinky with his, enjoying your silliness and tradition, it was nice for soothing for hurtful and bad to be transformed into something positive, and it’s always you who does it huh? Blessing.

“Yes yes of course…but tell me!” You insist, he gives up.

“Okay… I’m looking for A record of one of my most cherished songs…” he admits defeated.“Um. Is it illegal or something? I don’t get why you’re acting like you’ll get a felony if anyone knows about it…” you admit, underwhelmed., pinkies still interlocked.

“Because it’s a cult Classic and I will not let anyone take this master peice of a song away from me! Oh! Here it is, it was sealed off by magic. I’ll give you a listen since I trust you so very much, you should be glad.”

You give him the pinky again, but not for a promise.

“Hey!”

Lets just say, there will be many misunderstandings from now on, but he loves you, it’s okay.

Silver Vanrouge

When your in Twisted Wonderland, you can’t help being curious about everything, today curiosity? Flowers.

So you set off to a small trip to Botanical Garden with your very limited free time, no plan, no directions, just a dream and hope to find something out.

As you steps through all the lush, you suddenly find a flower, oh wait no, it’s just Silver, sleeping peacefully like he belonged in the grass, usually you wouldn’t wake him up, but it was late sooo. “Mm Silver?” You poke his cheek while crouching to his level

“Hm…? Hm! Oh Y/N it’s you, my apologies you’ve found me in this state…” his cheeks tinted as he got caught lacking by you, but was it because of that or something else?

“Your fine, i don’t mind! Just concerned since its getting late, so why are you in here?” You assure, he fixes his posture and looks at you with intent, cheeks pink still.

“Ah, as you know I’ve been trying to find a remedy for my sleeping issues. Recently father had found a book from his ancient archive on strong herbs and flowers that are very effective for potions, so I came here to see if I could locate the items to help my cause, no luck.” He explained slowly, wanting you to understand fully and sound more proper. Whenever he talked to you, he couldn’t help but wanting to talk a bit faster, he needs to stop that.

Flowers? “Oh flowers? I’ve been interested in that topic the whole day and I really wanted to learn more about it! I’m so happy someone’s on the same page as me, that’s so cool!” He loved the way you glimmered when you expressed strong emotions.

He smiled fondly, “I could ask father for you to borrow the book for a bit, if course you’d have to take exceptional care if it and agree to his terms and conditions, but it’s possible.” He stated softly, patting the patch of grass next to him for you to sit closer, you did with joy.

“Really? Thank you, you’re amazing! I will! Pinky promise?” You pointed you finger to him, so now his softness was replaced with something you didn’t see often, a confused Silver.

“Oh uhm…sorry I don’t know if my father has any books about pinky promises, I’ve never heard of that before…” he stared at your finger not knowing what to do, you put your hand down and giggled.

“Oh I didn’t know they didn’t have those here… kinda depressing…sorry! Basically it’s a tradition from my world where when we want to make a strong promise, we use our pinky and interlock them to make it final!” You explained calmly, his calmness rubbing off on you. Silly Billy you are.

“Oh alright, That makes sense, thank you, yes here.” He raises his hand sticks out his pinky, “go ahead, my lady.” Hello mutters serenely as he died from being flustered.

You interlocked pinkies, the touch so small, yet making his whole body pink, and then you felt his body weight on you, silly fell asleep mid promise.

You sit there quietly, enjoying the weight and silence, his silver hair rubbing against your shoulder, pinkies remaining locked.

Since that day you’ve been receiving flowers from little critters more frequently than ever, each carrying a note talking about the flowers significance. And also since that day, he always uses pinky promises because he adores holding that part of you in him. Oh he loves your glimmer.

Sebek Zigvolt

“Okay im going to make a deal with you so good you can’t deny!” You declare loudly to Sebek to match his energy. Set the scene, Sebek and you. sitting in his dorm, thighs slightly touching yes this is important because it’s making you both red! Both of you are doing a collage-poster- board study of some of the best magic wielders in Twisted wonderland, we all know who Sebek chose, but sadly for him, he didn’t know how to use a printer. “Such thing is not possible human since my self control is at its highest and is strengthening everyday!” He responds offendedly to your previous comment, looking at you, because he is mad of course and not because of that pretty face trust.

“I’ll get you VERY high quality and amazing pictures of Malleus…and a secret about him as well…” whisper ominously “If you stop screaming in my ear and treat me like the Queen I am for the time being!” How mischievous.

He is in between unimpressed and impressed. “I can’t know just things about my liege…he should tell me himself…” he curled up into a ball and kid his face, murmuring to himself like the demons in his head ate taking over. (It’s just him himself)

You pat his shoulder to calm him a little, “your not going to get castrated breathe…” you whisper calmly, “what?! No! Ugh, alright! I agree!” He admits. Face red, making sure you don’t see it, but fortunately for your amusement, his ears give it away.

Great! Now you just gotta seal it with a pinky promise! C’mon!” You poke his face with your pinky, waiting for his with a goofy smile. “Stop…” he mumbled, picking his head up. “What is the meaning of this.” He raises an eyebrow at you. “Pinky Promise! I pinky promise I’ll tell you an epic Malleus secret if you behave!” You proudly restate, his mind is shambles at trying to figure this out.

“Is this one of your silly human traditions?” He stares at you with his arms crossed, not looking forward to this.

“Oh my gosh! You don’t know what a pinky promise is? Okay okay so!” You yap about all the meaning and significance of pinky promises with joy radiating from you,. And surprisely, there are no interruptions and only head nods and “hms.” Your joy soothes his hatred for humans, he can’t help go a little soft when he sees you explain something so happily, it reminds him of himself when he discusses Malleus, who is he to interrupt?

“I see I see…I’m not sure if I am willing of doing such silly human traditions but…” Holy mother of Malleus Draconia he can’t help not deny you, his pinky latches to your, squeezing it tight, face facing downwards again due to his face being even brighter, his ears are still a loss cause as they’re tinted red, you don’t ever plan on telling him. You just laugh, you could say he loved tomfoolery.

“Now before you share everything with me, I shall get you some water.” He states clearly in a gentle and quiet manner, when he pinky promises he means it.

Little do you know, everyone shall hear about the tradition of pinky promises now because your he feels the need to share your joy.

[iamdkayyyyy]

Ok hmo bf vern who sees you playing with/taking care of a baby (for example let's say an older member's child ) and now you look so wife-able to him and he just can't keep his hands off u which is rare

[Pls tell me u understand my horrible explanation]

anon, I honestly dont know if I did this the way you wanted, BUT I tried. And hopefully that's enough. 🥲

A Moment Of Forever -C.hs ₊˚⊹ᰔ

A Moment of Forever -C.HS

Seungcheol walked over to Vernon as he leaned against the wall of the practice room, watching you with a soft smile on his face. You were crouched down on the floor, your focus entirely on Hyeri, Seungcheol’s baby girl. 

“ hi hyung,” the younger one said.

“hi vern,” in less than a minute he started going on about something important for the comeback that Vernon was NOT listening to. 

“Vernon.Vernon. Are you even listening to me?” 

“huh, sorry hyung. just distracted.” his lovesick eyes giving away exactly what he was distracted by.

the leader looked in your direction only to see how sweet and tender you were being with his daughter. he sighed.

“you know what, I’ll leave you to it. i was like this with minji too , yk before she um. you know.” his eyes blurred with tears and he walked away,every step becoming heavier. Minji had slipped into a coma when hyeri was born. 2 years. 2 entire years without her. Vernon thinks he could never live that long without you. As much as Vernon felt sorry for cheol. he was greatful that he could approach you now.

You had a way of getting the tiny bundle of joy to giggle that melted Vernon’s heart. Every time Hyeri turned her little head and squealed at your silly faces, Vernon felt something stir deep inside him.

“oh y/nie, you’re such a natural with her,” he called out, affectionately using your nickname, his heart racing slightly.

You looked up, your eyes brightening. 

“awwh, thanks baby.” you said a small blush spreading a cross your cheeks, now avoiding his gaze.“

I just love being with her. Isn’t she the cutest?” Your hand gently patted Hyeri’s back as the baby cooed happily.

Vernon couldn’t help himself as he moved closer, watching you with adoration. In that moment, you looked so incredibly wife-able, your nurturing side shining brightly, and it sent butterflies fluttering in his stomach—a sensation he wasn’t accustomed to feeling. Usually reserved and reluctant to initiate physical contact, he found himself moving closer, wanting to be a part of your world.

He slid his arm around your waist, pulling you slightly closer. “You know, every time I see you like this, it just makes me… I can’t explain it,” he murmured, leaning in to place a peck on your cheek. “You look amazing, my love.”

You turned to him, blushing even more. “Vern, you’re making me all shy!” Your voice was laced with laughter, but your heart raced at the affectionate displays.

But Vernon wasn't done. He leaned in again, capturing your lips briefly. It was a moment filled with unspoken affection and yearning. Each kiss was more intense, an exploration of emotions he’d kept bottled up.

“baby… I’m so lucky to have you,” he whispered softly, his breath warm against your skin, and he stole another kiss, deeper this time.

The air was thick with a newfound passion, and Vernon’s heart raced. He knew he had to act on the whirlwind of emotions swirling in him. The proposal he'd planned for you felt like it couldn’t wait another day.

The next morning, he woke up early, his mind racing with anticipation. He had arranged everything perfectly for your day at the beach—a place laden with memories of laughter and warmth. He not only wanted to see you again but also hoped to share a life with you.

As you arrived, the salty air brushed against your skin, and you beamed up at him. “This place is beautiful, Vern!” you exclaimed, tying your hair back. All your friends staring at you like they were all sharing a secret you weren’t a part of. Seungcheol looked you softly, you had helped him find Minji, the love of his life.

“Just like you, princess,” he replied, his eyes sparkling. He held your hand as you walked along the shoreline, feeling the warmth of the sand beneath your feet.

After some fun in the sun, Vernon stopped, taking a deep breath as he prepared himself. His heart raced, and he felt the wave of nerves wash over him. “Y/N,” he started, his voice steady yet soft, “there’s something I need to tell you.”

You turned, tilting your head sweetly, “What is it, baby?”

“I’ve been thinking about how incredible you are—especially yesterday, watching you take care of Hyeri. Just seeing you with her… it made me realize how much I want us to experience that together. I can’t wait to have our own little family one day,” he confessed.

Your breath caught in your throat, your eyes widening. Before you could respond, Vernon knelt down on one knee, pulling out a small velvet box from his pocket. “Y/N, will you marry me?”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you looked down at him. He looked so earnest and hopeful, and in that moment, every fear and doubt vanished.

“Yes! Yes, of course!” you exclaimed, your voice choked with emotion. He slipped the ring onto your finger, standing up to capture you in his arms.

“Princess, I promise to cherish every moment with you. You truly are the love of my life,” he whispered, sealing his promise with a kiss.

At that moment, there was a ring. The leader pulled his phone out. It was the hospital. 

“ Hello Mr. Choi. We are glad to inform you that Mrs. Choi is now fully concious.”

Happy tears began to rush down both you and seungcheol’s face, his wife and your best friend. She would be able to be there on the day of Vernon’s proposal. This truly was the best day of your life.

As you and your FIANCÉ ( still crazy to you) embraced, the warmth of the sun and the sound of waves crashing seemed to echo your newfound future. In that moment, you both knew that this chapter was just the beginning of a beautiful love story, filled with laughter, adventure, and a family of your own. 

Bonus:

“Mrs Chwe,” Hanson called lovingly. 

The biggest smile spread across your face.

“ HANSOL,” you playfully smacked his arm. “ stop calling me that, i look like a MADWOMAN. “ you really did , your face all red and your smile so wide almost kinda psychopathic. 

“ you look beautiful, you always do”

The End.

OMG VERNON HAD SUCH A CHOKEHOLD ON ME GIYS. I tried please show some love i worked hard in this.

[frost-queen]

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You ask, I deliver ;) A meet up at a station takes a different turn.

Maeheon station.

The crowd was moving forwards. Collectively going in one direction. The doors off the subway opening. Chattering voices bouncing off the walls. Off getters making way for on getters. Slowly the station became emptier. The doors to the subway closing. Getting in motion as the machinery screeched over the cable-lines. Chattering dying out as all went up the stairs.

All but one. Your spot on the bench already warmed up from the amount of time you had been sitting down. Watching train after train pass by. Each missing with the purpose of not wanting to move. Sighing loud, you let your head fall back against the wall. Just you and the classical music streaming in the station for one’s pleasure.

Turning your phone up, you looked at the black screen. Double tapping the screen, it flashed on. You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but there were no texts. Of course he wouldn’t text you. Surely not when he broke up with you a couple of days ago.

Yet deep down, you still wished to receive a text from him. Wanting him to apologize or tell you just how much he loved you. Perhaps it was all too good to be true. He wasn’t going to text you back and you knew it. You were just giving yourself false hope.

Tugging your phone away once more, you turned to your self-pity once more. Since the break-up, you felt unlike yourself. Messed up and in knots. Acting all unlike yourself. Like for example sit and wait in a station for nothing. Doing absolutely nothing but wallow in self-pity.

Stare deeply in front of you at the ground. Fluttering confused with your eyelashes when two neat black shoes came stopping in front of you. It made you lift your gaze up when the shoes remained in place. Your gaze was up to his trousers till the feet moved.

Turning to the side and getting out of your vision. Confused you shot your head up. Staring at the empty station in front of you. Hearing a soft exhale beside you, made you jump out of your skin. A man had coming sitting beside you, wearing a suit and tie. Beside him a briefcase.

You stared at his face before staring down at his shoes. The same shoes that were in front of you. Gaze flashing briefly back up to his profile. You puffed out a scoff that from every empty bench in the station to choose from, he chose to sit with you.

Turning your posture back to the front, you felt a bit uncomfortable that someone was sitting with you. You could sense that the man was looking at you. Seeing it from the corner of your eye. – “Annyeonghaseyo, miss.” �� he spoke with a smile on his lips.

You muttered out a reply, bowing your head in his direction without any eye contact. Staring back to the front, yet still feeling his gaze on you. – “Do you have a minute miss.” – he asked leaning a bit forwards. You gave him a proper look, taking him up and down.

Sliding just that further away from him. – “I don’t need a sale.” – you responded not wanting him to force whatever rubbish he tried to sell in his suitcase. – “It’s not that.” – he answered. – “I would like to give you a great opportunity.” – he went on as you were getting annoyed by him.

From your purse you took out your perfume, holding it up to him like a weapon. The man blinked surprised at the cosmetics pointed at him. – “I already told you I don’t want any sales!” – you made clear, looking him dead in the eye. The man swallowed thinking for a moment you would actually spray your perfume in his eyes.

Lowering your hand, you scoffed. – “Like I would waste a good smell on you.” – you said tugging your perfume away. – “Is it the one you are wearing?” – he asked all of the sudden. Furrowing your brows at his question. – “Mwo haneun geoya?” – you called out, leaning back when he had pulled himself a bit up.

Coming to smell you. His face close to your neck. – “Ya!” – calling out as you shoved him back. He only chuckled sitting back down. Straightening his suit before turning his head back to you in all seriousness. – “Now about that opportunity.” – he addressed once more, leaning on the suitcase between you and him.

Puffing loud, you crossed your arms. – “Like what, you can magically make my ex be less off a dick?” – you ridiculed his offer. The man tilted his head slightly. Checking you up and down. – “I see you were recently dumped.” – he responded making you stare in shock back at him for his bluntness. – “I am heavily debating on using my perfume anyways.” – you threatened back if he kept mocking you like that. He chuckled once. Opening his suitcase.

Curiously, you watched as he took out two envelopes. A red one and blue. Ddakji. – “Let’s play a game over it.” – he announced, holding them up with a smirk. – “If you win, I’ll pay you.” – he explained. – “Or something else…” – he added eyeing you up and down.

You already reached your hand out to him as he pulled them further away. – “If I win, you pay me.” – he made clear, wanting you to know the rules. – “So…” – he started moving them back to the front. – “Which do you want?”

Looking at the red and blue one, you weren’t sure. Gaze going over to him, seeing that charming smile on his lips. Something mad hiding behind them. Taking a deep breath, you threw everything overboard. Moving your finger up to point. The man stared confused back at you when your finger was pointing clear at him. Not at the ddakji but at his chest.

“What?” – you called out. – “I got to choose right? So I chose.” – you finished with a smile. – “The Ddakji.” – he called out, flapping them your way. It made you shrug your shoulders. – “I don’t want your money.” – was your response. He moved the ddakji down. – “Okay, I understand. You want to play a different game.” – he spoke leaning in close.

You leaned in as well, supporting on his suitcase. Flashing a flirty smile at him. – “Is that so?” – you questioned. Gods whatever it was you were doing, your mind couldn’t follow. Perhaps it was love-sick or pity, but you wanted to be bad. Having enough of being the good girl as clearly it brought you nowhere. Certainly not with your ex that cheated on you.

His eyes were going up and down your face. Lingering at your lips. – “Are you sure you can handle it?” – he asked. – “I’ll decide for myself.” – you answered. He curled up a smile. A smile like complimenting you for good work. He put the ddakji back away, getting up afterwards. Offering you his arm.

Completely swooned over by him, you took his arm. Following a complete stranger, just because he gave you some attention and had a pretty face. He led you out of the station. It hadn’t occurred to you just how long you had been sitting at the station for it was getting dark. He removed your hand from around his arm, taking it in his. Holding a tight grip on it.

Perhaps not wanting you to escape. He pulled you closer to the side-walk, holding his hand out for a cab. – “Where are you taking me?” – you asked. Perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea, following a complete stranger. He turned to look at you with a smile. – “A secret.” – he whispered out, having come with his face up to your neck. Smelling your perfume once more.

A cab pulled over as he opened the door for you. With little time to rethink your actions, he nudged you into the car. Coming to sit beside you. He gave the driver a card with an address on it. The car driving off. Not a moment later your phone went off. Taking it out to see who was calling you. Your ex. For whatever reason.

He glanced over your shoulder at your phone, plucking it away from you. – “Remember you were getting over him, darling.”  - he spoke tugging your phone away in his inside pockets. You stared in shock back at him. He came shuffling a bit closer to you. Pressing a hand on your thigh. His gaze on the driver whilst leaning against you.

His lips close to your neck, hand sliding up your thigh. – “Wasn’t that right?” – he whispered at you. Sending a flush over your cheeks. Already feeling your body pulsating at how close his hand was getting. As a quick response, you slapped your hand down on his to stop him from going even deeper down between your thighs.

He gave you a sarcastic smile back as a response. You took his hand, giving it a hard squeeze before taking it off your body. Glancing up at the driver if he had noticed anything. He hadn’t been paying attention to you or him.

The car came to a stop in an unknown neighbourhood to you. He pulled you out of the cab with him. Shoving you up the stairs into an apartment. He was handling you rough, but somehow you didn’t mind. He pushed you into a sofa, making you blink surprised. He set his suitcase down. You gasped when he set his hands down on the sides to lean in to you.

“Shall we play a game sweetheart?” – he asked looking down at your lips. – “But first I would like to know my playthings name.” – he continued. – “Y/n.” – you breathed out. His lips curling up to a smile. – “What do I call you?” – you wanted to know. – “You can call me recruiter, darling.” – he responded, giving little away of his identity.

“Shall we?” – he let out with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. Taking your hand, he pulled you up from the seat. – “Familiar with rock, paper, scissors?” – he asked as you hummed loud. – “If I win, I get to undress you.” – he spoke. – “If I win, I get to undress you.” – you responded quickly with a yearning breath.

Your answer seemed to please him as it made him smile. He opened his hands for you to take a stand. Exhaling deep, you clenched your hands into fists. He did the same. – “Rock, paper, scissors.” – he called out as both of you showed your hands. He had a rock and a scissor as yours was two papers.

It made you gulp soft as he could easily win from you. – “Minus one.” – he let out. You moved one hand close to your chest as he did the same. Only keeping his scissor up. – “Are you deliberately letting me win, Y/n?” – he questioned with a teasing glance.

You lowered both your hands as the recruiter stepped up to you. His hands going to your shoulders. Taking your coat in his hands. Letting it slide slowly off your back. Your breath shuddered at his fingers brushing over your body. Your coat getting tossed aside.

“Again.” – he spoke, tilting your head up by your chin. He took a step back once more. Both showing your hands. – “Rock, paper, scissors.” – he repeated. Both showing your hands. He chuckled at your hands. – “Minus one.” – he said moving a hand back. You did as well, closing your eyes as you had chosen the wrong one.

Ending up losing again. He smirked, approaching you once more. His eyes going over your face till they went down to your chest. Setting his hands by the top of your blouse. With one strong pull, he ripped it open. Buttons flinging off as he revealed your bosom.

“You are getting in a disadvantage Y/n.” – he touched your chin as your lips parted automatically. Feeling exposed standing so openly in front of him. – “Again.” – you were the one to call out now. Shoving him back. He grinned at how eager you suddenly were. – “Rock, paper, scissors.” – you called out both setting your hands.

“Minus one.” – you quickly added. Not giving him much time to think it over. He shoved a hand back to his chest, staring at the remaining hands. With slight shock, he looked up to you. You grabbed his tie, pulling him closer to you. – “I won.” – you whispered at him.

You set your hands on his shoulders. He smiled at how innocently you were going to undo him of his suit. Yet you had other plans. He never specified in which order you should undress one. Your gaze lowered as did your hands. Lowering to his trousers.

He gulped surprised when you took a hold of his belt. Undoing it as you zipped his trousers open. Keeping your eyes on him, you took a hold of his trousers. Going down low, taking them down with you. The recruiter cleared his throat, looking away. As you rose again, you felt a sudden hand on your head. Giving it a few pets. Staring up at him, you saw him smirking.

“Again?” – you asked him with a teasing smile once you stood back up. The recruiter already ready with his hands. Something devious in his eyes wanting to get payback. Hard. – “Rock, paper, scissors. Minus one.” – he slapped your hand away in victory. You swallowed knowing very well what he was going to do.

He reached for your pants. Unhooking his finger over the ledge. Pulling you over to him by it. You stumbled against his chest. His gaze remained on you as he fidgeted at your pants to unbutton them. Tugging his hands inside your pants to slide off your hip. Feeling the fabric of your panties. He lowered himself as well, taking your pants down with him. Kneeling down as his eyes had a good view of your panties.

You shuddered out a breath when his hand was placed on your thigh. Feeling his sudden breath against your inner thigh. Eyes widening when you felt his lips leave a tender kiss on your thigh. Making you press your lips together at how he was teasing you.

His lips kissing your thigh once more. Going a bit more down as you felt like losing your mind. Grabbing him by his hair and pulling his head back. Panting loud with flushed cheeks. – “That was not the agreement.” – you called out.

“You mustn’t tease me than like that Y/n.” – he responded chuckling. He got back up letting his finger trail up your bare knees up to your thigh. – “You are about to lose Y/n.” – he reminded you, hinting down at you standing in your underwear. – “We’ll see about that.” – you bit back. Hands already out once more. Paper against rock.

He gave you a warning glance to not require him to take revenge for it would not be sweet. You decided to be good this turn, undoing his suit jacket from him. Rock against Scissors. Smiling you approached him once more. Moving your hands at his shirt.

Gripping on tight to the top as you wanted to ruin his shirt just the same. Pulling hard at it, you only managed to rip open the first few buttons. The recruiter laughed loud at your defeat. He set his hands near the ripped buttons, ripping his shirt more open.

Now you had an open playground. Brushing your hands over his bare chest. Feeling his tense muscles under your touch. Moving your hands to his shoulders, shoving it over his shoulders. Your lips lingered by his neck. Heart beating faster. Setting your fingers in his shoulders, you kissed his neck tenderly.

You gasped loud when the recruiter had grabbed you firm by the back of your neck, pulling you off. A hunger in his eyes. Eyes widening before he hungrily set your lips on his. Wanting this teasing to stop. Losing himself over the kiss as lips touched yours roughly.

Holding on tight to you as he backed away with you. Never letting his lips release from you. He pulled your leg up to his hip, hooking it around him. Your back hitting the wall hard. He pulled your other leg up as well, unhooking around him. Lips kissing yours. Going down to your neck and throat. Wanting to taste every little bit of you.

Soft moans escaped from you as it only pleasured him more. – “Rock…” – you panted out as he kept kissing your neck. Over and over again. – “Paper…” – you went on, running your hands through his hair. – “Scissors.” – you finished. – “Minus one.” – he panted out against your neck.

You moved your hand back, revealing a rock. The recruiter breathed out a laugh, looking down at the paper sign between the two of you. – “I win.” – he panted out. He removed you from against the wall, Placing you down on the bed. Coming to hover over you. – “End of game.” – he breathed out before kissing you passionately. Hands going down to your hip. Claiming his victory to the fullest.

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study buddies

member — junhui x f reader genre — smut, college au word count — 1.6k synopsis — with finals right around the corner it's important that you know the vocab for the exam, and your boyfriend has the perfect study method to help you. warnings — descriptions of female anatomy (not super detailed this time), choking, marking, hair pulling, fingers in mouth, dry humping, teasing/very light degradation?, he's a little bit subby in this one (m receiving for all the above warnings) notes — requested by @pinkhwacherries & also by @tigerhoshi25 — thanks to @onlymingyus for making sure i don't sound insane !! this is feral and wildly self indulgent i hope yall like it. also very sorry to bio/med readers i'm an english major so if the anatomy terms i used are wrong plsplspls ignore it i am but a humble incompetent smut writer. if you liked this and want to see more, be sure reblog with comments or send me an ask! <3

"baby, you're never gonna pass your exam if you don't stop staring at me and start studying," jun giggles, pointing at your textbook from where he sits at the edge of your bed.

you pout and cross your arms, leaning back in your chair. you had been zoning out, watching jun play games on his phone while you're supposed to be studying. "it's not my fault you're prettier to look at."

he blushes and hides his face, leaning over your desk. "are you sure you wouldn't rather look at—" he pauses to read from your textbook, horribly mispronouncing the vocabulary, "—the sternohyoid muscle?”

"i give up," you say with a groan, leaning your head back against the chair. "it's so boring, i hate this class. why did i even take anatomy?"

he shrugs. "well, boring or not, you'll feel worse if you fail the class and have to retake credits.”

you turn to glare at him, but you know he's right. with a sigh you lean over your textbook, your head in your hands as you stare down at the words.

jun clears his throat, and you glance up at him to see what he wants now. "would it help you remember if you had… a real life example?" he says, almost shyly.

"and where exactly am i gonna find one?" you ask, cocking your eyebrow at him.

gently he takes your hand and brings it up to his neck, pressing your palm against his adam's apple. automatically you wrap your fingers around his neck, like you've done so many times before but never in this context. it catches you off-guard, your stomach beginning to warm at the feeling of his throat moving beneath your hand.

"does that feel better?" he asks, his voice suddenly a little more rough than it usually is.

you blink, trying to remember what you’re supposed to be doing right now. “better, as opposed to…?”

you can see the warmth creeping into his cheeks, but he doesn’t take back his offer. “is it helping you focus more, i mean?”

you pause, your eyes flitting over his face. exams are the absolute last thing on your mind right now. “yes—no. yes?”

he slides your textbook off the desk and onto his lap, never breaking eye contact until he looks down at the page. “submandibular triangle,” he reads.

“huh?”

he repeats the words, covering the diagram with his hand to block your view. “i’m quizzing you.”

“right.” your mind goes blank. “um… here.”

you reposition your hand, pressing your thumb gently underneath his chin. he lets out a quiet gasp, and your fingers tighten ever so slightly at the sound. 

“larynx?” you move your fingers lower, and he quickly glances down at the page again, picking out another. “external jugular vein.”

“you’re giving me easy ones,” you say, lowering your hand a few centimeters. you run your thumb along the side of his throat, gently tracing the vein that bulges out. “here.”

he doesn’t have another word prepared, so you take it upon yourself to shift your hand, putting pressure on a section of his neck with your fingers.

his eyes flutter shut with a soft sigh, and the sudden urge to bite him overtakes you. ever so slowly you lean closer, your lips hovering next to him. you can hear his breath catch in his throat, feel his pulse quickening under your fingertips.

“i thought you were helping me study,” you say in a low voice, almost a whisper. your warm breath so close against his neck makes his skin prickle as his face flushes a deep shade of red.

suddenly he opens his eyes, looking down at you through his lashes. “fine. soft palate.” there’s a hint of mischief in his gaze that you recognize far too well.

you narrow your eyes at him, knowing exactly what he’s doing. “i can’t reach that one, jun. it’s inside your mouth.”

“and?”

“and i don’t think shoving my fingers in your mouth is going to help me remember all these for my exam.”

he shrugs and you can feel the muscles in his neck move, your grip still tight around him. “i think it’s worth a try.”

“you’re being difficult, junnie.” your fingers tighten again, a barely audible whimper escaping from his throat.

“maybe that’s on purpose.”

“and why would you be doing that? seems like that would make you a bad study partner.”

“maybe because i want you to kiss me instead.”

you shift your hand, cupping his neck with your palm. “well, how do you expect me to do that if my fingers are in your mouth?”

he pushes your textbook off his lap and onto the floor, giggling like it's the stupidest question he's ever heard and the answer should be obvious. “take them out first.”

you groan and pull him closer to you by the neck, crashing your lips against his. you can feel him smiling against your mouth and you know he's pleased with himself for this, so you squeeze your fingers just a little bit more until he moans.

you pull away from his mouth and start kissing his throat instead, starting at his jaw just beneath his chin and moving your lips downward. he groans and you feel his pulse jump under your tongue as you reposition your hand to press your thumb against his adam's apple. 

your tongue swipes at the soft, pretty skin of his neck as you dig your fingers in and tilt his head to the side, giving you a better angle to begin sucking. he leans his head back, easily complying.

you shift from your chair and onto his lap, straddling him with your legs on either side of his thighs. you can feel his bulge pressing against your tummy as you sit down, and it gives your ego a boost knowing he's already rock hard.

the thought crosses your mind suddenly that it's a good thing you're wearing your thick fuzzy pajama pants instead of shorts like you normally do; otherwise he'd definitely be able to feel your pussy throbbing against his lap, and you're fighting not to give in to the desire so easily. you're practically dripping onto his lap, your panties sticking to you with wetness, but he doesn't need to know that just yet. right now, all you want him to focus on is how good your fingers feel on him and how much you're gonna make him regret teasing you.

his hands immediately grip your waist when you sit down, pulling you closer against his body. you start to suck harder on his neck, determined to make sure the marks you leave on him will stay for days afterwards. god, you better pass this fucking test. 

you bite down on a little patch of skin and he bucks his hips up into you, fingertips squeezing your hips until his knuckles turn white. he groans loudly, a stream of barely comprehensible words flowing from his lips.

“will you be quiet?” you say, a little exasperated, but really you like the way he can't control his mouth. “you're supposed to be helping me focus.”

“i am he—” he starts, but you cut him off by sticking two fingers in his mouth, pressing down on his tongue.

“now, shut up.”

he moans in surprise but quickly accepts the intrusion, and you feel the electricity in your fingertips as he purses his lips and swirls his tongue around them. you have to hold back a moan yourself at the feeling, his spit coating your fingers and his tongue tickling your skin.

you let out a short, breathy laugh at his eagerness, rewarding him with a grind of your hips against his bulge. “good boy.”

you can see the lust flashing across his eyes at your words and it only makes you want to mark him more, finally removing your hand from around his neck and moving your fingers up to tug on the hair at the base of his scalp.

you shift your head from the side of his neck to the front, kissing up and down the column of his throat and delighting in the way he whimpers so prettily at your touch.

your exam is at the furthest back of your mind by now, but still you can't help but recall the vocab words and diagrams as you grip him. each muscle that contracts when he tries to moan around your fingers, each bone in his throat that you run your hand over, trying to ingrain it in your memory.

finally you pull your fingers out from between his lips, and he lets out a choked exhale when you wipe the spit off on his cheek, running the back of your hand along his chin to brush away his drool. 

you pat his jaw gently, grinning at how out of breath he is. “you changed my mind. you're not a bad study partner, after all.”

and later that night he proves himself again, fucking you into your tiny twin mattress, his hand pressed against the back of your neck so you can feel the same pressure points as he did. and again the next morning before you leave, letting you kiss him until your mouth goes dry and trace every inch of him with your fingers.

after all that studying, needless to say, you ace your exam.

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candles littered across Spencer’s apartment, shining a soft warm glow onto his bookshelf’s and walls; the sounds of rain pitter patting on the windows as you found yourself lost in spencer’s affection. Which started out as sweet neck kisses and tickles that distracted you from your newly purchased book, neck kisses which then lead to hickeys being littered across your collarbone and chest. Pausing momentarily Spencer would look up at you with those adorable eyes of his, his pupils dilated as he gazed at your soft and delicate features. Every single beautiful one, “You are part of my existence, part of myself. You have been in every line I have ever read.” He says softly, his voice almost as low as a whisper as he admires you. Eyes never breaking contact with yours, “Is that Charles dickens?” You asked with a giggle, eyes on the verge of spilling over with tears at the love you felt for Reid in that moment. “That is the the most perfect example as to why I love you.” He states with a smile, before cupping your cheek and kissing you. Your eyes fluttered closed as your heart raced and soared, you had never known of such pure unfiltered love like Spencer’s. Such romantic, and heartfelt words. The way Reid had kissed you felt almost dream like, putting you in a euphoric state even if it was nearly for 6 seconds. A kiss so gentle, yet you could feel the raw emotion in it. “I love you Spence.” You whispered against his lips, a tea slipping past and falling down your cheek as you smiled. Which spencer was quick to wipe away and kiss your tear stained cheeks, “I love you more but please don’t cry sweetheart, you’re too pretty for tears.” Even the way he said it felt as though you were supposed to know this. Almost as if it was common knowledge, that you were in fact too pretty for tears.

[mins-fins]

˖﹙💌﹚DARLIN'

｡｡｡ silly little mark lee, well of course you're in love with him!

P ─  mark lee x m!rdr. G ─ fluff, university au, sleepover, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, self indulgent. W ─ swearing, mentions of drinking, depressive nightmares. WC ─ 2.1k.

mark is afraid he has some sort of psychic connection with you, he turns and creates contact with the wooden post of a bed frame.

he replies in a grunt, head beginning to pound with an indecipherable extent of pain. he bites back a wince, teeth about to sink into his tongue as a typical response, eyes struggling open as he observes his surroundings.

jeno has an arm thrown over his back, his snoring elevated as his proximity is much too adjacent, his nose scrunches up in irritation, the touch irking him. he’s just barely able to throw the arm off of him without causing a disturbance, fortunately jeno’s a heavy sleeper.

he’s unaware of why he’s awaken exactly, or how he even ended up on the floor with tangled blankets surrounding the circle of.. everyone. of course chenle decided to take the bed, he’s selfish like that (well mark guesses it’s his huge ass house after all, yet he left them to sleep on blankets? or did they fall asleep on the floor without realizing? he can’t remember). jisung’s crazily long legs tangle with donghyuck’s, no use in attempting any escape that way.

jeno rolls over and unconsciously begins cuddling jaemin, well of course, how cute.

renjun is the only one who appears comfortable enough, graciously embezzling everybody else’s blankets in order to create his own makeshift sleeping bag.

he squints, as if striving to capture a semblance of sight in the darkness, the door is cracked open, a crack of light permeating the small space. his back emits a tiny crack, he ignores it as he somehow stands on his two feet.

mark wobbles in the manner of a child taking their first steps, much too groggy, hands coming to rub at his eyes despite light being naught. he blinks down at his feet, narrowly avoiding his foot coming in contact with donghyuck’s heat, he trips over the uneven carpeting and stumbles himself out of the frankly claustrophobic room.

mark didn’t fret, he easily noticed the lack of your presence, he recalls you falling asleep right beside him, even with the muddled memories of the past few hours. he finally did wince once his eyes met the piercing lights of the extensive hallway, what was the point of even keeping them on?

either way, that happens to contain the least of mark’s concerns, he thinks he has a good idea of why you suddenly disappeared from the group you had fallen asleep with. he knows you well enough to scope out a definite answer.

and it’s exactly how it appears in his mind, you just so happen to be downstairs, fidgeting with a cup that contains nothing. mark blinks, catching your attention immediately. “y/n?”

“can you believe even his water tastes expensive?”

the question is passive, mark’s aware of the kinds that exist with you. it’s a cover up for something more, a bit of concern hidden behind the usually playful gleam of your eyes.

he’ll entertain you for a moment.

“really?”

you hum, clearly put off by the lack of an immediate inquiry,

because for as much as mark’s knowledge of you presides, your knowledge of him exists in the same boat. he surmises it’s a bit of a double edged sword, but then again, he guesses your friendship is an example of that very phenomenon.

yet the fondness he retains could never be replicated with one other person. “yeah, typical rich people bullshit”.

there remains a collection of cups clattered in the kitchen sink, unwashed, reeking alcohol just barely fluttering its way up into the air. mark has half a mind to scrunch his nose, and if the dishes were the main focus, he would’ve fully grimaced.

good thing they aren’t the main focus.

he slips by your side easily, yearning to grab ahold of your hand, but afraid of irking you when you already appear so skittish. he somehow crams the desire downward, instead gazing upon your trembling fingertips. “why’d you get up?”

he just barely deciphers the underlying whine in addition to the clearly desperate question, his eyes probably gleam with rashness, as if he’s your lover complaining about your decision to get out of bed.

well it is always warmer with you around, though mark lee cannot admit that to any person, not even you yourself.

you contemplate, mark notices the shift of your expression. a drop to his stomach, if you do feel the need to lie, then it’s possibly something worse than what he originally thought, unlike your typical streak of insomnia, it has to be something.. more.

and he’s just the slightest bit afraid.

“water”.

“really?”

your right eye twitches, mark fears the impending irritation upcoming. “yeah” you breath, averting your gaze as your fingertips circle the curvatures of this fancy looking glass, the reflection of your dark eyes visible in the silica sand.

he sucks his teeth.

the resounding action offends you, if the corresponding look mark glimpses once you whip your head is enough. “what?”

“what?”

your face falls flat. “why are you looking at me like that?”

“why are you lying?” mark rebuts, attempting his best shot at forbearance despite how bothered he is by your indignation. “it’s just me..”

your go to response is a dry chuckle. “i know that, it’s not like i’m scared of you or anything, it’s just..”

it’s just..

nothing.

because mark knows you won’t tell him, the pertinacity of your character consistently permeates no matter what, and mark loves you, so so much, but he can’t help his elevated apprehension. his fingers drum onto the porcelain counter before him, contemplation behind his eyes.

“it’s obvious something’s wrong”.

and from your corresponding look, you’re practically placing a curse on mark’s whole entire bloodline. he supposes certain things never really do change, even if that includes obstinacy.

mark adjusts his bracelet, stepping closer as he swipes one of your fallen eyelashes from your cheek. “you could make a wish..”

he’s stalling, stalling much more than you typically do, but he can’t exactly help it, if you don’t want to confess the deepest anxieties which make you awake at night, does he really have any right to dig deeper despite his clear intrigue? you’ve never been that kind of person, his intention is to always seek your comfortability, even if it slowly kills him inside.

you stare, tilting your head and blinking at his pointer where a fallen piece of your eyelash rests. “do you really believe in that shit?”

“i enjoy tradition”.

that earns a shy smile, you’re very aware of that one, it seems that you simply relish in the manner of mark’s reply. you remain silent, again focused on your very eyelash resting atop his fingertip. “okay, i made my wish”.

mark is staggered for a moment. “what? what do you mean?”

“i made the wish in my head”.

mark uncharacteristically pouts, now that is unfair. “you can’t just do that!”

you shrug. “it’s a secret”.

the whisper causes the click of his tongue, he presses his pointer finger to his thumb in a gentle action of getting rid of your eyelash. “fine, keep your secrets..”

he doesn’t exactly realize the double sided nature of that reply, and despite his disquietude in your displayed fits of seclusion, he keeps silent on the issue he has nothing of a bearable thought on.

still, your amusement prevails.

“you know, i think—”

well mark has no time to dwell on the end of his sentence, because you step forward and pull him into a staggering embrace. it isn’t staggering in an emotional manner, you typically enjoy hugs, it’s simply.. unexpected.

your arms practically cradling his upper body, you tuck the side of your face into his neck, as if striving for a degree of comfort only he could grant you. you take in a deep breath, yet you keep silent either way.

while he is stunned, his arms consciously squeezing around your waist, well now how can he not worry? you don’t just hug out of nowhere, especially if mark is talking first.

“hey, is everything okay?”

nothing of a verbal reply, you merely nod.

how you two end up on the couch? mark barely remembers.

there isn’t a lack of space, mark is sure this one is actually a pull out, but you two decide to squeeze onto it anyway, something of a natural warmth emanating from the embrace you so dearly cherish. mark doesn’t mind, it’d be worse if you were just avoiding him.

so really, this is the best case scenario.

“you know, you have to tell me when.. this happens”.

this could equate to several things, sleepwalking, nightmares, spontaneous depressive episodes, on an especially terrible level it could be all three, but he’s simply throwing darts at a board and hoping one of them sticks. “what is this?”

“whatever has you awake tonight”.

you have that puzzled expression on your face, an expression mark questions more than anything, now replicating it on his own features. you then quickly avert your eyes, which is difficult considering you find yourself pressed into him. “i know it’s just— i don’t know, i’m scared..”

and of course, honesty includes the scratching of your nails against any surface in immediate reach. mark can’t exactly stare elsewhere, you appear to fear even the slightest corners of this huge room. “of?”

you don’t answer that one.

so mark won’t press further, that’s enough of divulging for tonight he supposes..

“you don’t want a blanket?”

“it’s warm enough” in tandem with your response, you nuzzle into the side of mark’s neck. he can’t exactly disagree, and you obviously observe that part. “besides, we know you aren’t getting up any time soon”.

“you’re technically crushing me so what could i even do?” he inquires, lips taking an upturn at the glare you pair with a glare as your soundless reply. he winces at the pinch you decide as your go to, nose scrunched up in irritation.

“i could kill you”.

“sure”.

though you’re typically numbing, mark doesn’t want to let go, it’s as if you encapsulate the feeling of alleviation with just your arms around him alone. you two are lying together on a couch you could only ever dream of buying, somewhat chilly yet aided by the mellowness of your embrace.

usually the close proximity would irk mark, the affection would be so.. out of place if it wasn’t you. he guesses that the ‘favoritism’ donghyuck goes on about isn’t all a fallacy, but he isn’t all for admitting that.

mark gazes upward at the ceiling, crinkling his nose at the shade it’s painted. your reticence endures, not yet asleep, mark can still feel your fingertips scratching at the seams of his oversized shirt, you never sleep easily.

it occurs to mark that you probably have a few more things left to mutter, your tense, fingers trembling against the ends of this couch. “what’s on your mind?” he whispers, lips pursued.

you contemplate, clear distinguishing naught. for the first time in a while, you ponder with confusion written all over your features, a battle of your conscience and your heart, anxiety manifesting in the picking of your nails.

“don’t know why i let myself get scared of things like this anymore..”

“well you aren’t used to it” he runs a finger through your hair, an act which typically calms you down. “everyone is scared of something, it doesn’t just go away with age unfortunately”.

you manage to hide your smile, but mark can make it out the stretch pleading for you to just stop being stubborn for once. you again glance away, conflicted. “fucking hate nightmares”.

you then look up, and mark wants to fall. you stare into his eyes, mark maintains eye contact though he knows it’ll be bad for his heart, yet he does so anyway, egotism carrying his movements.

mark really wants to kiss you, it would be a perfect moment too. you stare with such a gentle manner, as if mark laid his life out for you instead of just offering a regular seam of comfort, and he wants to die a little.

well he could do that, and he does,

just not on the lips.. not yet..

he leans forward, lips pressing to your forehead. your eyes flutter closed, and whilst you don’t verbally react, mark is aware of how you feel.

“think you could go to sleep like this?”

you take in a deep breath, making yourself content on the couch with mark beside you. the hug keeps mark on his feet, he doesn’t want for you to let go, you don’t either, it’s as if you’re a perfect fit for each other.

your adjacent breathing steadily comes to a close, not sleep just yet, but mark is determined to make it happen. his hand rests on your back, warm and inviting. “thank you..”

it’s alright, it’s nothing, mark would do anything for you, the sight of your own contentment joys him to no end.

“it’s nothing..”

it isn’t, feelings can await the aftermath, he’s happy now, perhaps a bit in love as well.

[sparklingbutterflies]

We all know Blair can be very overprotective, so what about a fic with her getting irritated when other people flirt with the reader? (Take Vanessa, for example. The poor girl gets verbally destroyed before she can even blink). Gn reader preferred but it's your fic so you can do whatever you feel most comfortable with <3

jealousy, turning saints into the sea

synopsis: blair waldorf is very possessive of their partner.

tags/warnings: suggestive in a public setting, g!n reader, french people, fluffy

college had made both of you extremely busy, but you always kept your sundays free. sunday was blair day no matter what, and if you missed it - she would make a big deal out of it. sometimes you would sleep over at her place on saturday night, but you had too much going on this week. blair made reservations at a nice french restaurant for lunch so you are headed in that direction.

you see the back of her head and rush towards her. she beams at you and grabs your hand right away. she presses a kiss to your cheek and you give one back to her.

unfortunately you don't know a lick of french but blair does which makes everything much easier. she walks to the waiter at the front and starts speaking to them.

"la réservation est sous waldorf." (the reservation is under waldorf)

he leads you both to a lovely table that is on the side and places the menu in front of you both. you both reach for the menu at the same time which has your hand tingling when they make contact with hers. she raises at an eyebrow at you. it takes you a moment to remember that whenever you go to a french restaurant - they never seem to have the items translated.

"can we have that fish stew thingie again?"

blair chuckles fondly at you. you feel your cheeks flushing because you know there is absolutely no way you said the correct term for it.

"the bouillabaisse sweetheart? sure we can get that. i'll get some bread too, i know you love to dip that in it."

she waves her hand and the waiter comes back over.

"pouvons-nous avoir de la bouillabaisse à partager. j'aimerais aussi du pain à côté. s'il te plaît." (can we have some bouillabaisse to share. i would also like some bread on the side. please.)

"très bien, je vais passer ta commande." (okay i will place your order.)

you ignore the conversation they are having and hum quietly to yourself. the waiter suddenly looks at you and starts speaking.

"est-ce qu'il y a quelque chose que tu aimerais spécifiquement chérie"? (is there anything you specifically would like darling?)

the beginning of his sentence made absolutely no sense to you but upon hearing the last part you stare at him. you knew chérie was one of blair's favorite endearments she used with you.

"excuse me. that is my amour. i want another waiter tout de suite avant de me plaindre à ton patron." (excuse me. that is my lover. i want another waiter right now before i complain to your boss.)

you can hear him making protesting noises but leaves anyways. a new waiter comes out along with wine. you know that wine is good considering how blair lets out an appreciative sigh.

you reach for her knuckles and rub them gently. her skin is so soft, there's not a single part where it feels rough. she looks at you and smiles.

you both chat for a while, talking about how silly that waiter was. she mentions how serena is dating dan again for like the tenth time. you meanwhile tell her how eric's new boyfriend is so charming. everytime you talk to her, her honey eyes are looking at you. it has your heart fluttering. instead of having butterflies in your stomach, it seems like they have traveled their way into your heart. a blair shaped butterfly that is there to stay it seems.

the bouillabaisse finally arrives along with the bread. you wait for her to taste it since she knows french cuisine better than you do. she makes a happy sound upon finishing her spoonful. she takes another spoonful and leans over so that it's near your mouth. you can feel the tips of your ears starting to burn up, but you open your mouth anyways. blair likes to feed you soup whenever you guys get it.

you both take your time to indulge in the thick soup while dipping the bread in it. you stop drinking the wine since the bitterness of it doesn't really accompany the fishy and herbal taste of bouillabaisse. blair gets the check even though you try to pay with your card.

"a waldorf may be spoiled, but they always take care of their own. just let me pay for our meals. all you have to do is be the perfect partner which you are already."

you both head towards the bathroom when blair notices the waiter that flirted with you earlier is still walking around.

"ugh i can't believe he's still here. i have an idea, care to join me in it?"

you let out a lopsided smile at her and nod. even though you didn't always agree with her schemes, she was getting better at being less obnoxious with them. you assume that she has plans to deal with him later.

the bathrooms are all gender neutral and private. blair picks the one in the middle, pushes you in it, and then locks the door. you make your way to pee while she seems to be inspecting the bathroom. by the time you finish and wash your hands, she's sitting on top of one of the counters they have inside.

"just play along okay?"

after she states that, she lets out the loudest moan you've ever heard her make. you rush over and cover her mouth with your hand.

you can't help but to hiss out your next remark towards her.

"what are you doing, blair?"

she smiles at you and lets out another moan, which is still loud even though it's muffled by your hand. she bites your hand which has you yelping and letting go.

"that waiter needs to know that you are mine. so get up on the counter and let me ravish you. fake moaning isn't enough."

before you can even formulate a sentence, she hops down and lifts you onto the counter. blair tilts your neck gently to the side and presses warm kisses onto it. you can feel her sucking right under your earlobe. she shifts towards your collarbones and even bites right under your jaw. the hickies and bruises are already starting to blossom on your skin. she grabs your face and starts kissing you. she tastes like wine and cotton candy lipgloss. her tongue slides in harshly and she doesn't give you time to get air. you let out a small whine and she pulls back but only for a moment. you can see the string of saliva connecting you both in that timeframe. she leans back in hungrily and bites your lower lip. she slides a hand between your legs and that leads to you letting out a sharp moan. her hands are all over your legs and waist and upper body which leaves you feeling dizzy. another moan sneaks out from you when she licks the hickies that she made a few minutes ago. everything feels too hot suddenly and you want to tell blair to slow down. you hear pounding on the bathroom door before you get a chance to say that.

"just a minute!"

blair smirks at you and ruffles your hair. she gets you down from the counter and straightens your clothing out. when you look at yourself in the mirror you wince. your whole face is covered with bite marks, hickies, bruises, and lip gloss stains. you feel extremely flustered and bury your face into blair's shoulder for a second.

"oh my precious angel, don't worry i'm with you."

she laces her hand with yours and opens the door. the waiter from before looks very angry and is wheezing slightly. blair plasters on one of her fake smiles and rummages through her coat's pocket. she takes out a card and places it in his hand.

"here is my stepfather's card. expect a call, au revoir!"

you both walk out of the restaurant in giggles while swinging hands. the look on the waiter's face when he recieved blair's card was completely worth it.

notes: 🥺 ended up being more fluffy than i thought, hope you like it aeron <3

[justmebeingme94]

Title: Mutual Feelings 🩷

Synopsis: The reader is an actress who just finished up a romance movie project with the gorgeous and brilliant Aaron Pierre as her co-star. While filming, the production company booked an extravagant Airbnb for everyone's convenience near the movie set, which was in Miami, Florida. Filming wrapped up quicker than expected, which gave the cast and crew a few extra days to kill. Due to working so closely together, the reader and Aaron have built a strong friendship despite her initial crush on him; she grows to respect and admire him as a person and not just eye candy. However, unbeknownst to the reader, Aaron was lovestruck the moment they met. A night at the beautiful house leads to feelings being exposed and the heat rises between them. This is kind of a snippet so please let me know if I should finish it. Enjoy! 🥰

"You mean to tell me that you've never seen 'Don't Be A Menace'?", you asked, choking back a giggle. "No, y/n. I can't say that I have", Aaron replied in his thick deep British accent, playfully rolling his eyes. You and Aaron were chilling in the living room of the Airbnb, looking for movies to watch on the fire stick. Y'all sat on the exceptionally soft cream colored L-shaped couch with distance between you two while the lamp next to it gave the room a cozy feel. Freshly showered, you sported a baby pink crop top with grey sweat pants and baby pink ankle socks. Your knotless boho braids were draped over one shoulder as you clicked on the movie. Filming had wrapped and you and Aaron had a week to relax and enjoy the city as well as the house. The day involved the cast and crew doing their own thing while you and Aaron decided to go to the beach. You internally thanked the Lord for getting braids due to the humidity of Florida and not wanting to fool with it during filming. Had your hair been in any other predicament, any aquatic activity would be a hard no. Besides, there was NO way you'd miss out on the opportunity of seeing Aaron's shirtless chest and abs glistening in the Miami sun... After the beach, the plan was to check out some clubs in the area. However, you both were extremely tired, just wanting to grab a bite to eat and spend the evening indoors. After showering, y'all decided to Door Dash some Chinese food and watch movies. "That means we're gonna have to watch it", you said in a sing-song voice. He laughed and shrugged. You took a bite of your sweet and sour chicken as the opening credits played. You glanced over at Aaron, who was looking at you with a small smile. You couldn't help but notice how his black tank top clung to his chest and abs while the print in his black shorts taunted and teased you. You licked your lips and readjusted on the couch, a look of anticipation on your face. You hate to admit it, but his eyes was something that you could never get used to. They were piercing. Intense. Hell, they were intimidating. And it didn't help that his newly bronzed sun tanned skin made them even more striking. "What?" You asked. "Nothing. Just...I enjoy spending time with you", he said sincerely. Your heart fluttered. "Awww Aaron, me too. I just hope that when we leave, we stay in contact", you replied. You loved the bond that you and Aaron built in the past 6 months. It wasn't just an ordinary cordial relationship between colleagues; it was rare and real. You'd grown to care for and respect the man that Aaron was. For an example, you noticed on set during food breaks that he would make sure the whole cast and crew had eaten before he would fix his plate. Or how he would make each individual feel like the most important person in the room just from engaging and speaking with him. He was all-around perfect. And as amazing as he was, you knew you didn't want that bond between you two to fade away. You looked down bashfully, tearing your gaze away from Aaron's handsome face and continued watching the movie.

****4 Hours Later****

"Okay...never have I ever....went skydiving", you slurred. Y'all decided that after the movie, a game of Never Have I Ever and some liquor would be lit. Aaron decided to put on an early 2000's R&B playlist to keep the atmosphere light and fun. "Shoot, me neither sweetheart", he replied, laughing. You both toasted a shot of Hennessy and chugged it. You immediately chased it with apple juice, hating the way it burned your throat. Aaron, being a man's man after all, hissed as it went down but didn't chase it. Being the lightweight that you are, you had only done 3 shots but they made you tipsy immediately. Aaron, on the other hand, had reached 5 before the alcohol kicked in for him. Aaron poured up another shot for you both while you let the last shot settle in your stomach. "Let's take it up a notch, darling. We've been playing it safe all night", he proclaimed, slamming the shot glass on the coffee table. The alcohol definitely had him feeling himself. You look at him suspiciously, smirking. "How so?" He cleared his throat and said, "Never have I ever....made out in the rain. Soaking wet, bodies glued together, hands all over each other, not giving a damn who sees us", He said slowly, watching your next move. He knew EXACTLY what he was doing to you too. All of a sudden, your face got extremely hot, as well as other parts of you...you were speechless! Your mouth was agape, and you clenched your legs together discretely. You took the shot quickly, not even bothering to chase it this time; your mind was on other things. Aaron, reading your reaction wrong, immediately regretted saying that. "I apologize, Y/N. Did I make you feel uncomfortable?" "Oh no no no HELL no", you replied while shaking your head fast, making him chuckle. "You just caught me off guard. I've never kissed in the rain before, but I'd be up for it...", you replied, the liquor making you more bold and flirtatious. You start inching closer to Aaron while still maintaining some distance (and teasing him in the process). "Never have I ever...got freaky on a ferris wheel. Kissing and touching, 3rd base activities, praying to God that you remain stuck at the top long enough to make them lose control", you purred, sexily sizing him up. He licked his lips and took another shot, eyeing you hungrily. It was his turn to scoot towards you. "Alright. Never have I ever got to kiss you", his voice dangerously low and oozing with sex. No one drank this round. "And never have I ever got a chance to kiss you back", you replied. You scooted so close to him that you were in his face at this point. "Fuck the bullshit", he said in a husky voice. Before you could respond, he kissed you passionately, his big hands grabbing and squeezing your waist and hips. You moaned in his mouth, loving how you tasted the Hennessy on his sweet lips. Your arms wrapped around his neck, mentally preparing for what's about to go down tonight. He then pulled you on his lap, straddling him. (To be continued) More to come 😉