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[forgottenflickr]

2007

[gimmeurtmi]

warnings: choking, breath play kinda, kink exploration kinda, making out. hands. 🔞

[ 18:46 ] you sigh, dazed and horny and breathless as you pull away from seungmin’s lips. he came over a few minutes ago or you think it’s been a few minutes, but the screen in front of you has a ‘are you still watching?’ message displayed and you have no recollection of when the background noise stopped—too consumed by everything kim seungmin to notice something as unimportant as the netflix show he put on for the pair of you.

you rest your head on his shoulder softly, gulping in air. his hand sinks into your hair, softly scratching at your scalp. you can feel the warmth of his hand on your entire head and you aren’t sure if the scratching is just that pleasant or his hand is just that big.

both thoughts make you want to grab his face and kiss him some more, lest you start actually purring at your boyfriend of two months.

“what were you saying?” he asks, kissing your head softly as you keep resting on his shoulder.

“what?”

“before i kissed you, you said something.”

“no fucking clue,” you scoff at him.

you lift your head and seungmin smiles softly at you. god, his smile is beautiful.

then he starts smirking and you’re already preparing your eyes to roll at whatever he’s going to say.

“finally found the way to shut you up,”

you do roll your eyes, before shoving him away from you with a chuckle, “you’re insufferable.”

“you’re obsessed with me,” he corrects you, pulling himself closer to you every time you push him away.

“i’m so not,” you comment maturely.

“soooo are,” he smirks, before his large hand wraps around the back of your head, pulling you in for another kiss.

your lips melt against his, molding perfectly together, and seungmin doesn’t wait long before licking at your lips for more.

you slip your tongue into his mouth, sighing lightly at the soft velvety feeling.

you let him control the pace, follow his movements half dazed as he slows everything down. soft, slow, soothing. his lips barely moving against yours and all you can feel is him wrapping around your sense.

you feel his hand move towards your cheek keeping you close to him, and with the size of his hand his pinky sits just beneath your jaw. pressing lightly.

anticipation tickles your gut as you feel his pinky moving around slightly—as if downwards.

you’ve been waiting for seungmin to do something like this, something bold. well, you’ve been begging seungmin to choke you. but only in your brain—you were too scared to say it out loud. it was all so new still and you didn’t want to ask for something unless you knew he’d want it, too.

still, the way his hand is cupping your jaw gives you (and your pussy) a little bit more hope.

you slowly bring your fingers to his elbow, shifting slightly closer to him. you let him kiss you, the back of your eyes tingling by just how slow he’s going, as you—just as slowly—run your fingers all the way up to his wrist.

you wrap your hand around it, softly caressing the back of his hand with your thumb. you can’t even feel where his hand ends.

ever so slightly, you nudge his hand further down your jaw.

seungmin doesn’t react, lips still clashing together. maybe you were too subtle.

you tug on his wrist again, this time his hand slips and all his fingers lay flat against your neck. you’re sure he can feel your pulse thumping heavily against your skin.

a small moan slips out, and you give his wrist another tug, until his palm lays flat against your throat.

you love kissing seungmin slowly, sensually, but the thought of his hand just resting right where you wanted him to touch you turns you desperate and so you surge forward as your kisses turn eager.

moving forward causes seungmin to put more pressure on your throat, and you can’t help the quiet desperate pants that follow. you know seungmin hears you, you know he sees and feels your reactions, and he slowly starts pressing into the side of your neck.

you moan.

you want to say something, affirm him that this is exactly what you want, but you’re too intoxicated by his kisses to pull away now. you need more of them.

he keeps pressing, so hard that you need to pull away when all the breath stops reaching your brain.

you slowly open your eyes when seungmin relaxes his hand—but still keeps it resting on the entirety of your neck.

his pupils are blown wide, his lips slick and swollen and red. you want to bite them.

“this is what you wanted?” he says lowly, voice rough from kissing.

“yeah,” you start saying, but the words die out when seungmin presses down on the side of your throat again.

a small smirk sits on his lips as his eyes dart all over your face—both studying your reaction and relishing in it.

“gonna say it for me?” he asks, eyebrows raised slightly. he relaxes his fingers.

“choke me,” you let out, weakly, but you make up for it when the hand still around his wrist pulls him closer to you.

seungmin, smug as ever, gives you exactly what you want.

until you’re lightheaded and giggling and back where you started; head on his shoulder as his large hand rests on the back of your head, scratching lightly.

[babbymochiiii]

[ 11:10 am ]

a/n: I felt like this needed warnings just cause this is straight from my mind and I didn’t think in advance about warnings 💀

warnings: no use of jeno’s name bc this is in the readers pov, fucking a stranger, p in v, jeno is wearing a mask bc it’s a scaring event 🤷🏼, degrading, name calling (brat and slut), cumming inside

“fu-fuck..” you moaned out from underneath the hand covering your mouth.

The sound of your wetness bouncing across the small storage closet you found yourself in with the man that is rearranging your guts.

“You’re so fucking wet.” The man growled out as he watched how you swallowed him in greed. “All this for me gorgeous?” He taunts as he squeezes your face with the hand that covers your mouth.

You started to nod your head submissively as you looked into his eyes, considering the rest of his face was covered by a mask. You knew this man was killer underneath that mask for the way the rest of him looks.

“Taunting a stranger just because he can’t scare you, tsk.” He says as he started plowing into you harder. “Then going around with your friends saying how you would fuck me. How’s that going for you brat?” He said as he brought his hand down from your mouth and pinched your clit.

“Ah! Nngh, s-so good!” You moaned out as the pleasure was becoming a hot white iron inside of you.

“Fucking slut. Taking a stranger’s cock the way you are. So greedily.” He growled out at the end as he wrapped his arms around you waist, making it where he’s holding you completely against him instead of the wall.

You moaned loudly at the new deeper feeling he was giving you in this position. You took hold of his shirt and held on tightly, causing wrinkles.

“Mmgh, greedy sluts get cum inside of them. Is that what you want gorgeous?” He questions into your ear.

“Nngh! Yes, yes! Oh please cum inside of me!” You whimpered as you felt the pressure building up inside of you becoming too much.

He kept pounding into you until his thrusts started to become sloppy. A couple more strokes before he gave one last hard thrust and he started coming inside of you. With the sensation of his cum roping inside of you sets of your orgasm. You felt your legs shake as you held onto him tightly, not wanting to let go.

Not wanting to stop, he started to slowly thrust into you, as if testing your sensitivity. This causes you to whimper slightly but clench around him.

“So greedy, you want more gorgeous?” He said as his thrusts started to build up in intensity.

You nodded your head against his neck with a small moan as he started to hit your good spot repeatedly.

“God, you’re the death of me woman.” He groans out before he started thrusting you without mercy.

[joyoushyuck]

06:23

Donghyuck is still sleeping when you wake up.

He looks peaceful, you think. Not a common sight, you'd even call his sleeping form the eighth wonder because a conscious Donghyuck is never calm. His cheeks are puffy, lips set in a cute pout, hair a royal mess. You thread your fingers through his unruly strands in an attempt to tame them.

Donghyuck's hand is loosely thrown around your waist but you know you couldn't wiggle out of it even if you tried. Not that you want to; it's cozier this way with his legs thrown over yours and body moulded perfectly to fit against your curves.

A few stray rays of light escape through your curtains, forming a magical halo around Donghyuck's face, giving it the softest of glows. Your finger traces his many moles. He looks ethereal like this. You feel an overwhelming amount of love for this man.

You want to protect him, even though the love bites painting his bare torso, the medusa tattoo just above his waist band and his toned biceps don't call for any protection. If anything, your frangible heart is the only thing that requires a lee from the whirlwind that is your boyfriend.

"You're staring babe," and you jump, heart thudding loud and so-not-proud against your chest. The room seems hotter than it was a moment ago, the peaceful ambience destroyed by his usual playfulness. He cracks an eye open and shoots a complacent smirk in your general direction.

"You don't have to scare me like that, you creep!" You huff, embarassed to face him. You try to get out of his hold; an impossible feat because he works out and you don't. So you take refuge among the fulffiness of the many pillows thrown over your bed.

"Says the one who was staring at me," is his smug reply, which earns a slap on his toned chest. Again, he's hardly affected by it. Atleast he has the decency to pretend it hurts.

Your breathing is still audibly heavy from the shock. He runs a placating hand on your back as a quiet apology. "Good morning," he mumbles, nuzzling his nose into your hair.

"Too late for that, don't you think," you spit in lieu of a reply, no real bite in your words. He chuckles, the sound arising from what you can only imagine to be the deepest parts of him, so low, so attractive, so domestic.

He kisses your hair with an obnoxiously loud smack and then giggles like a teenage girl because he's silly like that. Silly and annoying and so, so cute, his existence stimulates your most primal urges; you love him so much your chest hurts.

And you aren't scared to let him know what he does to you. "I love you." It's out of blue, and most definitely not a regular happening. You feel him stiffen, breath catching in his throat and heart beating infinitely faster. The playfulness drains out of him, leaving a sincere man who loves you with his entire being.

His hand on your waist pulls you closer. He kisses you properly this time, lips moving against yours slowly, like he wants to savour this moment as much as you do. When you break the kiss, he rests his forehead on yours, a hand holding your cheek carefully like you are delicate china. Precious. His.

"Me too," he says breathily. Donghyuck is looking at you - your eyes, nose, lips - searching your face. And when he finds what he's looking for, "I love you too, my pretty baby. So, so, so much."

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[perpetuallydaydreaming]

12:01 am

tags: james potter x reader, cockwarming, smut

i can’t find the time to properly write this but i keep thinking of james - who can’t keep still enough to study for the upcoming exams - procrastinating and unmotivated. the only way you could really get him to focus is by sitting on his cock. he’d whine and beg and rut up to your pussy trying to chase his release— holding you tight by the waist, not even holding his quill anymore or reading, like he was supposed to. his head buried into your neck, licking and biting, and then groaning near your ear with warm puffs as he pants please baby, please and i’ll be good for you and fuck, you feel so good and so fucking tight but you don’t move, you don’t give in, even if you desperately wanted to — this was for his own good. and once he’d finally settle, accepting you won’t give in, and started to actually put in the effort, you’d squeeze him or you’d slowly pump his cock as a reward for every right answer.

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

15:30 ー GOJOU SATORU. i like you best when you're annoying me.

saying you hated gojou satoru would be overexaggerating. no, a more accurate sentiment would be dislike.

you can respect gojou satoru.

you can even, at your most awake, tolerate him.

but he was most certainly a thorn in your side for the better part of your knowing each other the past three years. he was an annoyance, an arrogant one. but you suppose if your birth had literally shaken up the world of jujutsu as the world knew it, you'd probably have the attitude to match yourself. but your birth hadn't shaken up the world of jujutsu and your disposition matched it as one of the blessed average sorcerers forced to watch your cocky classmate be bestowed the title "the strongest".

he was obnoxious,

loud,

and quite frankly, not as charming as he believed himself to be though the amount of people who get wrapped into his whims might argue against you.

but this gojou satoru, the one sitting on the steps of jujutsu tech quietly and alone is a sight too strange for you to adjust to. you'd seen him once a year before after the disaster that was the star plasma vessel mission he'd failed. somehow, this satoru was even more depressed than that.

it had been no business of yours that suguru had seemed out of it lately. you hadn't really been friends with any of the other three people in your class, preferring company elsewhere in the school. satoru's friends were his friends and yours were yours. but to the one of the trio who'd been definitively closest to the defector of your entire organization, you supposed for satoru that hit even more than the loss of amanai riko.

so despite wanting to quietly walk by and leaving the boy to his thoughts, you somehow find yourself giving a light kick to his infinity and drawing his attention.

"did you want something?" satoru peers at you from his lowered shades.

"was just checking to see if i'd finally nail you with a kick before i head off to enoshima," you shrug. "looks like it's not my lucky day after all."

"nope, sorry, i'm a master now," satoru's smiling but it isn't reaching his eyes. you weren't a fan of his eyes despite loving the color blue. you'd sooner tell him to get a pair of brown contacts if he ever took his sunglasses off, you vaguely remember telling him that once as first years. you decide you hate the color of his eyes that are swamped in depression and sadness even more. "it'll take a lot more than that to throw me off my game."

dull eyes, eyebags and with faked bravado he's probably hoping you won't comment on.

you pinch the bridge of your nose with a sigh. i'm no match for someone who looks like a kicked puppy. "look, we're not friends," you start rest your hands on your hips as satoru's expression morphs from surprised to unamused. "i can barely stand you on the best of the days and on the worst i pray a bus stronger than your infinity will hit you. if i knew that coming in when i did would result in the two of us being in the same class for three years, i would have gone to kyoto or asked my parents to hold me back a year."

"geez, thanks, [first], i appreciate the warm words," satoru grumbles, decidedly bored of the conversation as he rested his chin on his palm once more.

"you're a loudmouth, you're rude, your eyes are a shade of blue i somehow can't stand and i'm pretty sure you're starting to tune me out," no surprise there. your words weren't exactly the warmest or the nicest. "my point is," you consider flicking him, but you keep your hands where you've left them when you remember infinity. "i like you best when you're annoying me. you being quiet and gloomy throws me off, so go back to being annoying."

when you've had enough of him staring at you as if you've suddenly grown a third head, you walk past him. "that's all i wanted to say," you mutter with more than a hint of finality as you walk past your special-grade classmate feeling as if your back was burning. he really does need brown contacts, you think with a huff. i'll tell shoko to cheer him up or something.

"[first]!" when you look over your shoulder, he's waving and the grin on his face looks a tad more real than the one he gave you a few moments ago. "when you get back from enoshima, i'll be as annoying as you want!"

you can't help a small smile of your own, "don't hurt yourself while you're doing it," you give a two-fingered salute back.

i should have just ignored him. if i knew he was gonna make me do this when i got back, i would have just ignored him.

"gojou, when i said i wanted you to go back to annoying me, this isn't what i meant," your eye is twitching as satoru throws an arm over your shoulder with a beam. he isn't using his infinity, that's good. you hope he keeps it off long enough for you to throw something at his face.

him roping you into helping him move his things into a new apartment after graduation was one thing; satoru roping you into his new venture into parenthood was an entirely different beast.

"come on, [first], don't you wanna be co-parents with me?" satoru laughs at your scowl. "we're partners!"

"no, i don't," you tell him pointedly and yet somehow you're still grabbing ingredients to make enough for four people and then some. "we're barely even fri-

satoru blinks at you with a deadpan expression, "but i already told the kids we would be taking care of them."

"we?"

"well, it's not like i know how to cook and everything shoko makes tastes like medicine," satoru replies like it's obvious. "you're the only saving grace here, please?"

"i hope you know i hate you," you finally reply after a moment. he wins, of course satoru wins.

"love you too, [first]," satoru chuckles, tossing in a bag of sweet treats into your shopping cart. "besides, we've been friends since you got back from enoshima months ago. i still remember the heart-warming speech you gave me on the staircase of jujutsu tech!"

"if what you got from what i said was an invitation for friendship, you need to get your ears cleaned," or at the very least he needed to stop sneaking bags of candy into the shopping cart.

satoru grins, "it's for the kids!"

you look at him all-knowing and unamused, "the kids don't need 5 bags of kit kats."

"not with that attitude."

the gojou fic i wanted to have up before i moved isn't going to be done until next month, but i'll feel bad not writing 2 months in a row so you guys can have this gojou timestamp to hold you over until then

[atinycafe]

[11:37AM] "Hit those pads a bit harder, babe," Yunho says, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips as your fists, bare and determined, connect with the pads. You dance on your toes, delivering a punch that goes beyond the target, hitting his chest purposefully. You try to pull back, but he playfully holds you in place. "Okay, I'm done playing," you complain, your voice muffled against the black fabric of his compressed shirt. Your boyfriend, a boxer, occasionally brings you to his gym sessions, but today's invitation was for you to take a swing. You expected his usual sweetness, but he's strangely serious. "Come on, tiny, you've got more in you," he teases, but you vigorously shake your head, exhausted and just wanting to lie down. You surrender, collapsing into his arms, making him lift you effortlessly. "Nooooooo," you protest as he drags you towards a nearby bench, kicking and pushing the air dramatically like the playful brat you are. "You're such a kid," he chuckles, settling you down, you continuing your little protest until he shushes you down with his kisses.

[09:56PM] "Just like that baby, a bit tighter," Yunho whispers near your ear, peering down at the bandage wrapping around his knuckles. You smoothly loop it around each of his lengthy fingers, tucking the end neatly beneath a fold. His hand slips out of your grasp, fingers curling and unfurling as he tests the snugness. With a serious gaze, he evaluates the feel. Anticipation lingers as you hope you've done it right. His eyes lock onto yours, a smile finally breaking across his face. The hand he'd been testing finds its place on your head, a gentle pat following. "You did good." Leaning down, he plants a tender kiss on your lips, silently expressing gratitude.

[02:09AM] "Why the tears? I won," he chuckles, playfully swiping at your tear-streaked cheeks, his large hand almost covering your face. Your sobs intensify as you notice his left eye, swollen and not crinkling like the other when he grins. He stifles another laugh. "'S not funny, your face's all fucked up!" you stammer through tears, wiping away the droplet of blood from his cut eyebrow. "You should see the other guy," he boasts, puffing out his chest, proud of his victory despite the bruises—turns out, the other guy got the worse end, a full-on knockout. Yet, he's still hurting, and you can't stand seeing him like this. "Shut up," you retort, clamping down on your lip as you give his shoulder a playful punch, eliciting a soft whine. Quickly, you grasp the spot you hit, worried you might have accidentally targeted a bruise. Pushing his shirt down to inspect, Yunho only pulls you closer. "Gotcha"

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[straylightdream]

8:13pm

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭: lee minho x f.reader

established relationship

↳ after a nightmare wakes you up your husband comforts you.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 358

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none

𝐚𝐧: the Minho brain rot is real. I needed to write something short to get passed being a sad girl today.

Sitting on the couch in your living room your hands held a hot cup of chamomile that’s in your favorite lavender mug. A nightmare had woken you up, and it had been over an hour and you were nowhere near falling asleep again. You had turned on one of your favorite movies and were comfortably sitting on the couch. You were hoping to relax and finally be able to fall back asleep.

The sound of footsteps caused you to look up and find your husband walking towards you. A yawn passed his lips as walked over and sat next to you on the couch.

“Pretty, why are you awake at four in the morning?” he asked.

“I had a nightmare and couldn’t fall back to sleep,” you say before taking another sip of your tea.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” he asked.

Shrugging your shoulders you took another sip of your hot tea. You knew he had a busy day ahead of him and needed all the sleep he could get. You didn’t need to disturb him because you had a nightmare.

“Finish that tea and come back to bed with me,” he reached over and rested his hand on your knee. You smile at him as he gently squeezed your knee.

“Okay,” you whisper before taking the final few sips of your tea.

Minho stood up, turned the tv off and reached over to take the cup from you. He walked into your small kitchen and placed the cup in the sink. Walking back over to you he took your hand in his and led you back into your bedroom.

Laying in bed he pulled your soft body close to his. He couldn’t seem to get your body close enough to his. With your head resting on his chest, he pressed his lips to your temple and whispered he loved you.

This reminded you of all the nights in the early stages of your marriage when nightmares would keep Minho awake, and you would be the one holding him while he tried to sleep. Now here he was holding you telling you that everything was okay.

[jenosbliss]

paining. gn!reader x jaemin | genre. fluff | wc. 0.5k | warnings. none

[10:24 pm]

The voice of your friend filled the once quiet apartment the moment she picked up the video call “What’s the tea?”

“It’s not tea…” you air quoted the word ‘tea’ with a roll of your eyes before continuing “… last night something happened between me and-” the doorbell's sound reverberated throughout the apartment, interrupting your conversation.

"Who's here at this hour?" you looked at your friend through the screen, who held the same expression of confusion as you. "Don't hang up and be careful. I got 911 on dial." she said making you chuckle while you stood from the couch and went to answer the door.

To see Jaemin standing at your door did come as a surprise, but deep down you knew it would be him, or you expected it to be him. After last night it was evident that a lot will change between both of you and him being here at this hour was just the beginning.

"Jaemin? What happened?" opening the door, you asked voice laced with genuine concern. He looked as if he hadn't slept for days, his hair was an absolute mess sticking out from every direction, his eyes were droopy and the bags under them made him look exhausted.

He was panting heavily and slouching while holding the doorframe, this meant just one thing; he had made a run from his place to yours, not even bothering enough to look for his car keys, he was in such a hurry to come here.

"Y/n, hi" his voice feeble as he tried to catch his breath. "I'm sorry for bothering you at this time but..." he stood up straight, walking inside the apartment as you closed the door behind him. "... I don't know what's wrong with me. Am I going crazy? I just- just... Oh god! Ughhhh" grabbing his hair he paced around your living room.

"Hey calm down. Tell me what's bothering you, okay?" you walked towards Jaemin, a bit startled by his actions.

"What's bothering me?" he let out a humorless chuckle as he paced in your direction. "It's you. You are bothering me." he held your hands in his as he pulled you close to him, very close.

It would be a lie if you said thoughts of Jaemin weren't bothering you either since yesterday, but he looked frantic. "I'm sorry for what I'm about to do but I have to, I- I need to"

Before you could understand what, he meant, Jaemin closed the gap between you both. He kissed you, with passion and need. His lips moved against yours with such desperation and tenderness that you can't help but get lost in him and this feeling of pure bliss.

The force with which he kissed you made you stumble a few steps back, holding on to his bicep for support as his firm grip on your waist tightened while he refused to let you go. His lips felt cold and chapped against yours warm and soft ones, you felt soft tickles of his breath against your skin as he still tried to pull you closer.

"I was right..." Jaemin whispered after pulling away, still close enough that his breath sent tingles down to our toes. "About what?" you mumbled breathlessly. "I am in fucking love with you."

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a/n. i am really sorry for disappearing but but here’s the Jaemin fic! will be working on the requests soon.

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[itstheghostofmypast]

01.53

Kim Hongjoong x (f)Reader

Summary: She was his feisty kitten, his Princess, his girl who followed the three G's- gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss- but most importantly she was his princess with a severe migraine issue.

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word count : 1k

Est. Read Time: 5 min

Networks: @cromernet @k-labels

Rating: SFW

A/N: @edenesth this one's for you (I really need to finish my due work)

Banner by: @cafekitsune

She sat up swiftly, almost falling off in the process, blinking at the sight of the unfamiliar yet familiar wall in front of her. Taking a bit longer to buffer as she looked around, squinting at the darkness until her eyes landed on the black tuft of an idiot she called hers. The light of the computer created a silhouette of his figure- why were all the lights off?

"Joong?" her voice hoarse and scratchy making her wince, though it was enough to catch his attention. Swirling around to her he smiled at her, 'Baby, did I wake you up?' he whispered, trying not to be too loud, making sure his princess wasn't hurting because of him.

Shaking her head she slowly moved, her feet meeting the carpeted ground as her back pressed against the cool leather, eying her boyfriend lazily, "Why am I here- why are the lights off?"

"Because you were having migraines...did you forget, my feisty kitten?" raising an eyebrow he smirked, " I turned them off so you could sleep." sitting there he eyed her form, dressed in one of his shirts, the blanket pooling around her waist, her hair a mess, though he regretted it wasn't his doing that had turned her hair wild like that.

"Stop it."

"Stop what?"

"Manspreading. You're gross Hongjoong"

"I love you too, baby."

"You're disgusting," she whined, kicking the blanket off as she got up, deciding to go home. The sudden mood swing had confused him, he thought they were only joking, though his body went on auto mode when she stood up, knowing fully well she was not well enough to do so, jumping off his seat to grab her when she tripped.

She didn't know if it was because of the migraines or the fatigue, but as soon as she took the first step towards the door her world blurred, tilting in slow motion, shit. Before she could hit the ground she collided with a warmer, softer surface, a more familiar one. Sighing she inhaled his scent, his cologne and the mists of the aftershave he'd use. Resting her pulsating head against his chest she whined, as if asking him to do something about it.

Shaking his head in disbelief he let out a chuckle, "Princess, don't go scaring me like that." Slowly leading her back to the couch he helped her up, placing a pillow behind her head, after fluffy it up, "Sit up straight, I'll get you some aspirin." tucking her in, even though she was sitting he pecked her cheek, trying to not glance at her pouting lips, inviting him for something more intimate, but her health was what was more important right now.

"Are you...done with your work?' she asked, watching him walk around the small studio, opening a few drawers, her eyes flickering to the bright computer screen, squinting at it, the brightness annoying her.

Turning around with the bottle of pill he looked at her, watching her clear her throat and put up a brave face, as if nothing was wrong. Shaking his head he went over to press the power button of his monitor, turning it off, "You realise pretending it doesn't hurt will only make it worse?" handing her the bottle he grabbed a bottle of water, unscrewing it for her, wanting to help her drink it, though his 'independent ', 'strong', 'immortal' lover took it from him, swallowing the pills and chugging down most of the water.

"Thirsty kitty." smiling at her he sat at the edge of the table in front of her, looking at her, "And to answer your question, I finished my work as soon as you came in, but when you dozed off I let you sleep because I knew waking you up would just worsen your condition."

"Oh." was all she said before putting the bottle aside and tossing off the blanket, "Time to go home them, shorty." throwing in the nickname she glanced at him, earning a glare from him, "I don't think someone who can't take care of themselves should have the right to be mean"

With that he got up, leaning closer, tilting his head, and stopping mere centimetres away from her. Her breath hitched at the proximity, waiting for him, fingers gripping the fluffy blanket in anticipation. His breath fanning across her face, he glanced at her through his long pretty lashes, watching her move her face, trying to make sure there was some form of physical exchange, "Too bad, I don't kiss mean girls." His face was smug and so smackable as he pulled back, smirking down at her as he stood their arms crossed over his chest, watching her shocked features morph into disgust, "So, sorry, princess. I need to pack up so we can go home," making his way to his spread out things, humming to himself like nothing had happened.

He was almost done clearing his desk when something smacked against his head, his hand instinctively pressing against the back of his head as he whipped around to glare at her.

"YAH! DID YOU JUST THROW THE BOTTLE AT ME?"

She sat there all doe-eyed and innocent, pulling the blanket higher to cover her torso as well, resting it on her shoulders, smirking at him- sure her head was still killing her, but who was he to tease her and deny her of the affection she oh so greatly deserved. Even if he had been showing nothing but small gestures filled to the brim with his enormous amount of love for her, perhaps she was needy tonight, perhaps she wanted more than just the usual Hongjoong' non-physical ways of affection, which reminded her of why she had stumbled into the studio at the first place. As soon as she was done with work her headaches had worsened, which is why she had come here, demanding to cuddle to which he had asked her to wait for just an hour- must have dozed off during the waiting session. What a manipulative bastard- he's lucky she loves him, otherwise she would've...well she would've whined and complained louder and harder.

"EXPLAIN YOURSELF?!"

"Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss."

Taglist: @edenesth @mlysalt @spooo00oky @cereal-simp @yessa-vie

[forgottenflickr]

2007

[gimmeurtmi]

[ 02:33 ] you whined as you tossed and turned around the bed, the blanket too heavy and the hand around your stomach suffocating. you moved it away delicately from your body, the place where it rested damp as the heat took over your skin. you shuddered.

“bunny,” a voice mumbled from the dark next to you, “are you peeing?”

“i’m just going to drink,” you whispered back, “go back to sleep.”

your boyfriend groaned, placing his hand back in its rightful place on your stomach. you grimaced as the damp feeling intensified once he touched you again.

“minho,” you whined, “i’m leaving, i’ll be right back.”

he turned in his spot, nuzzling his face against his pillow. you quickly got up to refresh yourself, grabbing some water from the kitchen and breathing deeply as the cold air cooled down your skin.

you climbed back into your bed shortly after, dreading the heat the blanket offered you. the winter night was cold, but perhaps you overestimated just how cold it was when you went to bed with your fur lined leggings and minho’s big fluffy hoodie. you peeled off the hoodie first—still feeling the sweat clinging onto the tank top you had underneath it. your boyfriend switched out the blankets last week, and your big heavy winter one was too hot.

you whined silently to yourself as you climbed back into bed. without skipping a beat, minho turned in his spot—wrapping his arm back around you.

“min, no,” you sighed, pushing his hand away.

“why?” he mumbled, nuzzling his face into your neck. his very warm face.

“you’re too warm, fuck off.”

minho said nothing, least of all moved away, and simply brought his hands down to the top of your leggings. he dipped his fingers beneath the fabric. his fingers were cold, cooling you down instantly, but soon enough his hand had warmed up—and the touch was once again uncomfortable.

“your hand is sweaty,” you complained.

once again he said nothing, but this time he grabbed onto the material and pushed it down your legs.

“what are you doing?” you made a noise between a gasp and a chuckle—thinking now was not the time to get touchy with you.

“this is non-negotiable, you wearing thick leggings to bed is. take them off and stop complaining,” he said simply. his eyes were still closed, he was still trying to sleep—ignoring your whining completely.

you were about to say something but then he moved onto his back, pulling you with him—the hand on your stomach still securely in place. you wondered if you’d wake up with a red patch in that same spot from how fucking hot minho was right now.

“minho, i am literally sweating,” you tried pushing him away—but even practically asleep he was stronger than you.

“bunny, just shut up. i’m trying to sleep,” he said softly.

“i can’t sleep when i’m so hot,” you shook his arm.

minho tsked. he finally opened his eyes, looking at you with his menacing stare. but that softness he only reserved for you was still in them once he settled on your flushed face.

he kicked the blanket off both of you, making sure it still covered your middle (because you couldn’t sleep without a blanket across you somehow) and then he signalled for you to sit up and flipped your pillow over to the colder side and then he turned the heating off in the room. after all that, he brought his hand back onto your stomach.

“there’s only one thing i cannot compromise with you,” he explained as he used his hand to pull you closer, “other than that we can change everything until you’re comfy.”

you nodded. it was only a small price to pay.

minho then went back to sleep, nuzzling his face into your skin happily after you finally stopped moving around and hopefully started falling asleep as well.

the heat in the room had settled down, the temperatures dropping rapidly. the place where minho’s arm was around your stomach was the only warm spot.

small goosebumps started to rise up all across your skin.

“min,” you whispered sheepishly.

“mhm?”

“i’m cold now,”

“oh for fuck’s sake,” he sighed. he pulled the blanket back on top of you, blindly making sure you were completely covered by it.

he let you slip your cold hands underneath his shirt, ignoring it in hopes you’ll just fall asleep already.

after about ten minutes you brought your finger up to his chin, tapping it lightly.

“whaaat?” he groaned.

“i love you,” you said simply.

“i love you, too. now can you shut up and just sleep?”

“can’t sleep,” you pouted, even though he still had his eyes closed and couldn’t see.

“well i can,” he helpfully supplied. “just close your eyes—“ he started, bringing his palm up to your eyes and running his fingers down your eyelids in an attempt to close them “—and stop bothering me.”

“am i annoying you?” you asked, tapping his cheeks.

“you are,”

“am i making you mad?”

“you are,” he said, kissing your cheek twice. “sleep, bunny.”

“will you be here when i wake up?” you asked, quietly.

at that minho opened his eyes. he ran a thumb over your cheek, his other arm squeezing your stomach.

“bad dream again?” he asked softly.

you nodded.

minho smiled delicately at you, pecking your lips softly before pulling you closer to him. his body was warm—but with your leggings now off and the cold from the room still on your skin it wasn’t too overwhelming anymore.

“i’m staying with you, bunny. non-negotiable.”

you nodded slowly. minho kissed your forehead again before mumbling a warning of good night and settled back into his comfort, arm still solidly against your stomach.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

If I Fell For You: Worst Nightmare

Summary: Jensen's worst nightmare is about to come true...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Word Count: 1,600ish

Warnings: language, heavy mentions of injury/blood/car accident

A/N: The agnst is strong...

________

Shouting woke you up. Very loud, very upset shouting. You blinked, slowly turning your head and finding the world was upside down. There was something to your left, something bent and the smell of metal and blood in the air made your nose twinge.

Then you remembered you were in the car. Driving on the highway to the brewery to grab some pizza and a few beers to bring home for dinner. You turned and touched the metal panel, the front of the car or part of the roof was your guess, now smack dab in the center console and cutting you off from the other side.

“Jay,” you croaked out. The shouting stopped and you squeezed your eyes shut. “Jensen. I’m okay.”

“Y/N,” he said as you remembered him shoving a hand in front of your chest. 

“Please tell me you’re in one piece,” you whispered.

“Yeah, I-I think so. Y-You?”

“I think so too,” you said, putting a hand on the roof below you, the windshield caved in, passenger door looking like a crumbled piece of paper. “Jay, I’m stuck in here.”

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“I think it’s just bumps and bruises,” you said. “Can you move?”

“No,” he said quietly, not saying another word.

“Are you hurt?” He didn’t respond and you hit the panel between you. “Hey! Are you hurt?”

“I’m okay.”

“Dammit, tell me the truth.”

“My arm is cut up some but I’m okay. I can’t…fuck I can’t get out either.” He slapped the metal piece between you and you shushed him. “Y/N-“

“Relax honey. Sh, relax. I’m right here. I’m gonna be okay and you’re gonna…be okay…it’s going to be just fine. Just…just do your breathing that Ray showed you when you get anxious okay? It’ll…be okay,” you said, pressing your hand against your bleeding leg. “Shit.”

“You sound hurt,” he breathed out. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m uh, bleeding from my thigh. It’s not gushing so it couldn’t have been anything too bad, right?” you tried to joke, Jensen slamming against the panel again. “It’s not that deep. Also I’m pretty sure I have pizza in my hair.”

“What?” 

“Yeah. I hope you like the smell of marinara cause that’s gonna take forever to wash out,” you said, trying to leverage yourself against the roof of the car. “Now’s as good a time as any to tell you this.”

“Tell me what?” he asked quietly. “Are you-”

“Led Zeppelin sucks and I cannot believe you have so many of their original records. Don’t even get me started on your infatuation with fucking country music. I hate country music and I think it’s time I put my foot down and ban it from the house. What do you say?” you said, squeezing your palm hard over your leg.

He let out a quiet huff of air that was akin to a dry laugh. 

“I say you’re trying to distract me which either means you’re seriously fucked up over there and not telling me or you’re trying to keep me from having a panic attack by falsely insulting my music. So-”

“Hey, I do not like country as much as you and those are facts.”

“I know you don’t yet you listen to it for me,” he said, realizing for the first time it was still playing on the radio. “Imagine if you had to die listening to music you hated.”

“I’d live out of pure spite,” you said, Jensen chuckling a little. “I promise it’s the later. Trust me. If it were bad, I’d be asking you all sorts of shit about Dee so we can shit talk your music choices in the afterlife.”

He laughed for a split second, grunting loudly and making your heart race. “Yeah, you’re okay. Or not actively dying at least.”

“Not doing that. On the negative, everything hurts but positive side, I smell like pizza and beer, two of your favorite things.”

“Always got those silver linings,” he said as you heard sirens in the distance. “Y/N?”

“Yeah, honey?”

“You know how I said my arm was cut up?” he said, swallowing thickly. The pit in your stomach dropped, eyes closing.

“How bad is it?” you whispered.

“Bad enough I wrapped my belt around my arm to stop the bleeding.”

“Be honest. Please,” you said, wishing you could do something, anything. The silence was deafening, his labored inhale the only indication that he was still awake. “How bad?”

“There’s a piece of metal sticking out of my forearm. Pretty sure it sliced through the veins in there judging by the amount of blood.” You fought back tears, taking a shaky breath. “I’m really cold and tired. But I’m gonna stay awake-”

“Write me a song. Write me a fucking country song right now,” you said, forcing your eyes open. “What’s the melody?”

“Uh, what?” he asked. “Y/N, I’m-”

“I know what you’re saying and you can stay up until dawn even when you’re exhausted when you’re working on music so you write me a damn song right now and stay the fuck awake,” you croaked out. 

“Well I need a banjo in there because I know that’s your favorite,” he teased, car doors slamming nearby. 

“You’re a dickhead,” you said, Jensen chuckling. “Alright, banjo. What else?”

“Violin and a cello somehow. You fucking love the sound of-” 

“Him first!” you shouted when you saw some boots in front of you, quickly watching them jog to his side of the car.

“Oh shit,” one of the responders said and with that, your heart truly sank, unsure if it would ever come back up.

They’d gotten Jensen out of the car first and carted off by the time you had a makeshift bandage around your thigh. Something felt off with your leg and several hours and a surgery later, your foot was in a cast. But when you woke up in post-op, Jensen wasn’t there, a nurse telling you he was still in the operation room.

So now all you could do was sit in a room in the ICU, staring out the glass door, praying you saw Jensen. It felt like the longest twenty three minutes of your life.

You shot straight up in bed when you saw a sleepy looking Jensen getting stopped in a bed outside your door.

“Whoa. I want to stay in the hot girl’s room,” he murmured, winking lazily at you. Yeah, he was definitely hopped up on something, his right arm wrapped and wrapped and wrapped in a thick mass of bandages. 

“Let’s leave her alone,” said the nurse behind the bed, pushing him forward again, making him shout. She froze, Jensen staring in your room, shaking his head out.

“That’s my wife. I want to be with her.” The nurse sighed, Jensen’s face falling. “Please,” he whispered, voice cracking.

“You can see her in a minute, I promise,” she said, pushing him along. You waited exactly four minutes before slamming the nurse button over and over, one entering your room, giving you an annoyed glare.

“You should be sleeping,” she said. “You need to rest.”

“My husband is on the other side of this wall and last time I saw him he was bleeding out so I think a five minute field trip is more than fair-”

“He’s asleep like you should be.” You stared her down, the nurse eventually relenting. “Just stay there.” She left and returned after three minutes, shoving an ipad in your hand. “We used these during the pandemic. You can facetime him for a few minutes but then you both need sleep.”

She tapped a number and a split second later, Jensen’s beat up face appeared on screen.

“Well if ain’t the hot girl calling me from her bed,” he teased, the nurse rolling her eyes and leaving. “Are you alone?”

“Yeah. How are you?” you asked. He held up his injured arm and sighed. “You’re alive and that’s what matters.”

“I’m going to need physical therapy again. Months to recover and rebuild the muscle in my forearm. I already know it. You too with that foot of yours.” He rested his head against his pillow. “What about that cut on your leg?”

“Just gotta lay off it for a bit. It’s the same leg as my broken foot so that’ll be easy.” You both just stared at each other for a moment, a mess of bruises and small cuts littering your skin. “We’ll get through this.”

“I know.” He glanced down, closing his eyes. “I didn’t realize I was bleeding so bad until you made me calm down by insulting one of the best bands in history. You saved my neck.”

“That only happened because you put your arm in front of me. It could have been so much worse and-”

“Silly girl,” he murmured, slowly forcing his eyelids open, a softness to them you weren’t expecting. “I’ll always protect you. If you get a little less hurt because I did then that’s a win for me.”

Your bottom lip wobbled, Jensen shushing you. “Don’t say things like that, Jay.”

“Says the girl who stopped me from having a full on panic attack during arguably my worst nightmare. We protect each other, that’s how it works.” You smiled, Jensen returning it. “I’m taking you to a country music festival when we’re up for it in honor of saving me.”

“I want a divorce.” 

He laughed so loud you heard it echo down the hall. He’d be okay again. You both would.

Eventually.

_________

[joyoushyuck]

requested

00:56

Your hand is raised in front of the door, about to knock, when the door clicks open on its own. Donghyuck doesn't seem surprised by your presence; his expression is morphed into one of indifference. He is wearing his glasses and that white Celine shirt he loves to wear on special occasions. His long hair curls at his nape, a few curly strands beautifully swaying at the front. You would call him gorgeous if it wasn't for the pressing situation at hand. He walks past you into the kitchen and extracts a water bottle from the fridge. You flinch when he slams the door shut.

“Donghyuck,” you try. He chugs the water down, ignoring you. “Donghyuck list-”

A thud, water on your feet and a gasp leaving your mouth, and Donghyuck storms past you back into the bedroom. The blue baby shark bottle lays a few inches away from your legs with a broken hinge and a crack near the top.

You bite your lips in an attempt to keep your tears at bay. You brought this on yourself, you have no right to cry. If forgetting your anniversary was not enough of a fault, you went on to blame it on your workload and blame him for being upset. Not your smartest move.

Dejected, you walk back to the couch and lay down. You haven't slept properly in ages, you really were preoccupied with an important project at work, but even that isn't a good reason to stop doing the bare minimum. Donghyuck's anger is justified.

You don't have a blanket; no amount of hugging yourself provides you the warmth that Donghyuck’s body exudes. The pit of your stomach feels hollow with dread; the guilt weighs you down and threatens to swallow your being. After an hour of twisting and turning, you give up on the idea of sleep. There's no way you can sleep peacefully without resolving this conflict. Your throat constricts and heart sinks at the prospect of Donghyuck ending this relationship for his own good.

So you walk up to the door resolutely. If Donghyuck continues to give you the silent treatment, you know your resolve will take a hit pretty soon. However, doing something to show that you care is better than doing nothing.

“Hyuck,” you start, only to hear your voice crack. It pains you as much as it pains him to have landed in such a predicament. “I'm sorry, Donghyuck, it's my fault. Please, just open the door.”

You are met with silence. Did he fall asleep already? It seemed unlikely but you couldn't rule out the possibility.

“Hyuck, are you awake? Baby? Just please answer me.”

Still no response. But then, something drops, and you hear the old bed squeak, his feet shuffle and the spring in your mattress dip. So he's awake.

“Donghyuck, love, please talk to me.” You cringe at the desperation in your own voice. “I am sorry, I know I fucked up Hyuck. Shout at me, hit me, just-”

You clutch your hair, your back sliding against the door and butt hitting the cold floor. A shiver runs down your spine. Was it winter already?

“Just don't be quiet, please.”

You bury your face in your hands in a last ditch attempt to keep the sobs under control. It didn't seem to be working in your favour. The stress at work seems to be finally catching upto you as well. Donghyuck needs space. He doesn't need you annoying him now when all this could have been prevented had you been more mindful of your actions. You accept your fate and curl into a bundle, deciding to give it a rest for now.

That's how Donghyuck finds you a few hour laters.

You are hugging your knees close to your chest, head resting uncomfortably on the hard floor. When he takes a closer look, he can see the dried streak of tears on your cheek. You are trembling, and he realises you haven't even switched the heater on. Something in him breaks at the sight of you like this.

“Hey, baby,” he gently taps your cheek to wake you up. “Baby, you can't sleep here, come in.”

You make a little noise. He is met with the uncontrollable urge to coo at you, but stops himself given the situation.

“Wake up doll,” he tries again. “You are going to have a terrible back pain at this rate.”

You blink your eyes open sluggishly after a few moments. Donghyuck isn't wearing his glasses anymore and his hair is mussed up. “Hyuck?” You ask, your sleep muddled brain still not catching up. “Is everything alright?”

Donghyuck sighs, his fingers gently caressing your cheek. He loved you too much to stay mad at you for long, no matter what you did.

“Come sleep on the bed baby. We'll talk about the rest in the morning. Come in now.”

[wmuffy]

2:14AM:; define love pairing:; geto suguru; fluff content! summary:; love, typically it takes the experience to understand the significance | lower case intended wc: 804

2:14AM

BANG BANG BANG

is it getting annoying yet? nah.

her eyes instantly cracks open and she’s shooting to sit up within her bed. it’s too damn late.. it’s always too damn late.

“sugu?” her words are hushed.. mumbles as she practically speaks to herself rubbing the palm of her hand against her eyes in an attempt to knock the blur from her sight.

it doesn’t take long for her to slide out the bed and the chillin wood panels of her flooring to send a jolt up her spine. she groans aloud as she’s slugging to her dorm door and clicking the lock open.

time hardly passes when a hand is slipping within the room before the person itself, time hardly passes before suguru has his arms around yn’s waist and his head in the crook of her neck.. no, time hardly ever passes when she’s with him. or at least she wishes it doesn’t.

“you have to stop doing this.” she’s still mumbling, her eyes are still hazy and she’s still extremely exhausted. but she’ll stay up for awhile longer, suguru is here.

“i’m sorry, pretty.” pretty, he’s always called her pretty. he says it so much it’s beginning to get overlooked as a compliment and seen as her new name.. yeah, that’s her new name.

her weight practically falls on him, he chuckles slightly and if love had a sound it’ll probably sound like that. or maybe it does? who knows. “did i wake you?” his voice is music to her ears, clique? i know, but it’s real.

“mm.” she hums and she knows every thought she ever has of him he can reciprocate and say he’s had it of her just by the way he pulls her in tighter. “i’m sorry.” he mumbles but this time his lips touch her neck after he speaks.

her chest instantly heats. no matter how many times his lips touched her she believes she’ll light up everytime. “satoru forgot to put up the curtain again.. you know yaga, lecturing n’ shit.” he shakes his head lightly in her neck slightly recalling the event.

it’s astonishing how they’re now third years and satoru still fails to lift the curtain.. but that’s besides the point.

yn chuckles slightly before she’s backing herself away from the male, he looks as if he stopped by his dorm before arriving to hers. his hair looks freshly washed and he’s not dressed in his uniform. he smiles slightly before his hand lands on the top of her head.

“we should get some sleep.” he says, and he’s shutting the door with his other hand. he locks it without even looking away from her and it’s obvious how many times they’ve found themself in this predicament.

it’s odd honestly. odd how no matter how independent she is and how rebellious she finds herself to be suguru is capable of silencing her almost every single time. there is no smart remarks, there is no ‘i’ll do it myself’ when he’s there to tell her he’ll do it before she even thinks of it.

it’s so odd how one person was capable of having her act like those cheesy couples you’d see walking the streets holding hands that used to make her cringe. hell, if she knew how it felt being that cheesy couple years ago she’d never dare speak foul on them.

if she knew the feeling of a man much larger than her holding her into his chest as if she was the most delicate and fragile antique piece of art on the market every single night, the idea of speaking down on those couples would never even surface her mind.

“are you hot?” his voice is quiet as he shifts besides her tangling his legs with hers. his arm thrown around her middle as he holds the blanket close to the two of them. her head is placed besides his chest as her knees are tucked within him, her hum tells him she’s fine. “okay.” he mumbles and his head falls atop of hers.

if she knew how rich love felt the second she first blinked her eyes she’d never in her life ever question why that girl always act like a child when she’s with her significant other. if she knew how rich love felt never would she have questioned why that girl allowed her significant other chance after chance to redeem himself. because never in her life did she believe love could allow one to feel as if life was perfect when in reality it crumbled behind them.

love. she hopes everybody can experience this one day.

“i love you.” he mumbles and his lips touch the top of her head, that warm feeling resurfaces in her chest.

“i love you too.” she reciprocates.

this is love.

first time doing a timestamp and no i dont know if i did it right :D trying to pretend like i know what im doing on here when in reality i dont know shit, also i made this in like 20 mins and didn’t proof read so if you see errors please point them out to me! thank you all sm for the support!

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[daydreamingyuta]

[4:14 pm] Haechan

"I dare you to kiss me." Haechan says, taking you away from your book.

"You dare me to kiss you?" You say, laughing.

"Yes, please."

"We're literally married."

"Yeah, we’re married and you've literally only given me like three kisses today." He pouts.

Haechan was being needy, and this was your favorite version of your husband. Of course, you obliged giving him kisses to his hearts content.

His lips always feel like honey. The warmth coming off of him, comforts you, even in the summer heat.

He always cups your cheeks into his hands when he's kissing you, which you have always adored, even though you've never told him.

You pull apart from the kiss slightly, cupping his hands that are still on your face, as you scrunch your nose at him. He rolls his eyes at you. If it was anyone else seeing him do this, they might think he was annoyed with you, but you know better. You know that his eye rolls are reserved for when you do something that he finds adorable.

“When did you get so cute?”

“I’ve always been cute.”

He tilts his head as he admires you, "Hm, my pretty wife."