#like yes being someone who occasionally reads reader inserts is a little embarrassing

[maryibgarry102]

i wish all the people who put OC fics in the reader insert tags on like ao3 and shit a very die

[kindly-whisper-norbury]

I love AO3. I really, truly do. But at the same time, it reminds me that fanfic had a very different feel back in the day… in the late 1990s and early 2000s.

We didn't so much promote our stories as we traded them like literary contraband, handing them out in the back alleys of newsboards and forums and LiveJournal to be gobbled up by the desperate, starving masses. Sometimes you wouldn't post them, you would simply mention that you had written them; and when someone asked to see your story you would send them an email with the creation copy-pasted within. Those of us who had our own Geocities or Angelfire websites would make elaborate pages for each story, setting the background and font color to match what we felt the fic evoked, and of course adding pictures that we had slapped together in Photoshop for flavor.

When FFnet came along, we eagerly thrust our creations into its algorithm, like birds shoving their babies out of the nest; then we held our breath and waited to see if anyone cared enough to make a comment before our stories slipped into the depths of the pit, never to be seen or read again. And the tingle we felt in our chests when someone did finally comment left us on a high for hours or even days.

There were annual fanfiction awards for some fandoms, and if you won any category at all you would wear that award proudly... a badge of honor to be displayed in your forum signature or FFnet profile. But really, the ultimate honor was when someone did fan art of your stories and posted it on DeviantArt or LJ, and you would hold on to that picture like a child clinging to a favorite teddy bear.

More often than not, the people you knew in real life weren't aware of what you did with your spare time, and you would have died of embarrassment if they ever found out. In general, you stayed in your lane, keeping other fandoms out of your business, except for the occasional crossover (which came with the added complication of having to choose which fandom to post them under on FFnet). We didn't have beta readers... hell, sometimes we didn't edit at all. Grammar and spelling mattered less than your passion for the subject, and research was conducted somewhat haphazardly, to the point where any anachronisms were shrugged off. Still, OOC characters were raked thoroughly across the coals; questioned and poked until the author explained why they had written them that way.

The tropes and cliches that people now cringe at were created then, embraced wholeheartedly. Mary Sues and self-inserts and songfics were everywhere… and we loved it. Authors would interrupt their own stories in the middle to add notes, sometimes presented as the characters themselves giving you information about what was going on in the story or what led the author to add this or that small detail.

We were afraid of being copyright claimed, we were afraid of being ridiculed, we were afraid of being sued by Anne Rice (even if we didn't write anything that took place in her universe). We felt rebellious, accomplished, and maybe a little guilty about what we wrote; but we wrote it because we loved it, and that was enough.

As I said, I really do love AO3… but there was just such a culture surrounding fanfic back then… a kinship and a sisterhood. I wish that those who have never gotten to experience it could have the chance to go back for a while, feel the way it felt… same as I wish my own kids could have experienced the freedom of summer vacation back when summer vacation meant freedom.

The world is just too fast now, the internet too loud; you have to run to catch up, scream to be heard... when sometimes all you want to do is whisper, "Hey… I wrote something… does anyone want to take a look?" and to have someone whisper back, "Yes! Send it to me and I'll print it out to read in bed tonight!"

[moonandsunwoo]

txt when someone flirts with their crush

# — pairing: txt x reader

# — genre: fluff, occasional crack (as always)

# — warnings: mild swearing and jealousy but nothing toxic, one (1) suggestive joke

I really wanna write more like these for tbz but im having no ideas, so if there's anything u want me to write for them, feel free to request!!

ღ ⏤ CHOI SOOBIN.

Soobin tried not to overthink too much

Like maybe this other person was just so nice because thats what you do when you meet someone

Nothing Soobin would have to feel icky about, right?

Well maybe the brushing over your arm the whole time was a bit uncalled for

So was the constant checking you out

And maybe Soobin wasn’t as unfazed as he pretended he was

Panicked brainstorming what to talk to you about when he started to walk towards you

Like he can’t just come and talk to you about the weather now could he

Ends up kinda awkwardly inserting himself in the conversation

`Hey Y/N…oh sorry am i interrupting something?`

Man he‘s so embarrassed

Ends up asking you if you wanted to check out that new cute café he discovered a few blocks away

The café he had to quickly look up when you agreed, on Google maps’ “near you” option

Because it was a café he himself still had to discover tbh

Yes that one ;)

tumblr is being a whole b!tch bellow the cut, so if the formatting is messed up, or the text doesn’t work out; it’s because of that. Apologies in advance tumblr pls hajima, hoe

Yeonjun wasn't insecure about the fact that this other person could make you laugh like that

Nah, he knew he could do that too

Nah, he knew he could do that too

In his very personal, obviously unbiased opinion, they just weren’t that funny yknow

Because his first instinct is to approach you on sight, he also already started to walk towards you

Before registering the presence of that unnecessary third person

Oh well

Gives you the most extra greeting ever: makes sure to drown you in a big hug, moves back just slightly to check out your face (fOr bRuiSes dUh), tells you that you look pretty and only then lets you go

Quickly finds a way to turn the conversation in a way where it felt natural that he was part of it

Also in a way where he had about 70% of your attention

Everything bellow wasn’t accepted

Alright, maybe 69% would be okay too, wink wonk

ღ ⏤ CHOI BEOMGYU.

You know that unamused, semiannoyed look Beomgyu has sometimes when something annoys him

Yes so that one appears when he sees you talking to that other person

Not that he was insecure about that per se

Like he knew you had friends and stuff lol

But right now this person was hogging your attention and now he couldn’t show you the song he just wrote

Thats annoying

And its also annoying that this other person kept looking you up and down

Or giggled at everything you said like there was no tomorrow (by together)

„🙄🙄🙄“

Ends up just calling your name like the intrusive little bitch boy he can be

„Look what i wrote yesterday!“

Acts oblivious to the fact that he was getting glares when your attention immediately shifted to him

Well, sucks to be not him buddy

Would make sure to scoot extra close when showing you his stuff on his phone

Just to…prove a point, yknow

ღ ⏤ KANG TAEHYUN.

Small glances

Oh

He didn’t know the two of you knew each other that well…?

Not that he was bothered! By! The! Way! You! Kept! Giggling! At! Their! Words!

Nope!

Tries to focus on his book again

But he just can’t focus, he‘s been reading the same page now for the fifth time and still couldn’t tell what it was about

Okay maybe he was bothered

But this good boy avoids confrontation at all cost

So he just sucks it up until they leave or he catches you alone

All shy

Maybe asks who thy were? Since you seemed to know each other that well

Asks you out for ice cream afterwards

Gets all giddy when he manages to make you laugh even more than the other person could

<3

ღ ⏤ HUENING KAI.

0.0

Just glances

Would NEVER approach you, he‘s way too shy

But return your smile a bit shakily when your eyes suddenly meet since he can’t stop looking over at you

Pls he‘s torn between really wanting to say something and also running away

Should he just ask you to hang out?

Wouldn’t that seem weird?

What if you said no, right in front of that other person?

What if this other person asked you out first?

Wait did you maybe LIKE this other person??

A there were a thousand thoughts per second spinning inside his pretty head

Probably malfunctions and walks over to ask you if you wanted to go get coffee in the library or take a walk in the art gallery

⌕ m.list

© written by moonandsunwoo on tumblr. plz do not copy or re-upload :)

🌷 - @hwallswrld

[lovelychoso]

Getou think piece (ft. gn!reader)

okay sooo this is my first time posting a work on tumblr and who better to write about than getou ?? the man has been on my mind so much lately, I just had to indulge 🙃

this is a little think piece I have about him if the world of jututsu didn't exist. I wanted to start simple for my first time so it's basically just what I think he'd be like as a high school student

reader makes an appearance towards the end

just a little fyi !! reader is kind of a self insert here, so I hope you guys are okay with being an introvert haha (not shy tho!! just quiet)

reader is gn <3

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Depending on how you judge somebody's character, you may or may not be in for a surprise

Right off the bat, Getou is that super classy student

He's definitely popular yes, but not a lot of people know him in a personal manner

Most of the people he interacts with are acquaintances - he chooses his friends carefully

Obviously he's rich

Mf has to come from a rich family like it only makes sense

His parents must've made a name for themselves in the political world (they could be lawyers for example)

I wanna say that his parents are affectionate towards him, and they've always made sure to teach him manners, morals, and how to be kind :(

Values his family <3

If you take Getou's family background into consideration, you'll find that he's pretty smart

But not just any type of smart, he's like... the sexy type of smart 😩

He was exposed to books and literature at a young age

I take Getou as the type to be into classical literature (you know that thing most of us hate?)

Anything that is an expression of life, truth, and beauty... it's on his bookshelf

The man has already read every book assigned in class

"we're reading The Great Gatsby? I read that when I was 12."

Besties with Gojo obviously (who is also smart, how sexc of him) the two of them are superbly well known not only at their school, but other schools as well

Maybe they're a little trio with Shoko or Sukuna if you wanna add a little more spice ;)

I would include Nanami in their friend group too but let's be honest this man is anywhere Gojo is not 💀 I also love the idea that he and Haibara are still their underclassmen :')

OKAY BACK TO GETOU

People fall at his feet obviously

He's not a player tho, I don't take him as the type to screw around

He doesn't sleep around either, but he'll have an occasional hook up if he's in the mood for it

When he rejects somebody he's honestly super kind about, my bby doesn't like to embarrass people or make anyone feel like shit

He's a respectable man remember?

I feel like he's the type of person who would loveee to be in a relationship but he doesn't go out of his way to pursue one (same tho ??)

He's a go with the flow type 'a guy, basically it'll happen if it's meant to happen

Doesn't rush into things, prefers they develop on their own

Trust is super important to him

THIS MAN COMMITS - he wants a serious relationship (doesn't do flings)

prefers going out with people he knows and has built a level of comfort with – won't go out with a total stranger

To expand on that thought, on the rare occasion that he does ask someone out, it would be a person he's already accustomed to (a friend, classmate, or an acquaintance)

He puts himself and his boundaries into consideration before taking further steps

This man is literally the complete opposite of Gojo when it comes to dating oh dear god

He likes to attend parties

(and the three of them just so happen to get invites to a lot of them)

But Getou just uses them as excuses to hang out with his friends :)

He drinks but not that much (Sukuna on the other hand... damn 💀)

He does well in gym/fitness classes

He only tries out for his school's sports teams when Gojo and Sukuna do - he's not really into playing competitively

He still makes it onto them obviously

Prefers night time showers

Wears sweats and tshirts to bed

Always says goodnight to his parents <3

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(A/N - did anyone else have seating arrangements in highschool as well ? like one day you'd walk into class and *boom* your teacher has a new seating arrangement on the board ? that plays into this next bit with y/n!)

Getou doesn't mind seating arrangements but he still prefers to sit with his friends (unlike Gojo who pouts in distaste like a child)

Looks at the board to see where he has to sit and who his new desk mate is

He's seen this person around but has never actually spoken to them

Getou is an observant person however, so he recalls that this person doesn't speak much in class and is one of the quieter kids

Makes his way to his new spot and waits for class to begin

You show up to class about 10 minutes late with a note for your teacher excusing your temporary absence, he points to your new spot in the class and holy shit... it's a good thing you have a resting bitch face because honey... you are literally saliVATING at the greek god you were assigned to sit next to

OKAY BACK TO GETOU AGAIN

I'm going to be honest with you, he doesn't pay any mind to his new desk mate for about a week...

But you're okay with that ❤️

However you must know that Getou is honestly just the tiniest bit intimated by you

haha...

You can't blame him tho!! the rbf you wear makes him believe you'd rather be anywhere else but here so he genuinely doesn't want to bother you <3

But there's just one problem

Getou needs yesterday's notes because he took a sick day prior (and Gojo doesn't take notes for shit)

He waits for the teacher's lesson to end before turning to you

"Excuse me—"

And oh

Oh

Oh wow

Getou finds himself a little captivated because your eyes hold the most charming shade of (e/c)

"Um, sorry to bother you but I wasn't here yesterday and I was hoping you had any of the notes...?"

Getou braces himself for your reaction, secretly hoping he didn't piss you off 💀

But to his surprise, his normally bored looking desk mate only flashes him one of the friendliest smiles he's ever seen

a small "sure" escaping their lips as they flip through their notes

Getou shamefully sits in awe because why was he expecting a bad reaction from you? he honestly feels a little bad

Though... he can't help but lower his gaze to your fingers and ponder over how pretty they are as they grace across the pages of your notebook

"Did you want to copy them down here? or take a picture?"

His desk mate asks him in a gentle, friendly tone while making direct. fucking. eye. contact.

Getou feels like somebody punched him in the gut

"Just a picture is fine, thank you."

Getou scrambles momentarily for his phone, internally cussing himself for moving so ungracefully (I know this man moves like he's made of water)

"Thanks again."

Getou speaks more confidently this time, flashing you a pretty smile of his own in hopes that he'll get to see another one of yours. And maybe get to hear you speak again

One thing about Getou is that he usually gets what he wants

And this time was no different

"No worries." It was softer this time, and so was your smile

What the fuck just happened to him?

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As Getou lays in bed that night, he can't help but think back to what happened today

He has his phone in hand, looking at the photos of your notes

What lovely writing his desk mate has

He recalls the way he threw one last look in your direction before leaving the classroom with Gojo

The white haired man was telling him something, but he wasn't exactly listening

He was too busy trying to meet those eyes again

Those pretty eyes...

His mind was a blur of pretty smiles and his ears kept replaying velvety voices

Maybe he'll say hello to you tomorrow, and maybe he'll ask about your day

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A/N – I really hope whoever sees this enjoys! I don't expect it to reach a big audience because I literally have zero followers haha

Like I said before this is my first time uploading here so it's not much, I also just wanted an excuse to write about soft getou :)

He and y/n didn't interact a lot either but I wanted him to be the focus for this one. Plus I plan to write a part2 next week so stay tuned for that if you're interested!

Im always open to feedback and criticism, and if you see this please comment! I wanna know what you thought :)

Have a great week <3

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[woozisnoots]

modest jeon wonwoo

° pairing: wonwoo x reader ° genre: university!au, host club!au, fluff ° word count: ~1.7k ° warnings: none! ° a/n: this had no business being this long and idek if i like it lol but I want to specifically dedicate this piece to @wonwoosimp​​ bc she’s literally the sweetest, best bean in the world [insert uwu meme here] thank you for gifting me my very first photocard, I literally cried opening it! I love you so much, I hope you enjoy!

welcome to the svt host club!

masterlist!

you entered university with a certain goal, a purpose. eventually, you were going to be the pediatric surgeon that the 13 year old you ushered you to be.

…let's just hope the knowledge of your brain was enough to get you through the first four years of pre-med. with your 3.7 high school GPA, you were lucky to get into your first choice college, let alone your current major

from the start of the semester, you dedicated yourself to studying the anatomy and physiology of the body until you knew every nook and cranny there was to know. and the library was the perfect sanctuary to get your shit together

as much as you loved your roommates, their constant fights over closet space and boy toys gave you no peace of mind what-so-ever

bless the library for being opened 24/7. If your roommates found you sleeping on their only working desk, you would find yourself waking up to the sound of tripping freshmen trying to get to their first 8am class right in the middle of the hallway

but the lone table in the corner of the library just on the third floor did you good at staying focused. even provided some good naps in between every now and then

the day before your first anatomy test, you LOCKED yourself in the library. no one was going in OR OUT of the premise just to sit across from you on YOUR table until you fully memorized the different layers of epithelial tissue >:(

gosh, you even scattered all your notes across the table just so people got the memo that this seat was: [OFF LIMITS]

yes, off limits to everyone except a certain jeon wonwoo.

the way you met was abrupt to say the least

besides your table, you had a pretty good view of the entire campus — from the main health science building all the way to the student parking lot

and just below you, an astonishing sight of a mob of screaming girls chasing after a mouse guy in glasses. not to be inconsiderate and heartless, but unless you heard someone scream bloody murder, diving back into your flashcard you go

tissue after tissue, you start to get delusional because at this point, everything is starting to look the same

slumping down into your chair, you take a second to mentally recharge, drinking the water you’ve neglected for the past three hours

you time yourself for a five minute break, going through the notifications on your phone

before you could read your roommate’s ongoing ramble on the latest update of the “crazy good looking, god-like, elite host club that the university has to offer”

a ‘club’ that you didn’t even know anything about nor cared for

you hear a loud ‘thud’ coming from the bookcase in front of you

from the side the tall, lean guy with glasses that you saw earlier emerged with his hands gripping his tricep

you try not to draw too much attention to him. half the reason being you didn’t want to embarrass him by laughing at the fact he ran into a 10 feet tall bookcase

and you did not need this man distracting you. it’s your eight week streak being this productive, a new record for anything you’ve done in your entire life and your pride wouldn’t let you have it if you lost it just because you saw an attractive man on sight

you scribble down a decent guess to the tissue identification question that you’ve been stuck on for the past few minutes, not bothering to look up

“that’s actually dense connective tissue, not smooth”

jolting up from your seat, you look up realizing the guy 5 feet away is now right in front of your face looking down at all your papers

“you can tell because they’re striated”

you stare at him in disbelief wondering how he could have gotten so fast with just looking at it for a few seconds. eyeing him up and down, he definitely looked around the same age as you but he wasn’t someone you’ve seen around the science buildings. and you would know since you took the liberty of familiarizing almost everyone within the department

“do you mind if i sit here?” his hands already on the edge of the chair ready to pull it out from underneath him

“...yeah sure”

“oh i’m wonwoo by the way,” he says as you both exchange awkward stares and knowledgeable nods

okay well since he’s proven that he might be of help to you, you might as let him stay. from what you’ve gathered, he didn’t have any stuff on him aside from his phone that you watch him get out of his front pocket, getting ready to play pacman

forget how attractive he is, this guy has some brains.

for the rest of the day, as you guys sat across from each other, wonwoo would occasionally bounce back and forth between giving you study tips and playing whatever game he decides to play at that moment in time

he was surprisingly really good at this? he knew more things about the subject than your professors did, and that’s saying a lot. like you’ve been looking at cells for WEEKS and you were lucky to get at least half of them. which begs the question:

“how do you magically know all this?”

the blank expression on his face tells you he wasn’t expecting that question but he quickly shrugs it off. “i just know a few things from my parents that’s all”

you would have questioned him further but the time on your phone read “22:57” and you already broke your number rule about sleeping early before a big test

as you pack up all your stuff, wonwoo pushes his chair in, bidding you farewell

“good luck on your test tomorrow!”

you appreciate the gesture, mentally thanking him for his help and proceed to go back to your dorms, preparing yourself to tell your roommate all about the exciting? day you had

“YOU MORON. JEON WONWOO?”

laying flat on your back on your bed, you cover the bottom half of your face, quivering under your sheets as you stare at your roommate’s outrageous outburst

you explain what happened and who you met today at the library. when your roommate asked to describe him in more detail, all you said was that he was pretty smart for someone who wasn’t particularly in your major

your roommate lets out a loud scream into their pillow, gripping the bed sheets before giving you the earful of the century

“he’s just being modest. he’s a korean lit major but he’s one of the uni’s top students since both his parents are the head of the science department.

…AND he’s one of the most requested host club members. so you caught yourself one big fish today bud.”

top student? science department? HOST CLUB? none of that was processing in your brain. the one club that you wanted nothing to do with and you just happened to meet their top money maker

grand.

the thought didn’t keep you up at night only because you thought that today’s encounter was just coincidence and you probably would never have to see him again.

(sad though, your roommate was right. he is rather good looking.)

the time that it took for you to take your test the next day flew by so fast that you questioned if it even happened. the first step you took out the classroom, you start to second guess all your answers, regretting that you didn’t check a third or even fourth time before submitting

your train of thought halts when you see jeon wonwoo standing in the empty hallway

“i’m sure you aced it”

and just like in a netflix original romance movie, he reveals a bouquet of pink begonias from behind his back while shyly adjusting his glasses

“these are for you. to congratulate you”

weird way to phrase it but you were still gonna take the flowers. “host club tendencies?”

“so you found out?”

from a distance, you can hear the rushing footsteps from downstairs followed by a sense of purpose. “i think i was bound to” :/

you didn’t know how you felt about the current situation. you had no idea what host club was until you got here and you still don’t know what they even do. for all you knew, this could just be a gesture to get them more clients

but if his actions were genuine… you wouldn’t mind seeing him again

“i have to start learning muscles for our next exam. heard it was one of the hardest ones. i’m not sure if you have more studying tricks up your sleeve?”

“i might.” a cocking little grin now appearing on his face

“good. same place at the library tomorrow then. and this time? try not to bring your dedicated fans wherever you go”

so these study sessions continued. you guys occasionally had to change spots - from cafe to an empty bio lab - if the mob ever saw a single hair follicle that might be his

but each time, wonwoo brought something more just himself. one day it would be coffee, others days it would be food. things to keep you motivated.

for a korean lit major, he was taking a lot of time out of his day to help you, being attentive to all the strategies that help you study and such

possibly making your assumption from months back, true.

by the time finals rolled around, aside from the spursts of review here and there, study sessions became more casual. you didn’t feel the need to overwork our brain since you already knew all the information (something you actually learned from wonwoo himself)

possibly the last meeting you’d have with him was similar to your first: just you two together but him playing on his phone. and yet before the night ended

“i have a proposal.”

“i’m not giving you money for your dumb club.” bold of him to assume you would-

“no but i really appreciate the thought :)

why don’t we turn these study sessions into… study dates instead?”

:0

your assumption after 6 months later: finally confirmed

“but that’s only IF you ace your finals.”

well let’s just say at the very end, you had a successful first semester and are now one step closer towards being the surgeon of your dreams.

plus, you even landed yourself a pretty cool boyfriend in the process

let’s hope his parents put in a good word for you when you apply to med school!

[solastia]

Dear Authornim | 1

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader

Word Count: 1,000

Summary: You’re a writer of BTS fanfiction. rockstarjin is your favorite reader that you’ve actually come to be friends with…and maybe had a bit of a crush on if you were honest. You’re up for quite the surprise.

Notes:  Hopefully you guys enjoy this lil fic. I will admit it was a bit cringy for me to write, because it feels so...I dunno. Kbooish I guess. But it was still super cute and I liked the idea of Jin freaking out over the crazy stuff we write about him, so here we are. 

BTW, if you have the same username as either of them, I apologize. There are only so many ways you can pun his name lol. It was an unintentional copy if it is. Commissioned by @kimseokmomjins

The dorm was silent enough when he got home that Seokjin thought he might actually be alone for once until he heard soft giggles coming from the living room. Sounds like that coming from his members usually meant trouble, so he silently walked towards the sounds, peeking over the wall towards the couch. 

Jimin and Taehyung were both reading from a tablet in Taehyung’s hands, whispering and occasionally giggling over whatever they were looking at. Curious, Jin walked behind the couch and peered over Jimin’s shoulder. 

Jin slowly scanned the words, his eyes growing larger the more he read. 

Seokjin growled and grabbed her ankle, pulling her towards him. “Now, you’re going to be a good girl and do whatever I ask, aren’t you?” Y/N shivered and arched her back, trying to get closer to him. “Yes sir,” she purred, licking her lips in anticipation. Seokjin’s grin was feral as he caged her in...

“What in the hell are you reading?” he bellowed, his face practically crimson he was so embarrassed. 

Both of the boys jumped and whirled around, smiling guiltily. 

“Hyung, you’re back early! We were just...um...reading?” 

“I gathered that much. It looked like filth about me. Why would you even read that?” 

Jimin shrugged. “Taehyung and I always read the fanfics. Mostly the ones about each other, but this is one is really popular right now.” 

“It’s not weird for you to read about us fucking each other? Are you serious?” 

“Not really. I mean, it’s not really us, it’s just a story. Well, maybe except for Jungkook and his Namgi sandwich. I’m almost certain that’s real, I just need to catch them,” Taehyung smirked and waved the tablet around. 

“Besides, this one isn’t about you fucking one of us. It’s you with a “reader.” Although, really reader inserts are just original characters whose names you can change. It’s really good, hyung. Basically, you’re a director and she’s a new actress. You keep having to scold her because she can’t get the sex scene right, and then you find out it’s because she’s never had sex before. So you have to teach her,” Jimin’s grin was teasing as Jin sputtered in his embarrassment. 

Both of the brats were giggling as Jin fought to regain his composure. The mere thought that these kids were reading about his...parts...going anywhere near other people was mortifying. 

“This author is really good though, hyung, and doesn’t just write smut. Her most popular one is about you being in the army and saving the reader’s village. It’s a forbidden love story, really good. I cried,” Taehyung sighed and wiped a fake tear. “She also only writes about you. None of the rest of us. You should read something. She really does you justice.” 

“Thank you, I’ll pass. And if you guys could at least cease reading about me, I would appreciate it.” 

The two shared a look that Jin knew from years of experience meant neither of them had any plans to stop. He sighed wearily and started heading towards his room. 

“Hyung!” Taehyung bellowed down the hall. “Her name is revolujin if you want to check her out!” 

Jin scoffed as he entered his room and made a show of closing it softly, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of slamming the door like he wanted. 

As if he would ever stoop so low as to read fanfiction. 

***

He lasted a whole half hour before his curiosity won and he looked up the author. His eyebrows rose as he looked over their profile. There were over a hundred stories and, sure enough, all of them were featuring him as the main character. There were perhaps a handful of him being paired with the other members. He skipped past those, instead glancing through the summaries of the ones featuring him and some random original character or whatever Y/N was.

The one he finally settled on was something she’d labled a “Noir Au.” Apparently, he a detective and the reader was a damsel in distress looking for help to find her missing father. A classic plot, he muses as he settles further into his bed to read a little bit. 

A little bit turned into four hours, as he had been so engrossed in the story that he hadn’t even realized it was midnight and he’d missed dinner. He groaned and stretched, placing his tablet onto his nightstand before getting up. He shuffled towards the kitchen, hoping that everyone was asleep because he was sure what he had just been doing was written all over his face. 

He fixed himself a simple meal of a couple of sandwiches and some leftover soup, sitting at the dining room table that was blessedly free of any other members. He guessed most of them were in bed by now, except for maybe Yoongi and Namjoon who had been staying in their studios longer and longer the closer they got to comeback season. 

As he ate, he thought about the story he’d just read, which admittedly was amazing. It was a cliche plot but written beautifully. She could be a professional if she wasn’t already. The character of...well...him, had been scarily accurate at times. Almost like she knew him. Or was just a very observant fan, he supposes. The sex parts were still a little hard to read; just thinking about some person out there imagining and writing down the way he would do it was freaking weird sometimes. And while he didn’t mind a little kink here and there, he was more inclined to be tied up himself than throw someone else around like she wrote. 

He shook his head and cleaned his dishes when he was done eating, sleepily heading back to his room. He snuggled in and vowed to never bother reading another fanfiction story of himself again. It was fun, but not really his thing.

[submissivekpop]

incoming call; byun baekhyun

Requested: yes

Words: 2400+

Warnings: smut, pegging, oral, choking, anal fingering, praise kink, phone sex (if we can call it like that) sub!baekhyun, dom!reader

A/N: none

«I've been good, haven't I?»

Looking up at Baekhyun, currently standing in front of you, his eyes full of expectations, you nod. Yes, he's been good. He's behaved perfectly for the past week, just as you asked him to, no matter the teasing you put him through, and that can mean only one thing. He's asking for his reward. Subtly, maybe, but he's still asking for it, and who are you to deny your pretty boyfriend what he's been craving the whole time?

You reach out your hand, grabbing his wrist, and pulling him onto the bed, where you've been laying for the past hour, waiting for him to join you after doing the dishes – his decision, maybe to convince you to give him what he wants. He follows your lead obediently, kneeling right next to you. You move a strand of hair from his face, exposing his forehead, before gently petting his head.

«You've been very good, Baekhyun» you murmur. «I think you deserve a reward.»

At your words, his eyes light up, already excited for what it's about to come.

«Would you like to choose it?» you ask, and he eagerly nods.

«Can I have the strap?»

There's no shame nor embarrassment in his words, only excitement and a pinch of arousal.

«Of course you can, darling» you say, standing up to get the toy he's asked for.

A beautiful, wide smile spreads on his face as soon as you speak, and you wonder how is it possible for someone to be that pretty. Opening the drawer in which you keep your toys, you start rummaging through them, taking out the lube – knowing that you'll definitely need it – and, finally, the strap-on he loves so much. You can feel his gaze on your back, watching every move you make, and, at the same time, you can hear him shifting on the bed. When you turn around, he's already undressing, throwing his clothes around, not really caring about where they end up. Once he's left in his underwear, he stops, knowing he needs your permission to take them off. He sits back on the bed, his hands on his thighs, his already hardening member clearly visible through the fabric of his boxers.

«Undress me» you order, stepping closer to him, and he immediately obeys. Your clothes fly through the room, just like his own did a couple of minutes before, leaving you naked, barely covered by the undergarments you're wearing – his favourites, as if you knew this would happen. And, maybe, a part of you did. He looks up at you, wanting to know if he's allowed to take them off as well, but you shake your head. Not yet.

Obediently, he takes his hands away from your body, giving you enough space – and, especially, freedom – to move around, climbing back on the bed and sitting right behind him. Your arms immediately hug him, pulling him as close to you as possible, your hands roaming around his chest, lightly flicking his nipples before pinching them, eliciting a moan from him. At the same time, you start kissing his neck, sucking a few hickeys here and there – not caring about who might see them, and you know he doesn't care either; actually, he likes it. You nibble at his skin, occasionally biting him softly, not wanting to hurt him, before moving to his ear – sucking his lobe, kissing it until he's panting. Then, you go back to his jaw, tracing the outline with your tongue, as one of your hands creeps closer and closer to his neck, before lightly squeezing it. Eyes wide shut, lips slightly parted, he's gasping, feeling his head getting lighter with every passing moment. You relieve the pressure, not wanting to make him pass out, giving him the necessary time to recover, before squeezing again, earning a soft whimper from him.

«You're such a good boy, Baekhyun» you praise him, your voice soft as if you feared someone other than him could hear you – despite your apartment being empty, apart from the two of you. At your praise, he whimpers again, his head now reclined on your shoulder, allowing you to have a better access to his neck. The hickeys you left are starting to change colour, you notice, and you can't help but feel proud of yourself – you know he's gonna love them, and he'll be eager to show them off to the entire world, if only he could.

Grabbing his chin, you move his head so that he's now looking at you, before locking your lips with his own. You always find it amusing, how much he reacts from a single kiss, moaning onto your lips before you can even think about sliding your tongue inside his mouth. His lips, already parted, are begging for you to deepen the kiss, but he doesn't dare to take the initiative. Instead, he waits for you, trying not to rush you, because he knows that taking your time it's only going to make him feel even better. When you finally do let your tongue inside his mouth, he doesn't hold back. Moaning loudly, he's eager to taste how much of you as possible, trying to find the right way to move his tongue so that it's always in close contact with yours. When you pull away from him, he whines, fearing that he won't get to kiss you anytime soon – a silly and wrong fear, but he doesn't know that.

«Stick your tongue out» you say, and he does as told, wondering what you plan on doing. You catch him off guard when, looking directly into his eyes, you start sucking on it. He's surprised, but he doesn't seem bothered by it – quite the contrary, actually, it looks like he's into it. With a quick peck on his lips, you get off the bed, before lightly pushing his chest, so that he's now laying on the mattress.

Straddling his lap, you sit right above his crotch, grinding onto him to make him feel the effect he has on you – and, even through his boxers, he can perfectly feel your wetness.

«All because of you» you whisper, causing him to blush. No matter how confident and cocky he might look to others, only you get to enjoy the shyest part of him.

You rock your hips back and forth for a while, enjoying the sensation it gives you, feeling his hard member against you, still restricted by his underwear, before deciding that it's time to take them off.  You swiftly get off of him, motioning him to raise his hips, so that it's easier for you to pull them down. As soon as you do, his member springs free against his abdomen, painfully hard despite the little teasing you put him through.

«So pretty» you murmur, crouching between his legs, before planting a string of kisses on his thighs, getting closer and closer to where he'd love to have your mouth, but never touching it. You suck a couple of hickeys on his thighs as well, knowing full well that only the two of you will ever know about their existence, a dirty little secret you'll be more than happy to keep.

«Is there anything you want, darling?» you ask, looking up at him. Propped on his elbows, he's been staring at you the whole time, waiting for your next move with a mixture of excitement and fear, not knowing what kind of sweet torture you have in store for him.

«Please» he says, not really answering your question, but knowing how much you like to hear him beg. This time, you'll let it slide.

«Use your words, darling, or else I won't be able to help you» you coo, and he nods.

«I-I want y-your mouth, please.»

«My mouth?» you repeat. «Where do you want it?»

«Everywhere» he whines. «On my cock, on my thighs, on my chest. Everywhere, please.»

He looks – and sounds – desperate, and you love it. A part of you would love to keep the teasing going, but the other one is eager to give into his request. He's been so good, after all, he deserves it.

As soon as you take him into your mouth, he lets out a deep, guttural moan, so different from the ones you're used to, but hot nonetheless. Bobbing your head up and down his length, you try to take how much of him as you possibly can, fighting your gag reflex, wanting to please him as much as possible. His hand finds its way to your head, not to pull your hair or to push you further down onto him, but just resting there, as if all he wanted right now is to feel you, no matter how.

«I-I'm close, please» he warns you, and you know he's not asking for you to make him cum. No, he's asking for the strap-on, the one that you took out before and then left on the night-stand with the lube – you hate to admit it, but you were so caught up in your doing that you almost forgot it.

Pulling away from him, you stretch your arm out to reach for the toy, making sure to give him a great view of what you're doing.

«How do you want it, darling?» you ask, despite already knowing what his answer will be.

«However you want» he says, confirming in fact what you thought.

Squirting a generous amount of lube on your fingers, you warm it up, before gently pushing your index finger inside him. As soon as you do, he whines, his member twitching in excitement. You set a slow pace, in the beginning, slowly curling your finger to find his sweet spot, occasionally taking the whole finger out before putting it in again. When he asks for more, you gladly insert another finger, and then another one, making sure to stretch him enough to get your cock. He's a whining mess under you, constantly moving his hips in order to get more stimulation, but the pace you set is agonizingly slow, and he's begging for you to use him, to fill him up. Just as you're about to do it, the tip of the dildo already in, his phone rings, requiring attention from the both of you.

«Take it» you say, and he whines, knowing that doing so would only steal time that could be better spent with you fucking him.

«It's Heechul» he says, as he reads the name on the display.

Oh, Heechul. His sunbaenim, his hyung, his friend. Super Junior's Heechul, That Heechul.

A wicked idea crosses your mind as you wait for him to answer the phone.

«Put it on speaker» you say and, despite the evident concern on his face, he does as told. He knows better than to disobey, after all, especially considering the position he's in.

«H-Hello?»

As he speaks, you slowly push the dildo inside him, watching as he bites his lips to muffle his moans.

«Oh, about time» the voice on the other end says. «Are you too busy to answer my calls now?»

Yes, yes, so damn busy, that's what Baekhyun wants to say, but he instead shakes his head, his eyes fixated on yours as you quicken your pace, thrusting in and out of him.

«I-I couldn't f-find my phone» he lies, stuttering, and you wonder how much it'll take for Heechul to understand what is going on.

«Do you really expect me to believe that, huh?» he says, teasingly. «Anyway, there's something we need to talk about.»

After a particularly hard thrust, Baekhyun lets out a loud moan, his hands immediately covering his mouth as you giggle, his face red out of embarrassment.

«What was that?» Heechul asks, and you know it won't be long before he finds out. «Actually, no, I don't want to know.»

«I-I'm sorry, I-I... uhm, I'm n-not feeling well» he lies again, hoping that a sudden illness could be enough to cover the fact that his girlfriend is mercilessly pounding into him.

«Anyway, what I wanted to tell you is that-»

Another loud moan cuts him off, and Baekhyun knows that, after today, he won't be able to look at his friend in the eyes without feeling as embarrassed as he's feeling now. Your hand is now wrapped around his member, quickly jerking him off, trying to give him as much pleasure as possible.

«Y-Y/N, fuck.»

«Wait, is Y/N there?» Heechul asks, and you grin. «Please, please, tell me you're not fucking.»

There it is, you think, he found out. Giggling, you thrust into your boyfriend again, harder and deeper than before, a thrust that leaves his mouth agape, his eyes almost rolling back. You hit his prostate, you're certain of that.

«Baekhyun?» Heechul calls. «Should I call you later?»

As you shake your head, Baekhyun answers that no, there's no need to call later, that the reason he called your name was that you almost fell, and that you're definitely not fucking. Judging by Heechul's tone when he answers back, you can tell he doesn't believe it, but pretends to nonetheless.

«I-I'm gonna cum» Baekhyun whispers, as his friend talks about some work-related stuff, something nor you nor Baekhyun are slightly interested in – at least right now.

«You're gonna cum?» you repeat, your voice louder than he expected, judging by his reaction. «You're gonna cum for me?»

You can hear Heechul clearing his throat on the other end of the line, clearly aware of what's going on between of you. Despite that, you notice, he still hasn't hung up. Maybe, you think, maybe it's a kink of his.

In the meantime, Baekhyun is desperately nodding, waiting for your permission to cum, is moans no longer muffled – right now, he doesn't care that his friend is listening, he just wants to get off.

«Please, please» he begs. «I've been good, please.»

«Alright, cum for me» you coo, and, soon after you've said those words, he does, cumming all over his chest. You slow down your thrusts, allowing him to come down from his high and catch his breath, gently caressing his thighs and praising him for how good he's been. When you pull out of him, he whines, as if he's still not satisfied with what he's just got.

«Guys» Heechul's voice draws your attention back to the phone, laying on the bed next to you. Realizing that he heard everything that happened, both you and Baekhyun slightly blush. «Next time, just ask me to join you.»

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[gay4ignis]

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I went and wrote another Ignis x reader oneshot. It’s loosely based on this headcanon post. Basic premise is a main character with self-esteem issues who believes that no one would ever like them in a romantic way. Hope you all enjoy!

You were in the passenger seat, idly playing on your phone, when Prompto spoke up from the back. "So, big guy, you notice that guy checking you out back in Lestallum?"

Gladio laughed heartily. "You noticed too? He was cute, but didn't really look like my type." You wondered what exactly his type was, but didn't bother to ask.

"Wish someone would check me out," said Noctis.

"Oh, shut up," you laughed, turning in your seat and getting on your knees to see him. "Your pretty face draws an awful lot of attention already."

"They're right," added Prompto. "You're too busy being lost in your own thoughts to notice." In lieu of replying, Noctis turned to stare out at the passing fields. No doubt he had a certain someone on his mind.

"Now, I, on the other hand, have never drawn an affectionate glance from someone in my entire life," you spoke, chuckling a bit.

"There's no way that's true," said Gladio, frowning.

"But it is! I never catch anyone checking me out, and I certainty have never been asked out."

"But who could resist that face?" spoke Prompto. He whipped out his camera, aimed it at you, and snapped a photo. The gesture made you giggle.

"Listen, people don't fall for me," you stated matter-of-factly. "They just don't. And that's fine; I'm content to pine away my life." You laughed to keep the mood light, then stole a glance at Ignis. Thankfully, his eyes remained on the road. He would remain the object of your occasional daydreams, then the feelings would fade out with time. That was fine.

Prompto crossed his arms and smirked. "What if I told you I knew someone who was interested in you?"

"Aww, Prompto, I had no idea you felt that way!" you joked, throwing him a wink.

"You know it!" he said, chuckling. Following a few seconds of silence, he continued, "I'm being serious though. Someone's got their eye on you."

You laughed. "Well, tell them to hurry up! I don't have forever to wait!" With that, you spun back around and slid into your seat. You weren't really sure what to think of his assertion. You let his words tumble through your head as the car sped along the open road. He wouldn't lie to you, you were pretty sure. Maybe he was mistaken? Even if it was true, who could it be? The number of mutual acquaintances the two of you shared was small.  You were willing to give almost any of them a shot. You sighed, running a hand through your hair. 

These ponderings followed you the rest of the day. You thought about just asking Prompto for a name, but you were fairly certain he wouldn't tell you. As day gave way to evening, you started to reason out who it might be. Noctis was a solid no, and you felt confident that it wasn't Prompto either. Gladio was a possibility, you supposed. Then there was Ignis. Your breath hitched just imagining the possibility, but you dared not hope. The next name that popped in your head was Cindy's, and you nearly laughed aloud thinking of stealing her before Prompto could even try.

Before you knew it, it was time to make camp for the night. Once the car was parked, everyone jumped out and began grabbing supplies from the trunk. You had barely put feet to dirt when Gladio volunteered you to help set up the tent. The two of you were able to make quick work of the job, but your thoughts were wandering down a different path. What if there wasn't someone interested in you? Despite Prompto's reassurance, it just didn't feel true.

You cast your gaze toward the campfire, where everyone else had gathered. They were talking amongst themselves, all smiles and cheer. It suddenly felt like too much to bear; it would be best to be alone tonight. The tent flap hadn't been zipped up, so you began to climb in.

"Well lads," you called out, "if you need anything, I'll be in the tent." You didn't bother to wait for a reaction before disappearing from sight. Once the entrance was safely sealed, you sunk down and sighed. Their company was much appreciated, but sometimes you felt so lonely. When it was too much to deal with in front of them, you hid away. A few tears came as you sat, but you quickly wiped them away. You wanted for a distraction, so you pulled out your phone and began to read the book you had been chipping away at.

You don't know how long you sat reading, but at some point you became aware of the sound of the tent being unzipped.  Ignis appeared before you, carrying a steaming bowl of stew. He handed it to you before taking a seat next to you. "I couldn't very well let you skip dinner," he said.

You smiled as you raised the spoon to your lips. A gentle warmth enveloped you as you ate. "Ignis, your food is always so wonderful. Thank you for bringing me this," you spoke.

"Think nothing of it," he replied.

You ate quickly as he sat beside you; you didn't realize how hungry you were. Once finished, you sat the dishes to your other side and gathered your knees to your chest. You were trying to think of a conversation topic when he broke the silence. "May I ask you something?" he inquired.

"Of course," you replied.

"Did you speak true earlier when you said you felt that no one was interested in you?"

Oh no. You bit your lip, trying to fight back the tears, but they came anyway. Your buried your head between your knees and squeezed your eyes shut as you cried. Despite your embarrassment, it was hard to stop. How many times had you frowned at yourself in the mirror, wishing you could change so many things about your appearance? How many times had you let yourself fall for someone, only to be shot down at best, mocked at worst? You tried really hard not to let things get to you, but sometimes they did, and it just hurt.

Thankfully the moment passed quickly enough. You dried your eyes, stretched your legs out, and sighed. "Sorry about that. I usually laugh to keep from crying," you chuckled, cracking a smile. Ignis' expression was hard to read, but the prevailing emotion seemed to be concern. His arm tightened around you, and you blushed. You weren't previously aware that he had draped his arm across your shoulders, but it made you feel so safe, so you weren't about to object. 

You figured you owed him an explanation, so you gazed out in front of you and began, "I have thought of myself as undesirable for as long as I've known what it meant to desire someone. I'm not particularly attractive, and my personality seems to be off-putting to some, so..." You trailed off, not really sure of what else to say.

Ignis finally spoke up. "Would that you could see yourself how I see you."

"Oh?"

"Yes, you're charming and intelligent, and you always know how to make someone laugh. And," he added, locking his gaze with yours, "you are very beautiful."

"Ignis," you teased, "are you trying to tell me something?"

"I am, actually," he said, wearing a serious expression.

You couldn't believe what he was implying. There was no way, right? As much as you wanted it to be...but maybe it was true? Was he the one Prompto had been referring to? The words came tumbling out of your mouth before you could organize your thoughts. "No, come on, now you're just teasing me."

"I swear to you I am not." The way he was gazing at you sent a warmth spreading through your chest. "Surely you've noticed?"

There were things you'd noticed, actually. He was always so quick to offer whatever you needed, often before you could voice it--his jacket around your shoulders when you were cold, your favorite meals when you were feeling down, a shoulder to lean on during late nights when Noctis drove. He had even brought you a meal tonight, after all. "I...just figured you were like that to everyone," you admitted.

He chuckled, "I assure you, I am not." He paused a moment before continuing, "I apologize for bringing this up so suddenly, but I felt it needed to be said." "Ignis, I..." Words were failing you. Here was Ignis, someone you felt such a strong attraction to, confessing he felt the same. He looked so handsome in the low light inside the tent. All you could do is gaze into his eyes, hoping he would sense how you felt.

His face came a little closer to yours. "May I?" he asked.

You nodded.

He closed the distance between you as your eyes fluttered shut. You felt his lips meet yours and you sighed.  His lips were so soft, and he was so warm. It was as though the blood in your veins had been replaced with coursing electricity. A newfound joy bubbled inside your chest.

He pulled away to look at you. "Are you alright?" he asked, lifting a finger to your cheek to catch a tear. You hadn't realized you were crying.

"I'm just...so happy," you managed. You wrapped your arms around his torso, his arm still across your shoulders. "This is the first time anything like this has ever happened to me."

The two of you held each other for a minute before Ignis spoke again. "I should like to call you mine, if you would have me."

"Ignis, nothing would make me happier."

Your embrace loosened, and the two of you smiled at each other. You could hardly believe everything that happened. But the feeling of joy that was still swelling inside you...this was a feeling you looked forward to keeping around.