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[blakeswritingimagines]

2:57 Am

His hand pumped furiously in the same up down motion for the past several hours, happy his stamina allowed it with no real breaks in between as the bright screen in front of him illuminated his face.

His jaw tense enough to cause damage if he wasn't careful. All he could focus on was the moans and soft panting coming from your bruised lips as you thrusted yourself back onto a cock smaller than his own which caused a chuckle. His darkened eyes watched your form as your back arched as if that measly excuse could even cause you half the pleasure he'd give you if you were bouncing on his cock instead. Using his free hand to tap away as he heard the familiar noise of you getting a donation again.

Grinning to himself as he heard a soft thank you fall from your lips. He tightned his grip on his cock as he pumped in sync with you as he tossed his head back as if imagining you on your knees before him, thanking him for using you, breaking you in on a real cock that could satisfy you, painting your face with his cum as you licked up every last drop. A deep groan rumbled from his chest at the thought of you becoming so obsessed with pleasure and him that you could only get off with his help. He thought of you sucking well past your fill when he was nothing but empty and shooting blanks on your tongue, you begging to the point of tears for anything, his fingers, his tongue, his thigh. Hell, he was sure you'd settle for his boot if you cried hard enough for him.

His hand stilled when he heard your loud cry as you came around the pathetic toy that was nestled deep inside of you (he could give you a stomach bulge, but who's counting) and with a final roar himself he painted his laptop that he only bought after coming across you by chance and knew he'd do anything to see your glowing skin under him as you screamed his name. Letting out a grunt as he slowly came to and heard your sweet voice once more but choked slightly at the thought of your words.

A giveaway? Which he already didn't know what the actual fuck that was and was gonna need to look out up later. He looked at the stained screen as he watched your innocent smile while explaining you'd become so big due to all the attention and would pick someone at random for a date as a thank you.

He chuckled as the video came to an end and leaned back in his seat while tilting his head back to stare up at the ceiling. He grunted again at the thought of anyone else getting your attention, your focus, your sweet words, and shy touches that would make anyone want to corrupt your little angelic self... He figured he'd just have to hunt down and track anyone who thought they'd have a chance with you, and if none of them seemed to get the gist of his not so subtle threats... well, he figured what you don't know can't hurt you.

[athforskz]

10:27pm

Hyunjin coming back to the dorms after a long day of practicing new choreography for the upcoming tour. He sighs as he enters his room, the other boys have yet to return. As he looks up he sees you in his art chair admiring his art mindlessly. Hyunjin perks up instantly upon seeing you. “Hi, my love,” he says excitedly as he clambers over to you, throwing his duffel bag on the floor next to his bed on his way.

“Hi..” you whisper back to him, unable to take your eyes off of his latest piece. It was of what you assumed to be your hands pinned by your wrists in an upward position by one of his own. “It’s still a work in progress. Do you like it so far?” He gently placed his arms around your shoulders from behind and laid a kiss to the sensitive spot under your ear. “Makes me want to recreate it.” Your voice was breathless, desperate even.

He nipped lightly at your neck before trailing a hand down your arm and squeezing. You turned in his hold to finally meet him face-to-face. “Oh yeah? I could use a bit more inspiration from my muse.” He teased as he came tantalizingly close to your lips, landing a chaste kiss. Once he pulled away you followed his lips, eyes still closed. He chuckled while he backed up and sat on the foot of his bed, leaning back on his elbows.

Hyunjin looked over your body slowly as if undressing you with his eyes. “Strip for me, baby.” He quipped with a quick nod of his head. You obliged him, making a show out of it. He watched in awe of you as he bit his bottom lip. Once you were finished you decided to sway your hips to a sultry song in your head. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, he pulled you closer and swiftly maneuvered you so your body was under his on the bed.

Your breathing became heavy as you felt the delicious weight of his heavy clothed cock pressing into your core. He leaned in closer to you, biting marks into your collarbone. “We gotta make this quick, babe. Only a few minutes until the others get back.” He stated in between markings, pulling moans from your throat. “Then take me. Make me your painting, please- want it so bad.” You panted heavily with lust glazed eyes. Your boyfriend growled before ridding himself of his clothes and ravishing your body. He held both of your wrists above your head with only his left hand exactly how he had drawn on the canvas. Hyunjin admired your face closely as you were reaching your high wishing he could also paint how you looked, but that was for his eyes only.

Just then, you both heard the door click…

[saeyoungchoismaid]

{6:47 pm}

“What are you doing?”

You open your eyes to find Alhaitham hovering over you. “Oh,” you start as you reach up to grab his hand, “hey, babe.” His brow raises as he lets you grab his hand, his eyes surveying your form.

“Are you…alright?” he asks hesitantly. You smile and slowly sit up, resting your head on his thigh.

“Right as rain, dear,” you reassure. There’s a beat of silence before you hear him huff a laugh through his nose and his hand connects with the top of your head.

“Right. So, why are you on the floor?” he replies, gently scratching at your scalp and making you hum as you relax into his touch.

“Well, I was cleaning your nasty house and I got tired.” Alhaitham scoffs and stops scratching your head, making you pout.

“It’s only this way because of Kaveh. Don’t blame me for his insolence and ineptitude,” he replies, face showing his disdain for his messier roommate.

“Right, right. My apologies, milord,” you reply sarcastically. He lets out a little ‘hmph’ but doesn’t comment any further.

“Come now, get off the floor. Lay down on a proper surface if you want to relax,” he reasons, moving to help you get up.

“Laying on the floor is good for your back though!” you argue but nonetheless let him help you up.

“Yes, yes. Tell you what, if you go to our bed, I’ll give you a massage for all your hard work,” he bargains. You gasp and grip his arms, lightly shaking him with your excitement.

“Really? You will?” you screech. He smiles and brushes hair out of your face before kissing your forehead.

“Indubitably. That being said though, you’ll owe me something for the massage,” he responds with a smirk, wrapping his arms around your waist.

Instead of giving a sexy reply like he’s anticipating, you give him a deadpan as you say, “I just cleaned your whole house. I don’t wanna hear it.” You then turn and start to march right for his bedroom.

“Yes, dear. Of course, dear,” he replies sarcastically with a sigh.

“That’s more like it!” you shout with a giggle, ignoring that he was clearly being sarcastic.

Don’t worry. He got a special treat after giving you a massage ;)

[atinycafe]

MEETING HYUNG LINE ATZ 4 THE FIRST TIME — headcanons

pairing: ateez hyung line (psh, khj, jyh, kys) x fem!reader genre: fluff wrd cnt: 4.2k warnings: different aus for each boy, violence + language + annoying man hitting on reader (hwa's part), groping and sexual harassment by creep (yuyu's part) + mention of needles and blood (yeo's part), petnames note: this weirdly took me so long that's why i didn't post my usual tiny drabbles these past days, like i think you can actually see me lose interest in writing this as you go on further and further in the post, but anyway if you like it, feel free to tell me so i can write 4 the maknae line, feel free to request anything, i'll write it 4 u bb, also completely out of context but yeosang's initials are crazy like sir?? masterlist

　　○˳　　　🎭　　　idol!hongjoong x model!reader (1.3k)

you ready yourself for what lies ahead, inhaling soft breaths to steady your nerves. you make a conscious effort not to bite on your acrylic nails, a habit that helps alleviate your stress. standing in a line filled with seasoned models, you find yourself at the forefront.

this marks your first time opening for a catwalk show, and it happens to be for balmain, one of your favorite brands. you can sense the gaze of more experienced mannequins piercing the back of your head, intensifying your desire to disappear completely.

excitement courses through you, but it is overshadowed by overwhelming anxiety. your stomach tightens beneath the long black bodycon dress. the excessively high heels dig uncomfortably into your feet, and the black fur coat feels hot and itchy against your skin. a golden necklace dips between your breasts, accentuating the deep v-cut of your dress.

gazing down at your legs, you can feel the tightness of the dress, accentuating their curves forcefully. the thought of appearing awkward while attempting to strut along the runway plagues your mind. you pout and try to recall the words of your therapist, assuring yourself that everything will be okay, despite your rising anxiety.

the staff begins the final checks on the models, informing you that the show will commence in 10 minutes. everyone nods, preparing themselves. some models ask their personal assistants to double-check their hair and makeup, while others place their healthy smoothies on the large tables at the sides.

you remain still, already prepared, though the weight of the coat on your body feels burdensome. breathing becomes a challenge, but you push through the discomfort. fake it till you make it—perhaps the placebo effect can work in your favor now; you desperately need it.

you all stand behind the grand curtains, the sound of music signaling the beginning of the show. having practiced a new, slightly more sensual catwalk routine for this occasion, you convince yourself that everything will be fine. however, the fuck ass coat… it weighs so heavily upon you.

recognizing your cue, you part the curtains on the first drop of the music. the lights dramatically illuminate your silhouette as you push your anxiety to the back of your mind, casting a seductive smirk toward the audience on either side of the runway.

you start strutting slowly, each step perfectly synchronized with the bass of the song. you know you look good, feeling your hips sway enticingly. yet, you can't help but notice the tightness in your chest and the sudden difficulty in breathing. fuck that damn coat.

quickly contemplating your options, you realize no one is behind you. if you take a dramatic pause, it won't disrupt the flow. and so, you do just that. in the middle of the runway, you come to a halt, gracefully turning on yourself as if putting on a show for the spectators. removing your coat, you reveal the backless dress beneath, flinging the fur onto someone seated in the front row. gasps of astonishment ripple through the crowd, and the camera flashes multiply, blinding you to the identity of the recipient of your 10-kilogram coat—only catching a glimpse of orange hair.

resuming your stride, you are well aware that this impulsive act will likely be splattered across social media for months. you suppress a laugh as you imagine the dramatic edits that will ensue. with the burden of the coat lifted, you finally feel free from the weight that had fueled your anxiety.

having completed the walk flawlessly, you now find yourself in your own small cubicle—a room of your own, courtesy of your friendship with olivier rousteing. seated in a chair, donning simple shorts and a t-shirt, you sip on your americano. your

face is adorned with a white face mask as you stare intently at something on your phone, hugging your knees.

the door creaks open, and you assume it's your assistant finally arriving to inform you that your uber has arrived. pushing against the dressing table, you swivel the rolling chair to face the door, only to be met with a stranger.

both of your mouths hang open in surprise, and you simply gaze at each other in disbelief. you, because you find yourself face-to-face with one of your favorite singers, hongjoong from ateez. and him, because he didn't expect you to look so adorable after witnessing the mature show you put on just thirty minutes ago.

"uhh, can i help you?" you ask, swiftly removing the mask and straightening yourself, coughing softly in awkwardness.

"uh, yeah, you… umm, dropped this earlier," he points to the weighty coat in his grasp, and your jaw drops once more.

you just threw that coat at kim fucking hongjoong. you wish you could disappear.

"oh shit, sorry, i…" you begin to stand up, almost causing the cup of americano in your lap to tumble. but you catch it in the nick of time, your reflexes acting swiftly, even as your embarrassment threatens to engulf you. "did it hurt?" you blurt out in a quick squeak.

did it hurt? did it hurt?? you must be out of your damn mind. what kind of question is that? your face flushes, and the redhead before you can only stare in shock before bursting into laughter.

"shit sorry, 'm not making fun of you, i promise precious," he manages to say in between wheezes, tears forming in his eyes. "no, it didn't. don't worry about me. i'm stronger than i look." you let out an awkward laugh, finding some amusement in the situation as well, and you wipe at your face, feeling exhausted. it's only 9 pm, but you've been at this place since dawn. hongjoong notices the tired smile on your face and straightens up.

"i didn't know who to give it to. i figured since you… uhh, wore it," he trails off, hoping you'd understand that he didn't want to waste your time.

"that's so nice of you, if i were you i would've kept it to be honest," you laugh, finally starting to feel at ease. and he smiles.

he smiles. your brain goes haywire at the sight, and you can't help but make a quick remark, "could i get your autograph?"

he looks at you as if you've just asked him the most improbable thing in the world, and you bite your lip, scolding yourself internally for getting too comfortable. "sorry, you don't have to—"

"no no no, it's alright. i just didn't think you… knew me," now it's your turn to look at him in the same way he did, and you're at a loss for words.

you try to formulate a response, attempting to convey that he's rather daft for being surprised that you recognize him. but before you can speak, your assistant finally enters the room, holding your considerably lighter coat. he eyes hongjoong up and down, and then turns to you, pointing at him discreetly.

"isn't that the guy you keep fangirling over?" your horror-stricken gaze meets your assistant's, while hongjoong hides his face behind the fur coat, muffling his laughter within the material.

your assistant fails to read the room and continues, "anyway, your uber's there. come

out whenever you're ready, but make it quick, guys." he gives both of you a knowing look, and you stare back in a mix of confusion and disbelief. he places your brown coat on the chair next to hongjoong and closes the door behind him as he exits.

"sorry about him, man. he's weird. don't mind him," you start, tossing the empty cup of americano into the trash along with the face mask you had worn. as you reach for your brown clothing, you pass by hongjoong, noticing how his eyes follow you, his smile never fading. his cologne wafts around him, but you resist the urge to inhale deeply. while putting on your coat, hongjoong finally smirks.

"i'll give you my autograph next time i see you, along with that coat. in exchange, give me your number."

○˳　　　🏍️　　　gangster!seonghwa x chaebol!reader (0.9k)

you're chilling in the vip section of one of seoul's most famous clubs. having a blast with your girlfriends, clinking glasses, and laughing uproariously. everyone around recognizes you as the daughter of a prominent politician, shamelessly having a good time with other influential figures' daughters, but they mind their own business.

you feel the judgmental gazes on you, but you try to ignore them, not wanting to let them ruin your night. your father wasn't the best person, openly feasting on the public's taxes. he was awful both in public and private. you're relieved he's a deadbeat dad, with his messed up personality, you don't have to deal with him.

you'd rather spend his ill-gotten money on clubbing and shopping, reclaiming a small piece of what he's taken from the nation. it might be foolish, but hey, you're just a young girl. what else can you do?

your thoughts are interrupted when one of your girls grabs your arm, slurring about wanting to dance. you both giggle as her words come out in slow motion. you stand up, letting her lead you onto the dance floor.

you move to the beat, her body pressed against your back, her hands caressing your bare waist as yours wave in the air. she leans in, her nose brushing against your hoop earring, and she shouts over the loud music about a guy who keeps checking you out. you turn to her, silently asking "where?" and she points behind you.

you pivot, following her gesture, and lock eyes with a man sitting in a vip section similar to yours. he's at the edge of a circular seat, accompanied by seven other guys. as his gaze meets yours, he smirks, the club's lasers reflecting off the grills in his mouth. you flash a smile, then turn away, acting unfazed. your friend catches on, throwing her head back in laughter as she teasingly grabs a handful of your ass. both of you erupt in fits of giggles, behaving like immature high school students.

the night carries on, and you grow tired of dancing. the other girls have joined you on the dance floor, so you leave them and head to the bar. you ask the bartender for a glass of water, hoping to refresh yourself a bit. suddenly, you feel a large hand on the small of your back. you smile, assuming it's the stranger from earlier, but when you turn around, your smile fades. it's some random guy, much older, and you recoil in disgust, smoothing over the spot he touched with your palm.

"ew, back off. not interested," you say dismissively, not even bothering to look at him. you shift your focus to the bartender, who gives you a sympathetic smile. he places the glass of water in front of you and goes off to clean other glasses.

the man, who still hasn't budged from behind you, snatches your drink and takes a sip. you look at him, utterly shocked, thinking, "what the fuck does he think he's doing?" he carelessly drops the cup right next to your hand on the table, causing the water to splash onto your fingers, making you flinch.

"water? nah, let me get you something good, babe. what do you want? i can get you anything," he yells at the bartender, who gives you a questioning look. you shake your head in refusal. when the guy sees that you both ignore him, he starts getting agitated.

"what the fuck is wrong with you?" he snaps at you. funny, you were thinking the same thing. "you think you're better than me or something? i know who you are, you bitch. just because your daddy's th—"

before he can finish his sentence, his head slams onto the table, and he crumples to the floor, leaving a streak of blood where his nose hit the wood. you turn to the person who just knocked him out.

"seonghwa, nice to meet you, pretty. sorry about him. he won't bother you anymore," he says calmly as he takes a seat next to you, motioning for someone to remove the unconscious body. you stare at him in astonishment before taking a sip of your water, letting the cool liquid calm you down.

he signals the bartender, who swiftly approaches, discussing a glass on the rocks. the older man nods unsteadily. taking advantage of the moment, you let your eyes wander over his face. he's attractive, but that's not what catches your attention. the dragon tattoo peeks out from his shirt, extending along the side of his neck. it's the symbol of the notorious gang and, surprisingly, the owners of the club you're in.

"you often handle paying patrons like that?" you inquire, taking another sip of your water and gazing straight ahead.

now it's his turn to feel your gaze on his profile, and you can hear his chuckle. "i only do that to the ones who scare the highest-paying patrons," he cleverly replies, alluding to your wealthy background. you roll your eyes and turn to face him, resting your elbows on the table and propping your cheek on your fists.

"'m not paying for my water, you are," you state, and he laughs, mimicking your posture by resting his cheek on his hand.

"am i now? and why would i do that, pretty?" he smirks. you can now see the details of his grills more clearly, small diamonds adorning the silver jewelry, and you smirk right back at him. a few strands of hair fall across your face as your body shakes with laughter.

"'cause you got a crush on me," you drawl out the last word, your smile widening, your cheeks starting to hurt. he moves one hand to your face, gently brushing the hair away with a feather-light touch, and chuckles softly.

"such a smart girl."

　　○˳　　　🚟　　　student!yunho x student!reader (0.8k)

you gaze down at the subway floor beneath your feet, gripping your eyes tightly. the train compartment is packed to the brim, the morning rush causing people to scramble and squeeze together. however, you're well aware that the hand grazing against your skirt is no accidental result of the cramped space.

clenching your fists, you lean your forehead against the windowpane of the door ahead, seeking solace in the cold surface. a scream wells up within you, the desire to make a scene overwhelming, but this is the first time such a thing has happened to you. frozen, you're unable to react.

your eyes sting with tears, and you attempt to hold them back, but they refuse to be contained. small droplets trickle down your cheeks, and you gently brush them away with the sleeves of your uniform.

suddenly, the subway screeches to a halt, reaching a new station before the doors slide open in front of you. you lower your gaze to the floor, your hair partially obscuring your face, and you notice only one pair of jordan 4 sneakers and a pair of pants resembling the ones worn by boys in your school. your curiosity leads you to glance up swiftly, and there stands one of the tallest boys you've ever seen. he's a stranger, someone you've never crossed paths with before, but you surmise he must be a new student at your school, given the familiar uniform.

he stares at your face, taking note of the tear tracks on your cheeks, then casts a quick glance behind you, piercing through the person who has been violating your boundaries for the past five minutes. in an instant, he connects the dots, understanding the situation, and his expression changes from shock to anger.

he steps into the train, forcefully grabbing the man behind you before hurling him out with a powerful throw. the man lands on his rear with a grunt, and before he can utter a word, the doors seal shut.

you have no time to react as more people flood in through the other subway doors, inadvertently pushing against your body. almost losing your balance, the boy behind you grabs your forearm, turning you around and gently pressing you against the door. his hands shield you from the surrounding crowd, his larger and stronger frame providing protection.

you can only gaze up at him, fear evident in your wide eyes, while he looks down at the others around him, his face reflecting displeasure as people jostle against him. eventually, he looks back at you, and his expression softens.

"sorry for touching you like that," he whispers, and you feel a tug at your heart, strangely soothed by his voice despite his recent shoving and pushing.

"like what?" you respond softly, perplexed because he has nothing to apologize for; in fact, he did the complete opposite by helping you fend off the harasser.

he simply gestures toward your forearm with his long finger, not even making contact, alluding to the moment he turned you to face him.

"oh," you glance down at your arm, "'s alright," you say awkwardly.

silence hangs between the two of you. you try not to dwell on how close he is to you, but this time, the proximity doesn't make you uncomfortable. while yunho gazes upward, deliberately avoiding meeting your eyes, he can't help but notice their beauty—the way they shine so brightly with tears—making him feel breathless, as though he could suffocate if he stares for too long, forgetting to breathe.

"by the way, thank you for, umm…" you finally manage to speak, still unable to meet his gaze as his eyes find their way back to you, "you know, yeah, thanks."

he's about to reply, insisting it was nothing, when the door behind you opens. a gasp escapes your lips as you begin to lose your balance, but his hand instinctively reaches out, pulling you closer and helping you regain stability.

he tries to create distance between you, but the stream of people surging in from behind prevents it. the next station is even more crowded than the previous, as it draws nearer to downtown. pressed tightly against his chest, your left cheek resting against his pec, you can hear his heartbeat quicken. the closeness causes his ears and neck to turn bright red.

once both of you step out of the subway, finally arriving at the station that leads to your school, you release a weary sigh simultaneously. at the sound, you look at each other and share a soft chuckle.

walking in the same direction, you have a feeling that getting this close to yunho won't be a one-time occurrence.

　　○˳　　　💉　　　doctor!yeosang x patient!reader (1.2k)

"so, how did that happen?" yeosang mumbles as he checks out the open gash on your hairline, his gloved hands carefully examining the wound. you wince in pain when he applies a bit too much pressure, and he gives you an apologetic look before returning to his seat, tossing the gloves into the tiny trash can beside him.

you're in one of the er rooms, sitting on the examination table, and you're grateful for the blood smeared on your face, hiding the blush you can't help but feel around the cute doctor. you nervously bite your lip, and he notices, reaching out with his thumb to release your poor lip from the clutches of your teeth. you don't overthink the gesture; after all, he's a doctor who doesn't want you to cause another injury to your face.

raising a perfectly arched eyebrow, he expects an answer to his previous question. you fiddle with your fingers, trying to come up with a response that won't embarrass you. eventually, you let your shoulders slump in defeat and clear your throat.

"my friend, uh, told me a joke, and it made my stomach hurt. i clutched my stomach," you explain, and he nods along, ensuring he follows the story. "but then, when i bent down too fast, i ended up smacking my head on the glass table and, umm, breaking it…"

he hides his face behind his palm, scribbling something in the paper placed in your folder. you can tell from the shaking of his shoulders that he's laughing. he mumbles something about how the joke must've been really funny.

you offer a shaky smile as he explains the next steps you'll need to take at home. he mentions that you won't require sutures since he doesn't want any obvious scarring, which is a relief because you're not exactly fond of needles. he continues talking about the medications and creams you'll need to apply to your face every night and day for the next month. you agree with a soft nod, feeling the throbbing headache intensify with each movement.

he hands you a prescription paper, and as you reach for it, you nearly stumble, experiencing the same dizziness that preceded fainting. but he catches you in his strong arms with lightning reflexes. you pull back, clutching your head instead, as the headache reaches unbearable levels.

yeosang notices your distress and swiftly guides you back onto the bed, using the gentlest movements. he takes hold of your chin between his fingers and looks into your fluttering eyes as you struggle to keep them open. worry lines crease his forehead as he reaches into his front pocket, retrieving not a pen, but a small flashlight. he shines it in your face, swiftly passing it in front of your eyes to check for dilation.

"you've lost quite a bit of blood," he says, his jaw tensing with concern as he lightly traces the back of his fingers along your cheekbones. "i can't believe i missed that…"

you wave your hand dismissively, whispering that it's okay since you only recently started feeling the effects of the blood loss.

"do you know your blood type? we need to transfuse, sweetheart," he whispers, clicking on his laptop, most likely searching for your blood type in your folder, which isn't available since this is your first visit to this hospital. you don't dwell on the endearment, too focused on recalling your blood type from memory.

"no, sorry, i don't remember," you meekly reply, feeling a tinge of embarrassment. after all, what adult doesn't know their own blood type?

"it's okay," he reassures, turning to you with a soft smile. "i'll take a sample, send it to one of the nurses, and they'll find out for us, okay?"

the question is rhetorical, and you realize it. you don't bother mentioning your fear of needles; it's not that you're scared of them, but you just don't want them penetrating your body.

with wide eyes and clammy hands, you agree with a small nod. yeosang immediately notices your tension. your knee bounces up and down rapidly, and your hands tremble slightly in your lap. he doesn't say anything as he retrieves a disinfected syringe from a small plastic container, along with two tubes.

he brings a chair in front of you and takes a seat, bringing himself down to your level. you gaze at him through your lashes, and yeosang feels his heart skip a beat. he takes a deep breath, then gently holds your hands, rubbing his thumbs softly against your skin. he can feel your rapid heartbeat under his touch and gives your hand a reassuring squeeze.

"hey," he simply says, and you look at him, waiting for more. when no further words come, you respond with a quiet "hey" of your own.

"good, the patient is responsive, not a lifeless body," he smiles crookedly, cracking a joke that brings a smile to your face.

"wow, the patient is even smiling. today must be my lucky day," your smile widens, and he releases your hands. you hadn't realized how grounding his touch had been until it disappeared.

he grabs your arm and places your hand on his lap, palm facing up. he starts tapping the crook of your elbow since you're wearing a t-shirt, trying to locate your veins. when they don't appear, he clucks his tongue and takes hold of your smaller fist in his own, manually making your hand clench while his other hand remains on your forearm, attempting to raise a vein.

you remain silent and still, focusing on his concentrated expression. his eyebrows furrow, and his eyes remain fixed except for the occasional blink. his strong nose defines his face, and you notice the spot where he bites his cheek from inside his mouth. there's a small birthmark next to his eye, shaped like a tiny heart, and you find it endearing.

"enjoying the view?" he smirks, and before you can respond to defend your honor, he grabs the syringe, effectively silencing you. he tears open the packaging, discarding the waste on the table, and approaches your arm.

you flinch when he places a hand on your forearm, and he looks up at you with a gentle smile. however, the sight of the needle next to his face does little to calm you.

"'m gonna need you to keep your eyes on me, can you do that?" he asks, and you nod once, not planning on fixating on the impending puncture. "i'll make it quick, i promise, princess. do you trust me?" once again, you nod, this time thrown off balance by the endearing nickname, which he notices through the quiver of your lips.

"if i asked for your number, would you give it to me?" he shocks you with the question, as he's one of the most beautiful humans you've ever encountered, and here you are, looking like a complete mess with half your face covered in blood and a massive hole in your forehead.

"y-yeah, i would, obviously," you stammer, and he swiftly inserts the needle, hitting the vein accurately—something for which you're internally grateful. instinctively, you glance downward, but he quickly clicks his tongue, drawing your attention back.

"what did we say, eyes on me," he shows off his perfect teeth as he finally removes the needle, carefully transferring its contents into the two small bottles which he pushes aside. "now about this phone number."

[klimtjardin]

[10:34pm + Haechan + Sugestivo/NCT Hogwarts]

Tropeçam nas próprias vestes quando se embrenham pela entrada do esconderijo. A sala mágica abre suas portas àqueles que a precisam, regra que você e Haechan bem conhecem, afinal, é somente mais uma das vezes que se encontram no mesmo cenário.

Beijam calorosamente. Ele, ainda vestido com seu uniforme verde-esmeralda, a adrenalina de ter ganho um jogo de quadribol para a casa, o mais importante de sua vida, ultrapassando o pico.

Por coincidência, ou não, passaram boa parte da primavera precisando da Sala Precisa ao mesmo tempo. E evitando a tensão que se instaurava, toda a vez que Haechan a utilizava para seus treinos secretos e te deixava zureta com o som da vassoura, quando tudo o que você precisava era treinar encantamentos para seus exames em paz.

Agora, após o último jogo do ano letivo, a taça das casas em mãos e uma formatura aproximando-se, decidem selar o que começaram por trocas de olhares furtivos e respostas ácidas: cai por cima de Haechan, ávida, procurando os lábios salientes, a pele ainda úmida do esforço no torneio.

São interrompidos, no entanto, por um coral de risadas. Um vaso de flores intrometidas e falantes:

— Esses estudantes, tsc, tsc... Aqui não é lugar pra isso, nos poupem!

Haechan e você não evitam cair no riso. As bochechas ficam vermelhas e seguram olhares.

{isso aqui estava nos meus rascunhos há uns 2 anos 😂}

[ro-written]

[2:18 am]

you frowned a bit as you knocked on the door to the studio, hearing the soft beats come through the surface. when no answer came, you knocked again, a bit harder. still, no response. finally you opened the door, and slid yourself in without making too much noise, closing the door behind you.

hwa had called you earlier about how hongjoong had yet to come home from the studio, and it made him worried. the boys had back to back schedules with this comeback, and when they finally gained a minute to rest, joong was back in the studio. what he had promised would be an hour turned into five, and hwa realized it was time to bring out the big guns. you.

joong sat at his desk, headphones covering his ears as he bobbed his head along to the beat he was working on. to you it sounded perfect, and a thought in your head wondered if he was planning to use it as a title track or a b-side. you smiled a little before reaching out to grab his arm.

the way he jumped made you laugh, and you watched as he put his hand on his chest to help slow his breathing back down.

"you scared me!" he let out exasperated.

"mm, well i wouldn't have if you were in your bed...at the dorm...resting." you looked down at him pointedly, and he gave a sheepish smile.

"i know, i know, i just...i had an idea earlier and didn't think it would take me too long to work on it." he looked at his watch and grimaced. "i guess time got away from me."

"mm i guess it did." you scrunched your nose and mocked his tone. "but now that you know what time it is, you're going to go back to the dorm and rest, right?" you raised an eyebrow, giving him a look that just asks him to challenge you. he opened his mouth, but upon seeing your stance, hongjoong re-evaluates his complaint before coming up with a new offer. a sly smile graces his face.

"i will go back to the dorm...if you come and stay the night." he grins at you and it takes everything you can to keep from rolling your eyes at the man. "i always get my best rest with you in my arms." you put your hand up to your chin, pretending to ponder over his offer.

"fine, i suppose." you make it sound as if you were exasperated, but you knew that your heart was speeding up at his romantic words. and he knew it too.

hongjoong stood up to give you a peck, before turning around and shutting off all his devices. finally, he laced his hand in yours as you both strolled out of the studio.

"remind me to get seonghwa when i get back to the dorm."

"after we sleep."

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Level A9, Jaiden walking in on Tank-boyhalo is so funny, lmao. Bad really said he was gonna solo the hardest bits of this dungeon and then did it Like A Boss, hahaha. And yes, Bad is somewhere in that crowd of mobs, $$ if you can spot him.

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Hi. Please consider adding "since [date]" "following for [relative time]" next to the blogs in the following list so we can see how long we've been following a blog. Also the ability to toggle it on/off. Especially since people change their blog names, it would be nice to be able to somewhat connect the dots.

Answer: Hi, @greighish!

Now this is a great idea! And something we certainly hope to do someday when we have the time, space, and people power to prioritize work on the Following feed.

Leave this one with us. We hope to be back with updates here or at @changes, and hopefully before too long.

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[flurrys-creativity]

03.35am

Pairing: Kim Hongjoong (Ateez) x GN!Reader; Genre: strangers to ?, fluff, humour; Rating: sfw, PG-13; Warnings: bad weather, mentions of blood, hongjoong being a drama queen; Wordcount: 622

Summary: On a rainy day you stumble over a lump in the middle of an alley. Unsure whether the lump is alive or not, you kick it lightly and reveal an injured man.

A/N: Saw a joke post for a meet cute with this prompt and simply had to write it.

Dark clouds hung all over the city and heavy rain fell to the ground. Every so often a gust of wind howled through the streets. The weather cleared the area of any living being, at least outside of their homes.

Except for you. 

You rushed through the empty streets on your way back home. You cursed your late night shift, cursed the public transportation that stopped three hours before your shift ended, cursed your flimsy attire that didn’t block the rain nor howling wind effectively and most importantly you cursed the weather itself.

You tightened the collar of your trench coat, hoping it would prevent the cold from seeping into your body. With hurried steps you rounded a corner into a narrow passageway. You winced when you stepped into a puddle and the water splashed up against your pants.

If getting soaked from the rain above wasn’t enough, you now had dirty water covering you as well. You pulled a face as you continued to run through the muddy paths, wishing to be home already with a warm shower and cuddling into a dozen blankets while watching some sort of series.

A shriek forced its way out of your mouth when you nearly toppled over a huge lump in the middle of your path. You stumbled backwards, brushing your hand over your face to wipe the rain droplets away and see better.

With your limited view you weren’t sure what exactly you saw in front of you - whether it was a pile of trash, an abandoned animal or a homeless person.

Ever so carefully you inched closer, before kicking the lump with the tip of your boot. You immediately jumped back again when the thing moved and groaned.

You fumbled in your pockets to get your phone out, struggling to use it with your wet fingers. Still you somehow managed to turn on the flashlight. 

You gasped when you saw the bloody features of a man. “Oh my god, what happened?” You crouched down next to the man, one hand hovering over his form as you didn’t know what to do exactly. “What’s your name? Can you move? Come, you need to get out of this rain!”

“Hongjoong”, he groaned and turned on his back, letting the cold rain fall on his face. He could feel his busted lip pulsing and something warm running down his face together with the raindrops. Hopefully the mud he had fallen into would be washed away like that as well.

You stared down at him, contemplating what to do. You definitely weren’t strong enough to hoist him up and drag him somewhere dry. “What happened?” You asked again, concern written all over your face.

Hongjoong groaned again and closed his eyes. “I slipped and fell”, he mumbled, raising his arm and covering half of his face in embarrassment.

“For real?” You stared at him dumbfounded. You thought the worst had happened to him but he only fell? “Why didn’t you get up and go home to clean yourself or something? HOW long have you been here on the ground?” You blinked several times, not believing how dramatic someone can be.

For a split second you even thought about just leaving him there on the ground but your conscience made you choose otherwise. You urged him to get up and pulled him on his sleeve along your way. 

If he didn’t take care of himself and decided to be a diva instead, you just had to take care of him. At least he looked kinda cute, maybe even cuter without all the blood and mud covering his whole body. But that was for you to find out once you two reached your home and got cleaned up.

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[blakeswritingimagines]

5:14 Pm

Timo and you, arrived home after the exciting Devils win. Timo couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and accomplishment. As they entered the house, Timo wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. your bodies pressed closely together as his lips found your neck, kissing and gently biting the sensitive skin. You let out a soft moan, your hands roaming over Timo's broad shoulders and muscular chest. "You were amazing out there," you whispered, your voice filled with admiration. Timo smiled against your skin, his calloused hands finding their way under your shirt. You pushed Timo against the wall, surprise flashing across his face quickly replaced by desire when you pressed your body against his. Your hands roamed over his chest, feeling the hard muscles ripple under your touch. As Timo let out a low moan, you leaned up and captured his lips, your tongue slipping into his mouth. Timo groaned, his grip on you tightening as he returned the kiss with fervor.

Your fingers found the hem of his shirt, tugging at it, desperate to feel his skin. Timo broke the kiss, his eyes dark with lust as he lifted his arms, allowing you to slide the shirt up and over his head. His hands found yours, fingers tangling as he pulled you closer, his lips trailing down your neck and collarbone. You felt Timo's hands slide down to your hips, gripping them firmly as he turned you so that your back was against the wall. He pressed closer, his body flush against yours as he bit and kissed your neck, his breathing ragged. "You're driving me crazy," he muttered against your skin, his fingers toying with the waistband of your pants. "I want you so bad." You gave Timo a devilish grin before slowly sinking to your knees. Timo's breath hitched, his eyes dark with desire as he watched you. You unzipped his pants, and pulled them down to his knees before taking him in your hand, stroking him lightly. Timo groaned, his hand reaching out to grip your hair, his face flushed with anticipation. You looked up at him, your eyes filled with desire, before leaning forward and taking him into your mouth. Timo let out a loud moan, his grip on your hair tightening as you explored his cock with your tongue. You used your hand to tease and caress him, bringing him to the edge and pulling back just in time. Timo couldn't take it anymore, his body shaking with need. "Please," he gasped. "I need-"

You pulled back for a moment, looking up at him with a smirk. "Beg for it," you said, your voice low and seductive. Timo's eyes darkened even more, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Please," he pleaded, his voice choked with need. "Please, I need you. I need you now." You grinned teasingly as Timo begged so sweetly, your own desire spiking at the desperation in those husky pleas. You stroked Timo's slick length slowly, savoring every shudder and whimper it elicited, you licked your lips before speaking again, your tone dripping with sex. "Since you asked so politely, I suppose I can give you what you want… but not yet. First, I want to spoil you for that win tonight." You smiled before leaning back down, taking him in your mouth again. Timo let out a strangled moan, his hips bucking involuntarily. You continued to tease him, bringing him close to the edge and pulling back again and again. Timo was begging now, his words a mix of pleas and moans. "Please," he gasped. "I can't take it anymore. I need you. I need-"Timo let out a strangled moan as you swallowed him whole, his hips bucking involuntarily. He threaded his fingers through your hair, gripping tight as he struggled to hold back from thrusting into your warm mouth. The sensation of your tongue swirling around his sensitive head, combined with the pressure of your lips stretched taut around his thick shaft, was almost too much to bear. "You're such a dirty little slut, aren't you?" he growled, his voice rough with lust. "Love choking on my cock like this, don't you? Gonna make me cum down your throat if you keep that up."

Your eyes watered slightly as Timo's grip tightened in your hair, but you reveled in the pain mingling with pleasure. You looked up at him with a sultry gaze, your lips still wrapped snugly around his throbbing cockhead, and hummed in response to his filthy words. The vibrations sent delicious tremors through him and you could taste his precum growing thicker on your tongue. You began to bob your head faster, taking him deeper each time, saliva dripping down your chin as you worked his length with eager abandon. One hand came up to fondle his heavy balls while the other reached between your legs to rub at your own ache through your pants. The dual sensations had you teetering on the edge already, desperate for release even as you sought to bring Timo over first. Timo groaned loudly, his head thrown back as you devoured his cock with renewed intensity. His balls drew up tight against his body, signaling his impending orgasm. "Fuck, I'm gonna- Ahh!" With a guttural cry, he erupted, his hot seed shooting down your throat in powerful spurts. You swallowed greedily, milking him for every last drop as he rode out his climax, his grip on your hair bordering on painful. As the aftershocks subsided, Timo slowly pulled out, allowing you to catch your breath. He looked down at you with a satisfied smirk, some of his cum still glistening on your lips. "Not bad for my little puck bunny," he teased, wiping a stray droplet from your mouth with his thumb. "But don't think we're done yet."

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[aaronhollow1950]

Crossover And Normal Conversation

if you have been reading my latest posts you might have heard that me and @saltywastelandjase are going to be posting a Fanatic (idk what to call them) I will be posting "this is a Normal Conversation between me,Alexis,and River" @saltywastelandjase is posting CROSSOVER

i will be using the Pin NC MAR to pin NC (normal Conversation) and I was talking to Jase today and we talked about using the pin "CO JCSDMC"

NC stands for Normal Conversation and Co stands for CROSSOVER

the letters after that are our oc's that are in the Main story

i will post a NC every Friday

and @saltywastelandjase will post a CO every Monday

[box0pals]

Quick Double self-analysis.

//Eh, avoid reading this if you want to keep the mystique to it all as I won't pull back the curtain entirely, but just some thoughts.

Kept to themes of three in a way that meshes and intermingles to canon for the main groups being: The Trinity, The Mass, and Gehenna. Then Double, the Skull Heart and Queen Lamia. Then The Father, The Son, and Beburos.

Now while it is heavily drenched in christian symbolism? And while I am religious myself actually? Double is kept vague on the actual religion and that's intentional, this was made to keep in mind that any Prophet could be 'The Son' and The Father could be any being or even Pantheon considering The Father is simply an intangible entity that encompasses any and all for what I ever mention, along with even atheism. idc, my point was never to bash on other religions or beliefs, that's not my place to personally for what i believe.

As that is the point of Double's Gehenna and form being a reflection of humanity's sins, along with The Father's Love being absolute and a common theme, along with the fact that the divine realistically? Are unknowable, intangible aspects to which that could not be feasibly or easily comprehended, let alone by someone simply human- to do otherwise is to claim you are a God, to which is blasphemy in most doctrines- as the bible and other scriptures being rewritten is contradictory etc etc. There's no real political message other than eh, maybe abuses of power from the church at times with Double's 'double standards' to her Daughters being able to do as they please at times, among a few other things not too important other than vague rl references. Along with humanity's own sins, a few generic messages weaved in here and there to give the atmosphere. Then why Double is open to shipping even if extremely hard to ship with, as it GREATLY depends considering 'The Father's Love' being their decree. As Double was once normal but 'Immortal' on the mortal plane as Queen Lamia.

Beburos was chosen as the Angel Double is since they're considered one of the Angels that will govern the end and considered 'non-canonic'. So a little biblical joke and poke at them being literally 'The Erased One'.

overall i don't hate the canon of skull girls but it was always kinda there and it's been forever? since we got any actual information regarding the whole thing. so while i'll never explain everything or how it even works. since religious eldritch horror is a jam i vibe to along with aesthetic.

then distortion text to add the themes of double's tone/distorted voice being fairly 'unique'. but also when talking about things regarding themselves as The Erased One, though religiously enforced. just when majorly applicable or fitting to the narrative

i did not expect someone to enable Double so soon, but i'm fairly open. so eh, been waiting a reaaaal long time for more info so now i'm doing my own expanded universe for at least that in such a way it doesn't conflict with skull girls lore 'too much' and still all plays into it- incase there's a sequel but i honestly dc at this point. been kinda brewing on this for a month or two now and Double as a whole for a while.

[archetypal-archivist]

For those of you who want to watch Etoiles and BBH cooking in real time regarding the bug in sweeping edge, it's roughly 3 hours into Badboyhalo's July 13 stream.

[slugmorelz]

photos i took in a butterfly exhibit when i was 9