#i hate poles but hes so gorgeous

[figurecollection]

Berserker (Arjuna Alter) 1/8 Scale by Alter, from Fate/Grand Order

[norrisleclercf1]

charlando is a pairing i dont rly think ab often but … i feel like they are both vv adventurous and it comes out in dif ways, in the bedroom of course, but i think they would love going on ridiculously expeditions together. gf asks what they want to do for break and she thinks lando’s joking when he suggests climbing a mountain but charles jumps at the idea and next thing she knows she’s being dragged to some summit. -cait/@leclerced

A/N: hehehe love this idea

"You know," You suck in air as you stop the icy cold wind whips your face like a slap, "when you said the mountains," You take another deep breath and start climbing again, "I thought you meant, hey let's go to the mountains, and rent a remote gorgeous house," You huff and hear Charles chuckle.

"Maybe some great sex in front of a fireplace, but nooooo," Your voice echos off the empty range which has Lando stopping to cover his mouth before he started to cry with laughter, "You two, jackasses, decided to climb the fucking mountain, and DRAGGED ME ALONG!" You scream, and whine as your body was crying at you from how much pain you were in.

"Come on, ma petit, it's not that bad," Charles drops back and waits for you, his arms wrap around you, but you're not in the mood and shrug his arms off. "No, you don't get to touch me. I bought special lingerie, and this is how I'm thanked for it? Ungrateful!" Lando whips around and you see his eyes glowing.

"No!" You wag a finger at him and he groans, like a rejected puppy. "You don't get the nice and fuck me lingerie, you're making me climb a fucking mountain. I hate you both so much," You grumble and stalk past Charles in the heavy snow. "Do I get to see the lingerie?" He asks, and you turn towards Charles and glare. "Hell no, you're the one who agreed with him." You glare and pick up your pace as you grumble to yourself.

"Should've gone to Spain with Carlos," you grumble, heading past Lando who rolls his eyes and grabs your pole and pulls you back. Yelping, Lando takes the full blunt of your weight as you two fall into the thick blanket of snow.

Charles starts laughing as you and Lando tumble in the snow you turn smacking him in the face with a ton of snow. "Die!" You yell laughing and jump back down on him which has Charles screeching out laughter and Lando also turning red from laughing.

"Not so bad climbing the mountain huh?" Lando gasps out between catching his breath. "Fuck off, I should've been climbing my boyfriends, not this fucking mountain. Now, can we please leave?" You beg giving them the big puppy eyes. "No, we need to finish the hike." Charles helps Lando up and cleans the snow off of him, giving him a gentle peck which has Lando smiling.

"Okayyyy, well I guess Tom won't come out to play," You sigh and fix your stocking hat and notice how quite it's gotten. Looking up you see Charles face has turned dark and Lando into a blushing mess. "Okay, we're leaving. Let's go," You giggle clapping your hands happily and bump your shoulder with Lando's smirking. "Come on, baby boy."

[boneblushed]

Glitch

synopsis Rafe has a bad fall on the ski slopes. A temporary amnesiac, he falls in love with you all over again.

a/n oh Euro Trip Rafe I have missed you so bad 🥹

The velcro of your left glove snags, the worn edge catching on the handle of your ski pole. You sigh. The gauntlet cuff on the right side isn’t looking much better, all scruffy and threadbare so the underlying skin’s exposed.

“Hold on,” you call out, skidding to a reluctant stop.

It’s high time you replaced them with a newer pair, especially considering you’ve been using the same gear your parents bought you post middle-school growth spurt. But you don’t come to Aspen nearly enough to justify doing so at the moment; not that money’s a particular issue, it’s more so the inconvenience an unnecessary shopping trip will bring you.

“Dude. Again?”

You abandon the broken strap to send Topper a helpless frown. He’s a little way ahead, partially obscured by the crowd, but the exasperation on his face is made evident by his tone.

He draws nearer and glances down at the shaggy velcro, shaking his head disapprovingly. “We’ve gotta buy you a new pair.”

Above him, the sky is a gauzy blue, juxtaposing the sugary white hue of fresh snow.

“Not worth it Top,” you argue. The strap hitches again, an objection. “They’ll barely get used.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he answers, turning again. “Come on. I’m going to buy you a new pair.”

He’ll buy you a new one, your heart sings. And then it stops. You know better than to read into this gesture — he isn’t being chivalrous on purpose; when is he ever? This is the fourth time you’ve had to stop to untangle or readjust, and you’re pretty sure he’s just getting sick of you holding him up. Logic prevails, but your traitorous cheeks warm anyway, demure about the offer.

“It’s fine,” you insist. The velcro barely sticks when you refasten it. Fine enough. “Let’s keep going.”

You continue to push through the horde ahead of you, making your slow way toward the chairlifts. As you near, the ant-like skiers and snowboarders on the mountain become clearer, and you pull down your goggles, blinded by the sun’s glare.

That’s when the accident happens.

All of a sudden, but crashing in dusky orange slow-motion. Some guy hits a rocky bit of the slopes, losing control of his snowboard and nosediving into the snow. It’s a gnarly looking collision, made worse by his concerning lack of helmet, and you share a worried look with Topper before making your way toward him.

“Dude, fucking move—hey, sorry, best friend coming through—”

You startle, halting abruptly. You’d recognise that voice anywhere.

“—sorry, ‘scuse me gorgeous, I’m just gonna squeeze past you real quick—”

“Noah!”

In the split second that follows, you endure several emotions at once. The first: concern heightened ten-fold. Because if Noah’s referring to himself as the best friend, the some guy in question is actually Rafe Cameron.

The same Rafe Cameron that you love to hate, almost as much as your poor heart avows it.

The second: a concerning ache. Right at the centre of your chest, within your ribcage, as if the tired ligaments that hold it together are as weak as your velcro straps. The feeling swells, and you feel your heart squeeze through the cracks.

And then there’s apprehension, some excitement, a sudden bashfulness that makes your cheeks burn.

All round pathetic. You force a smile that’s more a grimace, hoping that Noah doesn’t notice your disquiet.

He pauses en-route, a surprised expression on his face. “Y/N!” He exclaims, breathless. The surprise melts into a mixture of delight and amusement. “Tell me you witnessed him bailing just then.”

You sigh. “Unfortunately.”

“Good,” he replies soberly, linking his arms in yours and tugging you forward. Your ski poles cross in protest, your centre of balance askew. “You’re coming with me.”

“What?” You ask, evidently bewildered. “Noah…”

You twist around and find Topper in the crowd, who shrugs, equally perplexed. Help me, you mouth, though you’re moving ahead too fast for the poor boy to discern it.

“…uh,” you try again, turning back to the face him, “I don’t know if this is —”

“Y/N,” he interrupts matter-of-factly, zig-zagging through the crowd with ease. “If there’s one person that can talk some sense into him, it’s you. I mean, shit, did you see how fast he was going? He’s going to board himself into a fucking coma if he keeps doing stupid shit like that.”

This brings a pause. It’s sort of endearing, really, how fiercely he cares about Rafe.

Your gaze softens a smidge. “You’re a good friend, Noah,” you say. “He’s pretty lucky to have you.”

“Us,” Noah corrects.

Your pulse jolts. “He doesn’t have me,” you reply, frowning a little.

“Everyone else may believe that Y/N, but I don’t.”

And again, a terrifying emotion bounding forth in your chest. “I —”

You’re saved the trouble of sputtering through an excuse by Rafe’s languid groan, a thready-sounding, “Shit.”

The crowd parts at Noah’s command, and the pair of you squeeze through, now face to face with Rafe.

He’s splayed out on the snow with his limbs in disarray, only one of his boots still strapped onto his board. His cheeks are a chilly rouge, dirty-blonde hair sticking out at odd angles. You resist the sudden urge to reach forward and comb your fingers through it.

“Idiot,” Noah mutters, crouching down beside him. “Absolute fucking idiot.”

He unfastens the aforementioned boot and tosses his board to the side, the nose-end looking notably abraded.

“Huh?” Rafe mumbles, a little dazed. He gropes at his purple-hued goggles blindly, pulling them off to squint up at Noah. It takes a worrying number of seconds for recognition to dawn on his features, and when it does, finally, Noah turns around and beckons you forward.

You hesitate, your gaze flitting down to Rafe’s face. “Someone should call Ward.”

“No!” Rafe yells suddenly, attempting to push himself up before collapsing backward languidly. He clutches his left side and groans, his eyebrows pinching in pain.

His discomfort makes you wince. You spring into action without meaning to, that concerning ache in your chest pulling you forth until you’re crouching down beside him like Noah.

“No Ward,” you murmur, placing your hand on his shoulder. “Noted.”

Up close, you can see a cut on his bottom lip, the rough stubble on his jaw all dewy from the melted snow. Your brow furrows. As he tears his gaze away from Noah to face you instead, you brush back his dirty-blonde fringe, searching for any more injuries. He has a graze on his upper forehead and you thumb over it gently, the furrow in your brow deepening with concern.

You glance up at Noah and nod. “Absolute fucking idiot.”

Rafe tries to do the same, but a sharp ache sears through his head when he attempts to turn it again.

“Stop moving it,” you instruct sternly, exerting more pressure on his forehead to hold it in place. “Noah isn’t going anywhere.”

“Have to,” he groans, his voice all gravelly and rough, “make sure he’s still here.”

He’s almost certain that Noah won’t be, that he’ll turn to him and find that the two of you are the only people sitting on the slopes. He imagines it like that scene at the end of Deathly Hallows, everything in blinding white and playing inside of his head.

You know, because he’s almost definitely dreaming if you’re crouching down beside him right now. With a soft hand on his shoulder, another pressed over his forehead. Two points of contact, he marvels, dazed. He squints up at you again, his reverent gaze falling over you in paces, and it feels as though a fog is descending on his surroundings. Everything blurs. He blinks abruptly.

“Dude,” Noah chastises, leaning over Rafe’s torso so that he’s within his line of sight, “where the fuck would I go?”

Rafe’s eyes widen, and he looks between you and Noah, evidently bewildered. “Bro,” he groans after a pause, his head falling back defeatedly. “I’m fucked.”

Your heart lurches worriedly, and you frown, looking over his figure for more injuries. “R’you in any pain?”

“Not physical,” he mumbles, lifting his head tentatively to squint at you. He drops it again and groans, overwhelmed by your closeness. “You’re really fucking beautiful, by the way. It’s messing with my head.”

You roll your eyes, feeling a tell-tale warm creeping up your neck. “Alright, you guys can go,” you say, turning to address the crowd. “He’s totally fine.”

Noah grins down at him, looking equally parts proud and exasperated. “There he is.”

Rafe isn’t sure what that means. All he knows is that he doesn’t feel fine, his head’s all jumbled and there’s a dreadful ache in every one of his limbs. The sound of blood pounding through his ears is unrelenting, and the chill in the air is downright abrasive. Not to mention, there’s this angel reincarnate that’s leaning over him at present, a concerned expression on her face that’s somehow making her look prettier.

Two points of contact, Rafe thinks again, agonised. Your softened features come to him in slow motion, the light reflected in your wide eyes, the shine of gloss on your frowning lips. You look extremely familiar, but he’s having difficulty recalling your name. There’s this overwhelming pull in chest that tells him you’re a big deal to him—his girlfriend, he hopes, aghast and probably deluded. That’s the concussion talking.

Besides, he isn’t even entirely sure that you’re actually real, all things considered.

“We should probably get him checked out, huh?” You ask Noah.

Noah knits his brow thoughtfully, peering down at Rafe. “You good, Cameron?”

“I feel fucking hungover,” Rafe mutters, pushing himself into a sitting position. Your hand falters as he hangs his head forward, and he reaches up, pressing it back into his skin. The rough pressure makes your breath hitch, less languid and more sure than he’s been since he bailed.

“You’re concussed,” you correct meekly, frowning down at him.

Rafe tries to shake his head, wincing as another bolt of pain shoots through it in dissent. “No,” he says, quick to fix his features. He grins dazedly. “I’m Rafe Cameron. And you’re… well, I hope you’re my girlfriend or something, because otherwise this heart attack in my chest’d be pretty concerning.”

You breathe out a scoff, mildly exasperated. A little relieved. If he’s well enough to remember to be an incessant flirt, he’s well enough for the concussion to not have caused any permanent damage.

“Alright, nevermind, no medical attention necessary,” you mutter, sending him a glare. It’s hard to hide the fact that your palms are clammy when you pull them away.

Noah loops his bicep under Rafe’s and pulls him to his feet, steadying him in place. The throbbing in his forehead intensifies, and he groans, staggering forward and doubling over.

“I don’t know, Y/N,” Noah replies then, frowning. “Maybe I’ll give my mom a call, just to be safe.”

“Your mom?”

“Dr White,” Rafe supplies, forcing himself to straighten. He tries to control his breathing, ignore the way his surroundings seem to be spinning.

Everything except you. His focus acquiesces. He must look pale or something because your gaze is apprehensive, this pretty furrow in your brow that he wants to smooth his thumb over. God, he must look pathetic right now, weak and mildly concussed, the aforementioned bail notwithstanding.

So he lies, adding, “Don’t worry about it White, I’m good,” mostly for your benefit—so you don’t think he’s some fucking chump who can’t handle a bit of a tumble.

He wants to impress you, bad. He plasters on another grin, going for roguish and landing on dense. “Would be better if you let me take you out later.”

“No way you’re asking me out right now,” you reproach, sending him a glare. “You almost just died five minutes ago, and that’s the first thing on your priority list?”

“You are, yeah,” he agrees, still grinning. He tries to walk toward you, staggering a little. “Seriously though, this has gotta be fate — bailing real fucking hard and finding a beautiful stranger along the way.”

You blink. “Beautiful stranger?”

“Heavy on the beautiful,” Rafe agrees, lumbering forward clumsily.

“Stranger?” You repeat, and then you falter, glancing down at his feet. “Rafael —”

He loses balance far too quickly for you to intervene, and he falls against you heavily, causing you to topple into the snow. Biting cold on your back, delightful warmth on your chest. His instincts must be somewhat intact, because he manages to hold his weight up despite being right on top of you.

Like, right on top of you. A terrifying emotion sears through your chest. The smatter of freckles on his nose are almost faded, his cheeks a brilliant rouge, snow-burned lips parted slightly. His overgrown locks brush against your forehead, just.

“Sorry,” he breathes out, and then he pauses, his gaze flitting to your lips. In the beat that passes, he agonises over the soft planes of your face, how pretty your eyes are up close. His heart’s just about pounding through his skin. How kissable your lips look, your cheeks, your neck, how right your figure feels pressed into his. His palms feel clammy; that hasn’t happened in a long while. He thinks, oh shit. And then, I’m absolutely fucking fucked.

You swallow, watching his pupils dilate. “Cameron. I need you to focus for a second.”

“Listen,” he murmurs, ignoring you, “D’you believe in love at first sight?”

“Rafael —”

“Because I know we’ve only just met,” he continues, drawing closer still, his heady gaze deepening, “and that — shit, I don’t even know your name, but I’m pretty sure that if I don’t kiss you right now I’m going to go fucking insane. That’s crazy, huh? I think you make me crazy. Have I mentioned that you’re really fucking beautiful yet? It’s messing with my head. Wait — I think I might’ve said that already —”

“Rafe Cameron,” you interrupt again, your eyes widening slightly. “If this is some stupid prank —”

“Prank?” He echoes, frowning slightly. He leans forward a little, brushing his nose against yours. Your pulse jolts. “You’re a prank.” He groans then, dropping his head to your shoulder. Your closeness may quell the pounding a smidge, but not completely. “You’re not real are you? I’m dreaming all of this?”

Your lock eyes with Noah over his head, sending him a worried look.

“Rafael,” you try again, pushing him off you and sitting up carefully. “This isn’t funny. I’m so beyond serious.”

Rafe, still splayed out on the snow, angles toward you with a furrow in his brow. “I’m confused.”

“Noah,” you say then, your voice louder, a little panicked. “I think you will need to call your mom after all.”

Noah frowns, crouching down beside the pair of you. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong,” Rafe answers, groaning in pain as he sits up. “Is that I’ve made a fool out of myself in front of this gorgeous stranger.”

“Ask her,” you continue, your heart feeling a little odd, “how long post-concussion memory loss takes to wear off.”

Noah eyes widen, searching Rafe’s face for any signs of mirth. “No way,” he says. “He’s gotta be fucking with us.”

“There’s an us?” Rafe echoes, raising his eyebrows at Noah. “Dude. Did you know your girlfriend’s a fucking smokeshow?”

“If this is some new pick up line you’re trying,” he replies, eyeing him warily. “It sucks ass Cameron.”

“Oooh, territorial,” Rafe answers, grinning dopily. He props himself up further, leaning closer to you and lowering his voice to a stage whisper. “You’re totally out of his league, by the way. Pretty sure you’re like, out of the Earth’s league.” He frowns. “That doesn’t make sense,” then groans, “fuck. Having a concussion is like drinking on an empty stomach.”

The pillow of his bicep presses into yours, full well engulfing it. You turn to face him, chewing on your bottom lip worriedly. If this was his idea of a prank, you want to believe that he wouldn’t let it go on this long. Especially not when you and Noah look so concerned, the latter retrieving his phone to give his mother a call.

“Hey mom,” he says, sandwiching his phone between his shoulder and ear and getting to his feet. You do so too. Rafe staggers to a standing position far more clumsily. “Yeah — no — the snow’s been sick, but I’m calling because something’s happened with Rafe. No, no, nothing too serious, he’s just a little concussed and may have some temporary amnesia. I was wondering if…”

“Maybe we can go on a double date,” Rafe tries again, grinning hopefully. There’s a bit of snow that’s melted on your bottom lip from the fall, and he aches to thumb over it, tuck his fingers under your jaw. “You, Noah, me.”

“No, no, he remembers me,” Noah continues, sending you a significant look. “But he doesn’t remember — yeah, it’s pretty selective — uh, maybe a few meters? Uh… no, what the hell’s a trigger? I’ll…”

“What d’you reckon?” Rafe prompts.

Noah turns away and you move your gaze to Rafe, half amused, half exasperated. “You, me, and Noah? Who’re you going to bring?”

“You,” he replies, like it’s obvious.

“And Noah?”

“Me.”

You breathe out an exasperated laugh, shaking your head. Rafe thinks it’s the prettiest sound he’s ever heard. His already muddled brain short-circuits for the billionth time.

“…half an hour?” You hear Noah affirm, the frown on his features audible. “Yeah — no — it’s been just over that — a trigger like what, though? What d’you mean you don’t know him as well as I do, he’s been coming to our house since he was like six years old…”

You don’t realise your brow’s furrowing until your feel Rafe’s rough thumb brush over it. You startle, feeling your skin warm as you look up at him.

“I’m lucky,” he murmurs, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

You swallow. “Why?”

“You’re worried about me.” His hand drops to your jaw, thumb swiping over your cheek. You swallow instinctively. “And you’re way too beautiful to be worrying about someone like me.”

“You’ve lost your memory,” you answer weakly. “Anyone’d be worried.”

“I find that hard to believe.” He draws closer.

“Which part, exactly?”

“That people would worry,” he answers quietly, his voice gruff. Closer still. “That I’d forget about someone like you so easy.”

“But you have,” you prompt.

“Then remind me, sweetheart.”

“Not your sweetheart, Rafael,” you murmur, trying for a frown.

“Not my — wait.”

The thumb that’s swiping over your cheek freezes suddenly. “Wait,” he repeats, blinking several times. He scrunches his eyes shut, retrieving his hand to clutch it against his forehead. “Wait — fuck.”

You lean forward instinctively, tugging his arm away to look over his features, his concerning graze. “What? What’s wrong?”

“I knew…” he answers, shaking his head and groaning, “…but…shit, it’s so fucking obvious now —”

You furrow your brow in confusion, locking eyes with an equally bewildered Noah.

He holds his phone away from his ear, walking over and surveying Rafe’s features. “You good, brother?”

“Fine, shit,” Rafe curses again, scrubbing his hand over his face before meeting your gaze, chagrined. He grins hopefully. “That might’ve been quicker with true love’s kiss, though.”

You aren’t about to believe that he’s back without concrete evidence. “And my name is…?”

“Mrs Cameron,” he replies seriously.

You let out a scoff, more relief than indignation, catching the twinkle of mirth in his eyes. “Don’t ever do that again, you hear me?”

“Maybe,” he answers, raising his eyebrows, “if you let me take you out I’ll be too busy to bail.”

You roll your eyes. “Nice try.”

“But I’m maimed, sweetheart,” he adds, brushing back his dirty-blonde locks to show off the forehead graze. He pouts for good measure. “C’mon. Not even a pity date?”

You shake your head exasperatedly, catching Noah’s eye over his shoulder. “You’ll take it from here?”

“What? You aren’t gonna hang out with us?” Noah asks, pressing the phone against his chest. “I thought you were my girlfriend, Y/N.”

“Off limits, bro,” Rafe says matter-of-factly.

You’re about to protest when he draws closer and ducks his head, his warm breath on your earlobe cutting you off. “I won’t ever do that again,” he murmurs, the smile on his face audible, “I promise.”

“Good,” you answer, frowning sternly.

“Oh, and Y/N?”

You turn toward him, startling at his closeness. “Hm?”

He grins wider, brushing his nose against your fleetingly. “Missed remembering you bad, dream girl.”

[eliluvschan]

Guess the Girl :)

pairing: bang chan x reader

word count: 1.486

warnings: lots of fluff

genre: fluff

a/n: did y’all see the way this man teases Stay on ‘FANS’ ? there’s no way he wouldn’t be the same announcing his girlfriend 😩

—

Chan’s pov.

—

“baby!” i called my girlfriend’s attention. she’s my girlfriend of like, four months. and we both really like each other. my parents love her, and her’s love me. the company likes her and so do the boys. so we’re all good.

but the thing is, my fans don’t know yet. they’ve been getting very curious about it, though. i mean, i can only go to so many movies with the others, or alone. and since Y/n was a Stay herself, and i met her at a concert. not at a meet & greet.

i just saw an angelic, beautiful face in the crowd with the most happy, honest eyes- a lot of them are gonna be shocked. some might like us, some may not, and some may even send hate. i’m just worried about the last part.

“yeah?” she looked at me from above her phone in her hands, pausing the TikTok she was watching.

“i think i’m ready to tell Stay about us. what do you think?” i asked her, speaking slowly. i need her opinion for sure. what if she doesn’t want to tell them now? what if she wants to wait a little longer?

“it’s all up to you Channie. remember what Jyp pd님 said?” she smiled. okay, only my opinion matters now.

“you sure?” i asked.

“yep.” she confirmed.

“so we can’t just throw it in their faces, can we?”

“what do you mean?” she asked, looking rather like she was about to burst out laughing.

“i mean, i can’t just post a picture of us and go ‘hey y’all, this is Y/n. my girlfriend. we’ve been going out for four months and we really like each other’ .”

she let out a small laugh. “why not?” she asked.

“well, because one, i’m the creative one here, and i feel like playing a little game with them!” i said, leaning back in my seat as a hundred ways to tease them crossed my mind. i actually feel like teasing them, which i do most of the time during Chan’s room.

“i’ve got an idea!” i exclaimed and jumped up.

“what?” she put her phone away.

“let’s make them guess who you are!” i smiled brightly. she gave me a questioning look. i sat back down.

“look. we post a picture of us together, but maybe conceal half of your gorgeous face.” she blushed here. “or take a picture only showing one side of your face or something like that.” i continued. “should be fun?”

she leaned back and gave me a half smile. “okay.”

i smiled back and took my phone to open Instagram.

i took a photo Y/n took of me and shared it to my story.

i smirked as notifications started rolling in.

“well, i see the fandom’s got something to be eager about now.” she chuckled, scrolling down her own profile. i shook my head, half in disbelief at questions people dm’ed me and half in amusement.

“yep. now we need help.”

—❀—

“Jagiya! you ready?” i asked Y/n excitedly. she put her hair up in a bun and pulled her hood on her head. then she checked herself out in the mirror- can i just say she is the prettiest thing i ever set eyes on?

she smiled happily and followed me outside where Hyunjin stood ready with his phone. he will post a picture of us, in a discussed position.

“positions.” he commanded, in a professional photographer style. pabo.

but we did as he told us to. Y/n got up on a little stone pole and threw her arms around my neck. both of us had put on our hoods.

“got it!” Hyunjin shouted as he took the picture.

we went back inside and got comfortable around the kitchen. Chan and i were laughing, at the reactions he was getting.

@/hynjinnnn

@/hynjinnnn Channie hyung and …Someone ;) #GuessTheGirl

hilarious. i opened my Instagram and liked the photo.

then to tease Stay a bit more, i decided to share a photo on my story.

“very funny, Mr. Bang.” she said.

“what?” i laughed. she gave me an ‘not funny’ look and i stopped and pouted. she giggled and pecked my lips, as i smiled at her.

“next?” she asked. “tomorrow.” i told her. she nodded and disappeared outside.

next pose. what should it be? tease them? go easy on them?

—

i woke up and got ready for the day. after shoving down some breakfast, i drove over to Y/n’s place to pick her up. i haven’t asked her to move in with me yet, but soon i will.

“hey baby!” she greeted me as she hugged me tightly.

“hey. i missed you.” i kissed her forehead. “missed you too.” she smiled. we had a little nose-fight and then we proceeded to her lounge. i spent the day at her house, cuddling, watching movies, goofing around, and then for dinner, i took her back to our dorm.

guess the girl, picture two, goes up tonight.

“hey guys.” Seungmin smiled at us as he saw us on the couch. she was actually on my lap and quickly got off. she’s still shy around the guys.

i pulled her back on and kissed her softly. “ew.” i heard Hyunjin and then heard the guys leave. she smiled kn the kiss. i pulled away. she smiled, her eyes shining. i nuzzled my face in her neck, and we spent another few minutes in each other’s company.

“Seung! picture time!” i yelled over my shoulder.

“be right there!” he called back. and only minutes later he was there, ready with his phone.

i picked Y/n up and threw her over my shoulder. but instead of keeping her like that, i put my head between her legs. Y/n made a flying motion with her arms as she laughed. her hair was in a bun and her face was slightly blurry so it wasn’t clear.

“all done guys.” Seungmin said as he took the picture. i put Y/n back on hr feet and together we looked at the photo Seungmin took of us.

@/miniverse.__

@/miniverse.__ Chan hyung’s girlfriend is honestly the sweetest person alive ;) you guys are gonna love her. #GuessTheGirl!

i chuckled, as my notifications blew up. i scrolled through them and stopped at one. someone’s got the answer right. someone named Da-eun.

“hey, do you know someone named Da-eun?” i asked. she nodded and right at that moment, she took out her phone. “oh yeah. Eun guessed it.” she said, showing me her dm’s.

‘is that you with Chan? OMG! OMG! OMG! why didn’t you tell me?! i’m so happy for you both!!!’

“should i tell her?” she asked.

i nodded. she smiled and began to type. minutes later, a few others guessed as well.

then suddenly a notification from Changbin popped up.

@/jutdwae

@/jutdwae grossest couple ever. #Don’tGuessTheGirl :P

he took a photo of us while we were laying in bed, her face surrounded by her hair. looked like it was taken a few days ago.

then Lix had tagged both me and Changbin.

@/yong.lixx

@/yong.lixx shut up Changbin. #GuessTheGirl

and with that, a picture of me spinning her around when we went ice skating. it was taken a few weeks ago. she wore my beanie and let her hair loose so you wouldn’t see her face.

after Lix’s post, i shared another photo to my story.

then came a notification from Jeongin.

@/i.2.n.8

@/i.2.n.8 these two are so in love, it makes me sick 🤮

i checked my timeline and most people had guessed right.

“Channie?”

“hmm?” i looked up.

“just tell them already.” she said.

i laughed and shook my head.

“why not?” Y/n asked.

“well, i don’t feel like it yet, and it’s so fun to see them making wild guesses.” i said.

“but they’ve guessed.” she said waving her phone in my face.

“everyone?” i asked, sitting up.

“mostly everyone i know, yes.”

“okay.” i sighed. “that was quick. i was hoping to tease them more.”

she rolled her eyes.

@/gnabnahc

@/gnabnahc if you guessed @/yourname you guessed right! well played ;) #GuessTheGirl

“really, baby?”

i laughed. “what?”

“i told them. the guessed who my girl is. you.” i said, putting my arms around her neck and kissing her cheek.

“i love you.” she mumbled into my shirt. did i hear that right?

“w- what?” why the hell am i stuttering?

“i love you.” she repeated.

“i- i love you too ba- baby girl.” i said, and felt my cheeks burn. what is happening to me?

“you do?”

“you guessed right, too!”

~

[writemekpop]

Boy's a Liar | Lee Donghyuck (Haechan)

Summary: One day, your nudes show up everywhere in college. Did your boyfriend Haechan share them? 

Genre: College AU, cheeky Hyuck, angst

Word Count: 2k

Four letters. Blood-red, smeared over your locker in lipstick. 

SLUT.

Goosebumps ran over your body. Hands shaking, you tried to wipe the words away, but it only stained your skin red. You could hear snickering from behind you. 

Your heart was in your stomach. You heard people’s whispers.  

“I heard she sells her nudes for money.” “You know she blew the entire ice hockey team once.” “She even lets her boyfriend do anal!”

Chenle, basketball captain and mega bully, shoved past you. 

"Ever heard of plastic surgery? I wouldn’t touch that with a ten-foot pole.” He jeered and high fived his friend Jisung, who was doubled over laughing.  

You frowned. You spotted your best friend Winter and pulled her into a classroom. "What the hell's going on? Why is everyone being so mean to me?" 

Winter bit her lip. “Oh baby… you don't know?”

"Know what?"

Winter handed you her phone. "Don't shoot the messenger."

It was the Griffin college class of 2024 chat, with all 150 students. 

You nearly dropped the phone when you saw it.

It was your picture – no, it was your nude. You were lying in bed, completely naked.

“What the hell is this doing on the group chat?" 

The picture was followed by lots of comments and laughing emojis.

Winter snatched the phone back. "I think you've seen enough."

Your knees gave way and you slumped to the floor. Guilt, shame, fear, were all welling up inside you faster than you could process. You burst into tears. 

 Winter patted your back. "How did that picture even get out?"

You sniffed. "I dunno. The only person I sent it to was... Haechan."

The realisation dawned upon you. It had to have been him.  

Haechan was your boyfriend. He was the cute boy who was always ten minutes late to class, with warm brown eyes and a devilish smirk. He was the boy who would never let you leave his room without wearing something of this – a beanie, a hoodie, (his boxers, once) – so you ‘wouldn’t forget him’.   

You'd only been dating three months, but you loved him, and he loved you back… or so you thought.

You stood up. “I need to see him.” 

Winter squeezed your hand. “I’ll be here if you need me.” 

---

It wasn’t hard to find Haechan. 

He was in the cafeteria, surrounded by a group of boys, being cheered on and fist bumped. Haechan was grinning like he had just won the lottery. 

Your frown deepened the closer you got. 

“Can’t believe you smashed her, bro. Nice one!” Johnny, one of the seniors, said to Haechan. 

Haechan smiled awkwardly. “Err, thanks I guess…”

“Give us all the details!” Johnny said.

Haechan shrugged. “Well…”

When Haechan spotted you, the smile dropped off his face. 

Doyoung, another senior, pushed Haechan to the side and stepped towards you. He raked his eyes all the way down your body. 

“Hey baby girl, I heard you’re gagging for it. Wanna take this for a ride?” Doyoung grabbed his crotch, face leering.

 You resisted the urge to slap Doyoung. “The only thing I want is to run you over, asshole. Fuck you!” 

You stared at Haechan, waiting to hear the string of curses he would unleash on his friends. But he just stood there, rubbing his elbow, trying to avoid your gaze.  

You turned and sprinted out onto the field. You couldn’t take this any longer. You ran till your legs started to ache.

You heard a voice from behind you. “Y/n, wait up! Jeez, I forget you’re freakishly fast.” 

It was Haechan. You turned around to see him gripping his side, wheezing. 

His dark hair was a birds’ nest, and his brown skin was glowing with sweat. You hated that he still looked gorgeous. 

“What do you want?” you spat. 

Haechan straightened up and brushed his hair out of his face. “Y/n. I’m so sorry… the photo, I-“

“How could you send that to everyone?” you said, interrupting him. “That was meant for your eyes only!” 

Haechan shook his head vigorously. “No! I didn’t send it to everyone, I swear!”

You frowned. “Then how did it get out?”

Haechan gulped, looking incredibly uncomfortable. “Well I mean… I did send it to Jeno. But I told him not to share it with anyone! I made him swear on his mother’s life!” 

“What the fuck, Haechan! Why would you do that?” 

Haechan sighed. “Look, Jeno was bragging about all the hot girls he’s slept with, and showing me their pics. I just wanted to… be included.”

"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard!" You shoved his chest. "I hate you!"

You turned around, ready to leave again. 

"Wait!" Haechan grabbed your arm. 

You looked into his big, shining brown eyes. Would Haechan finally take responsibility for what he’d done? 

But instead, Haechan whined, "It wasn't even me, though, it was Jeno!"

You yanked your arm away.  

You had turned down Haechan's best friend Jeno a year ago. Ever since then, he'd been cruel to you. Was this his form of payback?  

You huffed. "You’re the one who shared the photo in the first place! We're breaking up. Obviously."

Haechan made a face that reminded you of an abandoned puppy. "But why? I said sorry like a bajillion times!” 

"Oh you're sorry, are you?" You said, your voice rising. "Everyone’s calling me a mega slut, when I’ve slept with one guy. You.” You groaned. “We only had sex four times, for god’s sake!” 

"And those were the best four nights of my life!" Haechan said. "Please don't do this."

You scowled. "Why do you need me, anyway? You could have any girl you wanted… Mr Stud. Oh, face it, you loved the attention. All those guys clapping you on the back…”  

Haechan screwed up his lip. "What do you want me to say? Those guys didn't even know my name before this!” 

"Well you have plenty of time to hang out with them," you said. “Coz don’t have a girlfriend anymore.” 

Haechan hung his head, brown hair flopping over his eyes. 

You sniffed. You’d wanted to be tough, but you it was impossible. Tears began rolling down your cheeks. "What if my parents find out? Or my professors? Can people get expelled over this? Oh my god!"

Haechan stretched his arm put to comfort you, but he pulled it back at the last minute. He stood there in awkward silence as you sobbed. 

After a few minutes, you finally managed to stop your tears. You felt utterly exhausted. 

Haechan was still standing there. He was digging his nails into his palm, the way you knew he only did when he was extremely stressed. 

You both stared at each other, waiting for the other to speak first. 

"I'd like you to leave now, Haechan." 

Haechan sucked in a breath, his brown eyes glistening. "Okay, I'll go. But I really hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me." 

You scoffed and turned away. You couldn't look at Haechan right now. One glimpse of his cute nose or the moles on his cheek would be enough to melt your heart.  

You didn't turn back until his footsteps had completely retreated. 

---

The next three weeks were rough, though nothing was as hellish as that first day.  

Mostly people had gone back to ignoring you, but you still avoided any parties or big gatherings. 

What hurt the most was losing Haechan. 

He wasn't just your boyfriend; he was your best friend too. You missed cuddling him at the end of a long day, you missed hearing him sing in the shower and then come out in nothing but a towel and a smirk. 

You also missed the sex. You had barely started doing it, and you were enjoying getting to know his body and your own. You had just discovered that Haechan's weak spot was his ear lobe, and that if you kissed it just right, he would purr. 

You should never have sent that stupid nude. You should never have trusted Haechan. 

You felt like the ground had disappeared beneath your feet.

Haechan had texted you a thousand times, but you ignored them all. At least he had the decency to stay away from you in class. He'd just watch you from the other side of the room, a mopey expression glued to his face. 

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The next day, you were in the library, face buried in an organic chemistry textbook, when you started hearing increasingly loud murmurs.

You looked up and saw people running out of the library.

You were about to get back to your homework when you saw Winter running towards you. 

She was waving at you frantically. "Y/n, come quick! It's Haechan!"

Your heart was in your throat as you followed Winter and the increasing crowd of students into the cafeteria. 

When you saw Haechan, you gasped. 

Haechan was standing on top of a table in the centre of the cafeteria. His arms were spread wide, and he was shouting at the top of his lungs. 

"My name is Haechan and I'm twenty-two years old." He yelled. "And this..." He reached for his belt buckle. "Is me naked. Take a good look, people!" 

The crowd collectively gasped. 

Haechan shoved down his trousers and underpants to his ankles, and stood there, hand on his hips. 

You could see his strong tanned legs, his muscled butt, the dark patch of curly hair at the base of his completely exposed penis.

You smacked your hand across your mouth, unable to believe what was happening. 

Everyone was staring. Some people started giggling, others pulled out their phone and started recording. 

Winter, who was standing by your side, started to boo, but you elbowed her in the ribs, shutting her up. 

"Get down from there at once!" The piercing voice of the Dean shocked everyone. Most people dispersed. 

Haechan got down and pulled up his pants. He walked towards you, seemingly unbothered by the yelling professors and laughing students all around. 

He stopped in front of you and stuck his hand out. 

"Hi, I'm Haechan," he said, smiling. 

You shook his hand tentatively, ignoring the way your skin buzzed where you touched him. 

"Err... what are you doing?" You asked, half chuckling. 

Haechan's expression turned serious. "Look, Y/n. I know what I just did doesn't make up for what I did to you but... I'd really like for us to start again. I miss you, a lot." 

You paused. "Hmm... I don't know about that, Haechan."

Haechan's entire body deflated. He looked devastated as he nodded solemnly. "I completely understand," he said, turning away.

"Wait!" 

Haechan turned around. His eyes met yours.

"But… I will let you buy me a coffee. And we can take it from there."

Haechan could have beat his chest with happiness. 

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[starbabyg]

Just reread picture perfect againnnn, i love it so much.

I just think of y/n being sooooo obsessed with jack, like she is utterly enthralled with him.

They definitely are a hugeeee pda couple, his hands are always on his perfect girls hips, tummy anyway here can get his hands on.

She just constantly wants to be kissing her man, leave them alone for a second and they’re making out. Jack loves to kiss her neck, loves marking her up.

Obsessed with each other to say the least

No really!! Y/n would do anything for Jack she loves the boy so much. But as much as y/n loves Jack he loves her ten times more. He’s such a lovestruck puppy for her.

Y/n always gets a bit airheaded (I hope y’all know what I’m meaning lol) around Jack due to how much she’s obsessed with him. Like those people who are floating in the air when they smell something delicious lmfaoo.

She’s always having her arm intertwined with his, looking up at him so amorously as they walk. Jack always has to tell her to watch where she’s going cause she’s so focused on him she forgets her surroundings. She has bumped into her fair share of poles before. He thinks y/n is clumsy but it only happens around him because Jack is all she thinks about.

Honestly it’s a bit gross how much PDA y/n and Jack share. They’re the type of couple that you’ll see laughing and making out in the side alley of a bar. They don’t care who’s watching because to them they’re the only two people in the world. They show love to each other anywhere and anytime. Y/n isn’t afraid to pepper Jack’s face with kisses in front of everyone in a restaurant. And Jack will grab y/n and spin her around before pulling her into the biggest kiss ever, anywhere he thinks is romantic.

Their friends honestly hate them just a little bit. At every party the two are just up on each other. It always starts with y/n on Jack’s lap, just giggling with y/n poking his face. Then Jack whispers something in her ear, which she smiles at before hiding her face in his neck. He kisses her hair and chuckles at how bashful she gets. Later in the night the two are in a secluded hall together, y/n propped against the wall talking before Jack closes the space between them and kisses her roughly. He’s drunk enough that he needs to kiss y/n that’s how gorgeous she is to him right now. He just can’t stop kissing her, his hands roaming everywhere on her body that he can touch. If they weren’t in the hall of the party he could’ve taken her right then and there. Jack’s hands make their way up under her shirt, and y/n has to stop him before he gets too frisky. Y/n pulls him into the bathroom so they can finish what he started.

Y/n and Jack just love each other so fucking much it makes me lovesick ugh. Loved this inbox nony 🤍 Thank you for loving my fic so much it makes me so happy 🫶🏽

[avocado-writing]

🎁 I have a mighty need for Crowley, Azi and Nightingale exchanging gifts! Mmaybe historical setting, or modern with the twins? Aaaah love your writing

notes: thank you gorgeous! Hope you enjoy this fluffy piece 💕

You weren’t really a big Christmas person. 

Many winter festivals have passed you by from many different parts of the world and religions, none of them really sticking in your mind or heart. But then you found your boys again, and… well. 

Crowley likes to pretend he hates Christmas. He wishes he was the Scrooge archetype. But you see the way he smiles when kids run past in a snowball fight, the joy when the street decorations get lit up. He’s no miser and he’s terrible at hiding it. 

And Aziraphale? Oh god, Aziraphale loves Christmas. 

The bookshop is always decked out in ornaments. He loves a good piece of Christmas tat, so there are plenty of little decorative reindeer and snowmen adorning the place with twee glass ornaments playing tinny carols. It’s like the North Pole vomited directly onto one little corner of Soho. 

So yes. You became a Christmas person when you met them. What choice did you have?

And that first year, so many hundreds back, you bought them both pocket watches to commemorate the season. 

This was back before pocket watches had been refined, of course. They were bulky things with only an hour hand. But their eyes lit up when you gifted the little pieces. 

Their hearts didn’t beat. Yours did. The tick of them was to remind them of you, to keep your heart next to their breasts when they walked around day to day; together even when apart. 

As time went on and watches became more advanced you updated them with new ones, of course - but they still have those very first timepieces somewhere safe today. 

In the bookshop’s bureau’s special draw. In the glove box of the Bentley in a little box. 

Always ticking, always a remind of your love. 

[chubbysciencenerd]

∘°♡ Making It Up ♡°∘

Oral!fem/male receiving, fingering, rough sex, hair pulling, degrading slightly, nature/public/ outdoors, fem!first oral

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Javier promised to take you out fishing because you hated being cooped up at camp with nothing fun going on. You were talking to Sean as javier comes over and places a hand on your waist, “you ready to go fishing?” You answer excitedly “Yeah! Of course lets go!” You look at Sean and mumble a “sorry gotta go” and give him a apologetic smile before following Javi. He brings you to his horse, he stores the poles and bait on the horse before he gets on then proceeds to help you. You wrap your hands around his waist enjoying the connection between you two, he starts to ride out of camp. “So what made you want to go fishing of all things?’ He asks glancing back to get a glimpse of you. “Mainly because you’re always talking about it and its a nice time alone.” You knew you still had to pay him back and I thought that this could be the perfect opportunity. He laughs before speeding up.

Soon enough you were there, he gets off the horse then carefully helps you down. You look around and the spot was just absolutely beautiful. He comes up behind you with the polls. “Gorgeous isn’t it?” He says softly in that sweet voice of his. “Yeah, yeah it is.” You look at him over your shoulder before placing a soft kiss on his lips. “So answer me something mi amor, {my love} did you really want to come out here to fish?” You blush a little knowing damn well that was kinda true, at the same time you did honestly want to learn how to fish. “Half and half” He smiles kissing you again. He pulls away from you as he puts the rods and bait back on the horse. He tells you to stay there as he takes the horse into the trees a bit before tying him up to the tree. He comes back down and pulls you into a kiss placing his hands on your hips. You start walking backwards, as your back hit a tree Javier pushed you against it keeping you locked in place as the kiss starts to turn sloppy.

You slide your hand to his chest carefully feeling it before slowly dragging your hand down. You reach his heat as he pushes against your hand. You break from the kiss and move your head into his neck before you start leaving soft kisses, eventually turning into love marks and you didn’t care who saw them. Javier groaned as he took his hands to unbutton his pants, he was clumsy but made great haste. He slides them down with his boxers, and you quickly got to work stroking his length. He pulls his neck away before grabbing the back of your hair and dragging your head into a kiss. You push him forward a little staying with him, you turn him around and push him against the Tree. He lets go of your hair and pulls away. He stares you in your eyes panting, “please querida {darling}…” You kiss him before sinking down to your knees looking up at him as you tease him by slowly stroking his length teasing the tip with your thumb. He gasps before covering his mouth and trying his best to not toss his head back. He watches you full of lust.

You place a kiss on the tip before trailing kisses down his shaft. You drag your tongue on the under-side of his length up to the tip, you take most of him down your throat quickly he laces his finger through your hair as he unexpectedly starts bobbing your head on his length you squeeze your eyes shut as you bring your hands to his thighs gripping them tightly. You gag a few times when he first started but you quickly got decently used to it. You look up at him with tears in your eyes and god did he love it, watching you choke on his girth helpless. You both knew that if you needed to stop you tap his leg but you were more than fine as of now. He throws his head back mumbling some Spanish curses into the back of his hand, he soon after quickly pulls you off of him before pulling you back up to the ground. He spins you to where you are now in front of the tree, you knew exactly what was happening as this is what you guys had done a while outside of camp. You bring your hands and hold onto the tree as he drops your skirt down to your ankles, before you can even realize he shoved his full length in and started thrusting at a fast and hard pace. You could tell he had been holding back for a while with the way he was ramming into you, the thrust were sloppy and with no rhythm. He laces his fingers in your hair pulling your head up to hear your sweet sounds clearer.

“Di mi nombre! {Say my name!}” Javier shouts speeding up the pace slowly starting to lose whatever little rhythm he did have. “Javi! Javier~! You reply shakily, you were growing close and starting to grow overstimulated. With a few more sloppy thrust javier finishes quickly pulling out to avoid a pregnancy, especially with you two not knowing how far you want to take this relationship. You felt empty as he pulled out but he was quick to pulling you up and you burry your back into his chest. He places a soft kiss on your head and a few by your ear before whispering, “Did you finish mi amor? {my love}” You tiredly shake your head. “Let’s fix that then, shall we?” You look up at him over your shoulder as he kisses you before turning you around to face him. He picks you up as you wrap your legs around his waist he carries you to a nearby large rock, he sets you down on it before he gets on his own knees in between your legs. You didn’t know what he was about to do as all of the men you had been with in the past had no care about your own pleasure. He kisses up your thighs switching thighs each kiss before he gets to your heat, your face was beet red and oh did it get redder as his lips connect with your skin.

His mouth made quick work exploring your soaked folds adoring the taste, he groans into it sending vibrations to your body. You fall flat against the rock as he continues, you bite your hand knowing anyone nearby would hear you if you didn’t. His tongue starts to focus on your clit, your thighs tighten around his face as he found a new way to please you. You bring your free hand up to grope your breast almost to distract yourself so you could feel the pleasure longer.

Javier soon adds two fingers quickly curling them in and out to hit your sensitive spot, all of the things combined were driving you crazy. You felt like you were in a complete different reality, one where it was only you and him. Your toes curl as your thighs tighten around his head once again, your legs start to shake right as you finish on his face. He doesn’t stop but he slows down, your juices are too hard to resist. After he cleans you up as best as he can, he gives one last lick on you sensitive bud and your legs twitched as he did and he chuckled looking at the mess he made of you.

He gets back up picking you up and kisses you quickly on your forehead. “Are you alright? Was that too much?” You gave him a soft smile, “it was amazing.. I’ve never had a guy do that before. Thank you Javi.” He places a soft kiss on your lips before taking you back over to the tree. You hold onto it as Javi helps you back into your skirt, it was difficult when your legs felt like jello. He put you on his horse and rode you back to camp, he carries you to your guys tent as your half asleep. He puts you in your cot and covers you with his blanket, “I wish I could stay with you but I have.. things I need to deal with in town” You look up at him softly and nod as if you’re telling him that its fine, you were too tired to talk and it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep.

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(Im sorry if this isn’t as good as my first one, I’ve been having trouble sleeping pls lmk if you have any request for characters, kinks, etc. I do not write mlm as I would feel uncomfortable writing it as I am not a male. Ty for understanding and plssss tell me what i can do to improve!!<33)

P.s.[I love you and thank you for reading :)]

[minisugakoobies]

Let's continue practicing this angst muscle of yours:

Stealing your wicked stepmother's booty call

As for member? I have my obvious preference but I'll let you choose

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: smut, maybe a smidge of angst?, Pool Boy!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, reader is plotting against her stepmom, infidelity (not involving reader), mistaken identities, cherry-haired Jimin, implied smut, Jimin's nickname is pretty self-explanatory 💦🍆🥴

Word Count: 1.5K

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: You're tired of watching your evil stepmom waste your father's money. So you steal one of her toys.

A/N: Luce, I'm sorry this took so long! 💜 I hope you like what I dreamt up here. I still have a few more requests waiting for inspiration - y'all are so patient, I can't thank you enough 💕

"YN, darling, pass me the suntan lotion, will you?"

Your lips instinctively curl themselves into a sneer as the sound of your stepmom's voice cuts into your poolside slumber. Opening your eyes beneath your oversized sunglasses, you tilt your head to find her lying in the chair next to you, hand extended expectantly.

You watch as she slowly applies the thick cream to her smooth skin, noting that you're not her only audience. Her movements have drawn the attention of the young man skimming the corner of the pool. His fingers tighten around the thin pole in his hands, eyes focused firmly on your stepmom's statuesque legs.

Interesting. Although Jimin was one of your classmates at university, you only knew him from his weekly visits to your father's house to clean the Olympic-sized pool where you were currently spending your summer break melding with the lounge chair. He never said more than the occasional hello and goodbye, was always polite and quiet. You thought he was incredibly cute, with his cherry red hair and gorgeous smile, but he kept to himself so you kept your distance.

So you're more than a little surprised to see such a hungry expression in his eyes as you observe him staring at your stepmom. Then he catches you looking, and quickly turns away.

You suppose you can't entirely blame him. Your stepmom is only a few years older than you and absolutely stunning. She's also a horrible, manipulative bitch who managed to sink her 30 mm stiletto fingernails directly into your father's heart and bank account.

For three years now, you've watched this woman slowly drain your inheritance away. Your father turns a blind eye to her exorbitant spending, probably because she's using her cunning wiles to keep a tight chokehold grip on his wallet. Among other things.

Your nap effectively ruined, you head into the house to grab a drink. There's a designer purse sitting on the kitchen island, your stepmom's latest purchase, and a brief rush of spite washes over you. Impetuously, you knock it over, spilling its contents all over the countertop. It's a very childish thing to do, but any chance you get to annoy the obnoxious gold digger, you take eagerly.

You wish there were something else you could do to show her just how much you hate her. Something more effective than simply knocking her things about. Like taking away one of her expensive toys. But it'd have to be something that wouldn't get you in trouble with your father. As much as you question his choices, you still love him dearly, and don't want to risk your relationship in the name of petty satisfaction.

There are some fresh cherries in the fridge, so you plop down on one of the couches in the open-concept living room to have a snack. It's not long before Jimin passes right by your perch as he heads home for the day. He doesn't seem to notice you, but it's easy to miss someone in this gigantic house if they're quiet. You just blend into the background.

He has his phone in hand and as he approaches the front door, his steps slow while his fingers fly over the screen. Then he finishes whatever he was doing and slips the phone back into his pocket before letting himself out.

From the messy pile on the kitchen island, your stepmom's phone buzzes.

You only pause for the smallest fraction of a second before leaping up to look at the phone. The screen is already dark, but you know your stepmom's code - her precious toy poodle's birthday - so you tap it in, and read the text messages waiting there:

You gotta stop teasing me when I'm working. I wanna rub you down like that

Can I come over later?

I need you tonight

There's just a nickname attached to the phone number, with a string of emojis - Super Soaker 💦🍆🥴 - but you're sure you know who is on the other end. And it's definitely not your father.

Your stepmom floats into the house. She spots your half-eaten bowl of cherries on the living room table. "YN, darling, please don't leave food just lying around like this! That's how you gets ants." She sighs heavily, as if her cushy life of doing nothing all day is exhausting. "I'm not your maid, you know? Or your mother."

"Believe me, I know," you mutter under your breath before nodding. "Okay."

"Thank you, darling. Oh, and before I forget, your father and I have plans with the Mins tonight, so we will be out very late! You'll be on your own for dinner."

"Okay," you repeat. "I'll just order something."

The look she gives you makes you grit your teeth. "Your father isn't made of money, YN." Unbelievable. How can she utter such phrases without a trace of irony? "I'm sure you can find something here to make for yourself for dinner. But please, try to keep the place clean! I don't want to come home to a messy house." And with a dismissive wave of her hand, she disappears towards the master bedroom.

That cheating brat. You want to take away her toys.

Your fingertips dance over her phone.

Be here at 8. I'll leave the door unlocked.

The response is immediate:

Can't wait, baby

You hear your stepmom's footsteps returning and quickly delete the messages before locking the phone and vanishing towards your room.

At eight, you resume your spot on the couch. Only you've traded your swimsuit for a satin robe, wrapped tightly around your body as you wait.

You don't have to wait long. The front door opens and a moment later, Jimin appears. When he sees you, he freezes, eyes widening under raised brows. No poker face.

"Hey… YN," he speaks slowly. You can practically see the gears turning in his head as he tries to figure out what to say.

"Hi Jimin," you reply lightly. "I didn't hear you knock."

"Oh, uh, the door was open so I just… walked in…" he pauses, "I think I left my earbuds here so I came to… check."

"Jimin." You smile sweetly. Luring him in with honey. "It's ok. I know."

He feigns confusion. "You know what?"

You motion for him to join you on the couch. Jimin crosses the room carefully, like a wild animal waiting for a trap to spring. He sits next to you, running his palms over his tight jeans, wiping away the sweat. His tanned skin seems to glow against the white of his tank top, and as he fidgets, his biceps flex gently.

"Be here at 8. I'll leave the door unlocked," you say as an answer to his question.

His eyebrows rise again. "That was you?" He huffs out a breath. "Fuck."

"That was me. Listen - "

"Please don't tell your father!" Jimin interjects, panic twisting his features. "I - I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have… but she said… I mean… I really need this job! And if he - "

"Honestly, if my dad finds out…" you wind the silky belt of your robe around your fingers, shrugging. "I think the job will be the least of your worries."

Jimin looks like he might get sick all over your stepmom's pricey couch. "Oh god. What do I do?" He pauses as the reality of the situation sinks in. Then his eyes narrow as he tips his head towards you, considering. "You… if you wanted me to know that you know, you could've just told me. Why did you send me that message, pretending to be her?"

You smirk, shifting to curl your legs beneath you. Jimin's eyes travel over your frame as you move, drinking in the flimsy material that hugs your curves while leaving large swaths of your skin bare. He swallows audibly, and your smirk deepens.

"Why do you think, Jimin? I want something."

He frowns. "Look, I don't have a lot of money, but I can pay - "

"Keep your money." You gesture around you. "I don't need it."

He meets your gaze again, with darkened eyes. "Then what do you want, YN?"

A wave of heat rolls through you. The hunger you'd seen earlier is back in his expression. Again you shift, shuffling closer to him until your knees brush his thigh, the thick muscle twitching at the contact.

"I want you to stop seeing her. Stop answering her texts, stop meeting up with her. End it completely, or I tell my father." You smile, running your fingers over his forearm. "He'll believe me. I never lie to him."

Jimin stares at your hand for a moment before placing his own on top. His touch is so warm. "And is that… everything you want?" His eyes flicker to yours.

You bite your lip. "Do you know what she calls you? In her phone?"

Jimin laughs, glancing away. "Yeah. Super soaker." He rubs the back of his neck.

"Mmmhmm." You pull your hand away. Rising up on your knees, you let your robe fall open, revealing the lacy black bra and panties you're wearing beneath.

Jimin lets out a tiny exhale. "Shit."

"I want to know where that name comes from," you declare, robe slipping off your shoulders. "Will you show me?"

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[thcfountain]

Dating Noah includes:

mdni. smut & fluff. ftm x Noah.

Noah always making sure that no one misgenders you or uses your deadname. (He's buff now so if they try, he can take 'em.)

Working out together and having body goals that you're both aiming towards, which means you encourage and support each other even when it feels hard to work out some days.

"You are looking so buff," you coo at him, admiring his shirtless body after a workout. The two of you have retired to the shower together to wash off the sweat and stink.

He grins and tugs you towards him by the waist of your sweats that you had yet to ditch. "You look handsome too," he tells you before a kiss.

Noah helps you record your voice at intervals after you start t. He's just as excited for the change as you are.

Going to Pride together as a couple.

"Will you do my eyeshadow?" he asks, handing you over the colors of his sexuality flag.

"You're gonna be gorgeous when I'm done," you promise. "or hideous," you add teasingly, "who knows."

The whole band is very anti transphobes and they WILL tell people off in your defence.

"Support trans people or die by the," slight pause as Folio stumbles to repeat the meme, "fishing pole..." he waves the pole menacingly and you laugh.

"It's not by the pole, it's by THE BLADE!" Yells Noah, unsheathing one of his swords.

Noah is a MUNCH. We all know it, okay. And this fact doesn't change for you. Yeah he still loves eating you out but he's also big on sucking t-dick.

Being on testosterone, also, makes you wildly horny. A fact that Noah revels in. The second he catches on that you're needy, he's there.

Your back leans against the wall for support, pants and boxers around your ankles as Noah takes your growth into his mouth, earning whimpers and soft, panting moans from you.

A finger works its way into your core as he pulls back, strings of spit bridging between his lips and your dick. "Fuck," he moans, fingers arching up into you, "I love sucking your cock, baby."

-

He's got you bent over the kitchen table, a fact that everyone else would surely complain about, but you couldn't care less in this moment. Your cheek presses against cold wood and every thrust into you has you crying out his name, desperate for him to let you cum.

-

You know it's taking everything in him not be loud, to continue whispering commands on how he wants you to touch yourself, how which sucker or dildo to use. You know that he hates not being able to see all of you, but he's on tour and facetime will have to do.

He's uncomfortably hard in his stage outfit, internally torn between seeing if he can jack off quickly before the opener finishes and he has to on stage, and he knows you timed this purposely. "Brat," he teases when you finally cum. "When I get home, this earned you a few spankings."

he wears pins with the trans pride flag, excitedly points out trans characters in media to you, he's an ally, and he's adorable about it.

You steal his hoodies and sweaters constantly. They give you gender euphoria and they smell like him. He jokingly complains about it but you've caught him spraying his cologne on your favorite hoodies before he leaves for tour.

some times the band has boys night, no girlfriends allowed, and they amend it to no partners because you kept tagging along and being disgustingly cute with Noah. They love you though.

baking cookies for Noah when he comes home from tour and helping him do his stinky laundry.

Coming home and finding Matt holding your packer in confusion.

"What is this?" he asks, holding it up as Noah snickers with laughter at Matt's lack of knowledge.

"Unhand my dick, Dierkes!" You laugh and as it dawns on him, he flings it at Noah.

"I don't wanna touch another dude's dick, no matter what it's made of!" He yells, running to wash his hands of your cooties.

Getting top surgery and being able to walk around shirtless with the guys.

"Your cup size is bigger than your boyfriend's," Jolly jokes to Noah and you grin, striking a pose to show off your chest.

"I'm part of the tiny tittie committee, thank you," Noah replies sarcastically.

He uses you as a pillow or human weighted blanket all the time because you're warm and he demands snuggles.

Gay jokes. All the time. You guys are constantly joking with each other.

"Your tie is straighter than I am," he tells you one day with a chuckle.

You turn to look in the mirror and adjust it. "Now it's gayer than you."

Having two secret snack stashes. The one Noah has found and thinks you don't know he's found, and the real one.

sometimes you two wear matching clothes.

Going fishing with Folio, attempting to rollerblade with Ruffilo, Jolly teaching you how to properly shave. You're officially everyone's adopted brother.

Other fans under the trans umbrella start referring to you both as their dads. Noah's a little overwhelmed by suddenly being dad to hundreds. It's okay though, he's also flattered.

"Post something on Twitter for me," he says, a little out of the blue but not so surprising since he refuses to return to social media yet.

You pull your phone out, ready to shoot off a tweet from your profile for him.

He seems to think about it for a moment, wording himself just so. "The only thing anyone expects of you today, is to survive."

"You're such a good father figure," you tease, sending the post. "I just won't tell them about you setting our bathroom on fire with Yankee candles."

BATHS! Noah loves baths and he abs absolutely adores having you sit in his lap and relax with him. He plays lofi music, makes a charcuterie board, he goes all out.

He doesn't go back to VA much anymore - the South has long since quit being his home. But every once in a while trips are made. Everyone packs up to go hang out with Ruffilo down there or everyone shuffles over to Maryland so Folio can host.

An argument is ensuing between Ruffilo, Jolly, and Noah - it takes place in Ruffilo's backyard on a particularly warm, summer day. It's not often that they're off tour and even less often that everyone's gotten together down here, but here you all are.

You and Folio are splashing each other in a kiddy pool, you've caught Noah checking your swim trunks out a few times earlier but for the moment, he's preoccupied.

"I should be the one to grill. I'm TRANS DAD," announced Noah, puffing his chest out in an exaggerated way. You're pretty sure he could take the other two in a fight if he wanted.

"Yeah but it's my grill," says Nicholas, who's usually the least likely to get into an argument. "Plus, you aren't band dad."

Jolly snaps a pair of tongs their way. "I should be grill dad," he tells them.

As the argument continues on, you watch as Matt goes unnoticed, setting the grill up and you and Folio are quick to help.

The burgers are practically done by the time Noah, Jolly, and Ruffilo actually take notice.

Gaming together for fun. Usually its not too competitive, but every once in a while there's a promise that loser gives the winner a bj.

[blingblong55]

Self pride-141

the team is having one of those weird late night talks. All of the sudden r/n and soap return, he lost a bet and he now has makeup on his face (he feels good about it bc he isn't one of those toxic masculinity guys, yk the ones that know what and who they are and aren't afraid of makeup or anything "girly")

R/n: he looks gorgeous huh*says as they look at the team, biting their lip of excitement*

Graves: can I just say, I am so comfortable with with your sexuality

(graves has been captive for days and now is tied to a pole)

Price: *looks at graves*

Soap: Can I just say that your comfort with my sexuality has made me more comfortable with my sexuality

Roach: can I just say that if I had my gun on me, I would shoot myself.

*Everyone stares*

Roach: I'm not homophobic...but man do I hate hearing graves talk

[xjustakay]

(8/3) prompt: reputation — 690 words (assassin regulus + spy james; cw: brief presence/mention of a gun; part 2, part 3) @jegulus-microfic

As soon as he hears the scuff of someone approaching the meeting spot too early, Regulus has his gun in hand, leveled evenly at the person’s chest from a few feet away. James Potter looks unperturbed, if not amused, as he holds both hands up —yellow envelope tucked beneath one arm.

“Your reputation precedes you,” James comments.

Regulus sucks his teeth. “And what reputation might that be?”

“That you’re quick on the draw. A real no nonsense type.” Something like admiration glints in his eyes. “That you never miss the shots you take.”

Head tilting, Regulus drops his arm and tucks his gun back where it belongs. “Suppose it’s a good thing I didn’t take the shot then, isn’t it?”

James hums thoughtfully, hazel eyes unshy as they drag down and then up his body. “Nobody warned me you’d be gorgeous.”

Well. He’s not touching that with a ten foot pole.

“Shall we talk business?”

“Unless you’d rather talk pleasure.” James smirks, dangerously off topic. “Because I think I’m interested in that.”

Regulus rolls his eyes. “Don’t make me point a gun at you again.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” James quips.

“Potter, do you have a fucking target for me or not?”

Dark brows lift over the top of his glasses in surprise. “You know my name.”

“Part of the job description.” Regulus shrugs.

A pinched expression, curiously scrutinizing, takes over his face as he eyes him. “I don’t know yours.”

“Yeah, that’s in the fine print.”

“Hardly seems fair.”

“Such is life.”

“We call you the Wraith at headquarters,” James tells him.

There’s a bitter taste on his tongue, at the back of his throat. He hates that this is who he’s become. 

“Whatever Albus needs to feed you all.” Regulus circles a hand. “The target?”

“Right.” James is distracted looking at him for a moment before blinking with a jolt and handing over the envelope. 

James likely doesn’t even know who’s on the inside of it. He’s merely a messenger, another piece on Albus Dumbledore’s chessboard, just like he is. Regulus will check the information later, follow his instructions accordingly. As usual.

In a weighted silence, he and James stare at one another. James’ unspoken questions are a phantom presence, standing there in the warehouse with them. He squints after a minute, moving a step nearer, and Regulus stiffens.

“You’re him, aren’t you? Sirius’ missing brother?”

The question takes Regulus so off guard, his mask slips for just a moment, grey eyes widening a fraction before he catches himself. James notices and nods once even as Regulus quickly schools his expression.

“You got the same intense look in your eyes that he gets on a mission,” James explains, warm gaze darting over his features. “There’s other things, too, but.. I’d recognize that anywhere.”

“You can’t tell him I’m alive,” Regulus says firmly.

“Oh, I know.” James nods, a strange initial sadness fading to make way for a faint grin. “I promise I got this job for a reason. I’m more than just a pretty face.”

“An easy mistake to make.” His lips twitch just barely, missable if not being looked for.

James gasps and presses a hand to his own chest. “So you think I’m pretty?”

“Goodbye, Potter.” He turns on his heel to leave.

“You can call me James, you know.”

Regulus slows to a pause, half-turns to look back at him. “James, then.”

“See you around, Regulus.” It’s murmured quietly behind him as he walks away; he might have missed it if it weren’t for actively paying attention to the sound of James’ movement.

There’s an uncertain promise in the few words, but more than that, hearing his name roll so smoothly off of James’ tongue punctures something deep in his chest. Because James knows it in the first place, which means he’s heard it before. Only so many people call him by name anymore; he’s a ghost, a shadow, more a memory than a person.

But James says his name like he’s more than that.

And, by fucking god, Regulus knows already that it’s going to be a big problem for him.

[bidoofenergy]

Five fun facts AU: Henry owns a bookshop who takes public transport to work every day. He keeps getting glimpses of Alex through the crowd, always reading, and Henry is all 🥵 about him... until one day they end up sitting next to/across from each other and Henry realises Alex dog-ears his books.

xoxo MJ/kiwiana-writes

how did you know i dog ear my books i mean whooaa hi MJ thanks for the prompt!!

ONE: henry's bookstore not mainstream popular but it is well-known in the NYC queer scene. when you're at the bar, lamenting the fact that all queer spaces have alcohol? henry's bookstore. when you're on reddit, asking for queer-friendly places to go? henry's bookstore. when you're crying over a paper, trying to get your hands on some obscure out of print work by a queer author? henry's bookstore. henry knows this, kinda, but he doesn't really get what he means to people yet.

TWO: alex buys beat-up paperbacks and devours them--on his commute, when he's waiting for his emails to be returned, on the treadmill, in line at the coffee store, on his lunch break, in the middle of the night when he can't sleep. he's not lonely--he has june and nora (his sister and his ex/her girlfriend) and raf and zahra (his bosses) and random hinge dates he hangs out with for a couple months before they inevitable get bored with each other or annoyed with each other or both. the obsessive reading--that's just a cute little hobby :) he's just trying to read 100 books this year :) nothings wrong with him :))

THREE: henry's bookstore (no name yet) is a small, skinny store in NYC, tucked in between a bodega and the best thai restaurant he's ever had in his life. the bodega has a cat, grey tabby, gorgeous, and wonderful mouser. hates david with a passion. she's named something like fifi or pippa or minnie. david just wants her to love him back. it's a love story for the ages--david constantly stopping henry just to stare longingly after her, her hissing at him through the window, henry and the bodega owner laughing.

FOUR: alex and henry live two stops away from each other, get off at the same stop, but walk in opposite directions. henry gets on after alex does, and Totally Accidentally finds himself in prime position to watch alex. he's handsome and tired and artfully mused, fancy backpack (a gift from his mom) in his lap or worn against his chest, a single loose curl always falling across his forehead the same way everyday, dark circles under his big beautiful brown eyes. he's a painting, framed by metal poles and the press of rush hour bodies. he's a statue, carved out of everything henry could possibly want. he's gorgeous, a voracious reader, untouchable--and totally scrumptious (pez's words (henry agrees))

FIVE: one day henry exits the station right behind alex and watches him foLD THE CORNER OF THE PAGE DOWN AND SHOVE IT IN HIS BAG WITHOUT ANOTHER THOUGHT HENRY SAW IT END UP AROUND A NOTEBOOK THE COVER IS RUINED PEZ HOW COULD SOMEONE SO HANDSOME BE SO CALLOUS PEZ NOW HENRY HAS TO FIND ANOTHER COMMUTE CRUSH PEZ (all of this is said over drinks at pez's favorite bar, the one nora and june also really love and are always trying to get alex to come to)

(send me a potential AU and i'll tell you five fun facts)

[jeonsjiddies]

Toxic | kth [m]

Toxic Masterlist | Chapter Ten

Eleven

7 months into your relationship with Taehyung, and you were still obsessed with him. The feeling definitely seemed to be mutual. You both wanted to spend every waking moment together, and whether it be hot fiery touches or gentle loving caresses, you couldn’t keep your hands off of each other.

Taehyung had become a little more daring at work and people were starting to become suspicious. Just last week, he’d pulled you into the supply closet after a meeting and ate you out until you were begging him to fuck you. Just as he was about to unbuckle his slacks, you heard the door handle jiggle, then the clattering of keys. You both quickly put yourselves together and sprang apart like magnets with the same poles.

The janitor had not looked pleased to find the two of you in the locked closet, but you’d both feigned ignorance at why the door was locked. You’d both had to become more careful, spending less time together alone and forcing yourselves to act far more professionally than you wanted to.

Since you’d had to quit your midday rendezvous, you’d both become increasingly needy once you got off work, to the point where you spent more time at his apartment than your own. You kept several spare outfits at his place and ended up sleeping in his arms more often than you didn’t.

Today was no exception. Taehyung hated staying away from you, hated having to drive to work separately, hated when you got stuck in traffic and took longer to arrive than he did. You find him waiting for you when you pull into the parking space, your door being flung open the moment you’re able to put your car in park. You giggle and step out of the vehicle, aided by Taehyung’s tug at your hand, causing you to go flying into his chest. He steadies you and immediately connects your lips together, his hands gripping your sides hungrily.

“Mmmf-Tae… Tae, baby we’re outside!”

“So?” He murmurs against the skin of your neck, pressing his hips into yours to cage you between him and your car door.

“People could see us,” you explain, your voice airing on a whine as he sucks a hickey into your skin.

“Better give them a nice show, then.”

“Taehyung!”

“Fine, fine,” he concedes, pulling away from you for a brief moment before grabbing your hand and tugging you inside the building.

He leads you to the elevator and wraps his arms around you from behind, placing lingering kisses on the exposed skin of your shoulder while you ride the lift up to his floor.

“I can’t wait to be inside you, Princess. That pretty pussy is all I’ve been able to think about all day. Wanna make you scream for me, make up for lost time…” he trails off, his fingers skating across your covered nipples and making you shiver.

“Fuck, Tae… you’re insatiable.”

“Only for you, baby girl,” he smirks, pulling you down the hall the second the elevator doors open.

He unlocks the apartment and ushers you inside, his lips never leaving yours once the door is shut. He walks you backwards towards his room, skillfully shedding his dress shirt in the process and tossing it aside carelessly. Your hands immediately find purchase on his golden skin, marveling at how tanned and gorgeous he is for probably the millionth time. Despite being together for almost a year and having seen him naked more times than you can count on all your fingers and toes, you’re still mesmerized by his beauty and caught off guard at how gorgeous he is every time you lay your eyes on him.

He swiftly undresses your top half, lips attaching to your peaked nipple before you can even suck in a shaky breath. A soft moan escapes your lips and you feel Taehyung smirk against your skin as his tongue circles the bud and his teeth gently graze it.

“Wanna try something new, baby. What do you think?”

He looks up at you, his fingers now pinching and kneading at your breast. You nod, willing to try anything if he keeps making you feel this good.

“Want you to ride me,” he murmurs between heated kisses to your neck and lips, “want you to watch…”

“Watch?”

Taehyung smiles, pulling you to your feet and turning your body around so your back is flush against his chest. He directs your gaze to the full length mirror on the wall that was definitely not there a few days ago. You look at your reflections in the mirror, both of you flushed and glowing. Taehyung’s hands move from your shoulders, slowly trailing down your arms and landing on your hips. You watch his movements in the mirror, captivated by the image in front of you. His fingers dance along the hem of your skirt before he pulls it and your panties down in one swift motion.

You feel exposed and shy, not used to seeing yourself in this type of situation. Taehyung looms over you from behind, kissing along your neck and shoulder before pulling back to undress himself the rest of the way. You feel his thick member pressing into the meat of your ass and shiver.

“Look how beautiful you are,” he coos, his hands trailing up and down your body gently, “can’t wait for you to see how fucking gorgeous you are when you’re cumming on my cock.”

You groan, leaning your head back against his chest and Taehyung leans down to connect your lips before walking you both backwards. He sits on the bed and spreads his legs, inviting you into his lap. You find your position in his lap, your dripping cunt sliding along his erect length. He helps you line his cock up with your sopping hole and you allow yourself to sink down on his cock. He leans back, resting on his elbows to give you a better view of your pussy swallowing his cock in the mirror. You’re completely mesmerized by the way his large member disappears inside of you, filling you up so completely.

You almost close your eyes to savor the feeling of his cock sliding along your walls, but you also want to watch his expressions, so you force yourself to keep your eyes open as you begin bouncing on his cock. Taehyung groans from behind you and your gaze flickers to his own in the mirror. He’s watching you with the most carnal look you’ve ever seen on him, like a lion about to pounce on their prey. You shiver but keep your rythym steady.

“Look at that beautiful pussy swallowing up Daddy’s cock so well, you were made for me, pretty girl,” he purrs, leaning up and kissing along the shell of your ear, his hands coming to knead at your breasts that bounce with the impact of your movements.

Without warning, Taehyung takes over, drilling up into your pussy from beneath you at a punishing pace, making your body bounce with the force of his thrusts. Your moans grow louder and Taehyung wraps an arm around your middle, pulling your back flush against his chest.

“Watch me ruin you, baby.”

Your eyes wander to where the two of you connect, his cock sliding in and out of your pussy, your combined arousals making it shimmer in the light. Combined with the erotic imagery and the way Taehyung is assaulting your pussy, you can’t hold out much longer.

“Baby, I’m close-“

“You gonna cum? Gonna cream on Daddy’s big, thick cock? Do it, cum for me.”

You scream as your orgasm washes over you, watching in the mirror as your pussy gushes all over Taehyung’s cock and his hand comes up to grip your neck, restricting your airflow, which somehow intensifies your orgasm tenfold. Your entire body shakes like a leaf with the intensity of your high, and Taehyung follows soon after, shooting his load deep inside your heat while chanting your name between his deep moans. When he finishes and releases his hold on you, your body slumps, completely spent from the force of your orgasm.

“Look, baby,” he says gently, guiding your head so you can watch his cum drip out of you when he pulls his cock from your aching hole.

You shiver at the sight, equal parts exhausted and turned on. Taehyung litters sweet kisses along your back, kneading and massaging your muscles as he goes.

“Let’s get you a warm bath, yeah?”

You nod, clinging to him as he lifts you and carries you to the bathroom, gently setting you on the counter before running the water and adding the bubbles. He helps you into the tub and slides in behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing the top of your head.

He takes a washcloth and delicately runs the soap along your arms and shoulders, your torso and chest. You lean into his embrace and allow your eyes to close while you savor the feeling of being cared for by the man of your dreams.

You don’t remember falling asleep, don’t remember him helping you into his clothes or tucking you into bed. You only remember the gentle kiss he placed on your lips before he pulled the covers over you both and fell asleep beside you.

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[sqewed0722]

A cruel royal tale with Cho Jung-seok and Shin Sae-kyeong | Captivating ...

I am honestly amazed at the level of chemistry that these two actors have in “Captivating The King”.  Of course, some viewers may not see it at all.  Each one is entitled to his or her own perspective, but as far as many other viewers (including myself) are concerned, it’s one of the major factors why this drama is resonating with them.  

Shin Se-kyung gets flak from some viewers for her allegedly wooden acting and frozen facial expressions.  To be honest, I never had that impression of her based on her other dramas that I’ve seen.  I first saw her in “When A Man Loves’ with Song Seung Heon and I remember hating her character there.  I watched her in “The Bride of Habaek” and actually loved her interaction with Nam Joo-hyuk.  I also saw her with Cha Eun-woo in “Rookie Historian Goo Hae-ryung”. 

However, I think a straightforward drama is more appropriate for her.  She’s gorgeous but she has a serious and formal air about her that doesn’t seem to lend well to romcoms.  Maybe that’s why she’s accused of being expressionless by some people. Whereas in serious dramas especially sageuks like this one, her features are perfect for a more restricted kind of acting.

As for Cho Jung-seok...man! This is my very first time to watch him and I am captivated (pun intended)! His acting prowess is on a different level, very nuanced. His portrayal of Lee In is intense and passionate yet vulnerable.  I looked at a couple of videos from some of his previous work, especially the highly popular “Hospital Playlist” and it’s poles apart from the way he is in CTK.  Not surprising.  His exposure spans the stage and screen and he can even sing so he’s a very well-trained artist, reminiscent of many actors of the Golden era of Hollywood, who were often skilled in all these aspects.   

I hope someday they will have a reunion project.  I love watching them onscreen together.

[amberpriceenthusiast]

Emma calling Max and Dylan after realizing she’s in love with Abi because of something Kaitlyn said but Max and Dylan both being extremely unhelpful

Emma and Max’s call

“Why’re asking me? Have I not told you what happened on my first date with Laura? I picked her up super late, somehow managed stain Laura’s dress, god that dress was gorgeous, it was this beautiful purple that she paired with a sweet Jean jacket and her hair wa-”

“Max”

“Right sorry. I tripped like seven times, scraped up my knee pretty bad too, almost got us lost”

“Jesus how’d you even get a second date?”

“Something about my pathetic helpless charm made her fall I guess”

“How’d you ask Laura out though? Like that wasn’t a total dumpster fire, right? I mean you got the girl”

“…”

“Max!”

“She asked me out, we were studying for our history final in junior year, and she said she really liked me and would want to go out sometime. I was so surprised I dropped and broke my computer”

“I truly wish that surprised me. I’ll call you later Max, thanks for the, I’d say help but this was truly just more of an anecdote”

Emma and Dylans call

“Emma I almost said I love you literally the first time I saw Ryan, do you not have better options?”

“Look ok, I thought I did but Max told me about his first date with Laura, so you’re kind of all I got Dyl”

“Oh my god did he start to go on a “laura is so pretty” ramble for you too?”

“Yes!! They’re sickeningly sweet. Dylan please help me, tell me about you’re first date with Ryan, you guys seem to not be, completely disastrous?”

“Oh we’re just better at hiding it. When Ryan said that he loved me I didn’t talk for like, at least 3 minutes, he started freaking out, I started freaking out, it was like midnight, I’m pretty sure one of us ended up crying. One time he held my hand and I almost walked into a fucking pole, and then he proceeded to almost walk into a different pole. I made a flirty, very suggestive joke, a few weeks into the relationship and he just kind of started at me and we didn’t talk about it. Oh and then there was-”

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

“Yup.”

“So Ryan couldn’t help here either”

“Knowing our romantic history, absolutely not.”

“Laura maybe?? She asked out Max apparently, did you know that?”

“That makes so much sense, sorry to cut this convo about my embarrassing love life short, but speaking of said love life Ryan will be home soon so I gotta go, have fun with confessing your undying love to Abi”

“I hate you, goodbye”