#wc: 382

[lgchyoseop]

fruits and sweets

"i'll create this for us"

...

since not living with his parents anymore, hyoseop hasn’t really celebrated his birthday, often almost forgetting it. during his trainee days he was often too busy to celebrate, and though he’s perhaps more busy now as an idol, his birthday will finally be celebrated again. it feels weird, but in a good way, that strangers will celebrate his birthday, wish him happy birthday, and creating a drink and a dessert for an event for them is truly the least he can do.

when the one behind the camera signals that they’re ready to film, hyoseop finally starts his introduction. “ah! hello everybody, this is type zero’s cha hyoseop, i’m here to prepare for my birthday event, and will try my best at coming up with a drink and a dessert, i want to say, thank you to anyone who joins my birthday event, i’ll promise to attempt taking good selfies for the photocards along with making a good dessert-drink combo”.

“should we start with the drink?” he says as he looks at the barista, and with a nod and a few steps, they’re by his side. “i was thinking i would like an iced-tea with a combination of some fruits, i love iced-tea, and it’s even better during the summer”. “my favourite iced tea flavour is peach, so i wanted to include that, but i want another fruit along with it too”. the bartender begins listing out fruits and hyoseop listens carefully. “wait! stop there! peach and mango iced tea, that sounds good, doesn’t it? i think that’s what i’ll choose for a drink!”. he hums “we need a name for it too though… what about ‘beach dreams’?, a mango-peach iced tea sounds like something i would dream for during a trip to the beach”.

“hmm, we have to think about the dessert now? one of my favourite desserts is churros, but… i think it would be boring to have just churros, how can we spice it up? we could serve it with soft-ice maybe? or marshmallows or… wait” he runs a hand through his hair “maybe this is a terrible idea, maybe it’s not, what about a churros cheesecake? we could call it ‘churr’e cheesy’ it sounds like ‘you’re cheesy’”. “i think we’re done then? i’ve created my drink and dessert”.

[deadlyminded]

There always comes a time when rest is necessary.  Zelkov loathes these moments - they're little pockets of forced idleness, and often they sneak up on him so deviously that he doesn't have time to prepare for the wretched silence.

Such is now.  An Elusian that has lived both sides of the proverbial tracks, Zelkov is no stranger to the savage snowstorm that has whipped up.  He takes shelter in a cave, deep enough that the snow won't bother him, but close enough to see perfectly when it finally lets up.

He's started a fire.  He's managed a thin, fatty sort of stew using the nearest available animal, and he's comfortable enough to ride it out.

He just hopes it doesn't last.

This task he's been given is not one that has a time limit.  In fact, the issuer of this job joked darkly that it could be Zelkov's last employment at all - that the vicious wolf will claim him, too.

That's fine.  One of them will die - hunter or hunted - and while Zelkov would prefer it isn't him for the sake of those he'd leave behind, it would be a lie to say he would not be content with that outcome.

He leans over to stir the stew and then leans back to work more on his disinterested carving.  He prepared only one wood block for any idleness, and it seems likely that he'll be done with it far before the snow finishes.

Then, movement in the corner of his vision.  Without moving his body, while still pressing his knife to wood in a practiced motion, golden eyes dart to examine the source.  It's no woodland creature.  It's a man.

It's a hulking beast of a man, large enough to obscure most of the cave's entrance.  The fire does little to illuminate his silhouette against the whiteout outside, but the typical furs Zelkov has learned are customary in Faerghus are obvious enough.  To his eye, the man seems a fellow traveler, of sorts, though this is certainly no ordinary meeting place.

He remains still, except for the push of his knife and the sliver of wood that falls to the floor beside him.

“If you are here for a cup of stew, you will have to ask nicely,” he tells the stranger.

@duchaisruin

man's best friend, hound's worst foe

wolf hunt au

[haeminlgc]

project sd: reflection

Good morning, Haemin-ssi. We are about half-way through our rehearsal period at this point. How are you feeling?

"Good morning. I'm feeling... good. It is a lot work and a lot of the experiences are new for me since I'm more familiar with being on camera rather than on a stage performing for a live audience but all my cast mates have been extremely generous with their time and patience and have helped me along the way. I feel like I will be able to do justice to role that I've been assigned."

To build on that, what are your thoughts on your character, Yeo Woon?

"When I learned that I had been cast as Yeo Woon, a character that is an antagonist and an integral part of the story, I felt flattered. This will be my first time playing a character like this, someone who seems like a friend on the surface but harbours secrets and darkness deep inside. Does this darkness make Yeo Woon truly evil since he is willing to tread on the dark side, or is trying to create a better world but going about it in a less than savoury way? It's been an interesting journey to bring both those sides out on stage and I would like for the audience to feel that he was a complex character."

What would you say your strengths and weaknesses as an actor have been so far?

"I would consider my inexperience my biggest flaw but I am determined to learn and grow so that I can showcase an even better version of myself in the future, whether it be on stage or on screen. My greatest strength as an actor is my ability to memorise a script fairly quickly, as well as the stage directions for this particular project. I also would say that I take direction well and am open trying many things."

For the rest of the rehearsals, what areas will you be focusing on?

"I will be focusing on my sword skills and fight choreography since that is a big part of my character as well as trying to build up and differentiate the light, friend side and the dark, assassin side of Yeo Woon through different forms of physicality such as gestures, expressions, and postures."

[bechaerin]

✦ * · ˚ NEXT GEN: INTERVIEW (EP. 5)

when chaerin first signed up to be a special coach on next gen, she didn't expect to be the one to grow alongside the contestants. it's been quite a long journey, and she's had to make up her training time on the weekends. however, she enjoyed helping out the contestants and watching them improve with each performance they put on. if axis labels was to hold another next gen, she wouldn't hesitate to participate as a special coach again. that's how rewarding this experience had been for her.

it's been a pretty long journey. what are your thought on wrapping up next gen?

"i wasn't even the one participating, but it was pretty exhausting, so i can't imagine how it was for the contestants. i felt responsible for them, so i tried my best to help them as much as i can. a lot of them came into the show without much experience, which was how i started as a trainee as well, so i think i was able to help them from my own personal experience."

was there anything in particular you tried to help out with for this final round?

"seeing how the group had to perform an original song, i tried my best to make sure everybody had their basic skills down. in the previous rounds, it was a little less obvious if someone was lacking skill-wise because there was another mission given with the performance, such as creativity or concept. however, that wasn't the case with this round, which is why i believed that perfecting everybody's basic skills was necessary."

do you have any final words you'd like to share?

"to all the contestants, congratulations for making it this far! i hope you got to perform during this last round with no regrets. to my fellow special coaches, we really worked hard, didn't we? hopefully we've all grown this experience as well. and to our viewers! thank you for tuning in until the end! this was my first time greeting you all as a trainee, too, and i hope you continue to look forward to me as well."

with that, her last interview came to an end. she wished she had better things to say, but chaerin likes to believe her sincerity got passed along through this interview.

[emisluvr]

‎ when we touch ◜ᯅ◝ s . jy

심재윤 as your needy and desperate bf ! ⭑ ── wc. 382 ୨ৎ mature drabble ✧ w. smut ( 18+ mdni! ) , begging , dirty talk , explicit language , unprotected p in v ✴︎ tysm for 2k+ notes on my first post ! <3

you lie in your shared bed with jake, on the verge of falling asleep, until you feel him shift and lay right in front of you.

his hands start to wander all over your body, fingertips caressing every inch of your skin, silently stating just how needy he is. "hi, love, don't sleep yet, please…" he whispers, voice soft but undeniably begging for your attention.

"m-mmph," you mumble in response, pretending to roll over until he gently grabs your wrist, looking up at you with those brown doe eyes—irresistible and full of desperation.

"no, no, don't do that…" he whines, breath hitching. you look away, debating if you should give in to him. "i can't—i need you," he begs, voice low, desperate. "just... just ride me, please, baby. i'll be good, i swear…"

and that’s exactly what you wanted to hear. his eyes light up as he watches you get up, making him lie down flat on his back, ready to let you take control.

you pull his sweatpants down to his thighs, watching his leaking cock spring free, then slip your panties off, letting them fall to the floor.

you lower yourself onto his length, feeling his cock fill you up, your warm, wet pussy taking in all of his inches. he shuts his eyes, letting out a soft groan.

"yeah, baby, just like that..." he whispers. your hips grind down on him, taking your time, dragging the pleasure out.

his breath hitches again, and he tries to hold on, but the desperation in his voice breaks free. "f-faster, baby, please..." he pleads. you start to quicken your pace, moving up and down faster, making him gasp as his hands tug at your oversized t-shirt.

"you feel so fucking good..." he groans, his hands moving to grip your hips tightly as you fuck him, the sound of skin slapping and breathy moans filling the room.

"don't stop, baby, please don't stop," he whispers, eyes half-lidded as he feels like he’s entered a new dimension of pleasure. with each thrust perfectly hitting your g-spot, as well as his cock twitching inside you, it signaled you both were close to cumming.

"quiet." you murmur, finger brushing his lips as you fuck yourself harder on him, bringing both of you closer to the edge.

© emisluvr 2025. all rights reserved.

[anothermansjeans]

How abt Spencer getting a lot of texts while in a meeting an hitch being the strict high school teacher he is takes Spencer's phone but its just singer!reader in dress rehearsal who just wants to show her bf her outfits

Like the lover bodysuit and others but just a lot of glitter :))

<33

-XXX-

~W~

this is a little short but i loved writing it!!

cw: lover bodysuits, hotch knows he's torturing spencer LMAOO

wc: 382

singer!reader masterlist

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“Reid, is there something more important you need to focus on?”

When Hotch called him out, he could feel the blood drain from his face. When going in today, Spencer assumed it would be a normal paperwork day, so when you asked if you could send him pictures of different outfits for tour to get his opinion, he said “of course”. The problem happened when you kept messaging him, and the team got an emergency case. Your enthusiasm was shining through the messages and he felt bad telling you it had to wait, so he simply sneaked a peek at his phone every now and then while they were sitting at the round table.

The outfits you sent were all bodysuits, most of them a different shade of pink with some silver, purple, or blue thrown in here and there, but his favorite had a mix of all colors, making it look iridescent. They all looked gorgeous (and he could only imagine them on you), but he made sure to express his love for that one.

Thinking about it now, he should have just been honest with you. It would've made this moment a lot less embarrassing– he wouldn't even be in this situation to begin with.

“Um, uh, no. No, no, I’m sorry.”

From next to him, he could hear Derek whisper, “that's code for Y/N,” and he promptly kicked him, making the slightly older man grunt in pain.

Hotch sighed, holding out his hand, “come on.”

“What?” his voice was pitchy and if he wasn't so flustered he would be able to see the small smirk forming on Hotch’s face.

“The phone. We need your undivided attention right now. I’ll give it back afterwards.”

Spencer tentatively placed the phone in his outstretched hand, but luck wasn't on his side before one of your messages went through at that exact time, causing Hotch to look down.

It was another photo of you, this time in a pink and purple bodysuit, clad with fringe on your hips… yes, your hips. You decided to put this one of all outfits on. Hotch chuckled at the situation, while Spencer shrunk in his seat. He knows once he tells you about this you'll die of laughter, and honestly, he was looking forward to it.

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singer!reader taglist: @itsleilabxtch @wietske27 @taylorswiftilovecowboylikeme @marshatesthisreality @ladylincoln @delightfulmakerpiegiant @chericherrypie @punksnotdeadbutiam @stillhere197

let me know if you would like to be added or removed!!

[moviestarmartini]

bitch, is that my sweater? - jude bellingham x reader

summary: in which jude needs a specific pull over for an interview and can't find it. in fact, he can't find any of his sweaters.

wc: 382

A/N: a really short blurb i've been writing for a while ! no warning since its just really fluffy.

jude had changed your contact name to sweater klepto for a reason.

but it wasn’t even your fault, he loved seeing how his clothes would fit on you

he took every opportunity to dress you up in his outerwear: you were cold? here’s a sweater. got your top dirty? cover it up with this cardigan. you want a snack after sex? wear this hoodie before you go to the kitchen.

so imagine his surprise when he had an event and couldn’t find the matching hoodie to the sweatpants he was currently wearing.

it didn’t take him long to put two and two together and pick up the rest of his things before heading to your place.

“hi my love!” his jaw slacked open as you were wearing the same forest green adidas pullover he was supposed to be wearing for the interview that night “oh look, we’re twinning!”

“that’s mine!” he pointed, flabbergasted.

you laughed as he pressed his lips into an unimpressed line, “no shit sherlock! you gave it to me last week!”

you watched as he gently moved you out the doorway and made way for your bedroom, following after him.

jude threw the door to your closet open, mouth agape once more at the sheer amount of his outerwear you had neatly folded. “ten?!” he pointed to the closet before turning to you. “eleven!” he pointed to the fuzzy number you were wearing

“oh c’mon! you handed them willingly!” you raised your brows, unimpressed by his behavior. “you said i looked cute in them!”

jude seemed to think about his next words for a while, index finger pressed against his chin. “ah, fuck it.” He shook off the standoffish feel his crossed arms were giving, instead pulling you into his arms and snuggling you close.

“I could never be mad at you.” He pressed a kiss to your temple.

“But can I have that one back? I have an interview in about an hour.”

“I can loan it to you,” You nodded wisely, to his surprise. “For about a kiss per minute of use.”

Jude couldn’t help but laugh. You really were something else, weren’t you? The only person to make his heart flutter with your wittiness. “Whatever you ask for, my special girl”

[t-r99]

Spoiling You

Mikage Reo x fem reader

warning: a little smut

I hate the word lingerie so fucking much, it's like, *writes the word lingerie* ". . . uhm . . . . . . . . . hold up." *googles it* "okay, I got it right."

wc: 382

Reo has the entire world within his reach, more money than he could ever spend and his little love that he can spoil until the end of time.

It doesn't matter what it is. If it exists, he will get it for you.

By far, his favourite thing to get you is some good old lingerie. You look so pretty in everything he buys. Sometimes it's just a bra and a pair of underwear, sometimes he gets a garter along with it, sometimes a corset and, dear God, does the sight of you in one make his mouth water. He loves seeing you in a lacy bodysuit that sits on your body perfectly.

The best thing Reo knows is getting you a sexy set and a robe along with it. He sits on the bed and almost shivers with excitement and anticipation and waits until you finally walk in with the robe on.

It never gets old.

He will never get tired of it.

The best thing Reo knows in life is watching you slowly open up the robe and show off your otherworldly body with something he got you on.

You're so beautiful like this. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth and smile, a pink tint on your cheeks.

Reo stares at you hungrily, his pants growing tighter. "Hey, beautiful." He whispers when you finally walk up to him, pulling you down on his lap.

"Oh, you like it?" You hold his face in your soft hands and caress his flushed cheeks.

Reo's large hands are on your plush thighs and he moves them up your hips where he squeezes hard, urging you to move. "Fuck, you're so sexy." He guides your hips back and forth in small movements, the friction against his aching cock already threatening to make him cum.

You move your hands down to his chest and push lightly.

Damn, Reo really loves it when you ride him while wearing a sexy piece he got you. You look extra hot when wearing purple.

His colour.

He can't handle the sight of you clad in his colour and bouncing up and down on his thick cock that shapes your insides after him and only him.

Reo loves spoiling you, especially when it comes to something so intimate.

[bradleysass]

Bone - @rosekillermicrofic - wc: 382 - Mortician!Evan

Evan doesn’t even look up when he hears the telltale sound of something clattering to the floor. He just exhales through his nose and keeps stitching, guiding the needle through pale, stiff flesh with the precision of an artist.

“Barty.”

Silence. Then, a barely suppressed chuckle.

Evan sighs. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing.”

Another clatter. Evan finally lifts his gaze, only to find Barty crouched on the tile floor, a disturbingly pleased grin stretching his face. In his hands are two bones—femurs, from the way he’s handling them like drumsticks. There’s a half-assembled skeleton on a gurney beside him, missing a few key pieces.

Evan doesn’t have to ask.

“Why are you playing with Mr. Holloway?”

Barty shrugs, tapping the bones together like a makeshift percussion instrument. “I got bored.”

Evan stares. “So you dismantled a skeleton?”

“It was already in pieces,” Barty defends, as if that makes it any better. “I’m just… reorganizing.”

Evan presses a hand to his temple. “Barty—”

“Look!” Barty interrupts, grinning like a lunatic as he holds up two finger bones and waggles them at Evan. “Mr. Holloway is giving you jazz hands!”

Evan squeezes his eyes shut, inhaling deeply. “I swear to Merlin—”

“Come on, Ev,” Barty drawls, tossing one of the femurs into the air and catching it like a baton. “You spend all day poking around in dead people. At least I’m making it fun.”

“You are not making it fun,” Evan says flatly. “You are actively making my life harder.”

Barty gasps theatrically. “Are you saying my company isn’t a blessing upon your cold, dead heart?”

Evan glares. “If you make me clean up one more corpse puzzle, I will kill you.”

Barty beams. “And then you’d have to embalm me. How romantic.”

Evan seriously considers smacking him with a ribcage.

Instead, he snatches the femur out of Barty’s hand and shoves it back onto the gurney. “Put Mr. Holloway back together properly or get out.”

Barty sighs, dragging his feet as he reluctantly returns the bones. “Fine, fine. You’re so fussy.”

Evan mutters something about psychotic boyfriends and their lack of respect for the dead before returning to his work. Barty, for once, behaves—though Evan doesn’t miss the way he sneaks a pinky bone into his pocket before whistling innocently.

[puck-luck]

Can you do Cole caufield, clubs, and 5?

warnings: dom!cole, choking, exhibitionism, unprotected p in v

wc: 382

“Shh-shh-shh,” Cole coos in your ear. His light touch on the front of your neck is in direct contrast with the brutal clap of his hips against your behind. He’s got you bent over the sink in the bathroom of the bar, fucking into you from the back and gripping your throat to keep you close. “Be quiet, baby. I can’t have everyone hearing you.”

You whimper at the thought. When you’d first started dating Cole, you’d loved how sweet and genuine and goofy he seemed. He still is sweet, genuine, and goofy, but you had been surprised by how dominant and outgoing he can be in bed.

He was the first to bring up exhibition. He was supportive when you’d admitted that you’d been thinking about choking, but you’d never done it before. Cole had been careful to see what you like before he started pushing at your boundaries, like he is doing now. He’s teasing you so much that you want to take his wrist and fix his hand securely on the column of your throat. You want to curl his fingers around your windpipe and leave them there until you’re seeing stars.

But, if he does, you’ll lose your inhibitions. That’s what Cole says, at least– when he chokes you, noises will fall from your lips for everyone to hear. You never recall the noises, if you’re being honest. He might be right, and most likely is, because you always get nice and hazy when Cole deprives you of your breath.

“Sweet girl, do you like the sound of that?” Cole teases, angling his hips up as he continues thrusting. “You like the idea of everyone hearing how slutty you are for me?”

You moan again, tipping your head back.

Cole cups your chin and draws your body upright, plastering your body against his. His other hand sneaks between your legs, middle and ring fingers circling your clit. “I don’t want them to hear you,” he murmurs with a slight pout to his tone. “You’re mine, baby.” His fingers on your chin inch up to your mouth, finding their way between your lips. “If you’re gonna make noise, you have to moan around my fingers. Get ‘em nice and wet for me while I come in this pretty pussy.”

[vinylfoxbooks]

25 Days of Jegumas | Day 1 | Day 5 December 6 - Fireplace | @noblehouseofgay | wc: 382

“You’re lucky that you don’t get sick from how long you were outside,” Regulus whispers to his partner, watching Pete run a little car all along Harry’s leg and up onto his stomach.

James huffs a soft laugh, “You’d take care of me.”

“If you would let me,” he rolls his eyes, “You are incredibly stubborn about being taken care of.” 

“Or if you don’t want to get sick.” 

“We live together,” he rolls his eyes, “and we have a son together, if anyone in this household gets sick, I will too. I don’t think it’s that wild to believe that I might be willing to take care of you if you were sick.” 

They shake their head, “I’m not going to get sick, that’s just not how that works.” They hum, curling more into him -- they have a magical ability to curl up into the smallest ball possible to lean into their husband -- and Regulus relishes in the warmth. He’s always cold, nothing new, and he loves nothing more than curling up with his partner and his son in front of the fireplace. He finds his chest feeling even warmer at the scene of the people with him, though he’s likely not as pleased with it as his partner. Seeing Sirius and Remus settled together, Peter playing with his son.

His son who is happy and smiley and bright and nothing like Regulus himself or Sirius when they were younger because his parents have cultivated a good environment for him to grow up in. A comforting and accepting and loving and warm household. The same kind of household that Regulus found in the Potters when he and James started dating. The same kind of household that Regulus had been so worried that he wouldn’t be able to create with his own background.

But he’s here, although he could do with his friends being there with him as well. He has a wonderful son, a wonderful husband, warmth and love, and his brother with him. 

“You alright?” James whispers to him after a while, breaking him from his thoughts.

Regulus nods, “I’m good.” 

“Penny for the thoughts in your pretty little head?” 

“Just happy to be here, I’m comfortable.” James smiles softly at him, leaning into his body as much as possible.

Day 7

[luminique]

Marks from the past

☆ wriothesley x gn!reader

☆ soft, fluff, mentions of him having scars (mainly had the one of his neck in mind) wc: 382, not proofread !

☆ wanted to write something more casual because i am sick for wriothesley. i think about kissing his scars so much. everyday, i wake up and do not see him in bed with me and i cry ╯︿╰ here is the long awaited fluff hehe (^人^)

Wriothesley and his scars that he would adamantly refuse to tell you about. Even if you persistently asked him about it, after months of being together, he wouldn’t tell you more than a silly story like he always does. Not wanting you to be worried, why should you be worried over memories that happened years ago that seemed to never fade?

“My love, you know the cause for this scar. I told you already.” He’d tell you as you both lay in bed together. His shirt was slightly unbuttoned, as your finger traced down the scar.

“Mmh… perhaps a reminder is much needed.” Hearing your quiet response, he immediately let out a soft sigh. A gentle smile on his lips as he looks at you, so persistent in wanting to know.

A lightbulb clicked in his head. A tilt of your head upwards with his fingers on your chin and that handsome smirk of his. “A kiss for it. Sounds like a fair trade, don’t you think?”

It was so easy for him to exploit your love for him. Who could blame him? He’s just as in love with you as you were for him. As it goes below, so should it above. A payment for information, albeit a childish and silly one.

A sweet kiss on his lips then on his scar and he instantly loosened up. How could he resist your sweet kisses?

“Alright alright. This one was from serving my time in the Fortress. It was just from a fight to protect my vision, y’know how people can be when they see one. Power hungry, wanting control, I had to fight ‘em.” He said in a quiet tone, almost as if he was embarrassed and regretted it. Or perhaps he was reminded of that difficult time in his life. Either way, he believed you deserved to hear the truth. You were his beloved after all.

A sympathetic smile paired with another kiss on the lips from you. He deserves love after all those years. Even if he doesn’t want to remember, his body does. But he knows you’ll love him even if he was covered in scars and bruises and he’ll love you for always caring for him, even if the scar was as small as a paper cut.

©luminique do not repost or copy ! thank you so much for reading <3

[atimeofyourlife]

Helping the pain slip away

@bucktommyfluffebruary day 11/alternative prompt: couch cuddles | rated: g | wc: 382 | ao3 Buck is recovering from a migraine and cuddling on the couch is the best cure

Buck was miserable curled up on the couch, still recovering from the migraine that had struck three days prior. He didn't get migraines often, but ever since the lightning strike he would get a handful each year that would knock him on his ass for days. At least it had moved on from the headache to the hangover phase of it, so he was no longer shut in the guest room with the blinds closed hiding from any hint of noise or light, with a bucket stationed near his head for the frequent bouts of nausea.

He was just stuck with the fatigue and confusion, and the aches all over his body that always came after his migraines, leaving him unable to do much but lay on the couch with the tv on low. He'd learned not to push himself as he recovered from the migraines, and learned it the hard way. With his first few migraines, he tried to push himself to get back to normal as soon as the pain was over, pushing himself through the postdrome. But that often triggered a second migraine attack, especially if he was at work.

He looked up as he heard the door unlock, Tommy getting home from his shift.

"Hey, baby." He said quietly.

"Hey." Tommy broke into a wide grin when he saw Buck. "You're up. How're you feeling now?"

"Better. I still feel like I've been hit by a truck, though." Buck admitted. "But I have been able to eat more than just crackers."

"That's good." Tommy joined Buck on the couch, nudging him to sit up a little so he could sit down, and pulling him back against his chest. He started to run his fingers through Buck's curls, who let out a contented hum in response.

"Thank you for taking such good care of me when the migraine hit, even though it disrupted our plans." Buck said as he cuddled up against Tommy, not wanting to move from the embrace of his man's arms.

"You don't have to thank me for that, baby. I'll always take care of you, no matter how many dates we have to reschedule." Tommy kissed Buck's birthmark, and they were both happy to stay like that, cuddled together on the couch for the evening.

[mollyeep]

new wc manga spoilers //

huge fan of these illustrations so far :3

new novel is out now in the graphic novels folder :3

[melsvt]

— choi san as associate professor (wc: 382)

★ this one shot story is inspired by this tiktok! i don't know if anyone has already wrote something like this, so please inform me if it's already written!

★ professor!san x gn!reader (?)

★ warnings: —

★ including: fluff, soft san as a professor.

★ melsvt's note: hey, please leave a request if you want me to write more!! love you.

ateez masterlist

it was not unexpected for most of the students to fill the lecture hall for the english class. no, don't get it wrong, they are not there for the classes and education. well some of them are but most of them only there to observe the universitys youngest, top trending professor choi.

but there are always some things that you never know about your professors. "So, this is all for today! I am hoping to see all of your assignments in my e-mail. The due date is Friday, so make sure to send them on time, I don't want any excuses. I prefer to receive the assignments before 9pm."

as professor choi was about to walk off the class, some of the students spoke. "but sir, i thought we were not gonna have assignments?"

he stopped and turned his head to the student that just spoke. with a bright smile, he answered "i am afraid that's what you should do since you are here to learn"

he didn't listen to any other student, he was excited to go back home and relax for the whole evening.

"good days, professor choi!" said a voice in front of him. he looked up to see professor park.

"you too! professor park"

as he arrived to his home, he was welcomed by byeol. his cat.

"byeol, i missed you my love" he patted the cats head, played with byeol and get up to see his fiancee.

after a small walk around home, he found his fiancee working on the kitchen. upon hugging from behind them, he pressed a small kiss to their cheeks, only for them to turn around and hug san.

"i missed you" he said, breaking up the hug and replacing his hands on their shoulders. "did you know what happened today?"

his fiancee smiled before asking, "what is it again? you got another love confession?"

he nodded. "this one was from one of the professors, i assume. she was quite old to be a student so i thought she was a professor but i am not sure."

his fiancee, with the eyebrows crossed. talked. "you and your never ending love confessions, we should buy you a new ring. immediately"

he laughed with your jealousy. "i will wear one from now on, don't worry."

[citysweet]

一 sniffing chris' pits

♡ HEAR ME OUT IK IT SOUNDS WEIRD BUT LISTEN also cause every one of my friends that have ever been in a relationship say their boyfriends "musk" smells good so

♡ wc 382

ok so he just came back from practice and you've been waiting for him after an entire day of just wanting to be held by him.

he wasn't extremely sweaty, but you could feel the thin layer on his skin when you buried your face into his neck and your arms wrapped around him.

you inhale deeply and close your eyes when you feel his hands on your waist. "babygirl wait, i'm all sweaty." he says with a laugh, but you bury your face further. "don't care, missed you."

you mummer and he picks you up. you legs wrap around his waist as he leads you two to the couch, sitting down. "i missed you more princess, but i should go shower." he says and you pull your face from his neck, looking up at him.

you shake your head, "it's fine, you smell good." to which he laughs at, "good?" you giggle and nod, lifting your hands to pull the black beanie off his head. you run your fingers through his slightly damp hair, admiring his features.

"whatever you say angel." you smile and gently push him down onto his back. your smaller frame lays on top of his and your head lays on his chest, softly smiling up at him. he brushes his hand over your hair, his eyes completely filled with love.

you scoot down his body and slightly to the left, nuzzling into the small space between his arm and his waist. your nose buried into his armpit when you breath in. he laughs again, "baby what are you doing?" he sits up slightly to look down at you.

you don't answer, breathing in his warm scent. you slither your arms under his back, clinging onto him. your voice comes out muffled when you answer, "nothing, stop moving." he gives in and lets you smell him, silently wondering why you enjoyed it so much.

he doesn't question you though, whatever makes his girl happy. once you've pulled away, he smiles down at you. "you done?" you laugh, nuzzling into his chest with a nod. "can we go shower now?"

"mhm." he picks you back up and carry's you to the bathroom.

then you two had a lovely shower, spent cleaning each other off. or getting sweatier, who knows?

© citysweet 5:35 092223

一 please tell me someone gets it the way i do