#wc: 519

[behyunki]

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"they say life is full of paradox / all you gott do is gettin' used to this marathon" WINTER FLOWER - younha ft. rm

the day his mother's broke the news that one of his grandmother's was sick, and they were moving to south korea was a day hyunki could never forget. he was only 12 when they sat himself, his twin brother, and their little sister down to explain. up until that point, they all had lived peacefully together in los angeles, one mom was creating and selling art while the other taught. they were all so settled in their neighborhood, their schools.

it didn't take hyunki long to figure out that who he was in california was not going to be the same person he presented himself to be in south korea. his korean was okay, his eomma had taught all of them since birth, with their other mom being in charge of the english. the amount of korean used around the house had increased greatly since the news a month prior. still, when he stepped into elementary school (after having started middle school already in the states) that day, with not many kids willing to speak to him or sungki. they were pushed behind a year, the school claiming it would give them time to learn the language better and play catch up with other students easier than going back into middle school.

it was so different than at home where they both had large groups of friends that intertwined and they spent all their free time with. it took weeks to really settle at the school, for those who sat around them in class to open up to them, give them a chance. some of them thought it was cool they were from california and could speak english.

everyone here was more close-minded, at least that was hyunki's opinion. a few weeks after having moved, they were in a toy store when hyunki had picked up a doll and told his mother's as he had so many times before how pretty the doll was, fingers running over its face and hair with a content smile. there was another set of parents in the aisle, who he remembered giving him a strange look before whispering between themselves. it had confused him until that night both his parents had to explain that while they lived in a very foreign friendly neighborhood in itaewon, things were different. it was his first real understanding that he was somehow very different than the other boys his age, even his own brother.

while jang hyunki was always noted as the foreign kid from california, he did settle nicely. the language barrier dropped as he began to use korean more and english less, and eventually he found a balance of what was socially acceptable here and what needed to be toned down in order for him to be safe. the move was jarring, to say the least, and not one he had expected. while this country was his eomma's home land, it didn't support the lives they had lived in america. they all had to adjust rapidly.

this was his new life, and he would just have to figure out the new normal along the way.

[jayparked]

99 Jungwon

warnings: f2l, inexperienced reader, oral (m.rec.), corruption kink

wc: 519

"you swear you've never sucked cock before?" jungwon pants, chest rising and falling quickly as he attempts to maintain some sort of composure while you deepthroat him almost too casually.

you glance up at him with large doe eyes, shaking your head slightly with the tip of his cock still between your lips. you let out a low grumble in response, making jungwon groan and stumble forward from the vibration. you let yourself gag on him, wanting him to experience the full satisfaction that he's slightly too big for your inexperienced mouth.

"fuck, could've fooled me. this mouth was made for me."

it's hard not to smile at the compliment. instead, you keep bobbing your head up and down his length, making sure to flatten your tongue alongside him as you do so. drool is pooling down the corners of your mouth and your vision is starting to get blurry from the tears, but you don't care. you've been wanting this for so long and seeing jungwon's face contort with twisted pleasure just from your ministrations is enough to have a pool of your own arousal dripping to the floor.

"i can't believe no one has had you like this before. now that i've got you like this i don't think i can let you go."

you pull away from him with a gasp, wiping the drool and precum off your face with the back of your hand. "you can have all of me if that's what you want." you look up at him excitedly, expectingly even. everything leading up to this moment has been only a tinnnyyy bit calculated by you. okay maybe a LOT. but who could blame you? you've had a crush on jungwon for as long as you could remember. but instead of confessing your feelings for your friend like a normal person, you decided to complain to him about being inexperienced. hoping, praying, that he'd take the bait and offer to show you how it's done.

easiest catch of your life. the sentence was barely out of your mouth before jungwon was eagerly offering you his swollen and needy cock.

little did you know he was actually trying to come up with a similar plan of his own.

"y-you can't just...say stuff like that...while looking at me like that," jungwon moans, hands coming forward to cusp your cheeks before moving his hips back and forth at a more steady pace.

"fuck, okay. i wanted to come down your throat but now you're making me think of...other things. has anyone been inside you before?"

he's still rocking his length in and out of your throat so all you can do is attempt to convey your answer with your eyes.

"o-okay. i have so much to teach you then. a-ahhh-," jungwon hisses as you swallow around him, "if your mouth is already this good i can only imagine what your pussy will feel like. lay on your back will you? i want to get you prepped first," he smirks, hovering over you and holding your gaze as you lie down, "it's gonna be a long night."

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[haikyu-mp4]

A brush of cinnamon – Akaashi x reader wc 519 – gn!reader requested by @nscuit for A blast from the past, now hiring! edition<3

Akaashi rarely engaged in much social interaction. He got along with all his coworkers at the cafe he part-timed at, but he wouldn’t say he knew anything about them, nor they about him. You were an exception.

The two of you worked many shifts together, and Akaashi grew especially fond of your sweet charms. It seemed like the customers felt the same, and he would watch with the smallest pout as guys would throw out pick-up lines of varying idiocy levels. He had read several books that made it easy for him to recognise this emotion.

Akaashi was jealous.

Not that you gave these customers any extra attention. You would brush off the attempts like nothing but still manage to charm them into leaving happily after your indirect rejections. It felt like watching you perform magic.

Akaashi wasn’t jealous because you got attention from other men. He was jealous that sometimes, when the line was particularly complimenting or cheesy, your cheeks would turn red like apples, your flustered laugh matching the non-lyrical background tunes like a harp. He was jealous that others had the guts to flirt with you when he didn’t.

After someone had asked you out, you would always be somewhat sheepish. Like now, as you pursed your lips and glanced sideways at Akaashi while mixing a drink beside where he was utilising the coffee machine. “That was stupid, right?” you chuckled awkwardly.

Akaashi shrugged but automatically responded with a similar laugh anyways. “I guess. Wonder how long it took him to come up with that one.” Akaashi glanced to the side but focused back on the coffee machine when you were already looking at him. “You look a little flustered, it can’t have been that stupid.”

You brushed a hand over your cheeks as if it was only makeup that could be wiped off. “I can’t help it, I feel like I’m being pranked sometimes.”

Akaashi looked up in surprise, almost spilling some of the espresso shot in the process. “Why?” When he properly looked at you, he noticed a sprinkle of cinnamon on the cheek you had tried to brush off. “Wait-” He couldn’t even help himself as he reached up to brush it off with his thumb.

You looked at him with wide eyes, putting way too much cream on the drink you had just finished, only noticing when it poured over and landed on your hand. “Shit, oh gosh.”

Akaashi felt his ears burn and cleared his throat, rushing to get the espresso ready and handing it off to the customer, wiping his hands off nervously on his apron and escaping to the back room before you could see how flustered you had made him.

Meanwhile, you sighed and cleaned up your mess, finally handing off the drink with an apology for the delay. You couldn’t help but spend a second looking at the entrance to the back room, sighing in mourning for a moment lost before returning to the register. Surely, Akaashi wasn’t even interested in you at this point. Any time you thought (and hoped) he was flirting, it seemed accidental…

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[ccaelynn]

bf kirishima!

aaaah! first time actually posting something i write on here! usually, my writings stay in my notes app because i'm too scared to put them out into the world, but here i go!

-> SFW, small hcs about eiji as ur man! wc: 519

bf kirishima! who is the absolute sweetest man ever. he is the epitome of a gentleman, and prides himself on how he treats you.

bf kirishima! who loves spending quality time with you. hanging out together, taking walks, coffee dates, or even walking around the mall while he carries your tons of bags for you. he enjoys it all.

bf kirishima! who always listens to what you have to say, and thinks everything that comes out of your mouth is the most important thing ever.

bf kirishima! who likes making playlists for the two of you to listen to in the car, or even just lounging around with him. not every song is the best one in the world, or your taste, but he put lots of effort into it, and so you listen with him anyway.

bf kirishima! who likes leaving little kisses all over your face, putting his weight on you, and smothering you with his lips, claiming he, "hasn't appreciated you enough," and that you "need affection" even though he has been with you all day and kissed, hugged, and touched you countless times in the past few hours.

bf kirishima! whos favorite thing to do is nap with you, snuggled up on your chest, arms around your waist, while you run your fingers through his hair, scratching the nape of his neck like he's always loved.

bf kirishima! who is your ultimate hype man! going out? he's complimenting you millions of times. at the gym with him? he's encouraging you while you're right next to him. asked him to take pictures for you? he's spewing all sorts of loving words from behind the camera, and he makes sure to keep the 'live photo' option on so you hear them when you play it back.

bf kirishima! that learns to cook or bake your favorite foods, and makes it one of his past times. he texts you randomly, telling you he has a surprise for you, then shows up at your door with a tin of your favorite dessert. it's not always wonderful, but he tries! (and he'll take your pointers to make it better next time..)

bf kirishima! who always mumbles about how much he loves you when he's sleepy. as he lays on your shoulder, softly dozing off, he never fails to ramble in a soft tone about how you make him feel, and how he wants to be the best man for you, because that's what good boyfriends do.

bf kirishima! who is so manly, he confides in you when he's not feeling the greatest about himself. he lets you kiss him better, wiping his slightly damp cheeks, and pouting at his glossy eyes before you tell him everything you love about him, how strong and amazing he is, and to never doubt himself because he is the best version of himself he ever could be.

bf kirishima! who is just the literal best. bf kirishima! who vows to never treat you wrong, and to love you forever and ever. bf kirishima! who is the best thing you could ever wish for. <3

a/n: there it is! my first official work! aahhhhhh!!! i hope u all enjoyed, thank u for reading! also, please do not hesitate to leave me notes of constructive criticism, or tell me what you liked or didn't like! i am always looking to become a better writer! finally, here is a cookie if u made it this far: 🍪

xoxo, cae.

[callsign-rogueone]

not joking - r.g.

Ridoc Gamlyn x rider!reader There aren’t many things that Ridoc is serious about, but your safety is one of them. [requested by anon] wc: 519 (sorry it’s short, I’ll definitely write more for Ri in the future!) 🏷: IRON FLAME SPOILERS, slight violence and injury, Cat (and her gryphon) being a bitch. no pronouns are used for the reader!

The first two hours of the “team-building” hike that the Lieutenant Colonel had been so enthusiastic about have done nothing to soften the relationship between the riders and fliers, and you’re doubtful that the next ten will do it, either. Exhaustion is starting to set in, shortening everyone’s patience, and the freezing temperature isn’t exactly helping.

Having Cat and her gryphon directly behind you is wearing on your nerves. The creature is equally nasty as its human, and has made its distaste for you known all morning, snapping its beak whenever you turned to check on the rest of the squad behind you. It’s already lunged at you once, and it likely will again.

You slow toward the top of an ascent, filling your lungs. You can see flat land ahead, which according to the map each squad has been given, means you’re nearly a quarter of the way there. But the sense of relief is temporary. 

You cry out in pain as claws rake down the back of your calf, and Ridoc whips around from where he stands ten feet in front of you. It’s easy enough for him to piece together what happened from the way you’re clutching your leg and the smug satisfaction on Cat’s face.

He glares up at Cat. “Control your fucking bird," he warns.

Cat doesn’t react, just glares at Ridoc with contempt.

“I’m not joking. Tell him to knock it the fuck off, or we’ll barbecue him for dinner at the top of the mountain. Should be enough for everybody.”

Cat simmers with anger, but Sawyer has already placed himself between you and the flier, who looks at the squad leader expectantly, like a child whose classmate has just pulled their hair and wants the teacher to make them stop. The irony.

“Five minute break, and we continue. Hydrate.” Rhiannon declares in her squad-leader voice, not acknowledging either of them. You know she's on Ridoc's side, she's just too responsible to say so aloud.

Ridoc kneels in front of you, cold hands pulling your foot up to rest on his leg so he can dress the three short wounds.

“I’m fine, Ri. It’s just a graze,” You say quietly, attempting to soothe him. You've haven't seen him like this since the first day of gauntlet training, which feels like it was years ago with how much you've all been through.

He takes a long strip of cloth from his pack, wrapping it around your calf tightly. “It’s not about the severity,” he responds, inspecting his work, “it’s that they dared to hurt you at all.”

Cat still looks like she wants to kill you, but she remains silent. If she can shut up and keep her gryphon out of trouble for the next ten hours, everyone will make it up to the summit alive.

“Are they tied to one another in the same way you and Lieutenant Riorson are?” Maren, the kind flier, asks quietly.

“No,” Violet answers, still watching the pair of you. You’re smiling again, laughing at another of his jokes. “Their dragons aren’t bonded. That’s just love.”

[courfee]

@jegulus-microfic | july 11 - essential | wc 519

“I think I’m a bad person.” James looks at his hands, fingers knitted together, untangling, pinching the skin of his palms, tangling together again. Red spots, white knuckles.

The silence stretches on for too long. He doesn’t dare look up when he tries again. The silence should be answer enough anyway. “Do you think I’m a bad person?”

“James...”

“Do you?”

Regulus sighs, a small disturbance of the windless night. James wishes he could feel it. The air is too still, holding him too tight. Motionless.

“You do...” James answers for Regulus. Of course he does. If James thinks it, Regulus must too.

“You should talk to the others again.”

“I don’t know how.” It hurts. It also doesn’t feel like anything. Just a hole in his chest, quietness like the darkness around him. “I don’t know how to be a person right now. I don’t know how to be around them.” He’s failing them all. He’s supposed to be there with them, supposed to be a good friend, but he’s not even being a good person right now. Barely a person at all.

“They won’t mind, you know they won’t. They don’t expect you to always be the perfect friend, sometimes it’s enough to just be there. It’s what you tell Sirius all the time.”

“It’s different for me. It doesn’t count when it’s me.”

A quiet laugh from Regulus. “Still so self absorbed that you think the same rules don’t apply to you?”

It’s for James to be silent. He doesn’t want to think about it.

When Regulus breaks the silence again all traces of his humour are gone. “You need to get out of this, James. You need to talk to someone.”

“I’m talking to you.”

“I don’t count.”

James flinches. “Don’t say that.”

“James.” His voice is gentle. “You know I don’t count.”

James shakes his head vehemently. He doesn’t want to hear it. Doesn’t believe it. Refuses to believe it. It’s the one essential thing he’s ignored for ... he doesn’t think about it.

“Ignoring it won’t change it.”

“I don’t care.”

Silence.

“I don’t care,” James repeats desperately.

More silence, until finally, “I do think you’re a bad person.” It’s a whisper. The quiet movement of words through the air. This time James thinks he can feel it, a coldness caressing his bare skin, biting on his bones. “You’re hurting them.”

“I’m trying not to, I’m trying.”

“That’s how you’re hurting them.” James thinks he can hear Regulus move away from him. He still refuses to look up. “You need to talk to them.”

“Regulus...”

“You need to talk to someone who’s not me.”

“Don’t do this to me, please.” He tries not to look up, tries to keep his eyes on his hands where he doesn’t have to see the way Regulus looks right now.

“James,” Regulus says, and this time James knows he can feel it. It moves the night, strong enough it tears the air out of his lungs. A finality. “You need to stop talking to yourself.”

When he looks up the wind slowly pushes a cloud over the stars.

[biolumien]

If you write for narumi from Kaiju No8 could you do him and reader gaming just some sweet fluffy evening

notes: thank you for your request! this is my first time writing gen properly, so i hope it's okay... it's a bit on the shorter side.

gaming night

gen narumi x gn!reader i used this as an excuse to talk about elden ring wc: 519

on your off nights, you were lucky to spend time with gen when he gamed. for all the mess in his room, he kept his gaming setup spick and span and very tidy, with RGB lighting that was less tacky and cooler in shades of blues and purples surrounding a very nice LED screen TV with the latest gaming trappings. gen looked more like a burrito than a human, wrapped in his hoodie. 

“what do you want to play tonight?” you ask gen, who was currently sprawled back on his couch, flicking through games on his ps5. 

“umm…” gen blinks hard, pushing his bangs up to observe the screen. “i was thinking like… a bit of elden ring, i think. i wanna beat malenia. it was… not great. last night.”

“i remember.” you frown ominously, remembering the fact that he’d nearly used his future-seeing eyes just to read her attacks. he lamented the fact that his reaction time still wasn’t fast enough to clear the final boss–despite the fact he could read the movements of infinitely deadlier kaiju.

(“i’m convinced miyazaki made her to fucking haunt me,” he complained, and you’d laughed–only for him to stay up till 5 AM trying to figure out how to beat her, until his combos and dodges became so sloppy that he’d die within the first few seconds of fighting her.)  “you sure you can beat her this time?” 

“i don’t need a hater who doesn’t believe in me,” gen says. “i don’t care if you don’t think i can’t beat her–i’m gonna.” he pouts in that telltale way where you can tell he cares maybe a little too much. you laugh, sitting down next to him, dramatically cuddling him, and pressing your cheek to his. his skin feels a bit clammy, but you’re used to it from him. you’ve always teased him about how cold he gets when he plays video games–and he’s defensively always retorted.

“oh, i’m sorry gen,” you say dramatically. “you’re the best gamer ever, and i bet you’ll beat elden ring this time–maybe you’ll even beat unalloyed malenia–”

“now that’s pushing it.” gen’s pink eyes stare at you for a moment, curving upwards with a small smile. he kisses your cheek, reaching out his hand to pull you closer. “i’m not a dog. i don’t need your praise to beat her.”

he says it, but he seems more spirited than before, and he starts up the game.

you cuddle yourself close to his side, content to just watch.

“you know her lore, right?” gen asks, peeking at you in his periphery as his character rolls into the boss chamber.

“yeah,” you say. “because you keep telling me.”

“well, because elden ring’s a good fucking game,” gen retorts.

“i know,” you reply.

“mm.” you adore the way gen has something approaching a triumphant little smile on his face, the way it opens up and lightens his face. 

(he doesn’t beat malenia that night either, but he doesn’t get to sulk for long, because you end up kissing him again, and he seems to relax, leaning hungrily into your touch.) 

[bradleysass]

Hair - @black-brothers-microfic - wc: 519 - Starchaser

The morning routine was always the same.

Regulus would wake up just before the first rays of sunlight crept through the window, painting their bedroom in soft gold. James, for some fucking reason, was always awake before him. It was unnatural. Unfair. Almost suspicious. He lay there, warm like a furnace, his bare chest exposed, only clad in those ridiculous pajama pants he insisted on wearing without underwear.

What a slut.

Regulus loved him.

Regulus, in contrast, was always wrapped up in one of his oversized jumpers, soft fabric drowning his frame, paired with pajama shorts that barely peeked out beneath the hem. But the one thing he despised was his hair—long, messy, unruly in the mornings. It tangled at the base of his neck, strands sticking to his cheek, a wild halo of chaos that James swore was "absolutely ethereal" and Regulus swore was "an absolute nightmare."

"You look beautiful," James murmured, just as he did every morning, voice thick with sleep.

Regulus scoffed, not even bothering to look at him. "You don't even have your glasses on. What do you know?"

James hummed, unbothered, stretching like a lazy cat.

Regulus slid out of bed, rolling his eyes at the way James's gaze shamelessly followed him. His morning routine was sacred—wash his face, tame his hair, pretend James wasn't watching him with a stupidly smitten expression.

Today, however, he felt like indulging in something more… elaborate. Instead of the usual ponytail, he reached for his ornate hair sticks, the ones James once dubbed "Regulus's weapons of mass destruction" after he was nearly stabbed for touching them without permission.

The moment James saw them, he was in the bathroom within seconds, appearing in the mirror's reflection like some sort of menace.

"Fancy sticks today, huh?" he grinned, already crowding Regulus's space.

Regulus sighed, feigning annoyance, though the small smirk on his lips betrayed him. "You act like it's an event."

"Oh, it is."

James didn't waste a second before pressing feather-light kisses against the newly exposed skin of Regulus's neck. Soft, reverent, lingering. A contrast to the teasing smile he wore just moments ago.

Regulus's fingers faltered as he twisted his hair up, body betraying him with a shiver. He swatted at James half-heartedly. "Stop that."

James, of course, did not stop.

Instead, he moved lower, kissing over the delicate dip of Regulus's shoulder blade, lips warm and insistent. "Nope."

Regulus exhaled sharply, pretending this wasn't affecting him, pretending his grip on the hair sticks wasn't growing looser. James knew exactly what he was doing. And it was infuriating.

"You're distracting me," Regulus mumbled, though he didn't move away.

"Am I?" James whispered against his skin, grinning.

Regulus turned slightly, eyes narrowing. "James."

James pressed one final kiss to his neck, smug. "Regulus."

With an exaggerated sigh, Regulus finally secured his hair, but not without giving James a pointed glare. "You're insufferable."

"And yet, you love me."

Regulus huffed, shoving past him to leave the bathroom. "Debatable."

James only laughed, following him like a lovesick puppy. "Not even a little."

And, as always, the morning routine continued.

[vinylfoxbooks]

25 Days of Jegumas | Day 1 | Day 16 December 17 - Stay | @into-the-jeggyverse December 17 - Tin | @stag-microfic December 17 - Candles | @noblehouseofgay Wc: 519

Regulus finishes drawing his bath as James finishes sending things off to their friends, throwing their phone onto their bed and heading into the kitchen while Regulus undresses. They grab a couple things from the kitchen, a box of matches and a tin of cookies that they got from their parents during the Christmas work party that they had to go to. They bring both of these up into their ensuite bathroom where Regulus has settled in the water. 

“Mind if I join you, my love?” Regulus cracks his eye open, gazing up at them, “Give me the cookies, light the candles that I’ve set out, and get stuff to give me a massage.” 

James nods and hands him the tin of cookies, striking a match a moment later, “Do you want me to give you a massage in the bath or do you want me to grab oils and give it to you once we’re out.” 

Regulus groans, “Massage my torso in the bath then my legs when we get out?” James smiles, flicking the match around when the last blueberry pie scented candle is lit. They toss the match into the wastebin and take a moment to strip, slipping into the bath with their husband after. Regulus settles against his partner once they’re submerged in the water, groaning when they push him froward so they can start on washing his hair then move onto cleaning his body and working their hands over his muscles. 

It’s a while before they get out of the bath and James lays Regulus over the bed. They make quick work of pulling out the oils that they usually use to massage their husband and warming it between their hands, the candles having been moved to be lit around the bedroom. They start with lightly working over his lower back before moving to his legs, smiling and humming at the small sounds of relief that Regulus makes with each of their movements. 

“You’re perfect,” Regulus groans as James finishes up with the massage. 

They laugh gently, leaning to press a kiss to his shoulder blade, “I can’t have you being all sore on me tomorrow.”

“It’s purely for selfish reasons I’m sure.” He laughs, then his eyebrows furrow as James starts to stand, “No, where are you going? Stay here.”

James laughs again, “I’m just going to snuff all the candles and wash my hands, love. I’ll be right back in here. Just let youself sleep.” 

“Can you bring me a pair of boxers and a shirt to put on too?” 

“Of course,” They nod. They spend a couple minutes going around the room and cleaning up, giving Regulus some clothes to sleep in. When all is said and done, they change into sleep clothes as well and get back into the bed with Regulus, pulling his body to theirs. Regulus pushes forward to kiss them. 

“I love you,” he whispers against their lips, and he can feel the fond smile it rouses from them. He can’t tell if he can hear or feel the ‘I love you too’ that James responds with.

Day 18

[antoncyng]

a place in my heart - y.jw

warning(s) : bf!jungwon x fem!reader, so much fluff 😭, comfort, jungwon calls reader baby + angel, reader is stressed from homework;(

note(s) : i know i’ve been so ia with writing but heres a little something i just wrote for fun >.< i keep working on my mark smau on and off but nobody told me smaus take so much storage + motivation.. sorry to keep you guys waiting (-｡-;

wc : 519 ( sorry its so short ( ´△｀) )

lately, homework given by your professors has been weighing you down and quite literally busting your ass from having to sit in all your classes then sit again doing homework at home. this has been so stressful on you to the point where you stopped seeing a bunch of friends, telling them home much work you have to do when you get home.

sadly enough, that group of people included your sweet, angel-like boyfriend, yang jungwon. jungwon was the sweetest boy that has ever walked into your life, you were convinced he was sent from heaven.

you and jungwon met at a dog cafe while you both were out with your shared friend group, which was made because one of your friends started dating. at the hangout, you two caught each others eyes and started talking, even getting his number when everybody was leaving towards home.

its been 2 years since that happened and a year and a half since you two started dating, and all you could say was that jungwon had made you so much happier now than before.

now back to present, so much work has been piled on you by multiple professors, making it hard for you to keep up and stay calm under so much pressure. you couldn’t even agree to hangout with your girlfriends because of how much work you had when you got home, even your boyfriend couldn’t get you to come out of your dorm!

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one night the work was so much that you couldn’t handle it, feeling so stupid for not understanding how to do the equations on the paper in front of you, nor even understand how to read them. tears welled up in your eyes as you attempted to dab them away with the sleeves of your boyfriends hoodie, hoping the sleeping jungwon behind you didn’t wake up due to the little sounds of you silently crying. but the attempt failed, sniffing was heard and tear drops successfully fell out of your eyes and down your face.

hearing shuffling behind you, you quickly pulled the hood over your head and wiped away your own tears as quick as you could, but you were late.

“baby? why are you crying?” you heard your boyfriends sleepy but worried voice from behind you, still sniffling but slightly quieter, staying silent at his question. you heard more shuffling, until you felt a familiar pair of arms hugging you from behind. “come to bed baby, it’s cold without you. take a break from the homework, you’ll have all day tomorrow to finish it i promise you. i’ll even help you, just please come to bed and rest..” he spoke to you sweetly, knowing you couldn’t resist him.

and that’s exactly how you found yourself almost asleep in your boyfriends sweet arms, finally in dreamland after weeks of stress being thrown onto you. this was just what you needed, and jungwon knew that.

“you’ll always be taken care of, especially in my heart angel.” you heard jungwon say to you before kissing your forehead, both of you falling fast asleep not even minutes later.

[asyisnotok]

Ten Questions for Writers

@mangogreent thanks for the tag!!

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

I started writing in 2022. As of right now, 4! Soon to be 5. I would maybe have more if I didn't lose steam halfway through!

2. what’s your total ao3 word count?

My current WC is 49, 519. Hoping to get to at least 100k this year!!

3. what fandoms do you write for?

In the past I have written for the Dream SMP (unfortunately) and Sonic the Hedgehog. Right now though, I'm all about One Piece!! Let's hope that sticks with me, LOL

4. do you respond to comments? why or why not?

Yes! I try to respond to as many as I can. Sometimes it gets daunting! I'm not entirely sure what to say when people ask for updates...

5. have you ever had a fic stolen?

No. Hopefully I never will.

6. have you ever co-written a fic before?

A REALLY long time ago me and my online friend loosely worked on a BNHA fic that I really wanted to see come to fruition, but we lost contact shortly after. It never got posted. Maybe one day I'll find it again...

7. what’s your all-time favourite ship?

ZoLu is my favorite, I've never quite seen a dynamic quite like theirs! I definitely enjoy it but I can also see them as just being platonic as well. One Piece is unique like that.

8. what are your writing strengths?

This one's a bit hard to answer, I think. For me personally I think I'm good at characterizing and coming up with interesting situations for the characters to figure out. I'll have to ask my friends sometime what they think.

9. what are your writing weaknesses?

This is also hard for me to answer - one man's trash is another's treasure! I would have to say I think I am not good at writing characters I don't have a lot of emotional attachment to/don't get much screen time, and while I have the idea I can never quite get it on paper in a way that makes sense.

10. first fandom you wrote for?

The first fandom I ever wrote for was TMNT!! 2012 specifically. I wonder if I'll ever get around to publishing it...

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[slimybeth69]

Congrats on 101 followers! Can we talk about Din + first time? First kiss or first touch or first sex, anything for our touch-starved boi 😭

ask and you shall receive my dear Din/Mando Rating- M (for kissing and mentions of wanting to be inside ya) WC: 519

Din finished tying the silken fabric around the back of your head, his modulated breath came in short, fast bursts as he moved around to the front of you. 

Unlike the rest of your body, your eyes were completely covered and now he could relax a little, really take in the sight of you– not from behind his HUD. 

“D-Don’t take it off,” he rasps as his trembling hands move up to push his helmet off. 

“I won’t,” you purr excitedly. “I know the rules.” You did know the rules. They had been laid out to you many times before, but this was the first time it was actually happening. The first time Mando was actually going to put his hands on you– and who knows what else. 

“You’re so good, cyar’ika,” he sighs to himself quietly as the rush of fresh, cool air that fills The Crest washes across his face. He’s quick to abandon his helmet on a table next to the bed so that he can finally look at you. 

He’s done it plenty of times through the display screen inside that forsaken helmet that is a literal barrier between the two of you at all times. Even in complete darkness, when the sun-shields are up and all the lights are off– Din can’t see you without his night-vision. 

After all this time, Din thought that the first thing he’d want to look at, touch and taste would be your body, but his eyes can’t leave your lips. 

“I want to kiss you,” he breathes the words out almost inaudibly. 

“Kiss me then, Mando.” You’re giggling in anticipation and that makes Din blush. He’s about to do something he’s never done before, and you don’t even know his real name. 

Even though you cannot see anything, you can sense that he’s standing in front of you. His gloved hand proves it to you when he cups your cheek gently and tilts your head up to him. 

Your heart starts to race as his the tip of his thumb rubs small circles at the corner of your mouth. 

“Look so soft,” he murmurs as his lips crash against yours. You are so soft, warm and inviting. Din can’t hold back the quiet moan that melts in your mouth

Mando’s lips are softer than you thought they would be but he kisses you so forcefully. You exhale contentedly as his tongue eagerly sweeps past your lips and explores every inch of your mouth. You can feel how badly he needed this in the way his hands move to your waist and pull you closer to him.

Din doesn’t ever want this moment to end, the way your tongue feels, the way your lips move with his in desperately deep kisses. You are so warm he wants to bury himself within you. He's never felt anything so warm before. Not like this. You’re like a drug to him, and he can't get enough of it. He pulls you closer, making sure there's no space between the two of you.

"You're... amazing," he murmurs. “It’s…incredible…” he whispers against your lips, unable to form coherent sentences anymore.

[writing-until-i-drop]

God Complex | Pt. 3 wc: 519

Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x f! surgeon! reader (no use of y/n)

You're a trauma surgeon resident, studying at a bar when you're approached by a woman who steals your focus.

warnings! Scary movie date night, reader is scared, not proof read, fluffy

Requested by: 🗡️

Read the original request here

Tasha’s squad mates had insisted that they meet you after they had spotted a Polaroid of you in her locker. It had been a month since the two of you met at the Hard Deck and things had been going better than you could have dreamed. Tasha liked to come over and meal prep with you, making sure your fridge was filled with meals you could easily heat up at work and when you got home. And she loved the sleep-drunk voice notes you’d send her when you could barely keep your eyes open, rambling on about your day and saying how much you missed her.

But Tasha didn’t want to share you just yet, you wanted to meet her friends eventually, but you weren’t complaining about being able to monopolize her time outside of work. You were slotted between her legs, back against her chest as she flipped through movies, reading out random titles.

“Baby girl, are you listening to me?” You were not but you hummed affirmatively, enjoying the weight of Phoenix’s arm around your waist. “So, you’re okay with a horror movie?” 

“Are you going to hold my hand if I get scared?” Tasha chuckled, kissing the top of your head,

“Of course, baby girl. I’ll protect you.” She clicked on the movie and settled back, both arms wrapped around your waist. Your apartment was neat and tidy, the air filled with the scent of popcorn, the candles you lit, flickering in the dark living room setting the perfect atmosphere for a spooky night in. 

You severely overestimated your tolerance for scary movies, twenty minutes in you were shaking and jolting at every sound, both from the movie and in the house.

“I’ve got you, baby girl,” Tasha tightened her hold on you. You pulled the blanket higher around you both until it was tucked under your chin. When the music started to pick up, so did your heart rate, but you couldn’t force yourself to look away from the screen, paralyzed in a mix of terror and interest. You did the only thing you could think of, grabbing Tasha’s hands and using them to cover your eyes. 

Tasha laughs and your cheeks are hot with embarrassment but it fades when your girlfriend kisses your head.

“It’s okay, sweet girl. The only monster that gets to eat you is me,” You giggled as she nibbled on your ear, the fear you had been feeling lessening. “We can turn it off if you want. All you have to do is ask.” 

“I’m okay,” You promised, guiding her arms back around your waist. “But we should watch something silly afterwards.” 

“Whatever you want.” 

After the movie ended, Tasha turned on some cartoons and shifted you so you were facing her. She kissed you softly and you melted into her, sliding your hands into her hair.

“Is it bad that I kinda want to take you to a haunted house now because I know you’ll jump into my arms for protection?” Tasha teased, you groaned, embarrassed again but she kissed it away. “Don’t worry, I like being your protector.”

[mooodyblue]

Hi Hi!! Before I ask my request I just wanted to tell you that I absolutely love your stories and post!! Whenever I see that you posted I always jump to see what it is!! Keep up the good work!! ♡

Now, my request might be a little weird. I was thinking maybe it could be CgElvis x littleReader, and basically, the reader is supposed to be sleeping but has a nightmare. Reader immediately runs to find Elvis, Elvis is with is Mafia gang, and he tells them all to leave so he can take care of the reader and help them go to sleep!! Sorry if it's long- and the reader can be gender neutral!!

ahh ty!! sorry this took me so long!! hope you enjoy 🫶🏼

wc: 519

your night time routine when you were little was simple. washing up, pajamas on, and then you devour an entire bottle while he reads to you in his lap. simple as that.

he’d put you down a teeny bit earlier since his friends were coming over that night for a few rounds of pool, needing a little pick me up after dealing with his everyday stresses as elvis presley. he gave you a final good night kiss and went on his way, shutting the door behind him to let you sleep in peace.

unfortunately, that peace didn't last very long.

elvis was in the midst of their first game, poking jerry with the pool cue before positioning himself to shoot his shot.

meanwhile, you woke up in a jolt—plushie tightly clutched to your chest as your eyes were filled to the brim with tears. all you wanted was to be held and comforted by your daddy and nothing more.

elvis hears the quick footsteps down the hall and stands up straight, taking in the scared and sad expression on your face as you walked into the room clutching your favorite plushie. he didn't even need to ask you any questions.

“let’s wrap it up guys.” elvis quickly said.

there was a groan from billy, “but we just got here……”

“i don't care if ya got here yesterday, last tuesday or last year—all of ya, outta my house.” elvis said sternly, pointing his pool cue at the door as they all stumbled out, looking at you and grumbling to themselves.

elvis put down the cue and crouched down. “c’mere, baby.” he cooed, opening his arms wide.

you burst into tears as you walked up to him, his arms pulling you in and holding you tightly. “what's going on, baby? hm?”

“b-bad dream.” you stuttered out, wiping the tears from your eyes with the back of your hand.

“oh, my poor baby.” he frowned, pressing his lips against your forehead. “you wanna tell daddy what happened?”

you brought up your plushie to your face, hiding behind the plush fur. “you…you went bye bye…’n t-there was a big monster…’n….you-”

elvis stopped you from speaking anymore, not wanting you to think about it too much. “alright, alright. that's alright, hon. let's get you a bottle.” he sat up straight, taking your small hand in his as you both walked down the steps. “you wanna sleep in daddy’s bed tonight?”

you stood there, back against the counter as he prepared your bottle. “really?” you gasped, your eyes lighting up.

“sure, baby. that way you know daddy’s gonna be by your side the whole time.” he brought you back up to his bedroom, bringing you close in bed as you rested your head on his shoulder. he brought the bottle up to your lips as you sucked away, enjoying the warm milk as it calmed your nerves.

his hand caressed your shoulder gently, humming softly to bring you a bit of comfort. “ain't no monster or bad guy is gonna come and bother us, little one. daddy’s gonna be right here. he’ll protect ya.”

[bearseulgs]

Sunset on the Sea

long haired!reader x Lee Chaeryeong

genre: fluff

wc: 519

warnings: reader has long hair, physical contact, forehead kiss, food ment, aespa feature, pda, idk how to play volleyball ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

At last, summer had come. To celebrate the end of term, you and your friends took a trip to the beach for a week to unwind. The morning after arrival, y'all woke up bright and early to get smoothies and set up on the shore. As you walked across the sand, hand-in-hand with your girlfriend, Chaeryeong, you offered each other a sip of your drinks.

Once Minjeong and Yuna had picked a spot fitting their taste, umbrellas were buried and towels were laid. Ryujin roped you and Aeri into setting up a volleyball net, determined to have a tournament between the 10 of you. Tying your hair up into a high ponytail, you head back to the umbrella to put on sunscreen.

Hours have passed into mid- afternoon, full of swimming, eating, tanning, reading, and burying Lia. The girl sat up from her sandy grave, laughter bubbling from her lips followed by the suggestion, "Who wants to 2v2 me in volleyball?"

Immediately Chaeryeong volunteered, turning to ask you to be her teammate. "Why not?" you replied, unable to say no to the gleam in her eyes. Picking Yeji as her partner, she and Lia waited on the other side of the net as you and Chaeryeong jogged over. Excitedly, Yuna cried out, "I call reffing!" eliciting a giggle from the rest of the girls.

Yeji served the ball first, shooting it over the net just for you to best it back. The game went on for almost 20 minutes until Lia snagged a win for her and Yeji as she spiked the ball to your side, winning 6-4. Laughing as Lia cheered, you gave her a quick "good game" before heading back to your towel. Taking your hair down, you let out a groan, realizing just hoe tense your scalp was from keeping it up all day. Grabbing your brush from your bag, you began to detangle your hair, simultaneously massaging your head.

Walking over, Chaeryeong noticed the tenseness in your shoulders and face. Sitting down on the towel next to you, she asked, "What's wrong?"

"My head just hurts. I had my hair up too tight for too long and now I feel like my scalp will forever be scrunched."

Stifling a giggle at your phrasing, she opted to give you a sympathetic smile before leaning back. "Come here," she beckoned, patting her chest. A bit confused, you complied, laying down across her. She moved her hands to your hair, beginning to work her fingers through it as she massaged your head. "My sweetheart, you're so pretty, but you gotta give yourself breaks," she chided, laughing at your responding whine.

You sighed as her fingers worked their magic on your head, all the tension melting away under her touch. After the long day, warm sun, and tiring game all you can think about is Chaer. Your girlfriend noticed you dozing off and turned down the speaker Yizhou had brought, gesturing towards your figure when she and Jimin looked over in confusion.

"Sleep well, sweetheart. I'll wake you up for sunset." She kissed your forehead before letting you rest.

a/n: will this be my actual comeback?? who knows. anyways i got this idea from my diary where i right embarrassing scenarios abt my crush so ur welcome

©️ bearseulgs 2024

[tokusaatsus]

—birthdays spent with them!

warnings: none

🪄 a. tsumugi!

tsumugi awakens you with a kiss on the cheek and a mug of your favourite pick-me-up beverage!

he’s usually very busy, but he takes the necessary time off to spend his beautiful partner’s birthday with them!

takes you to a quaint café for breakfast and pays for your meal—all while discreetly (or maybe not so much? he's very free with his affection, especially when it comes to you!) holding your hand under the table.

he tries to plan outings he feels you’d enjoy. he considers all your likes and dislikes, which is sweet of him. he also worries about anything that might cause you undue sadness; will it rain today? if so, he should plan an outing indoors... oh! but if the forecast insists on sun all day long, a walk together in the gardens would be rather nice...

he also tries to bake you a birthday cake, enlisting the help of both natsume and sora to prevent any unexpected bouts of bad luck. it's two tiers, your favourite flavour, and decorated with fondant birds and sprinkles in the shape of diamonds as a nod to his title as the "magician of your heart"~!

gifts you knitted items he made himself, so full of love—and fashionable too! scarves, gloves, and of course, a beanie with cat ears!

takes you out for a lovely candlelit dinner to top it all off, gifts you a rose, and kisses you goodnight, praying fervently this birthday was a success all the while.

🐰 n. nazuna!

nazuna starts your day by making you breakfast in bed. in the ultimate test of his skill as a cook, he prepares all your favourites—fruits cut into cutesy shapes, jars of condiments on the side, and a mug of a steaming hot drink.

then, he gifts you with a morning kiss. happy birthday, love! punctuated with a chaste peck on your lips.

he’s prepared to do whatever you want today! want to go somewhere nice? he’ll use his privileges as an idol to find the nicest things for you. tickets to an amusement park, a table at the fanciest restaurant around; you name it and he'll get it! or maybe you just want to chill and watch a movie at home? he’s cool with that too! just a giant tub of popcorn is shared between you two, tall cups of your favourite drinks and a blanket to cuddle under.

his gift is literally perfect, showcasing his talent as a boyfriend.

like, remember that thing you were talking about a while back? no? well, he does. he goes above and beyond—someone stop him from overspending, please!

and of course, the other ra*bits are there to wish you a happy birthday during lunch, as well as to regale you with tales of nii-chan’s panic-driven madness as he tried to prepare for every eventuality.

but it's for you, so it has to be perfect!

to end it, he takes you out for quiet picnic under the stars, where he kisses you softly, gifts you a promise ring, and asks you to wait with him until he can get you a real one.

© tokusaatsus 2023

wc. 519 words

reze txt. happy belated birthday to my beloved ate @nazukisser and my friend @actualmomotaro !! for your gift you get me, dragging myself out of my month-long hiatus to do this! since it's been a while, i thought i'd also try out a new layout? thoughts, opinions, etc? i'll try to be more active on here now, and i have a little piece i've been working on that i hope to post soon! so... enjoy <3

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