#give Kevin a last name pls

[juyeonszn]

CLUMSY

PAIRING ju haknyeon x f!reader

WORD COUNT 6.03k

GENRES smut ﹒fluff

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, reader and juhak are bio lab partners, juhak is lowkey a bit of a loser BUT DW HE REDEEMS HIMSELF, mentions of alcohol, a game of rage cage…, he’s down insanely bad, the flirting goes kinda crazy, someone calls the cops, they run from said cops, reader is Nawt wasting any time, pet names (juhak calls reader princess), tbh they’re both switches in some ways, kitchen sex, oral sex (f!receiving), fingering, edging, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creampie lol

SUMMARY when haknyeon ran into you at a tbz party for the first time, he didn’t think he would fall for you so quickly. or literally. or both simultaneously. but there’s a first time for everything, he supposes.

MORE andddddd here we go 🫡 second fic of the black out or back out collab 🙏 i forgot to link the masterlist in the last one so im gonna link it in this one in case u wanna read any of the others!! ANYWAY i had such a fun time writing this one, any excuse i get to write for juhak, i will take trust <3 if u enjoyed, don’t forget to reblog! and pls check out the other fics so far!!

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Okay. So maybe trying to secure a girlfriend at a party wasn’t exactly Haknyeon’s best idea.

But, hey. You had to give him some credit. At least he was making an attempt. Most of his other frat brothers weren’t even making an effort. They seemed perfectly satisfied with charming their ways into random girls’ pants every weekend. Unfortunately, or fortunately considering he was a gentleman, Haknyeon wasn’t into that sort of thing.

It was just a little embarrassing that Kim Sunwoo’s love life had more progress than his own. Sunwoo was literally the resident loser bitch boy of the TBZ house. How was he closer to getting a girlfriend than he was? It made absolutely no sense.

Ju Haknyeon thought of himself as a catch. He was pretty neat, his room was cleaner than most guys’ his age. He knew how to cook basic meals, again, more than the average college sophomore. His car wasn’t on its last leg. (Cough cough… Kim Sunwoo, I’m looking at you.) He was a decent dude. He supported women’s rights and wrongs!

Apparently that was not enough these days.

“…And I need you to make sure the fridge is stocked completely. I’m not trying to drink my coffee without cream tomorrow morning because some idiot drank it while they were drunk.” Sangyeon commands, typing something furiously on his phone as some of the other guys move around the furniture.

“Bruh, I was in charge of buying everything last time. Why can’t someone else do it?” Kevin groans. Something else that wasn’t Haknyeon’s best idea? Walking into the kitchen during this very conversation. “What about JuHak? He looks like he has nothing better to do.”

“Yeah, whatever. That’s fine. Hak, I’m airdropping you the list.” Sangyeon waves his hand in dismissal, returning to his extensive presidential duties.

The sophomore deadpans, but doesn’t have the energy to argue back. You know, the usual fraternity was just a bunch of rich guys with more money than the tuition of each TBZ brother combined. However, the Tau Beta Zeta house was not your usual fraternity. It really was just a bunch of normal dudes thrown together. Though, Lee Sangyeon ran it like it was the fucking Navy.

Haknyeon accepts his defeat and grabs his things, heading out to the supermarket to shop for tonight’s party. Alcohol duty sucked more than door duty, in his opinion. You were sent out all alone, tasked with bringing back enough liquor and beer to last until early hours of the morning. It was a near impossible mission, unless you were Kevin Moon and good at practically everything in the world.

He pushes around the shopping cart mindlessly, though he knows he’ll have to make another trip. A long sigh leaves his lips as he enters the alcohol aisle. He fills the bottom of the cart with different cases of beer until he thinks he may drop one, and then starts to place things in the basket. He feels like a dumbass hauling it over to the registers, like everyone can see right through him.

He has to remind himself that this is for a good cause, that it’ll be worth it when everyone is enjoying themselves at the party. His actions won’t be in vain. Even after the second trip with another cart full of beer and various liquor bottles, Haknyeon keeps repeating affirmations in his head. This has to be the party.

In fact, he thinks his thoughts have manifested into reality when he sees you walking into the grocery store at the same time he’s leaving. You’re his pretty Bio lab partner. He’s always too nervous to hold a substantial conversation with you, so he settles for the bare minimum, which is unfulfilling small talk during your labs. It’s never what he needs though. Aside from your name, Haknyeon knows nothing about you.

“Y/N?” What he wants right now, however, is to shoot himself in the foot for sounding so unsure.

You glance up from your phone, a smile lighting up your face when you recognize him. “Haknyeon! Hey! What’s up?”

“Last minute preparations for the TBZ party tonight,” he gestures at his shopping cart with pursed lips. “You?”

“That’s so funny that you say that! My friends and I are going—“ You eye his cart with confusion. “Wait, I didn’t know you were in Tau Beta Zeta.”

“Yeah…” Haknyeon laughs awkwardly. “Surprise!”

You giggle, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t seem like the frat boy type. Then again, TBZ isn’t your average frat so, I guess that kinda adds up.”

Haknyeon’s not sure if he should take that as a compliment or not, but since it’s coming from you, he decides that he will. The realization that you mentioned you’d be attending the party finally sets in at that same moment. “So, I’ll see you later, then?”

You nod, smile widening. “Yeah, I’m just grabbing a bottle for us to bring with. But I’ll be there. Maybe we’ll bump into each other.”

God, he hopes so. This is the perfect opportunity for him to swoop in and learn everything he’s been dying to know about you. His tongue pokes the inside of his cheek. “I don’t know… I’m a busy man. It might be a little hard.”

That cute little laugh of yours makes another appearance. “I’ll be on the lookout, don’t worry. See you tonight, Haknyeon.”

Ju Haknyeon thinks that he must’ve done something monumental in a past life, like saving a dog from a burning building or stopping a world war. How else would the universe reward him this kindly? All he can do is wave as you maneuver around an elderly couple passing by into the store.

Maybe Kevin Moon wasn’t that bad. And maybe Lee Sangyeon wasn’t as big of a tyrant as he made him out to be. He could actually kiss the ground they walked on for forcing him into alcohol duty. If it weren’t for them, he wouldn’t have ran into you and he wouldn’t have known you were attending the party. Now he has something to look forward to that isn't getting shitfaced.

“What the hell are you wearing?”

Haknyeon looks away from his mirror, Hyunjae standing in the doorway. He has a cringe on his face at the sight of his outfit. It wasn’t the worst thing he’s ever worn, but it was… a bit too much. A black button up and black slacks was admittedly not the best frat party fit. The only good thing he had going for him was his hair that was styled for once, parted so his bangs framed his face nicely.

“This girl I’m kinda into is coming tonight. I need to look irresistible.” The younger explains, arms flailing at his sides.

“Okay, well you won’t accomplish that in this,” Hyunjae snorts, digging through his closet. “If she’s into you too, she won’t care what you’re wearing. Just throw on something you’d normally wear. Like… this! This is nice.”

Hyunjae holds up a black t-shirt and a black-washed denim jacket. Haknyeon hums. It was simple, but also once he put it on he wouldn’t feel like a douchebag, which was the whole goal here. Paired with some khaki cargo pants, he’s found a winner. He begrudgingly thanks his senior for the assistance, shooing him out of his bedroom so he can mentally prepare for the night ahead of him.

He doesn’t even know what to bring up now that he really tosses the idea around in his head. Yeah, he wants to learn more about you and what you’re like outside of your Bio lab, but specifically what he couldn’t say. Haknyeon was starting to feel like a lost cause. He had to clutch up tonight. He had to woo you so much that you had no choice but to fall for his cute face and endearing personality. But how was he meant to do that if he couldn’t even come up with topics to talk with you about?

Maybe he was just thinking too far into things. Perhaps he should just let it all go with the flow. Moving at an au natural pace was probably his best bet in comparison to Sunwoo’s soccer ball plan. (He’s still confused how that worked in his favor.)

Before he knows it, the party is swinging into full effect. This is the first time Haknyeon’s ever been so socially aware of his surroundings. He had a habit of blurring his atmosphere at these things, more interested in getting drunk with his buddies than paying attention to the attendees. As he stands in a corner of the living room, listening to Chanhee complain about treasurer stuff, he watches each and every person who enters the house.

When you finally do walk in, he has to physically stop himself from choking on the beer in his cup, biting the rim of the plastic in a weak attempt to sedate himself. If he thought you were gorgeous before in a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt, he doesn’t know what to call you now. You’re laughing at something one of your friends said, dolled up in a black mini skirt and a black cropped halter top while hugging a bottle of Pink Whitney to your chest. He could probably pass out right here right now.

He almost does, but then Chanhee is slapping his back aggressively. “Wipe the drool off of your chin. God, am I the only one who still has a brain?”

“Shut the fuck up, Chanhee, go cry about your life somewhere else.” Haknyeon dismisses his senior, downing the rest of his drink for some liquid courage. Though he is, he doesn’t want to seem too desperate, so he’s not going up to you this quickly. Instead, he heads into the kitchen to get another drink, rolling his neck like he’s preparing for the biggest win of the century.

It’s as he’s pouring some jungle juice into a fresh cup that you see him. A smile similar to the one from the store graces your features. There was only one person with a back like that, and it was your cute lab partner. You keep an arm wrapped around your bottle, tapping his shoulder lightly. He spins around confusedly, but the expression morphs into pleasant surprise immediately after.

“Pink Whitney? Easy choice,” he points at the bottle in your grasp. “Are you a lightweight, Y/N?”

Your cheeks warm up at the teasing remark. Upon first meeting, Haknyeon’s been an awkward mess around you. You can only assume the confidence stems from the fact that he’s within his element. “That’s for me to know, and you to find out.”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were implying that you want me to get you drunk.” He tucks a hand into one of his jacket pockets, the other bringing his cup to his mouth. He’s unconscious of the source of this sudden bravery, but he prays it doesn’t fade off anytime soon.

“Maybe I do…” You bite your lip, undoing the seal of the Pink Whitney bottle to take a sip. It burns your throat slightly. “I’ve never hung out with a frat boy before. I kinda wanna see what the hype is all about.”

Haknyeon thinks he might pass out again, because if he wasn’t so acutely aware of your entire interaction, he would think you’re flirting with him. Friendliness was a double edged sword in this day and age. But who knows, maybe you are flirting. You showed up with your friends but they were nowhere to be found now. He needed to take advantage of the opening.

It’s around this time that Younghoon and Juyeon are bringing out the fated beer pong table, a crowd already beginning to form nearby. He feels sorry for the poor suckers who have to play Changmin and his girlfriend.

“We should play beer pong!” You suggest, watching the pair of taller guys setting up the cups over his shoulder. Haknyeon can sense the color draining from his face. If it had been anyone else, he would’ve shut the idea down insanely fast, but because it was you, he was genuinely contemplating. Those who went up against the infamous TBZ party beer pong champions were in for a rude awakening, but if you wanted to...

“Uh—“ He starts but then he’s interrupted.

“Yo! Who’s down to play Rage Cage?!”

Juyeon’s voice is somehow louder than the music, carrying into the kitchen where the two of you stand. Haknyeon wasn’t the greatest Rage Cage player, but he enjoyed it a hell of a lot more than beer pong. Especially when he stood beside people who didn’t understand the concept of the game.

You chug some more Pink Whitney, batting your eyelashes up at Haknyeon. “I’ve never played Rage Cage. Is it fun?”

“If you’re next to the right people it can be, but if you aren’t, then it’s a whole lot of drinking. We haven’t played Rage Cage at a TBZ party in a while, but the last time we did Eric Sohn almost had to get his stomach pumped.” He laughs a little at the memory of his friend spending the rest of his night cuddling with a toilet seat. The mental picture overshadows how enticing you look right now.

“Do you think you can teach me?” You ask sweetly, hoping that he takes the hint. He seemed like the type of guy who wouldn’t make the first move unless you forced him to, so it appeared that you had your work cut out for you.

“You wanna play?” He turns to you with wide eyes, almost as if he hadn’t expected you to show interest in the game. You give him a small nod, tucking some hair behind your ear. The truth of the matter was that you were a fucking liar. You’ve played Rage Cage plenty of times in the past. You were actually pretty decent at it, too. You just needed an excuse to spend the night around him.

“We better head over there now. It looks like the table is filling up.” You jab your pinkie in that general direction. Haknyeon blows a raspberry and leads you that way, his hand resting on the small of your back so he won’t lose you in the pack of people surrounding the table.

“Forewarning, my rap sheet doesn’t really read World Class Rage Cage Champ,” he laughs nervously, the anxiety beginning to eat at him all over again. “But I promise, I won’t let you get stacked.”

When Haknyeon said he wasn’t the worst, but wasn’t good at Rage Cage, you took his word. Except he severely overplayed his own skill. Maybe he was just extremely on edge and it threw off his game, but the amount of times he was stacked on was a little comical. At the very least, he kept his promise. You hadn’t got stacked once, but that was also only because Haknyeon would drink for you every time you almost did.

The room is sort of spinning by the time the first game has finished. Playing a drinking game while he’s trying to get to know you better was probably at the higher portion of his ‘BAD IDEAS!!!’ list. If he wasn’t so eager to please and followed along to each of your suggestions, perhaps he’d be having a different conversation. That was not the case, though.

You can’t help but feel a little guilty for the turn out. All you’d wanted was to flirt with your lab partner, possibly end the night with some making out. As it was looking, that’s not the path you were heading down, but rather towards the kitchen for some water to sober him up some. Your bottle of Pink Whitney is long lost, replaced with a bottle of H2O. You hold his chin, tilting it back slightly to pour some into his mouth.

If he hadn’t already had the fattest crush on you, he definitely did now. Pretty and nice? You were the total package. Here you were, nursing him back to sobriety when you could’ve been out and about enjoying yourself with your friends. Up this close, he gets a detailed look at you. It’s so weird for him to think about how much he’s pined after you since the start of the semester, how much he’s admired the face that’s looking at him with this unfamiliar tenderness. He never thought he stood a chance. You know, that whole ‘nice guys finish last’ pick me boy vibe.

“Y/N—” He’s cut short, Juyeon’s voluminous voice resonating throughout the house again, sans the music.

“Everybody who isn’t Tau Beta Zeta, get the fuck out! Someone called the cops!”

Of course. Nobody ever calls the cops on a TBZ party but of fucking course the one time Haknyeon gets shoot his shot with you, someone narcs. He actually thinks he might die. He might keel over and die in the middle of this party while the cops are raiding the place. Lee Sangyeon is gonna be thrown in the back of a police cruiser for letting people drink underage and then send them his way because he bought all of the alcohol. This was just his luck.

Without a word, you grab his hand and drag him out through the back door. You follow the flock of other party goers escaping the wrath of the police. It’s difficult to run in a mini skirt and strappy heels, but you don’t really have room to whine about it. Haknyeon doesn’t know if there’s ever a right time to tell you that you could’ve just gone up to his room, but figures it’s too late when you're hopping the short fence that goes out to the main street of Greek Row.

One would think that he’d sobered up at this point since he was, you know, on the run from the law. Yet for some reason Ju Haknyeon himself doesn’t even know, he’s still feeling the effects of the alcohol, tripping over that stupid fucking fence and falling flat on his face. Thankfully, he lands on the grassy part just before the sidewalk, but it doesn’t make the situation any less embarrassing.

You don’t give him recovery time, pulling him to his feet. He holds a hand to the side of his face that received the harshest of the impact, expecting to wake up to a nasty bruise tomorrow. He’s also unsure where exactly you’re taking him, but is afraid of asking out of fear that you’ll send his ass back to the frat house and have him arrested or something. (He had a bad habit of over complicating situations and coming up with the worst possible scenarios.)

Once the commotion has died out and there’s no one else around, you slow your pace. You turn to face him with a grin, holding both of his hands in yours as you walk backwards. “Are you cool with staying the night at my place?”

Truly, Haknyeon needs to know what act of nobility he committed in his previous life. He needs to go back in time and thank himself for whatever it was. Even with fumble after fumble, he was somehow bouncing back and receiving major compensation for sticking it out. He swallows thickly, nodding dumbly when he realizes he hasn’t given you a proper response.

“Um… Yeah— I mean— yes. That’s fine. That’s totally fine.” He word-vomits, stumbling over his tongue rather than his feet. Being down bad was one of his strongest personality traits. And being clumsy was second strongest, so you don't even have to imagine how terrible a combination of both would be.

The walk to your apartment knocks any lingering inebriation out of his system. He’s entirely too hyper aware of what’s happening as you guide him in that direction. It’s cooler out, the temperature dropping in the nighttime as the end of the semester approaches. If there was another reason to be grateful for this party, it was because he no longer had to worry about not making a move before your last lab together. As much as he despised Biology, he’d take it every day if it meant getting to see you.

He actually feels like he may throw up as you reach your place, his hands sticking into the pockets of his jacket to hide the clamminess of his palms. His nerves are creeping up on him once more, a dark cloud looming over him. He shouldn’t be this jumpy at this point of the night. He should be composed, prepared to sweep you off your feet after spending so much time with you. Why the hell is he sweating bullets right now?

“Welcome to my humble abode,” you curtsy. “Would you like something to drink? Water, maybe?”

“Th-That would be great,” Haknyeon forces out, waddling behind you into the kitchen like a baby duckling following its mother. “You have a nice apartment.”

“Really? Thank you!” You can’t help but giggle at his jitters and the way he keeps rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. A sense of déjà vu rushes over you when you pass him a cup. “Living alone has its perks, I guess. I like that I don’t have to argue with anyone about how to decorate and things like that.”

“It sounds a lot more enjoyable than living with a bunch of men in their early twenties,” he smiles weakly as he accepts the glass of water from you. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how thin the walls are in that house.”

“Do they have sex often?” You ask him bluntly, head cocking to the side almost innocently. He chokes on the water he just sipped, nearly spilling it onto the floor.

“W-What?” He sputters.

“I’m assuming that’s what you’re talking about,” you shrug, facing away from him so you can grab yourself something to drink, also. “We should get back at them.”

You don’t know how many more bones you can throw for him to understand what you're insinuating. Even the frat boy comment you made earlier was intentional. Haknyeon’s mouth goes dry and his eyes widen like a cartoon character’s. What the fuck?

“I’ve never brought a girl back to the house before, because I don’t want them to make fun of me or something— not that I’m saying I would take you back to the house! I mean I just would feel bad if you also got made fun of— not that I’m referring to having sex with you or anything!” The glass in his hands is on the verge of slipping from his grip. “Not that I don’t want to have sex with you— oh my god— um wow, that’s a very lovely fruit bowl you have there I—“

“Hak,” you interject his rambling, wearing a mischievous smile.

The nickname drives him fucking insane. Scratch him possibly dying. If he isn’t dead by the end of the night, he’ll be shocked. Perplexed. Perturbed. Puzzled. Any shock-adjacent synonym you can think of. That will be him. “Y-Yes?”

“Can you shut up and kiss me already?”

Honestly, you don’t have to ask him twice. His lips are on yours in seconds, fingers fisting the material of your skirt at your hips to steel himself. You moan in response to the sheer frenzy behind his actions. It’s so easy to lose yourself in the haste of it; the way you tug at his hair, the blunt edges of his nails digging into your sides, the near clashing of your teeth. He nibbles at your bottom lip, sighing when you allow his tongue to permeate your mouth. He’s content to do nothing but this, kissing you is enough to satiate the desire he’s harbored for you for months. However, with the franticness of your kiss, he knows you want more.

He inches you both backwards until your lower back hits the counter, and then he’s cupping beneath your thighs to hoist you up. His strength sends tidal waves pulsing throughout your whole being, hurriedly pushing the material of his denim jacket off of his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor without a care. Your hands travel south as his lips trail along your jaw and neck, sucking and biting your supple skin wherever he feels fit. He hisses into the dip where your collarbone meets your shoulder when you palm him through his pants.

“Fuck, babe, you want me bad, don’t you?” He mutters into the column of your throat, teeth sinking into the flesh after.

“Mhmm,” you whine, craning your neck to give him more access to the surface. It’s like a switch has flipped in him and it turns you on unbearably. This is what you’ve been trying to coax out of him all night.

Haknyeon pries apart your legs, slotting himself between them so he can sneak his fingers beneath your skirt. His thumb rubs tight circles into your clothed clit, the lace of your underwear damp with your arousal. He connects your lips again, groaning into your kiss when he moves the fabric aside and slides his knuckle through your folds. You buck up your hips, whimpering when he holds them down with his forearm.

“Want more,” you gasp when he applies a bit of pressure to your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“‘More’ what? Use your words, princess,” he instructs, tracing your entrance with his ring finger.

You shake your head because you’re not even sure what it is that you want. You just know that this isn’t enough to quell the hunger burning at your chest. It’s not nearly sufficient to fan the flames in the depths of your heart or the ache in the pit of your abdomen. You need him everywhere. It’s beyond him being your cute Bio lab partner now.

He urges you onto your elbows, pecking the plane of your stomach. He pushes up your skirt and discards your panties, baring you to the cool air of your apartment. Your eyes flutter shut when he kisses your clit gently. Your head is light and airy and it’s like you’re on cloud nine. Haknyeon hums against you, pulling off to scold you.

“Eyes open, baby,” he nudges his nose on your pelvic bone. “Want you to watch me eat you out.”

The moan you release is strained, like it had been confined in the back of your throat for ages until this moment. He flattens his tongue and licks a line from your hole to your clit, suckling the engorged skin and repeating. Your eyelids are heavy, keeping your intense gaze on him as he all but makes out with your pussy. He focuses his mouth on your clit and slips his middle finger into you. He pumps it in and out languidly, setting a rhythm that matches each swirl of his tongue around your clit.

The whole scene still feels unreal to both of you, like you might wake up from a wet dream or something. How was it possible that Ju Haknyeon was finger fucking you on your kitchen counter? Just a couple days ago, you were sitting side by side in your Biology lab, too nervous to initiate a substantial conversation. You’d think it would be harder to slob on someone’s knob than it would be to talk to them while wearing a fuckass lab coat and goggles.

Haknyeon works his forearm up, pinning down your thighs so your cunt is fully accessible. He adds a second finger to the mix, thrusting them at a higher speed and increasing the unrelenting sucking of your bundle of nerves. He can tell you’re creeping closer towards your climax with the way your walls clench around him and your hips continue to jerk up. And considering the kind of person he was, you figured he would aid you rather than hinder you. But you figured wrong.

He slows his assault, removing his mouth from your clit and leaving the stimulation at just his two fingers. You whine, lip quivering when he looks up into your eyes.

“W-Why are you— what are you doing?” You plead, hating the tone of your voice. The tables have turned, with you sitting beside desperation. This is so unlike you— so unlike the usual domineering aura you exude during sex— your body reacting differently to the power falling through the cracks within your grasp.

“Don’t you wanna savor the moment, princess?” He sounds so cocky, a far cry from the wavering confidence you’d always seen out of him. He kisses the skin of your inner thighs, moving closer and closer to the area you need him most, all the while he continues curling and uncurling his fingers.

The precipice of your orgasm is right there, you can almost taste it on the tip of your tongue. But Haknyeon holds it just out of reach, dangling it in your face like teasing a dog with a chew toy. Tears prick at the corner of your eyes, a false sense of hedonism building and building, then slowly ebbing away each time he retracts. You open your mouth, but no sound comes out.

Just when you’ve given up hope, he adds a third finger and wraps his lips around your clit, sucking harshly. The sudden and unexpected intrusion snaps that familiar cord in half, blinding you with white hot pleasure. The groan that escapes from the base of your chest is guttural, echoing throughout the kitchen. You don’t have it in you to worry about waking your neighbors, especially not when you feel the curve of a smile against your cunt, such an uncharacteristic response from Haknyeon.

Your legs spasm as the height of your orgasm calms. You pull him down for a wanton kiss, tangling your fingers in his hair. He laughs at the role swap, hands flat on the counter to hold him over you. “Feel good?”

“So good, Hak,” you murmur into his lips. “Think you can fuck me like that next?”

“So impatient,” he snickers, pecking along your jaw once more. “But since you’ve been so good for me, I think it’s only fair that I return the favor.”

You clumsily undo the button and zipper of his cargoes, pushing them down with your foot. He steps out of them and kicks them away while simultaneously removing his t-shirt. You take your top off and shimmy out of your skirt, raising an eyebrow at the narrowed look in his eyes. “What?”

“Do you have a condom?”

“No,” you poke your cheek with your tongue. “But, I don’t care if you wear one. I’d rather feel you raw, anyway.”

His forehead drops to your shoulder. “God, you’re killing me. Okay.”

He shoves down his briefs and you have to stop yourself from gawking at his size. While he wasn’t the biggest, he was definitely bigger than anyone else you’ve ever been with. He pumps himself a couple times, guiding his length to your entrance and throwing his head back when the tip presses into you. This was really happening, holy shit. Ju Haknyeon was actually having sex with you.

Your toes curl and you stab your nails into your palms to distract from the stinging stretch. He eases into you with the occasional grunt, minding your expressions for any signs of discomfort. When all he sees is your features contorted to display pleasure, he resumes. By the time he’s bottomed out completely, both of you are moaning messes. You feel so full, stuffed to the brim with the weight of his cock.

“I’ve wanted to be inside of you for so fucking long,” he admits, speaking the words into your sticky skin as he drags himself out only to piston back in. The action throttles you a bit, your eyes tempted to roll to the back of your head from how fucking good it feels. You can’t conjure coherent thoughts to properly convey how many endorphins are coursing through your veins.

Haknyeon sets a pace that combines the perfect amount of speed and depth, the tip of his cock brushing that spot deep in your cunt. Your brain is hazy and your vision blurs, hardly able to see anything in front of you. His mouth attaches to the pulse point on your neck, ensuring he bruises the area.

“Y-You’re— fuck— you’re s-so deep, Hak. I can feel you all over,” you wail, bringing one of his hands to tamp your lower stomach. The pressure contributes to the growing tension of your second orgasm, something you know will collide into you with even more exertion than the first.

“Yeah? You’re taking me s-so well, baby. No one else has ever fucked you this good, right?” Sweat beads on his hairline, dripping down his temples with every thrust of his hips and every drive of his cock into your sweet pussy. Even if he really did somehow manage to die tonight, he could do it with integrity. He could go out with the honor of a fallen soldier knowing that he got to experience this at least once in his life.

He hikes one of your knees up to your chest, burying his dick deeper if humanly possible. You arch your back, pushing into his chest to minimize the space between you, antsy at the promise of another release as mind blowing as the last. He brings you to the edge of the counter so you’re now hip to hip. Haknyeon snakes a hand in the middle of your bodies, using his thumb to rub circles into your clit. That stimulation coupled with the depth of his cock encourages the fluttering of your walls, in turn drawing out the state of bliss you’ve been chasing.

Your vision goes blank, stars painting the behinds of your eyelids. A second orgasm crests upon you and evokes a moan so pornographic, it sounds far away from you. It’s a dreamlike euphoria, an almost out of body experience that puts every other orgasm to shame. The surface of your skin is hot to the touch.

“Where do you want me, princess?” Haknyeon asks breathily. In the calamity of your own release, you nearly forgot about his until you register the twitching inside of you. It pauses the static in your ears, returning the volume of the world to its normality.

“Cum inside of me,” you whine, the overstimulation becoming too much to handle. He doesn’t need to be told another time, grip tightening on your thigh as he spills into your cunt.

The two of you stay still for a moment, allowing clarity to flow into your brains. You wince when he finally has half the mind to pull out, his nose scrunching up at the sensitivity. He slides his underwear back on, extremely conscious of how naked he is right now. He has an inkling that you were anticipating that this would happen, because why else would you ask him to stay over tonight? But, he is the Ju Haknyeon that you’ve sat next to this entire semester in your Biology lab. So he couldn’t just march forward without a little overthinking and self deprecation.

“Do you still want me to stay?” His voice has reverted back to that small, unsure tone. You sit up quickly, alarmed by the twinge of disappointment underneath it.

“Of course, I do,” you pout, kissing his cheek and lacing your fingers together. “I’ve had a crush on you since the beginning of the year, Hak. Sure, maybe I skipped a couple steps in between, but I have wanted this so badly— I have wanted you so badly— for you don’t even know how long.”

He chuckles, tucking some hair behind your ear. He leaves a sweet kiss on your lips, softer and gentler than the ones from earlier that night. He’s intentional with the way he glides them in harmony, like he was following the melody of the most beautiful song. “Oh trust me, I think I have an idea.”

© juyeonszn. do not steal, claim, or repost.

#deoboyznet #the boyz #the boyz x reader #the boyz smut #tbz #tbz x reader #tbz smut #the boyz haknyeon #tbz haknyeon #ju haknyeon x reader #ju haknyeon smut #haknyeon x reader #haknyeon smut #juyeonszn #blackoutorbackout🍻

[julianalvarez9]

"don't you know what you're doing to me? " "you look good with my hands around your throat." w Ruben Dias pls

attention / rúben dias

summary: wearing your brother's best friend's jersey, in normal circumstances, wouldn't mean anything other than your support for the club where your brother plays. except, you have a slightly more complicated relationship with the owner of the last name displayed in your back.

pairing: rúben dias x stones!reader

prompts: "don't you know what you're doing to me?" + "you look good with my hands around your throat" from this list.

mentions of: unestablished relationship, bit of vulgar language, implications of past sexual encounters (?

author's note: not as smuttish (? as i'd like it to be, but i loved the concept of rúben x stones!r too much 😮‍💨 if anyone has any ideas or concepts for this pair i'll work on them right away 🙏🏻

wc: 1.2k

you never really cared what you wore inside your home, which you shared with your older brother, john. it was always baggy shorts or joggers, depending on the weather, and a random shirt: more often than not, belonging to his wardrobe, fitting you like a dress due to the size difference between john and you.

but today, you did it on purpose.

you knew messing around with rúben wasn't the smartest idea: not only due to him being a footballer, which was bad enough on its own, since your brother made you swear when you were fifteen that you'd never date one, but because he was your brother's best friend.

and if the whole ordeal wasn't bad enough for you, rúben had the audacity of ghosting you for a week, before coming to see your brother, not even sparing a glance at you.

truth was, last time you two were together, his mind slipped. he had told you the infamous three words in the heat of the moment, and although you two hadn't discussed it when you finished your funny business, rúben was punishing himself for it. he knew he said it because he meant it, but he also knew that there was no possibility of you two ever getting together. that's what you had told him from the start: "1. we're not friends. 2. no feelings involved. 3. john can't know".

so, it was understandable, from an outsider's point of view, why he was trying to distance himself from you, but since rúben never told you the reason, you were pissed. rightfully pissed.

that was the reason behind today's attire: shorts and rúben's number 3 on your back.

when john saw you this morning, at breakfast, he didn't even spare a glance. he knew you had a few jerseys belonging to his teammates, including a kevin de bruyne one that you cherished with your life, almost never wearing it, only on special occasions. but john had seen you repping the dias surname on your back, and not once questioned it. not even today, when he knew that his friend would be coming to play some video games, enjoying the free day off training that the team got after the fa cup final won the day before against man united.

staying seated on the couch after breakfast, wasting time scrolling on your phone wasn't strange behavior for you, either. you stayed there until you heard your brother open the door and greeted his friend in, giving you the perfect excuse to go back to your room: they were gonna play their video games for hours, and you weren't about to be hours on end looking at a screen, enduring the angry shouts of two grown men.

you jumped up, picking up your phone and water bottle to go, just when rúben was walking onto the living room now, happily chatting to john until he saw you standing there. you waved, displaying a friendly smile on your face, even if your blood was boiling at the sight of the portuguese who couldn't even text back, but who could come to your house so shamelessly -even if he wasn't planning to see you. still, you made sure that he could see your figure disappearing when you left the room, and with it, his name clearly printed across your back.

you weren't even thinking about rúben anymore the next time that you exited your room. you simply were trying to get to the kitchen to refill your water bottle, and you did just that. yeah, it should have seemed a little strange to you that you couldn't hear any shouts from your brother's best mate, but you attributed it to the fact that he was generally calmer than john; he was competitive, but not at your brother's level. you didn't think anyone could match him, to be honest. so, it shouldn't have surprised you to find him, seated on your bed when you came back to your room, but still, it did.

"you're doing it on purpose, aren't you?" he questions, his tone not wavering once. you try not to look into his face when he gets closer, bringing you all the way into the room to close the door behind you softly, as to not raise suspicions. when you murmur a soft "i don't know what you're talking about" you can't see how his browns crease due to your gaze being focused on the ceiling above to avoid his eyes. he can still see the lie painted all across your face, and most importantly, the proof resting on your figure, so he forcefully angles your face by your jaw to finally connect his brown eyes with yours.

the act takes you by surprise, and you shove his hand out of your face. "what the fuck, rúben!?" you whisper-shout, and you worry when you remember your brother's not too far away from the room in which you two are in.

he scoffed. "don't ignore me now" rúben scolds, and you roll your eyes at him, annoyed, which only infuriates him more. he has to stop his desire to smash his mouth into yours, because after a week, he does think he'd be able to stop, not even when his best friend could walk in on you any minute. "acting innocent now," he continues, holding onto your waist with a bruising force. "don't you know what you're doing to me? flaunting my name on your back" he says, tugging your shirt one, two, three times, with so much force you think he's gonna rip it off your body. "while i can't do anything about it?".

you laugh bitterly at his argument. "well, that's entirely your fault, big boy".

the mocking way you use to refer to him has him laughing bitterly and throwing his head back in resignation. "how is it my fault?", rúben questions, and it's like he genuinely doesn't know, which only fuels your anger more. "i don't know, maybe try not messing around with your best mate's little sister and then ghost her for a week, right?".

"stop with the attitude," he scolds, and his hand, previously grasping your cheeks to get your full attention, slides down your throat, pressing onto it lightly. you gasp at the small pressure, and his eyes shine with lust. "you look good with my hands around your throat, did you know that?".

he grins when your whimper at his filthy praise, and you use the small moment of distraction to reach for the back of his neck to draw him in. its been a couple of days now, longer than it has ever been since your little arrangement started, at least, so the kiss is anything but gentle, tongue and teeth clashing against each other. you know that, if you continue this path, your floor will be covered with your clothes and his, so yo need to stop it, with the last bit of clear judgment you have in your brain. "we're not fucking with my brother in the next room".

he laughs against your neck, and it has your neck erupting in goosebumps with the way his hot breath fan across your skin. "who said anything about fucking?" he asks, continuing with the neck kisses after the rhetorical question, and his touches leave you forgetting everything, including that your brother is probably looking for him.

"i won the game, rúben! 5-0!" john screams, and by the way it sounds so far away, you can breathe since he's still in the living room. "where the fuck are you?".

#football imagine #football imagines #football x you #football x reader #ruben dias imagine #rúben dias imagine #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias x you

[stabbyfoxandrew]

mafia restaurant pls🙏 (if it’s not too late)

WIP Wednesday (9/20) | Mafia Front Restaurant AU

“Well that’s true,” Jean agrees, stirring the pot both literally and figuratively. He tastes it once more and nods to himself, seemingly satisfied with the adjustment he made. Kevin huffs.

Neil laughs. “Kev, I think you would eat a brick of mud if it was wrapped like a protein bar.”

“Oh, fuck you. I would not. I have common sense.” Kevin says, crossing his arms. Neil severely doubts that some days. And he’s personally witnessed Kevin try horrible combinations time and time again. “Name one thing I’ve eaten that—”

“Peanut butter on a hamburger.” Neil says immediately, geared up and ready. 

Before Kevin can refute that atrocity Jean turns to add, “Cottage cheese with tuna fish mixed in.”

Neil gags.

“I was just trying new things!” Kevin insists. “Besides, protein is important.”

“That doesn’t exist outside of your head. No one in the world has ever done that before,” Neil says, repressing a shudder.

“Don’t you think you should go check on your table, waiter?” Kevin snaps. 

Neil’s eyes widen. “Oh, fuck. It has been a minute, hasn’t it?” 

“Yes. And take new drinks. They’ll probably expect that.” Jean says, pointing to the counter. Neil blinks. Somehow, there’s a pitcher of water there that he hadn’t noticed. He gives Jean a look, but grabs it. Then he takes the last couple bottles of beer from the fridge and hurries back to the dining room.

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#here u go babey!!! #aftg #andreil #kevjean #Mafia Restaurant AU #WIP Wednesday #🕊️ #answered #anon

[storiesbyrhi]

Bones and All - Chapter 10: Counting Numbers

Eddie Munson/Reader Series Masterlist

Warnings: canon typical violence/gore, swearing, weird parental relationships, animal farming/slaughterhouse setting (1 scene only); psychiatric hospital setting (1 scene only); discussion of religion; suicidal ideation/thoughts; no beta; updated each chapter

Synopsis: A Bones and All AU. What do you hunger for?

Chapter Summary: You walk a lonely road. 2822 words.

Author's Note: We are diverging from the book/film, my friends, because we wanna have a little more Stranger Things in this AU before we rejoin the canon. Enjoy. Also, a reminder my work has no beta, and is often riddled with typos. Forgive me, pls.

The first night you spent without Eddie was in Frankfort. In the morning, you woke up in a playground cubby house miserable, then hitched your way to Indianapolis. Another two nights alone in the city had you desperately lonely. All the people with their happy little normal lives. Couples in restaurant windows. Families in the parks.

You walked the streets scared and resentful. Guilt for leaving Eddie was eating you alive, so to speak, and the regret felt like it would last forever. It was turning you into a bitter and dangerous thing.

Breaking into cars and stealing cash and anything useful was easy enough; the hard part was avoiding witnesses. Early in the morning after your third night in Indi, you were down an alleyway behind some apartments. You smelt him before you saw him.

A man was asleep in the driver’s seat of a car. Through the window, you watched him breathe. On the backseat was a pile of clothes, his wallet, and some toiletries. He’d been kicked out of home, you figured. Maybe he’d been unfaithful. Maybe he’d hurt her. Your mind was giving you a lot of different maybes that would justify what your stomach was begging you to do.

You shook your head to yourself.

No.

Penny. Luke. Dmitri. Kevin. Marcus. Noble. CJ. Jamie. Lydia. Steve.

I’m not a monster.

Before you could settle on a story about the man and one about yourself, the front door opened and the man leaned out with a cough. You could smell the booze.

“What the fuck you doin’?” the man asked, squinting through the morning light.

You took a step back.

“Oh, hey, hey. Sorry, love,” he said, trying to soften his voice. He’d seen you and subsequently decided you were not a threat to him. Perhaps, the man thought, you could be of use. “You need some help or something?”

“No,”

“You sure? You look hungry.” And he looked hungover in the vilest way. “You wanna get in? I’ll take us to get breakfast, huh?”

Penny.

As you took a step closer to the car, the man smiled and it was nothing like Eddie’s.

Luke.

You could feel his eyes follow you as you rounded the front of the Honda Acord.

Dmitri.

The passenger door didn’t open as you lifted the handle; the man leaned across to pull up the lock.

Kevin

You hesitated for a second, wondering where Eddie was.

Marcus

The inside of the Acord was stuffy, the air stale.

Noble

“I’m Brian. What’s your name?”

CJ

“Wendy,” you lied.

Lydia

“Well, Wendy, you sure are pretty.”

Steve

Brian.

…

The Honda Accord took you northeast to Muncie. You didn’t stop to clean up until you were well beyond Indi’s city limits.

At the public library on Jackson Street, you found a quiet spot to read. The words on the page melted into the pink flesh of your brain and refused to process. When it took three goes at one page, you gave up, opting to instead pull out your journal.

The lines on the page asked how you felt, but you didn’t want to feel.

Slamming the journal shut and throwing it at your bag,  you earned a few disapproving looks from the locals. Glaring back at them, you hardly recognised yourself.

You thought you were just hungry, but Brian was settling in your stomach and it still wasn’t enough. You wanted Eddie.

No.

He was better off without you. Yeah. He could do his own thing and not have to look after you and eat who he wants and not be made to feel guilty and… and…

Fuck.

There was a reason you’d not left Indiana yet. There was a reason your mind kept coming up with wild and fantastical stories about how Eddie got his scar. There was a really fucking obvious reason your entire existence was burning with longing.

“Well hello, little missy.”

A shiver ran down your spine. You looked up and saw him standing at the end of the aisle, the shadow of all the books casting him in half darkness.

“I didn’t mean to scare you.”

He looked exactly how you remembered. The jacket, rat’s tail, and ear.

“Uh, hi… Sully,” you greeted, quickly putting your things in your bag and throwing it over your shoulder.

“Oh, you ain’t sad to see old Sully, are you missy? ‘Cause seems to me like this is some good luck,”

“Luck?”

“Well, you know. Without your new friend anymore.”

Luck or happenstance had nothing to do with it. “Have… Have you been following me?”

“I know, it seems crazy to me too! I just didn’t know what else to do,”

“What? Why?”

“Because we didn’t have our chance to say our goodbyes,” Sully said, moving toward you.

You walked out of the aisle and into a more open section of the library. Sully was keeping his voice low, and nobody was paying much attention.

“And I’ve been worrying on you. On your own as you are now,”

“Uh… Why… Why not say hello or something earlier then?”

“Oh no, I don’t interrupt. That’s bad manners. And you was with your friend. Where’d he go now? I saw him took off from Lafayette real fast. Is he your boyfriend?”

“No, just a friend,” you answered, not sure why you were saying anything at all. Sully was looking you up and down, even reaching out to touch your face. You dodged his hands and shook your head.

“Oh, just a friend,” he repeated. “Maybe he didn’t get that telegram… He one of us?”

Normally the fact that people were predisposed to say nothing, do nothing, bystander effect, was to your benefit. But then and there, you silently screamed at the library patrons to help. For one person to step up and ask if you were okay. Eddie would have.

“Well, like I says – life is never dully with Sully… What do you say? Uh… Wanna… You wanna take a ride with Sully for a bit?”

“It’s… it’s weird that you’ve been following me,”

“It’s only been a couple of weeks – life will get weirder. I promise,” he said with an awkward chuckle and a terrible attempt at nonchalance. The laughter made the librarian look up. Sully continued his pitch. “I liked… I liked our talk. It’s a hard and lonesome road for us, isn’t it? So, there ain’t no sense making it lonelier,”

“I’m… a girl,”

“I know, about my daughter’s age… If I had one,”

“Is that what this is?” you asked.

Anger flashed across Sully’s face. You saw it before he could control it. He stepped from foot to foot on the spot, shoved his hands into his pockets, and hunched forward. “How do you like that?” he mumbled to himself.

“I’m not trying to upset you, Sully. I just don’t feel comfortable with this.” You could hear it in your tone, and you knew Sully probably could too. It wasn’t your intention to be patronising, but it was that or bare your teeth.

“You’ve never fit with someone before?” he asked then, making eye contact.

“I have… It’s just gotta go both ways.” And it had. It had for you and Eddie.

Sully started to breathe heavily. “You don’t like Sully,”

“Why do you say your name like you’re two different people?” you asked, itching with the feeling of being manipulated.

“You don’t like me,”

“I don’t trust you. And it doesn’t matter if I’m wrong or I’m right about that. It just matters that I feel it,”

“So, you’re not coming with me?”

Sully spoke like a child and his logic wasn’t far off that pattern either. Yet, there was an unmistakable knowing in his look and in his actions. Neither part of him was a facade. That’s what made him so unhinged and deadly.

Had Lydia Harmon been dying when Sully had found her? Or had he helped her along? If you hadn’t slipped out of the house that morning, where would you be now?

Everything was coming into focus.

“Not coming with you.”

There were a few seconds where you thought maybe he’d leave. “Fuck you, then,” he said quietly. He took his hands out of his pockets. “Fuck you, missy.”

You nodded and took a step away from him. Sully responded by rushing forward and grabbing your shoulders.

“You fucking bitch! I ate with you! I dried off with you! I ain’t ever done that with anyone else!”

Other people came running over to pull him off you.

“That means something, missy! That means something!”

As soon as his arms were ripped from you, you bolted from the library and down the street. Throwing yourself into the Accord, you started to sob. You could almost hear Eddie’s voice in your head telling you to go, go, GO!

You speed down Jackson Street and straight out of Muncie, watching the rearview mirror the entire way.

…

The ringing abruptly stopped.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Red,”

“Eddie?!”

“Yeah… Sorry I haven’t called in a few days… Been, ah… Doesn’t matter. How are you? You good?”

“Where are you? You sound weird,”

“I’m, ah, I’m driving home actually,” Eddie told her.

“Really? When will you get here?”

“Tomorrow. I’ll be there tomorrow,”

“Can you stay?” There was hope in Max’s voice. Eddie was a monster for a lot of reasons, but he wouldn’t let it be for dimming that last light.

“Yeah. Yeah, this time I can,”

“Wayne’s gonna freak! Can I tell him?”

“Yeah, Red. Go for it.”

Max went to say something else, but the sound on the other end of the line stopped her. “Are you crying?” she asked.

“What? No. I’m good,”

“Ohhhhhkay… Can I tell Dustin you’re coming?”

“Sure… I’ll see you tomorrow, ‘kay?”

“Yeah. Tomorrow.”

…

After Muncie, you went east through Winchester and Versailles. It was easier being without a home in a city than it was out rural. You would have to decide to steal or buy supplies if you wanted to keep traveling, or find a place to make home. Deep down, you knew you weren’t going to do either. It was just stubbornness keeping you from where you wanted to be.

When you got to Sidney, Ohio, you ditched the Honda Accord and continued into the city centre on foot. Unlike Eddie, you weren’t well-versed in asking to swap number plates on a stolen car. And there was the fact that Sully knew the car. It was easier to disappear without it.

You found a mall and hatched a plan. As a child, you’d been so afraid of being left behind. Abandoned. Forgotten. Whenever you and your mother went shopping, you’d never wander off, terrified that she’d leave and you’d be locked in a giant store after closing hours. Now, it was exactly what you were aiming to do.

Biding your time, you considered hiding options. Eventually, you crawled under a display bed, finding the space below hollowed out and empty – no mattress or springs in sight. Laying starfished out on the floor, you listened as customers went by. Staff restocked and cleaned. Then, the store emptied.

That night, you remained on the floor under the bed, satisfied with a roof over your head. There would be no complaints about a lack of a soft below. In your dreams, your father came to you and smiled as he held out his hand. You opened my mouth and he put his fist inside. You ran down corridors, the walls stained with words, and one by one you found them, each of them, waiting for you in the dark.

...

Seventeen nights. That’s all the time that had passed since you had been left with a letter.

Fourteen nights since you left that house and ventured out into the world.

Seven of those nights had been spent with Eddie.

And since you left Eddie with no letter, three nights.

When you woke up under the bed in the store, your spine felt like it had curled in on itself. “Fuck,” you mumbled. Walking it off didn’t help. Shoplifting ibuprofen didn’t help.

More counting.

Six days since your last shower.

And the cash? Enough for another week unless you gave in to the fantasy of blowing it all on a family size pizza and shitty hotel room. But that would be dumb. It would be so fucking stupid.

…

“Yeah, hi, could I get a large meat lovers? With extra meat… Um… all of them? … Yeah. Thanks. I’m at the motel on the highway, um, opposite the new roadhouse? … Yeah that one. Room 7… Thanks.”

…

The knock on the door was gentle at first, just a soft tap tap. You hadn’t slept well in days, so deep in sleep that the noise was useless. When Anna knocked again, she called out, “Housekeeping!”

It wasn’t out of the norm to find people in the motel rooms after the prearranged check-out time. Anna unlocked room 7, stood in the doorway, and sighed. She looked around. Empty pizza box. Bag hardly unpacked. Towel on the floor.

“Miss! Miss! Housekeeping!”

You didn’t stir.

Anna walked into the room, carefully. She was always careful. “Miss. You need to wake up.” She poked your shoulder.

That did it. You shot up, twisting yourself in the sheets, and flying off the bed with a yelp. Anna waited for your head to pop up.

“Sorry!” you squeaked. “Sorry. I slept in. I’ll go.”

As she watched you pull jeans on and shove things into your bag, she smelt it. “How old are you?” she asked.

You looked up at her. “Twenty-one,”

“You seem younger.” Anna waited for you to figure it out. Nothing yet. “You’ve got… plans. Some place to go?”

“Uh… Yeah. Yeah. Totally,”

“I don’t believe you,” she stated. “You’re running. You eat the wrong person?”

That’s the trouble with questions, one always leads to another.

You stood up. Focused your senses. The penny dropped and you were instantly afraid. Of the three eaters you’d met, only one had been good. With a 66.6% rate of bad, you were already calculating if you could make it to the door before she could do anything.

“It’s alright. I know what it’s like out there,” Anna said. “Look… The kid they got at the desk is a couple fries short of a Happy Meal, so nobody’s gonna notice you staying another night. Just keep the lights off and stay quiet.”

As she turned to leave, you quickly said, “Thank you.”

Anna looked at you and frowned. “You can’t live like this. I tried. I tried for a long time. You stay out on the road and you get lonely. You get mean and you accept ungodly company. Can’t live like that,”

“I don’t… I don’t know what… else to do.”

She leaned against the doorframe. “Find somewhere. Or someone. Anything to keep you tethered to a real life.”

It must have been written all over your face. Anna smirked.

“Maybe you already found it. Don’t run from it… Be gone by morning, alright? And don’t eat the kid at the counter. He’s dumb, but he’s good people.”

You stood in the middle of the motel room a little shellshocked. For all the emotional repressing you were doing, a perfect stranger could see it on your face easily. Eddie felt like home. He felt like home. And you needed him and you wanted him and you would run all the way to him if you had to.

Sometimes you don’t know how true something is until you’ve heard the words put around it.

…

Eddie could have been anywhere. The only way to find him was to start at the beginning – Hawkins, Indiana. Maybe you’d find him there, but at the very least you could leave a message with Max for when he called her.

You hitched a ride from Sidney to Fort Recovery and another over state lines to Marion. There, you sat on a bench outside of a gas station and waited.

“Where you heading?”

He was standing with his back to the sun, which sat low in the sky. A silhouette of a man with a sure voice.

“Hawkins,” you answered, holding your hand flat above your eyes to shield them.

“On the way, if you wanna ride.” He stepped towards his car – a 1985 Cadillac El Dorado convertible. To you though, just a rich guy’s fancy yellow car. It had a custom number plate reading ‘TODFTHR.’

Perfect.

Inside, you looked at the dashboard. It was an entirely different machine to the van you and Eddie had taken from Cowboy Cook.

“You like her?” the man asked as he pulled out of the gas station and onto the road. “Got her this year,”

“Sure… She’s… nice,” you tried, but you knew nothing about cars to really make the call.

“I’m Todd. What’s your name, babe?”

You answered, “Wendy.”

End Note: In case you didn't see, I posted a new Eddie x Reader one shot. AO3 link here. Tumblr link here.

Fic Taglist: @azydrateanatomy @pussy-drunk @mrsdollardog @akiratoro420

Eddie Taglist: @solomons-finest-rum @ruinedbythehobbit @munsonlives @sweetpeapod @depressooo-expressooo-blog @thorfemmes @hawkins-high @corrodedhawkins @grungegrrrl @lilzabob @mymoonisalways-in-scorpio @averagemisfit03 @ches-86 @ilovecupcakesandtea @onehotgreasymechanic @hazydespair @lacrymosa-24 @mel-the-fangirl

#Mine #Bones and All #Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x Reader #Eddie Munson x You #Eddie Munson/Reader #Eddie Munson/You

[splishsplashyouropinionistrash]

We’re back, bitches!

You will never escape me.

It’s time, once again, for AFTG Hot Takes, the show where I just say whatever the fuck pops into my head.

Today’s topic: Kevin Day and his romantic interests.

Now, okay, I’ve discussed this a bit in previous posts. I’m not going to go too far in depth for the two ships I’ve talked about already.

Please, for the love of god, these are just my opinions. I’m literally just a teenager on the internet. It’s not that deep, you don’t need to write a ten paragraph essay on why grooming is okay (although tbf that made my night. Still waiting on a reply, bb)

With that out of the way, let’s get into it.

I’ll be honest, I’m not a fan of most Kevin ships. I only like two of them, so we’ll save those for last.

1. First up we’ve got Kevandriel, Kevneil, and Kevandrew (pls dont @ me, i’m not 100% on those names)

I hate it. Despise it. Just so bad. Ew.

I made a whole post on why I have Kevandriel, read it if you want. 

Kevandrew (Kevin/Andrew) just doesn’t make any sense. Their personalities don’t mesh at all. Kevin doesn’t take no for an answer, which is something that is so important for Andrew.

Kevneil (Kevin/Neil) is one I just don’t like because, as we all know, I am a petty bitch. I don’t have a reason for disliking it, really. It just... idk, gives me the ick.

2. Moving on, Kevin and Thea.

I made a post regarding this one too, check it out (or don’t).

I don’t feel like rehashing all of that tho, honestly. (but pls feel free to read the reblogs, some were v good and others just made me cackle. Still looking at you, grooming guy)

3. Now, onto the ones I haven’t discussed. We’ll go with Kevjean first.

So, I mean... it’s not impossible that this actually happened in cannon, however. Just judging by the reactions these two had to each other once Jean was out of the Nest, them sustaining a healthy relationship would be nearly impossible.

Also, I am a diehard Jerjean fan (thanks gus_47, I blame you and the masterpiece that is Hoax for this) so I just... can’t bring myself to picture Jean with anyone else.

4. Kevin and Jeremy!

Listen, I don’t hate this one. I simply adore those fun lil fics where Kev is tripping over himself cause he’s in love with Jeremy (looking at you, quicksand). They’re so fun! But, Jerjean owns my soul (again, thank you Hoax) so it’s gonna have to be a no from me.

5. Kevin and Matt

I’ll be real with you, I didn’t know this existed until yesterday, and I am shocked.

I haven’t stopped to think about it much, and I probably won’t, because Dan. I just- that is her husband, excuse you.

6. Kevallison (Kevin/Allison)

I don’t mind this one, honestly. I sorta get it, tbf. 

HOWEVER.

Diehard Renison fan. Enough said.

And now, at last, we come to the two Kevin ships that I can (and do!!) suport whole-heartedly.

7. Kevaaron !! (Kevin/Aaron)

Listen, I just love their personalities. I love the idea of these two assholes healing together. Simply adore.

Before you say it (you know who you are, and yes I’m still salty ab this) I. Don’t. Ship. It. Because. I. Want. Andrew. And. Kevin. Together. ffs, people. What kind of person do you think I am? 

8. Kevin and... (drumroll please)

Himself!

I am 100% in support of aroace Kevin living his best life with his friends and family.  

I mean, it’s lovely. Spectacular. 10/10, adore it.

Okay okay I’m done (for now)

Let me know what other hot takes you’d like to hear!

And as always, if you disagree with anything I’ve said, fight me! I mean that, i love a bit of lighthearted discourse. (unless your opinions are truly heinous, in which case I will verbally punch you in the trachea.)

Blah blah hitman, blah blah death threats

#aftg #aftg textpost #all for the game #tfc #the foxhole court #kevin day #splishsplash originals

[maddy-ferguson]

Is riverdale finally ending pls give spoilers i beg you

you're so mean talking to me about riverdale ending and acting like it's a good thing. it's a real loss for the cw community...well right now they're in the 50s for reasons i can't remember because the episodes are from last summer there was a comet last season and they forgot about the fact that they're from the present and so it's like a 50s au and it's very fun and there's a milkman killing people betty is always thinking about sex she and veronica almost kissed last week but they were interrupted jughead is writing horror comics and the principal's like you write about people getting murdered why do you want to murder people ethel's parents were murdered and people thought it was her she stayed at the sisters of quiet mercy for a while alice said betty's no longer her daughter archie's playing basketball and he also writes poetry we learned that last week what else reggie's on a basketball scholarship and lives with archie he misses his parents who are farmers toni and kevin's boyfriend clay have a book club for black students and cheryl didn't do anything last week she almost married archie but then she started dating toni because yeah she's a lesbian oh clifford's here he's not dead and he's awful as always cheryl has an evil twin named julian instead of jason he almost died but he survived reggie saved him and other bulldogs from drowning veronica owns a movie theater

#and tabitha's barely here i forgot to say that #and yes it is ending i think they wrapped like yesterday or they're wrapping next week or something #it's my last cw show i think #the end of an era #rvd #ask

[khaleesiofalicante]

hello hi 🌸🌻

I clearly didn’t make it through without emotional damage after reading through the last few chapters gosh. But I’m recovering now ksnjknjbhf

timeline 1 malec is so soft. They are both so fucking gone for each other. Good to know that Magnus has been a sad emo child since day one. 

Alec calling Ragnor for Magnus I??? if my partner doesn’t pay an entire trip just to get my best friend to surprise me then I don’t want them. I’d straight up return them.

That entire chapter with Jace. 

“I’m not letting Alec die of a heart attack” BYE

Magnus getting a divorce for his safety/sanity- it makes a lot of sense and whoever is giving shit to Magnus will have to go through me-

Magnus making fun of Ben’s name lmfao bb pls, you’re not fooling anyone. 

Is this Ben person fishy??? What is up with him?! He seems fishy I’d say. I have trust issues with guys named Ben or like guys in general who aren’t LBs.

“I miss my happiness’ BITCH do not make me smack your head like desis do with their remotes. Go fuxking get it.

David and Max are a goddamn mess someone send help-

Rosewood is so soft I love them. Rafael writing a letter for her. He’s baby. He’s also an idiot. 

“He can’t turn off being Rafael” OKAY THATS IT IM ADOPTING RAFAEL. 

oof Robert got shot. Okay I kinda get why alec would feel safer with a gun but Magnus is also right. But Magnus is also an idiot who needs to explain shit. The ultimatum thing was kinda shitty. okay but alec hiding it? They are such a mess *sighs*

Is someone following Alec or smth?? are these bitches in danger on top of everything else??

“It makes me wish I was dead instead” EMOTIONAL FCKN DAMAGE.

Magnus wrote fanfiction skwbqiwnwn screaming 

Max telling Alec to not bring the election thing>> cannot believe that Alec and Max have the best communication in this fic yet lmao (minus the David secret ofc lmao). This also reminded me of that convo in lbaf where max tells Alec how they sometimes feel pressure because of the LB name. 

David telling Max about the books he like. screaming crying throwing up

Okay magnus missing the election to help Shinyun was nskwkqw but this one time I cancelled on all my friends on a trip last minute because my best friend had some shit going on and flew across the country to meet her so ehm I get it kinda. Also because im a MAGNUS APOLOGIST first and human being second. 

PHEW!!!!!!!!! It was a roller coaster. These bitches are a fuxking mess. Malec should’ve adopted that daughter then atleast one of them would have brain cells. 

There’s this show called This Is Us. TLND reminds me a lot of it. Even the storytelling pattern. It’s a compliment btw since it’s my fav show. I think you would like it (if you haven't watched it already) since you’re into family dynamics and all. It’s just extremely long skskkssksk and takes months to finish. 

okay I’m gonna go and read some fluff now bye ily take care. 

me after reading 8 chapters together

BABE OMG. I LOVE THIS IS US. A FAVE SHOW DJEJWJKWKW.

(I stopped watching after 3 because it got weird but I need to catch up tbh)

Now that I realize Randall does give some Rafe vibes and Kevin being Max 😶‍🌫️

Here is a Max and Rafe tiktok for you. The first is Max and the other is Rafe 😎

#tlnd

[roothefool]

decided to jazz up my kevin design a bit

#my art #wtnv #welcome to night vale #kevin wtnv #kevin wtdb #kevin desert bluffs #give Kevin a last name pls

[annyeongffs]

#𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: 𝘁𝗯𝘇 𝗮𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝗺𝘀.

𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻'𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁. 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗌!

𝘅𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗍. 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌, 𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝖻𝗓.

𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒏:

soft dom / 𝗱𝗼𝗺 / hard dom

• sangyeon isn’t a super hard dom, but he very much wants to be the one in control. whether it’s of you, your reactions, your orgasm, etc... mans just wants to feel in charge. i don’t see him being strict or anything but he’s definitely dominant. will probably prefer to be on top but can sometimes be a power bottom; also is likely into some choking (giving), size kink (have you SEEN his hands?!), and maybe spanking,, nothing too harsh. would be an absolute king at aftercare.

𝑱𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒃:

𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗺 / 𝗱𝗼𝗺 / hard dom

• some see jacob as a switch or sub leaning, but when i tell you he radiates dom energy... he rADIATES. he may look sweet and act cuddly on camera, but something tells me that it’s a whole other story in bed. he probably likes to praise his partners, which makes me think he would also have a slight kink for seeing them in lingerie; not to mention his voice oh my god jacob would be so vocal, i 100% support the jacob bae dirty talk agenda!!! not afraid to tell you what he’s gonna do to you or how he wants you to behave. why can i see him as a soft brat tamer help me- also another aftercare king.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏:

𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗺 / dom / hard dom

• younghoon is soft and cute most of the time, but as a dom i rly see him wanting to act a little rougher. nothing bad or complicated though, no chains or leather... younghoonie would probably prefer more vanilla in bed except that he also wants to be in control. he wants to see you fall apart (probably has a receiving praise kink so don’t be afraid to tell him how you feel!) and he wants to make every inch of you feel amazing. i don’t see him being super kinky but he’s not opposed to a blindfold every now and then.

𝑯𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒋𝒂𝒆:

soft dom / dom / 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗱𝗼𝗺

• PHEW HOLD ON FOR THIS ONE YALL - hyunjae is the epitome of a hard dom. wants your hands above your head, body against the bed, gonna make you beg. i would literally bet money that this mans is into overstim (giving) like when giving oral he won’t stop until you safeword him. seriously into foreplay and edging (he is SUCH A TEASE) and i could also see him having a sir/master/daddy kink... hyunjae is in control and if you don’t believe it, you better be ready for him to fuck the brat right out of you.

𝑱𝒖𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒏:

soft dom / 𝗱𝗼𝗺 / hard dom

• i considered putting him as a soft dom bc of his sweet personality, but then i watched the breaking dawn mv and was like hmm, nope. mans is a total dom- no whips, no ropes, but when he’s in the bedroom there’s no playing around. he has no patience for brats and will leave you hanging until you submit; juyeon probably really enjoys receiving oral. also he seems like the kind to have a bit of a strength kink, i.e screwing you up against the wall just to prove he can. long story short juyeon will fuck you four ways into tomorrow... but only if you behave.

𝑲𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒏:

soft dom / 𝗱𝗼𝗺 / hard dom

• so even though most of tumblr is in agreement that kev is a massive switch / sub leaning,, we’re gonna talk abt when he doms. kevin def is the type to be into bondage- wants to see you all pretty and tied up for him like a little present. also seems like he’d be really into dirty talk, especially degradation... you’re his slut when he’s domming, no questions asked. i could also see him being into edging, but then again he could be into overstim too. mans just looks kinky af; probably hella experimentalist, willing to try anything once. expect absolute filth from him when he’s on top.

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒉𝒆𝒆:

soft dom / 𝗱𝗼𝗺 / hard dom

• new may not be the hardest dom to exist, but he’s certainly a good one. i get massive brat tamer energy from him- you wanna talk back? fine, have fun getting yourself off. you wanna play? he’s almost guaranteed to win. he won’t hesitate to show you your place... which, speaking of, is probably bent over his knee. wouldn’t be super into hurting you but would probably love to spank you as a punishment for being bratty; could be down for you calling him a title of some sort. won’t choke you too hard but will definitely leave you breathless. also a pro at aftercare, prepare to be swaddled in cuddles when he’s done with you!!

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒎𝒊𝒏:

𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗺 / dom / hard dom

• his vibes were lowkey hard to place... i settled with soft dom bc i feel like no matter how heated the moment is, q’s first instinct is to take care of you. yes, he may be very into dirty talk, and sure, he doesn’t mind some light bondage (silk ties anyone?) but the last thing he wants to do is hurt you. i can totally see him having a thing for body worship (giving) so expect to feel beautiful around this boy; also i feel like q is the type to want you to be loud, wants to hear how good you’re feeling. basically wants to please you and make you feel amazing, but don’t forget that he’s in charge or he’ll say some very morally questionable things. will turn into the softest boy ever when it comes to aftercare.

𝑯𝒂𝒌𝒏𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒏:

soft dom / dom / 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗱𝗼𝗺

• this might be a bit controversial but,, i get major hard dom feels from hak!!! don’t let his silly side fool you because this is a dom who will push you to your limits every. single. time. probably into rougher, more bdsm-style foreplay; i can picture him wanting you gagged and spread out under him, and pls don’t hurt me for this one i feel like this boy could be a biiiig exhibitionist... teasing you around his members, fingering you at dinner to see if you can keep quiet, even fucking your body right up against a window. but if he does anything that hurts you he’ll instantly back off, i don’t see him wanting to cause you actual harm. def expect kinky sex with haknyeon.

𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒘𝒐𝒐:

soft dom / dom / 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗱𝗼𝗺

• brats better beware of this man right here. sunwoo will fuck you up so good you won’t remember your name; i can totally see him overstimming when giving oral like ughh, what those pretty lips do baby?? and wanting you to sit on his face. another pro at dirty talk since there’s no way a rapper like him stays silent during sex... also gives off slight exhibitionist vibes but doesn’t actually want people to see you in the act . sunwoo is a nasty little tease who loves to toy with you, edging you while making you think you’re in control when you def are not. ALSO i sense some huge corruption kink energy from him!! wants to mark you up and make you his, to be the only one to fuck you like you deserve. (but try to take control and he won’t hesitate to remind you where you belong.)

𝑬𝒓𝒊𝒄:

𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗺 / dom / hard dom

• tbh i think eric’s a bit too young to be more than a soft dom. while he’s definitely the one controlling the pace and the mood, he probably isn’t experienced enough to know how to command a sub like a true dom. that being said i feel like this boy could be pretty kinky... maybe a bit experimentalist, always curious to find the stuff that makes you both feel the best. could also be into hair pulling (giving) like when his partner is blowing him; however if you pull his hair even a little bit eric will go NUTS over it. i don’t see him wanting to be called anything like “daddy”, but when he’s in bed you both still know who’s in charge. and as long as you’re well-behaved for him, he’ll make sure you’re fucked out at the end of the night.

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[ericspinkhair]

guys my age don’t know how to love me good

pairing: dom!juyeon x noona!reader

synopsis: lee juyeon is the only guy who makes sex worth it

word count: 3.1k

warnings: noona kink, mentions of toxic and abusive sex, deep throating, no mentions of protection (wrap it before you tap it), inexperienced/unsure reader

a/n: this is for @rolezeure + anon

requests are open!!

masterlist + requests

'y/n, I swear to god if you won't come to this party with me I will actually never talk to you ever again. you know what this is?' your best friend siyeon dramatically held up a pair of scissors. 'scissors, to cut our friendship.'

'but what am I supposed to even do there?' you scoffed. parties were stupid 'I don't know how to talk to people.'

'you don't need to talk, dumbass. you get drunk, grind on some hot dude and get laid.' siyeon rolled her eyes as she was so done with you.

'as if that is supposed to convince me to go. sex is completely overraded, my dude. it just hurts and the guys don't even care. as long as they get off on you it's fine.' you had not have had any positive experiences with sex. it usually hurt, the guys were rough and didn't really care if you were crying. there wasn't any pleasure you associated with it.

'that's cause you've been with only toxic men. but please, come with me! it's way too awkward to go alone and I need a hype woman. Sangyeon will be there. I cannot miss the opportunity to get with mr. dilf. have you seen him? he is sooo hot, y/n. I might never have another opportunity like this. and I need a lot of alcohol in my system first before I can initiate something,' she whined. she gave you the best puppy eyes she could to make you give in.

you knew your friend had been eyeing sangyeon for weeks. siyeon had tripped the first time she saw him and had to wipe away the drool from her chin. she then memorized his schedule and you would always have to watch him from afar. however, she could not utter a single comprehensible sentence without alcohol if she was nervous but when she was drunk she was the most sociable and flirty person and always got with whom she wanted.

sangyeon was usually never to be found at parties but this particular one was for his friend's birthday so siyeon knew he would show up. who knows if she would ever see him again, after all, he had just graduated from college and would be leaving campus. this was her last opportunity. you sighed.

'fine,' you finally gave in. she squealed and hugged you so tightly that you had trouble breathing.

'omg, I love you so much, y/n! you're a lifesaver. I owe you big big time.'

'you certainly do.'

you tried to convince yourself that maybe a party was just what you needed. finals were finally over and you were on your well deserved break before you started your last year of college.

a week later, the two of you took a cab to the party location. you arrived at a huge mansion that must have cost a huge ton of money. it felt like thousands of people were there, getting drunk and going skinny dipping in the gigantic pool. you recognized some of the people. you didn't really know them but you often saw them walk around on campus.

when you entered the house some dudes whistled at you. ew. you definitely had to get a drink to be able to stand all these gross men lurking around here. at least you had your pepper spray with you. better safe than sorry.

siyeon and you found the bar and immediately downed a couple of shots. the alcohol burned in your throat as you drank one after the other. your friend needed the effects alcohol brings with it quickly.

'have you found him already?' you scream over the music at siyeon.

'no, he's nowhere to be seen… maybe he's not here at all' she was pouting.

I grabbed her by the arm. 'come on. let's go search for him somewhere else. hmm, maybe he's outside?' you dragged her through the mass of people. she was gonna get laid tonight, you were gonna make sure of it.

the backyard was just as crowded but at least you got some fresh air. a lot of people were grinding on each and making out in the pool and hot tub.

'oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. he's there!' siyeon whisper shouted at you.

'where?' you couldn't find him in the crowd.

'over there next to the huge ass plant. he's standing next to jacob.' ah, you saw him. him and jacob were engaged in a deep conversation and occasionally sipped on their drinks.

siyeon just grabbed a drink out of a passing person's hand, ignore the complains and drank it all in one go.

'I need more.' so you went to get more alcohol before you could convince her that now was the time.

'how do I look? is my makeup smudged? do I look enough like 'daddy, I've been a good girl. pls choke me?' she kept on trying to flatten her hair hastily.

'you look absolutely gorgeous, girl. go get him, tiger.' she did look stunning. the red lipstick matched with her bold red dress. it was short and showed a lot of cleavage. her beautiful curves were perfectly highlighted and if sangyeon didn't drool over her then you would seriously have to buy him new eyes.

you high-fived each other and then she went to go on her mission.

you watched how he scanned her up and down, taking in her beauty, when she approached him and then smiled brightly. she touched his muscular arms as he said something that made her laugh. he seemed to be enjoying her company jacob, who had understood what was going on, had joined his other friends kevin and eric on the dance floor inside.

'who are we spying on?' someone whispered in your ear, making you jump and almost spill your drink. rude.

'oh, seeing if my best friend's gonna get laid tonight like she'd hoped to. seems positive so far.' the guy who had come up to you nodded interested. you had no idea who he was but you didn't exactly mind his company. he was a handsome fellow, with a face sculpted by the gods. his dark blue hair made him stand out even more.

'so what are you gonna do if she leaves with him? are you just going to leave?' he asked.

you shrugged your shoulders. 'probably. she's the only reason I came to this god awful party.'

'oh, you don't like it?' he raised his eyebrows.

'no, it's too full, it's too loud and I'm bored. who even is this guy who threw this party. I actually have no idea who he is,' you complained about everything. he seemed to become more amused as you went on.

'then allow me to introduce myself. hey, my name is juyeon.' he held out his hand.

'what does that have to do with- oh my god this is YOUR party!' you realized in shock. your face was burning with embarrassment. but he didn't seem to mind at all and just laughed light heartedly.

'yeah, I'm sorry you don't like it. if you like I could take you somewhere quieter with less people.' oh dude, he was flirting. why? you did look hot as fuck in your short black dress but you had literally just insulted his party.

'I'm sorry I'm not really up for sex or whatever it is you're offering.' you scratched your neck awkwardly. you wouldn't mind if he visited you in your dreams sometimes tho to have a good time.

'that's too bad. I was hoping I could make you feel good.' he brushed a finger over your cheek.

'I doubt you could. no one ever has.' he snorted at that.

'how old even are you?' you asked him.

'19, you don't have to worry. I'm a legal adult. you?' 'almost 21.'

'ooh, that's fun! are you sure you don't want to spend some private time with me, noona?' that was fucking unfair. he was using this noona thing to get you to give in. he knew exactly what he was doing and you could feel yourself getting aroused.

'I just don't think sex is right for me. it just hurts and doesn't do anything to make me feel good,' you explained to him.

'seems like you've only been with douchebags. I have a 100% rate of making women come. you should try and see for yourself, noona.' his lustful gaze stared deep into your soul, making your legs wobbly.

it seemed so tempting. he was super hot and couldn't help but notice the outline of his abs on his shirt. the alcohol was also encouraging you to make some bad decisions and step out of your comfort zone. this man somehow made you super horny with his toned body and god like face, whether you liked it or not. you caught yourself seriously considering going with him.

'here's a proposal. I give you head and if you're not satisfied with my services we can just stop there.' he leaned down and whispered in my ear. 'I would love to hear you scream my name, noona.'

his offer actually didn't sound too bad. juyeon might just be more skilled than the rest of the men you had slept with, who knew. you didn't have anything better to do anyways so you might as well see if he can make you feel good.

'where do we go?' you finally asked after staying silent to keep a suspenseful silence. his eyes lit up and he grabbed your hand. he led you back inside, up the stairs and into the room on the far right.

you could see posters of football player, trophies and pictures. this was obviously his room.

you didn't have much time to look around as he locked the door and kissed you

you were surprised by just how not slimy it was. usually, the guys would always try to wet your whole face and you had to wipe your mouth every other second.

but he started off soft and placed his hands on your hips. you put your arms around his neck to get closer to him and deepen the kiss.

his hands started roaming your body and when he squeezed your ass, you let out a moan. juyeon took this opportunity to slip his tongue inside your open mouth.

the kissing made you dizzy and you desperately tugged at him to get him closer to you. he picked you up and held you up against the wall. you let your hands wander under his shirt and started tracing his abs while grinding your core against him. you could feel his dick harden with your movements.

juyeon carried you to the bed and slowly let you down so you laid on your back. while he quickly took off his shirt you tried to catch your breath after the intense make out. you didn't have long to admire his muscular upper body before he lifted the dress so you were only there in your underwear.

he startes placing open mouth kiss from your collar bones, to your boobs, to your stomach until he reached the hem of your panties. he made sure to keep eye contact as he put the fabric between his teeth and slowly pulled them down like this. you felt cold air hitting your core.

'so pretty, noona,' he admired your clearly dripping pussy. he dragged one finger over your lips to see just how wet you were.

'I haven't even touched you yet but you are already so wet for me. I told you I'd make you feel good. I'll show you just how much, noona.' and with that he dove right in between your lips to prove his point. the feeling of his tongue fucking you was unfamiliar. no guy had ever even cared to get you wet and pleasure you before actually having sex.

Juyeon was desperately devouring your juices as if he hadn't drunk for ages. additionally he started massaging your clit with his thumb, knowing exactly what a woman likes. he had to hold down your hips to keep you stable because you were trying to buck up into his face as it felt so good. every time his nose came into contact with your clit while licking you felt like you were losing control.

involuntary moans were spilling out of your mouth and you could feel juyeon smirking against your core.

suddenly, he slipped a finger inside you and started slowly pumping it in and out of you. it felt a bit uncomfortable at first but you got used to it quite quickly and when he noticed, he slipped a second finger inside. damn, those were some long ass fingers.

your pussy made squelching sounds which you couldn't care less about in the moment as he rapidly fucked you with his long digits. you were pulling at his hair as he took your bud between his teeth, alternating between softly biting and sucking on it.

you suddenly couldn't take it anymore and your orgasm washed over your body like a wave and juyeon slowly continued until you had fully come down from your high.

he sat up straight again. 'I promised I could make you feel good, didn't I? god, you look so hot when you come, noona.' fuck, where did he learn to do all this? maybe he was right after all.

you noticed that his nose was coated in your juices but he didn't seem to care at all. 'do you want to continue?'

'only if you can make me come again,' you challenged him.

he scoffed. 'that's not even a question, noona.'

he quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants. the shape of his bulge was clearly visible through his underwear. you reached inside and whipped out his already hard dick. you gulped.

'it's so big,' you whispered afraid. he was bigger than the other guys you had slept with and if they had already hurt you then his cock would probably hurt even worse.

he stroked your hair out of your face. 'don't worry. I've already prepared well so you should be able to take it without a problem. I'll make sure to go slow to not hurt you, okay?' you needed to trust him. it seemed like he actually knew what he was doing.

you gave his dick a couple of strokes to see how he reacted before you wrapped your lips around his leaking tip. seeing juyeon throw his head back gave you the encouragement you desperately needed to go forward.

you took him all the way until you started gagging. this was something you were good at. you started deep throating him and he moaned out your name.

'fuck, noona. you are so good with my cock.' he brushed your hair to the side so you it wouldn't be in the way when you sucked him off.

you noticed that he tried to control himself but couldn't refrain himself from bucking up his hips a few times, making you gag.

he then stopped you. 'I can't come yet. I need to show you how proper sex is done first.'

you laid down on your back and he positioned himself between your legs. he pressed your arms down next to your head and intertwined his fingers with yours.

'are you ready?' you gave him a nod.

'just squeeze my hand if it hurts.'

he slowly pushed his tip inside. you shut your eyes tightly and juyeon stopped to give you time.

'no, no. go all the way in first,' you whined.

his dick filled your walls up to the brim. you tried to calm down your heavy breathing. you squeezed his hands in pain and he held still. juyeon placed a kiss on your mouth.

'you're doing so well, noona.', he praised you. 'just tell me when you feel ready to go.'

it did hurt but not quite as much as the other times. and no one had ever waited for you to actually adjust before beginning to pound into you.

juyeon distracted you with kisses and as you started getting more comfortable you slowly started moving your hips against him. you gave him a slight nod to tell him he could continue.

he still started off with a moderate tempo and you needed more.

'faster!' you urged him and he picked up the pace. the way he snapped his hips made you see stars.

the pain was now completely gone and you were lost in your own pleasure.

when he started  thrusting into you from behind, he hit spots inside you you had never felt before. the new position allowed him to go even deeper and faster than before.

you moaned surprised as he spanked you.

'you like this, noona?' you could only groan out his name to show him how you felt.

the knot in your stomach became tighter and tighter.

'I think I'm coming!' you manage to get out.

'come for me, noona!' with that he went into overdrive and fucked into you like a machine.

your arms gave in as your walls clenched around his huge cock tightly and you came hard while screaming his name.

he rode out your orgasm and then pulled out. he stroke his dick fast and shot his big load on your butt and back.

he lay down next to you exhausted. his fingers wiped away the tears of pleasure you didn't know you had cried.

'did I make you feel good, noona?' 'more than just good,' you admitted satisfied.

'I guess guys my age just don't know how to treat me.' he hummed in agreement.

'that makes no sense. you are absolutely gorgeous. they missed out on the opportunity to see your beautiful face when you come.' this was weird. he was still nice to you even after he already came. what was this?

'thank you for making my birthday wish come true,' he said. 'huh, what do you mean?' you questioned him.

'actually, I've noticed you on campus before but I was always too shy to talk to you.' 'oh really?' you laughed sceptically.

'yeah, I wanted to ask you on a date first but it seems like we skipped a couple of steps.' he was blushing. gosh, he was kind of adorable.

'I mean we could still go on those dates if you'd like, birthday boy.' strangely enough you felt like you could trust him and kind of wanted to get to know juyeon as a person.

'awesome,' he smiled at you before he pecked your lips and went to clean you both up.

you had completely forgotten about siyeon. hopefully, her night had been just as satisfying as yours had been.

#the boyz juyeon smut #the boyz juyeon scenario #the boyz smut #the boyz scenario #lee juyeon smut #lee juyeon scenario #smut #kpop #kpop smut #kpop scenario

[minjiwritesstuff]

Omega X Kinks

Jaehan

blindfolding (receiving): i do believe that he enjoys being blindfolded and let you do whatever you want to pleasure him

hair pulling (receiving)

marking (giving & receiving): honestly, he loves marking you up because he thinks it's sexy as f, but he also absolutely adores when you mark him up because it makes his pride and his ego go up

honestly, last one i don't even know if it has a name for it, but he loves to fuck his cum back inside of you, he thinks it's so hot

Hwichan

light bondage (giving)

marking (mostly receiving): let me explain this one, of course, i think hwichan enjoys to mark you up because then he can mark you up as his, but he way much prefers when you mark him up because the feeling he gets while you use your lips, teeth and nails to mark him up gives him shivers down his spine

hair pulling (receiving)

last one, not really a kink i think, but it still kind of fits for the situation. i think that hwichan wouldn't mind getting caught by a member. his ego would go up to the roof if someone ever caught you two

Sebin

ice play: for some reasons, i believe that sebin loves ice play. whatching you shiver as he glides an ice cube on your skin would make him so horny. also pls, suck him off with a ice cube in your mouth, he'll moan so much more than he normally would (this sounds hot ngl)

bondage (giving): honestly, i think that this one and the previous one would go well together. but just sebin knowing that you are at his mercy and that he can do whatever he wants with you without you moving or so, he won't waste any time and start taking action ASAP

hair pulling (giving & receiving)

dry humping: idk if it classifies as a kink, but i do believe that it's something that sebin would enjoy

cock warming: again, not really a kink, but sebin would L O V E cock warming. and although it doesn't always lead to something else, it most likely WILL lead to something else. because sebin can control himself for such act, but if you guys were in that position for too long, he has to fuck you after otherwise he won't be able to function normally

Hangyeom

choking (giving): i don't really need to explain this one tbh... but the view of his hand around your neck while he fucks you turn him on so much

hair pulling (giving & receiving): if you pull on his hair while he eats you out, he most definitely will moan on your core and he will pull your hair most likely when you suck him off because it feels too good

like jaehan, i think hangyeom loves to fuck his cum back inside of you. he thinks it's hot and it more often than never make him go for a second round, sometimes even a third

cock warming: unlike sebin, this will always lead to something else. because yes, hangyeom has good self control and he can stay inside you for quite some time without moving, but as soon as he feels the throbbing in his lower area, he can't stay still anymore and has to move

orgasm control: hangyeom is a dom, so he loves to control things. so when it comes to orgasm, well of course he'll want to control your orgasms. but tbh, he controls his too so that you two can cum at the same time

lingerie: much like hangyeom's first kink, this one needs no further explaination. you + lingerie = a rock hard hangyeom

(i went overboard with this one jdjdjdshdjds i'm certainly not bias wrecked)

Taedong

chocking (giving)

daddy/baby girl: ok so taedong may be soft, but when it comes to the bedroom, his soft side stayed on the other side of the door. when ever you call him daddy, it gives him a rush of adrenaline, so that even if he was tired as shit, he gained back all the energy he needs. as for the baby girl, he uses it whenever the opportunity lets him.

strip tease

collars: he LOVES when you wear such thing as a collar, or really anything wrapped around your neck. you know that eye mask dance practice we got for what's going on? well... let's just say that his eye mask became something else

Xen

hair pulling (giving & receiving)

marking (giving & receiving, but mostly giving): this is simple. he likes being marked, but loves marking you up because you are his and his only

choking (giving): no furhter explainations needed

breeding kink: the thrill it gives him every time he cums inside (which is always) knowing that he could get you pregnant is so hot to him. it honestly could make him go for another round

teasing: jinwoo is a bitch, so of course he will tease you, but pls, for your own good, don't tease back

edging (giving): this is a form of teasing so i won't really explain, but he loves to edge you and he edges you so often that you sometimes cry from it, which leads us to our next kink

adoration of crying: if you cry from too much edging, or too much pleasure, jinwoo simply loves it

blindfolding (giving)

(i once again went overboard dfjdfjdfj)

Jehyun

fingering: although this isn't a kink in itself, i do believe that jehyun absolutely loves and LIVES to pleasure you, so ofc, fingering you is a must and it's something he adores

marking (giving & receive)

hair pulling (receiving): jehyun most definitly will moan almost every time you pull on his hair (which tbh sounds hot)

cock warming: i don't see cock warming being nesecerally something sexual for jehyun? for him it's probably more like a way to get closer and spend some time together? like if you are watching a movie or just cuddling together he might ask for cock warming at the same time. but i think that he, just like hangyeom and sebin, have good self control, even better than them. but of course, sometimes the pleasure gets to him more than the thought it would do so he ends up turning this into something more than a cuddling session

Kevin

light mommy kink: ok, this one. i don't think that jinwoo would call you mommy, but he definitely is more sub than the others. so he would do as you say and would be good for you

blindfolding (receiving): similar to jaehan, he loves it when you blindfold him and do what you want to pleasure him

palming: would be a moaning mess if you palmed him and he would love it so much. cums from it too because he literally felt in heaven and couldn't hold back

Junghoon

size kink: he absolutely loves being big for you pls

light chocking (giving): wouldn't choke you as hard as the other would, but he'd still do it because he thinks it's hot

cumming inside

dry hymping: similarly to kevin, he probably would cum in his pants because it just feels too good for him and he couldn't hold himself back any longer. what a messy boy

Hyuk

ice play

mirror sex: he would especially love to fuck you in the dance practice room

palming: this isn't quite a kink i think, but it gets him weak for you tbh. most likely will cum in his pants too because it feels too good

Yechan

light choking (giving): similarly to junghoon, he wouldn't choke you as much and as hard as the others, but he finds it hot when his big hand acts like a necklace to you

marking (giving & receiving, but mostly receiving): i think yechan really likes to be marked up. it wouldn't boost his ego like it does to jaehan, but he just enjoys seeing all the hickeys on him and remembering how good it felt when you sucked on his skin

hair pulling (receive)

#omega x #omega x smut

[hansolmates]

cherry contact |🍒

summary: jihoon has access to all versions of you - your credit score, shopping habits, work emails, even your terrible tinder history. pairing; fbi agent!jihoon x civilian!reader (f) genre/warnings; fluff, crack, it’s really just that “your fbi agent” meme that caused everyone 8 years ago to put tape over their webcams, questionable viewing habits for an fbi agent, language, dick talk, mentions of sex, jihoon has feelings and is confused, he is a PINER, tw—sexual harassment  w/c; 3.3k  a/n; i can’t believe i finished this��😭 part of meraki’s job collaboration and i’ve been dying to do a svt collab since the dawn of time and finally today’s the day! it’s been a hot moment since i’ve written for jihoon, glad i managed to get those svt writing muscles going! a huge thank you to @merakiiverse​ and @woozisnoots​ for putting this together. readers pls definitely check back on the masterlist linked above to see more of the other talented cwc writers and their rendition of the job prompt!

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“Kevin, 32, works at Kodak,” you scroll further to the description, “I love being tied up and need a dominatrix, have swing at home—no.” Swipe right. 

“Lisa, 24, works at Infinity Dance Studio,” you definitely are weak for athletic ladies, “My hobbies include cuticle care and online shopping! Looking for a sugar daddy or mommy that can spoil me rotten—definitely can’t afford that kind of relationship.” Swipe right. 

“Hansol, 26, works in an art museum,” sounds promising, you love art, “wait, why are all his pictures of him holding fish? Is he inside a fish? Who the heck finds that attractive?” Swipe right. 

“Billiam, 31, works in finance. Needs a bratty baby girl who can triangle,” you grimace, “what is with these guys and stating their kinks from the get-go? Gotta take a girl out to dinner first, and the fuck is a triangle?” 

You swore off Tinder since the dark ages, also known as senior year of college. However you’re in a particular slump, thirst-trapped between needing some serious dick and a committed relationship. You’d prefer the latter, but after a stressful day at work and the fact that it’s the ass crack o’dawn, you’ll take what you can get. 

“Bye Billiam,” you sing-song into your phone, moving to swipe right. 

Except you accidentally drop your phone between your sheets, and when you pick it up you accidentally swipe left. 

“Fuck fuck fuck me with a fuckin’ fuck nugget!” you cry out into oblivion. You’re so glad you live alone at the very least, it stops you from looking like a crazy person when you talk your potential sexipades out. 

Billiam has Super-liked you! 

“No. Nononono—” you bludgeon your head against your pillow, frowning when your phone opens up a chat for you and Billiam. 

Billiam: hi can u check if my dick is too small

You: please, don’t send me a picture of your dick. 

Billiam is typing… 

You: for fuck’s sake—

“—that’s disgusting,” Jihoon curses, and immediately sends out the screenshot for sexual harassment. 

“What’s disgusting?” Mingyu chimes, swiveling in his spinny chair from his side of the room.

“Don’t look,” Jihoon gags, reaching for a bottle of Coca-Cola from the mini-fridge. “You’ll throw up your fried chicken.” 

“My person is a twenty-one year old nympho who also happens to be a incel,” Mingyu chastises to his screen, closing up the eighth tab of BBC porn he’s seen this week, “he doesn’t know how well he’s avoiding the FBI’s eyes,” Mingyu shakes his head, “so I’ve seen some pretty bad shit, but I’ll take your word for it.” 

“No,” he echoes your name like you’ve done the most heinous thing in the world, “no, no! Why would you swipe left on Jackson? You’re way out of his league! He literally looks like he has a pea-sized brain!” 

“He does look like he has half a brain cell,” your voice reverberates through his noise-cancelling headphones, unknowingly agreeing to Jihoon’s passionate throw of anger, “but I’m deprived and desperate, so!” 

It’s like you can hear his sentiments exactly. 

“Literally, you could have any person you want,” Jihoon chastises through his desktop, glaring heavily at your bedroom camera, “you’re wasting your time with these losers!” 

Oblivious, you let yourself dangle across the bed. The camera isn’t the best quality, but Jihoon watches intently at the rise and fall of your chest as you attempt to fall into a fitful sleep. 

“Some yell at screens for soccer,” Minghao says to the air from his cubicle, “some yell for Starcraft, but Jihoon yells for Tinder like it’s an Olympic sport.” 

“Jihoonie,” Mingyu rolls around his chair, resting a long arm over the backrest, “do you have a crush on your civilian?” 

Jihoon immediately swivels around his hair, meeting the amused eyes of Mingyu. “No,” he says sharply, whipping around to glare at his screen. 

He glares harder the longer Mingyu’s simple question sinks in. He doesn’t have a crush on you, he likes you. Jihoon swallows his sigh, wondering why you would want to go as low as Tinder to look for a potential tryst. From your profile, you’re absolutely beautiful and intelligent. You have simple pleasures that match his—a hot cup of tea right after dark, snuggling under a weighted blanket while watching anime, and sleeping in on Sundays.

Unlike him, you don’t see the world through half a dozen lenses and a plethora of information right at your fingertips. No, you’re lucky. 

“Hey can you grab me my water bottle?” Mingyu asks over his shoulder. 

Jihoon thinks nothing of it, leaving his post for the thirty seconds it takes to get to the mini-fridge and grab Mingyu’s Hydroflask. 

“You got a call,” Mingyu says when he plops the bottle on his desk, indicating to the red blinker on Jihoon’s computer. 

It isn’t until he puts on his headphones does he take care to see why his blinker is going off. 

He’s getting an incoming call. From you. 

You’ve been waiting on the line for about two minutes. He lets two additional minutes breeze by because Jihoon is internally screaming. You’re calling again. There’s a fire blazing in his brain, his fingers hot as he twitches against the spacebar of his keyboard. 

From the monitor he can see that you’ve given up on sleep, hands pawing through your drawer so you can take a final swipe at your magenta-tinted lip balm before nesting yourself in the sheets. You’re kicking around as if you don’t have work at 9AM, smacking your lips to apply the shiny salve while you wait for your call to be picked up. 

“Why is my civilian calling me,” it isn’t a question, it’s a thinly veiled indication that Jihoon is ready to fight whoever compromised him like this. 

Mingyu and Minghao fail to answer. That’s okay, he isn’t opposed to killing both if neither fess up. 

It would be so easy for him to ignore the call, or redirect it to another part of the office. Yet he aches to talk to you, for real talk to you. As if you’re just two regular plain-old human beings with normal lives, and as if he didn’t know every nook and cranny about your daily routine and your favorite breakfast foods.

Call it pride, call it confidence, but Jihoon’s been pretty good at games and he hopes prior experience helps him get over this hurdle. Slipping on his headset, he accepts the call and answers in a controlled voice, “This is the local hotline for sexual harassment reports, are you here to report a case?” 

Okay, so this is the closest thing he can get to having a full-fledged conversation with you, so he’ll take it. 

“Hi,” you mumble your name into the phone, and he nearly disintegrates right then and there. It’s different when he can hear your voice directly in his ears, definitively reaching out to him as opposed to being a fly on the wall, “I received an email that a report was sent out for my previous chat as sexual harassment, but I didn’t send out a report.” 

“Yes,” Jihoon replies smoothly, tapping his nails against his thighs, “it’s a new update.” 

“Oh, well thank you,” you reply, and Jihoon sees from the camera that you’re staring at your phone in curiosity. 

“It’s my job,” he says, and the words hold more weight than you think, “are you okay?” 

“Is it also your job to ask how I’m doing?” 

He smiles wryly, and he looks up at the monitor to see how you’ve considerably relaxed on your bed. Your legs dangle in the air, and you’re hugging a mango plushie with all the love in the world. “Not really, but I figured I’d ask. I don’t think I’d be able to recover from a dick that looks like an unhinged toenail.” 

Your laugh flutters in his ears, and his stomach is flip-flopping with more than just his shitty ramen lunch. Your face curls and wrinkles into happiness at the lewd joke, and you rest your chin on your stuffed fruit. 

“I’m okay,” you finally answer, “it’s not the first time I’ve seen subpar dick. But thank you… what’s your name?” 

“Uji,” he says, a codename that he considers as precious as his actual name, “feel free to call or text this number if you’re ever feeling uncomfortable and in distress.” 

“I’ll keep that in mind, good night Uji.” 

“Good night.” 

That wasn’t so bad, Jihoon thinks as he hangs up the phone. He dims the monitors to let you freshen up and get ready for bed, as per your schedule. After tonight, he hopes he can be sated with his curiosity of you. Maybe he needs to follow your plans and open up a dating account or something, he feels that he’s starting to get a little too engrossed in your presence. 

The waning starts today. 

You: help, i’m feeling uncomfortable and in distress

Uji: what is it this time? 

You: i can’t decide which weighted blanket i should get. Will more weight make me feel more comforted or will i accidentally suffocate myself in my sleep? 

The waning of you did not start that night, in fact it never began. Jihoon’s been on edge for weeks, simultaneously teetering between what he calls the high-school equivalent of the talking stage and an absolute catastrophe. 

It started as an accident, you meant to call your friend’s number for cooking help but since the last call before your friends was his, you called Jihoon instead. To your surprise, he knew how to roll out homemade pasta without a pasta machine. You kept him on the call for the entirety of dinner preparation, and he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pride when your pasta turned out perfect and you were happy and full for the entire night. 

Weeks later, and you’ve been texting each other for shits and giggles. At first you chalk up your insistence that he’s basically Human Google and has the answers to seemingly anything and everything, but over time it seems that you enjoy your daily interactions with him. Whether it be a simple phone call asking how to unclog your drain or a screenshot comparing two different KitchenAids, he’s at your disposal. 

The burner phone he’s been holding as of late is on silent, but he’s able to pick it up immediately. It’s almost intuition, coupled with the way he notices whenever you seem in a pickle and you need to contact him. However he does not have a chance to formulate a reply, as you’re now calling him.

“Couldn’t wait?” he speaks as if you’re familiar with each other, as if you’re friends. Jihoon longs for that so much, he would love to be upgraded to someone other than the IT guy you text for funsies. 

“Yes,” you say, voice laced with determination, “I’m deciding on whether to just like or Super-Like this guy on Light a Flame.” 

Jihoon deflates a little, but steels himself. You’d never want to go on a date with the IT guy, it seems that you enjoy the anonymity of your recent communications. Your conversations are definitely meme-worthy. 

“Who is it?” 

“His name’s Lee Jihoon, 25, works in the FBI.” 

He chokes on his coffee, precious beans from Argentina, and the liquid is flying across his keyboard. 

Pulling up your phone view, it confirms the worst. In a moment of Weakness with a capital W, Jihoon had caved and made a Light a Flame profile the other night. It’s an app reserved for more serious relationships, which means you’ve finally graduated from Tinder. 

“Are you okay?” he wants to cry when he hears you on the other line, genuinely panicked. “Do you need me to send you his profile?” 

“N-no,” he sputters, rubbing a rough napkin from McDonalds over his dripping chin. He thought he privated his profile last week after he realized there was nothing he could do to let loose of you. Turns out that isn’t the case, because you’re currently pursuing his profile and actually kinda-sorta considering him for a potentially serious relationship. 

“C’mon, Uji,” you tease lightly, “you always seem to know what to do. This is your area of expertise after all, since you work for that kind of department.” 

What should he do, scratch that, what can he do? It’s a complete violation of policy to be fraternizing with his civilian life. Sure, there has been episodes of civilians and agents meeting each other, but only minor violations that both parties forgot about shortly after. He’s so far deep at this point, he can risk being relocated or losing his civilian—losing you. 

“Do you think he really works in the FBI?” you say when he doesn’t reply immediately, “he’s really cute, though. Totally looks like my style, and he likes My Hero as well! C’mon, I just need for you to check as to whether he’s a homicidal maniac or a compulsive liar.” 

Liar. He’s a liar. 

That self-accusation prompts him to slump in defeat, and he mumbles in the phone, “I don’t think he’s worth it. I’d say pass.” 

“Hey, Coups has seniority,” Soonyoung pats Jihoon thoughtfully on the back with one hand, and grilling meat with the other. Barbeque always lifted up Jihoon’s spirits. “Why don’t you give it a chance and meet her for real? And then he can give me your super cute civilian and then he can give my shitty civilian to some newbie.” 

“And if it doesn’t work out, I just lose her,” Jihoon’s eyes are watering, most likely from the excess smoke around their grill, but it does align with his current state of sadness. It was the right thing to do, he thinks over and over as he replays that phonecall from last night. “Hoshi, if you were in my situation, would you have done the same?” 

“Like I said–” Soonyoung—codename Hoshi, waves his tongs around like a magic wand, “your civilian is super cute, so I would be making a beeline to her house and—” 

“Okay, don’t finish that sentence,” you’re his civilian, not Soonyoung’s. 

“Cheer up, c’mon,” Soonyoung’s filling his bowl with all sorts of delicious things, charred vegetables, mixed rice, and pork belly. Jihoon’s favorite is pork belly, so eventually he relents with a timid smile, taking out his chopsticks to appease his friend, “there it is, Uji. Food always makes things better—” 

“Uji?” 

Both off-duty agents freeze, hearing the familiar ting of your voice as it glares holes into Jihoon’s back. It’s you. Since they’re off the clock, he would have no idea you’d be here. Usually that’s fine, it’s early morning and it’s pretty unlikely that you’d run into your civilian considering you’re supposed to know every second of their schedule. It seems that tonight you’ve varied from the norm. 

“Uh, hey?” 

His back is still facing you, and he’s side eying Soonyoung in a panic. He’s wearing a cap and a nondescript hoodie, feeling like a shlub as your familiar voice pings back at him with excitement. 

“I knew I recognized your voice!” you’re unfazed, definitely not realizing the distress the two men are currently going through. “What a small world, I didn’t think we’d ever actually run into each other!” 

“Talk to her, you ass!” Soonyoung hisses, and immediately swivels his chair so he has no choice but to face you.

You’re so, so pretty. Prettier in person, prettier than any crappy 480p screen can give him. You’re definitely not dressed for barbeque, in fact you look like you’re just passing by to pick up a to-go order after a night out. You’re dressed in a silky looking velvet off-the-shoulder top, the cherry red color practically melting onto your skin. The black skirt paired with it has Jihoon salivating for more than just barbeque, and he has no idea how to look away. 

The smile is wiped clean off your face however, and you recognize him almost immediately. “Jihoon?” 

This should be a moment of joy for him, after all it’s far too late to go back at this point. You look a little hurt, your face twisted in confusion as you put two and two together. 

Soonyoung excuses himself to go to the bathroom, although neither party seems to care. The lame, over-distended EDM music that plays over the cacophony of the barbeque place seems to melt in the atmosphere, much like how the smoke hits the fan, and it’s just you two in the room. Jihoon gestures a pale hand to Soonyoung’s seat, and you take a beat to reluctantly sit yourself down. 

You clutch your skirt with both hands, thumbs ringing against the pleats and ironing them out. “So, you’re also Jihoon?” your voice is tiny, small and sad. Jihoon feels liquid guilt inject in his veins, and he wishes he could reach out and pat your shoulder, hold your hand, something. However no matter how much he knows you, he’s a stranger to you. “Why did you lie to me?” 

“It’s… complicated,” you shake your head at his pathetic reply, and Jihoon hates this. He feels like he’s drowning in smoke and mirrors and the cloying scent of pork belly is now sticking to all his senses, immobilizing him. 

With a cross of your arms, you scoff, “It’s always complicated.” 

“Please don’t think I said those things the other night because I don’t want to date you,” Jihoon tumbles the words out like a hamster wheel, wanting to speed up to your pace as fast as he can, “I want to, I really do, but it’s—”

“Complicated.” 

“Yeah.” 

The two of you sit in silence, letting the noise back into your little bubble. Jihoon feels his stare on you, akin to how a teacher looks over your shoulder during an exam. He robotically eats rice, grain after grain as he lets you have your look. 

The slope of his nose, the cotton smooth skin, the lean yet strong stature. You can’t believe he matches the Light a Flame profile perfectly. Other than the frumpy clothes, he matches the man on your phone, a simple picture in a black suit that reminds you strangely of the movie Kingsman. You mentally roll through what you remember from his profile, his hobbies, his likes and dislikes, his occupation—

“Wait,” you pause, your brows knitting together, “so the FBI thing on your profile… is not a joke?” 

Jihoon forgets to chew his last bite, and he swallows a whole two centimeters of meat down his throat. Ouch. 

“It’s—” 

“Complicated.” 

The adjective has a whole new meaning now. It’s crazy how in so little words, so much is exchanged between you two. You might not be realizing it, but Jihoon’s so attuned to you he feels like the pick to your guitar, strumming and humming along your chords like it’s second nature. It really isn’t fair, but anticipating your reactions helps greatly. 

“There’s things you’re not telling me.” 

“Right.” 

“And things you can’t tell me,” you add. 

“Yes.” 

“Then what are some things you can tell me?” 

“I’d… rather not here,” Jihoon’s eyes dart around the room, looking for all the pinholes and micro cams attached to the restaurant. By the bonsai, under the table, in the koi tank, “I need to work out some paperwork before anything.” 

“Paperwork?” 

Jihoon nods mutely, but he looks at you with a litany of emotions in his eyes you’re reeling back in your stool. Why do you feel like this man knows you from a simple five-minute interaction? And why do you feel like you can trust this man with your life? 

“Okay,” you finally say. 

“Really? Okay?” you think he’s cute, the way his eyes perk up and his back straightens. 

“Really.” 

Silence fills the space once more. This time however, it feels more at ease. 

“The only reason why I’m saying yes,” you pretend to nonchalantly play with your fingertips, a manicure reserved for a date you’ve long abandoned for this evening in favor of a new flame, “is because I think FBI agents are kinda hot.” 

A flush blooms on Jihoon’s cheeks, and you can’t help but giggle. 

#jihoon x reader #woozi x reader #caratwritersclub #kwritersworldnet #svtcreations #jihoon fic #woozi fic #seventeen fic #seventeen fanfic #seventeen scenarios #jihoon scenarios #woozi scenarios

[simonsrosebud]

what if kevin & dalton had been set up instead of meeting on their own?

(pls accept this as apology for not posting any kalton for MONTHS)

kevin doesn’t have a date to the banquet.

normally, it’s fine.  he’s taken allison or renee to the last few, as friends.  but this year, renee has something going on with gwen, their freshman dealer who is somehow only a year younger than himself.  and allison got scooped up by ricky, the other freshman dealer. 

“what happened to us being dates?  i thought it was unspoken?”

allison shrugs and pushes her hair behind her shoulder.  she has her arms crossed as she leans against the doorframe to kevin’s bedroom.  “sure, but ricky has a crush on me and it’s fun playing around with it.”

kevin sends her a look.  “ew, don’t look at me like that.  as if, he’s like a baby to me.”  kevin opens his mouth, but gets cut off.  “you could get a date easily, it’s fine, we’ll help.”

and she’s right.  later that afternoon she shoots a text to the team groupchat.

allison:  kevin needs a date, any and all genders welcome.  must be hot, good at socializing, and able to withstand his complete lack of care for them esp once he starts talking exy. 

allison:  i expect a nominee from each of you.  good luck soldiers.

and kevin’s going to kill that girl.

the freshmen don’t answer, of course.  all of their friends are freshmen, and they’re also just too scared to respond to the foxes sometimes.

aaron responds first, suggesting he just take one of the vixens.  neil chimes in by saying that marissa girl is fucking social alright.

kevin doesn’t get why allison can’t just set him up with one of her friends.  she has a strict rule against any of the foxes dating her non-exy friends, but it’s just an banquet. 

matt comes in last, but instead of the groupchat it’s just to kevin.

matt:  i have a friend named dalton.  he’s in his masters to become a professor but he’s chill. he’s nice and fun too, the best guy i know

kevin knows he shouldn’t be shallow, but...

kevin:  picture?

matt responds almost instantly.  a picture of his friend sitting across from him at starbucks on his laptop.  he looks caught off guard, like matt took the picture without warning.

is he with him right now?

kevin:  maybe.

he drops his head back and rubs his eyes.

an hour later, the door opens.  neil comes in first.  matt is on his heels, and someone else trails in behind him.  kevin sits up.

neil looks at him.  in french, he says, “i wasn’t a part of this.”

kevin stands, and responds back in french.  “you let him in.”  neil shrugs at that, and continues down to the bedroom.

matt nods at him with a smug smile.  “do you still have your psych 101 workbook?  i have to take it next semester and i don’t wanna buy it.”

kevin frowns.  is he not going to introduce his friend?  “uh, yeah.”  he turns to his desk and rummages through the drawers to pull it out.

“oh, this is dalton, by the way.  he’s a friend from sophomore year.”

there it is.  kevin turns back, book in hand, and nods at dalton.

dalton smiles, calm and charming, and tilts his head a bit.  “he’s lying.  i was his TA.”

kevin gives a smile.  it’s small and faint, and mostly fake.  he can’t help it.  he doesn’t care for small talk like this.  how old does that make dalton?

also, how did matt befriend his TA?  kevin’s never spoken a word to the majority of his own.

“can’t imagine having to deal with him in class,” he says, jokingly.

matt doesn’t defend it, just shrugs and moves on.  “hey, did you find a date to the banquet yet?”  he wiggles his eyebrows.  

kevin’s gonna kill him.  he stuffs his hands into his hoodie pocket so he can ball his fists.  “not yet, no.”

he nods, nudges dalton.  “kevin’s on the exy team, too.  he’s the only one without a date to the winter banquet this year,” he says.  “allison, remember allison?  she’s on a manhunt to find someone she approves of for him.”

dalton considers it.  “that sounds like allison.”

kevin refrains from frowning.  “have you met her?”

dalton has, just one time when he and matt went to a football game this fall and made a pit stop to matt’s room.  it’s also when he met neil, albeit very briefly.  neil had too much going on to give him the time of day.

“once, a month or so ago.”

when matt and dalton get into the car, dalton turns halfway in his seat to fully face matt.  “he doesn’t have a date?”  matt shakes his head.  “is he into guys at all?”

matt glances at him.  “yeah, he’s bisexual.”

dalton raises his eyebrows.  “um, hello?!  why didn’t you set him up with me?!”

matt frowns and shoots his friend a look.  “why do you think we just went over?!  i took psychology freshman year!”

dalton’s gonna kill him.  “but you didn’t say anything about me to him.”  matt rolls his eyes and waves him off, and dalton sits back in his seat.

“i know kevin, i know what i’m doing.”

he crosses his arms.  “you’re the worst wingman i’ve ever met.”

but low and behold, kevin texts matt a few hours after his visit.

kevin:  how do u know dalton would want to be my date to the banquet?

matt:  bc he literally told me so

kevin:  fine, ask him if he wants to go and i’ll take him.

when dalton climbs on the bus behind matt, it takes him only a moment to spot kevin and make his way over.

the banquet is five hours away, so the foxes and their dates are changing into their formalwear once they arrive.

dalton has joggers on, and a long sleeve henley that’s a size too big.  his collarbone hangs out as the collar hangs low.  he wears a soft smile, and pushes a hand back through his hair. 

he looks hot.

dalton looks even more hot dressed up in his suit.  he keeps at kevin’s side at first, and talks to both matt and dan from time to time.  allison even pops up once to inquire about him, since he wasn’t one of her picks.

dalton and matt seem to joke around like they’re best friends.  but he doesn’t ever remember matt mentioning him.

then again, if kevin had friends outside of exy, he may not introduce them to the foxes, either.

he finds his way back to kevin’s side at their table, where he’s talking to a trojan player.  after a while, kevin turns to him.  “you don’t have to stick by my side, if you don’t want.”  he almost feels bad.

dalton shrugs and smiles.  “what if i want to stick by your side?”  the way that kevin reacts shows that he wasn’t expecting that, and dalton’s smile turns shy.  “um, i don’t mind, really.  i’d feel bad leaving you alone.  i’m your date.”  he takes a sip of his drink.

“okay.”  it barely leaves kevin’s lips, but it’s enough to make dalton happy.

“you can even talk exy to me, if you want.  i can pretend i know how it works.”

kevin’s heart seizes.  “you don’t know exy?”

dalton grins.  “i’ve never even seen a game.”  he leans closer.  “teach me?”

so he does.  for the next half hour, they sit and kevin blabbers on, and dalton listens and asks questions.  and then they sidetrack somehow to talking about marvel movies and what they suspect will happen in the next spiderman movie.

dalton swears to die on the grave that peter parker is a bisexual icon.

“you can take that title, instead, though.”  his grin is cheeky.  kevin lightly kicks his ankle and rolls his eyes, but he’s heavily amused.

“what about you?  what are you?”

“gay,” he shrugs.  “not much to it.”

“did you… when you told people, how did they react?”

dalton’s head tilts just a bit, and his smile starts to fade.  “some people don’t like it, but it was fine for the most part.”  and after a moment.  “why, are you okay?”

kevin nods.  

dalton doesn’t believe it.  and he supposes he doesn’t know kevin enough to say that, but there’s something about the way kevin doesn’t verbally respond to it that sits weird in his head.

he props his chin in his hand.  “i told my roommates i was gay the first week of freshman year.  my roommate knew, but we had two suitemates, and one of them kinda stopped talking to me after that if he could help it.”  he flicks his eyes up to meet kevin’s.  “my uncle asks me at every family function if i’ve got a girl yet.  he’s known for seven years, now,” he says.  “and thanksgiving is now hosted at my house because my grandmother told my mother that i was unwelcome in hers.”

harsh.  

“i’m sorry.”

he doesn’t know what else he’s supposed to say, really.  he barely has family as it is, but he can’t imagine losing them now because of something so small.

but dalton just shrugs a shoulder.  “it’s okay.  think about it this way, if i was still in the closet i wouldn’t be your date right now.”  he cracks a smile.  always smiling.

that’s when kevin notices just how close their faces are.  and how he keeps glancing at dalton’s mouth.  he sits back.  not here.

dalton goes to the bathroom, and matt takes his seat.  “how’s it going with dalton?”

kevin frowns.  “fine, why?  did he say something?”

matt’s face is indescribable.  “no, but i see you guys getting all close and stuff.  just flirt with him, dude!  he obviously likes you.”

yeah right.  “i-i don’t think so.  he’s just here because i didn’t have a date.”

matt drops his head for a second.  “kevin, after you first met him he scolded me for not setting you two up.  he doesn’t watch exy, and he’s not here for the famous kevin day, just give him a chance.”  kevin looks to the side, where dalton’s on his way back talking with dan at his side.  they’re getting closer, so he talks fast and quiet.  he stands.  “don’t fuck this up, he’s hot and nice,” he whispers, and grins when dan slides into his side.

“we wanna dance.  boys?”  she looks expectantly at both kevin and matt.  matt doesn’t have a choice, but he’d never say no anyway.

dan pulls kevin up and shoves him lightly into dalton, who catches a hand on his waist.  kevin wants to squirm out of it, but not because he doesn’t like dalton, or dalton’s touch.  just because the idea of liking dalton scares him a bit.

but dalton lets go when he finds his balance.

“i don’t- i can’t dance.”

“yeah right, i’ve seen you at eden’s before.”

when he was belligerently drunk.

“you don’t have to.” dalton’s voice is soft behind him.

matt slides his gaze to kevin.  don’t fuck this up.

he turns.  how has his life come to this?  “no.  i will, if you want to.”

dalton grins, lopsided and happy.  “yeah?”

he hopes he doesn’t regret it.  “yeah.” 

so dalton takes him by the hand and leads him after matt and dan.  the majority of the foxes are in the midst of the crowd as well, but they don’t pay them any mind.  there’s enough people that kevin can pretend he’s at eden’s.

kevin is a terrible dancer.  dalton notices it right away and laughs.  when kevin gives him a look he says, “follow my lead.  just sway a little.  nod your head to the music,” kevin looks up at him while he dances, but catches dalton’s eyes instead.

he looks away and falls out of rhythm.  “sorry,” he mumbles.

“it’s okay.”  dalton gently takes kevin’s hands and puts them on his waist.  it feels illegal.  his hands feel like dead weights, he doesn’t know what to do.

is he blacking out right now?

but then dalton’s moving his hips and dancing, and laughing.  he’s having fun and kevin wants to have fun too.

he moves his hands from dalton’s waist to around his neck, and dalton hesitates with his hands near kevin’s hips until kevin nods.

dalton’s fingers dip into his hips.  his one finger taps along the beat of whatever song is playing, while he lightly sings along and bounces back and forth.

it’s dark on this side of the court with the exception of some colored lights darting around.  the designated dancing spot.

kenna is kissing jack in the crowd.

kevin looks back to dalton, singing with a smile plastered on his face.

no one would notice.

kevin’s fingers twitch against dalton’s neck.  but someone could.

he’s already out, but that doesn’t mean he’s kissed a boy in public yet.

he drops his arms.  “i need some air.”

dalton let’s go, “are you okay?”  but he just nods and takes off, off of the court and down the hall to the locker rooms.  the foxes have their things in the away men’s locker room.

kevin sinks down on the bench.  he plays with the bracelet around his wrist, courtesy of betsy in case he needs something to fidget with.  opposed to panicking, that is.

that woman is never wrong.

kevin likes dalton, that’s not in question nor is it really the problem.  the problem is that he doesn’t know what his problem is.  if it’s what people will say when they see that he truly is into men.

being told something versus seeing proof that it’s real are two different things.  he’s learned that, dealt with it more than once.  the last time it was the proof of the raven’s bullying and abuse.  being told that kevin and riko’s relationship isn’t what the fans fantasize it is versus then seeing proof that it isn’t anything that they thought, for example.

kevin had to deal with backlash like that for months after the raven’s investigation post championship game.  him being bi isn’t the same, of course, but he doesn’t know how to predict the behaviors of his fans.  he doesn’t know what they’ll support or not.

but he likes dalton.

“hey.”

one of the freshmen, eva, stands in the doorway.  “stop running 

you don’t have to be scared of people seeing you dance, you know.”

kevin frowns.  “i don’t care about dancing.”

“yeah, but you care about dancing with your date.”  they cross their arms and lean against the doorframe.  “no one cares.  half this team is a little gay, anyway.”

once they’ve changed for the night in the hotel room, dalton hesitates from where he stands by the bed.  “are you okay?  you seemed a little jittery all night, i just... i wanna make sure everything’s fine, i guess.”

kevin looks up, but doesn’t answer. 

stop being so afraid of everything.

he opens his mouth to say something, but he doesn’t know what he can say.

he sighs.

dalton’s standing there, arms crossed, concerned.  kevin swallows his fears as he makes his way across the room until he’s standing right in front of dalton, and slides a hand behind his neck to kiss him.

dalton hums, surprised.  after a moment he brings a hand to kevin’s chest, and there’s a second where kevin thinks hes going to be pushed away.  instead his fingers dig into his hoodie and he pulls kevin closer.

dalton’s smiling as kevin pulls away.  “about time,” he mumbles, and kisses him again.

the back of dalton’s knees hit the bed by accident, but he drops down to sit and gently pulls kevin by the strings of his hoodie.

kevin isn’t new to sex, so to speak.  he’s not the most experienced, but he’s had his fun.  it’s the only reason he’s confident enough to scoot dalton further back and kiss him into the mattress.

dalton wraps an ankle around the back of kevin’s knee.  he curls his fingers into his hair and leans his head back when kevin kisses down his neck.

they wake up to kevin’s phone blaring.  matt’s calling.

kevin only acknowledges the fact that he has his arm around dalton for a second before he checks the time.

they’re late.

wymack’s gonna kill him.

kevin sits up and shakes dalton as he answers his phone.  “hey you guys are awake right?  coach is pulling the bus around then we’re loading up.”

kevin’s out of the bed and throwing his shirt on, tossing dalton’s hoodie to him.  “yeah, we’re coming.”  dalton’s eyes go wide and that kicks him into gear as he realizes the situation.

they look a mess as they run around.  they’ve really only got one pair of clothes and their suits to frantically shove into their bags.  kevin pulls his sneakers on without socks and dalton’s got his on with the laces all undone as they jog down the hall.

at least they brushed their teeth.

dalton drops down to tie his shoes in the elevator, and when he stands kevin takes the liberty of carding his fingers through his hair.

he shrugs.  “bed head.”

dalton can’t help but smile.  “might wanna pull this up a little,” he mumbles, and that’s when kevin realizes that he’d accidentally put on dalton’s long sleeve henley.  the shirt he’d been wearing last night before it got dropped to the floor.

dalton pushes the shirt up so it’s not hanging lower on kevin’s collarbone.  he’s got a nice hickey that needs hiding.

“they’re never going to let this go,” kevin says.

dalton leans back against the elevator wall.  “i’ve got some juice on matt if you ever need.”

kevin smiles, just a little.  despite him worrying all during the banquet, last night was so good.  he doesn’t want it to end as soon as they step off of the bus.  he doesn’t want dalton to be a one night stand, he doesn’t think.

he takes a step forward and kisses dalton against the wall once more.  he pulls away when the elevator dings.

matt smiles to himself as he watches them come around the corner.  he tries to tame it, at least.

kevin and dalton are the last on the bus.  kevin’s spot in the back is open, so they go back there.  dalton toes off his shoes as soon as he sits down.

kevin is on the aisle side.  his chest skips when dalton’s hand lands gently on his thigh.  he doesn’t hate it.

it’s dinner time when they get back to a rainy palmetto.  dalton had fallen asleep on kevin’s shoulder a half hour ago, and jolts awake when matt whoops and shouts to get out of his way so he can run off the bus for the bathroom.

“sorry,” dalton says quietly, scratching his head and yawning into the back of his hand.

“i didn’t mind.” kevin stretches his legs and pulls his shoes on.

dalton’s car is in the gated stadium parking lot.  kevin walks him to it, head ducked because all he’s got on is dalton’s henley.  no one anticipated rain.

dalton turns after unlocking his car, and sticks a ripped off folded note into kevin’s palm.  kevin puts it right into his pocket for safe keeping.  “so are you gonna call me after this?”  dalton’s hair is falling wet over his  forehead.

he nods, mouths the word yeah but nothing comes out.  and dalton can’t help himself, so he takes a step forward and kisses kevin one last time, gentle as he hesitates with his fingers hovering over his cheek.

kevin’s  got nothing to lose at this point, so he curls his hand alone dalton’s neck and steps closer.

he only pulls away because the team is most likely watching, and someone whistles.  “i’ll call you,” he nods.  he shoves his hands into his pockets and ignores the rain as he watches dalton drive out of the parking lot.

he turns towards the maserati and sees andrew shakes his head.  kevin looks down at himself.  he’s halfway to soaked.  not ideal for such an expensive car. which leaves one option.

kevin slides into the front seat of his father’s car.

wymack can’t wipe the smug look from his face.  “so-“

“no.”

#kevin day #bisexual kevin day #the one where someone doesn’t know who kevin day is #dalton miller #OC: dalton miller #kevin day x dalton miller #palmetto state university #Palmetto State Foxes #the foxes #the foxhole court #exy #matt boyd #dan wilds #Allison Reynolds #renee walker #neil josten #andrew minyard #aaron minyard #nicky hemmick #david wymack #abby winfield #kalton

[snowboiwinwin]

The Boyz as my University Professors

Disclaimer: Some of my professors are evil bitches; none of the boys are truly evil and I am in no way implying they are or trying to make them look bad! I love the boys and I just thought it would be a fun thing to post :D

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Sangyeon: 

the one professor that absolutely loves the topic of his class

super wholesome and smiley throughout the 90 minutes class time

getting super close to the camera (actually to the mic) because he is worried students won’t hear him well enough

always asking questions and encouraging students to interact

not offended when something isn’t clear and therefore students don’t know the answer

reading EVERY. SINGLE. MESSAGE written in the chat (sometimes students have mic problems or don’t wanna speak)

making everyone feel valid and appreciated

being super calm and relaxed

barely doing breakout-rooms cause he knows no one likes them

ending class always a little earlier cause “I know how stressful your life can get.”

just the cutest prof out there

Jacob: 

another sweet guy

never holds class at its normal timeframe

just uploads all the files students will need (although attendance is supposed to be mandatory)

“you guys are all grown-ups, I trust you to decide yourself when it is the best time for YOU to study.”

constantly uses smileys and is therefore super popular with students

doesn’t teach many classes, cause which good prof does that? ugh

gets right back at students when they email him their concerns

and no, you don’t get half-assed answers

you get a very detailed answer, which is rare in university life

THANKS STUDENTS FOR SENDING HIM THEIR HOMEWORK!!!!

“Dear [name of stundet], thank you very much! 😊”

offers students to call him by his first name

“I’ll call you by your first name too if that’s okay... creates a more comfortable atmosphere!”

the best <3

Younghoon:

he is a savage professor

his look is hella scary and students fear taking his classes

but he is actually the coolest and most laid back dude ever

the first time class is held, he comes in, stone cold expression and literally throws his bag on the desk - everyone is hella scared

then he says, in the scariest voice ever, “We can have fun here in class, no problem, but i AM YOUR PROFESSOR. NOT YOUR FRIEND. Remember that.”

*everyone scared to death*

“Welcome to class everybody! My name is Mr. Kim and I am very looking forward to teach this class in our summer term! Feel free to ask any question that might come up and don’t hesitate to reach out to me whenever!”

no need to be scared, he is a sweetheart

strict and has high expectations, but won’t overdo it with homework or assignments

constantly jokes around but then switches back to being serious

he creates a nice atmosphere where students want to learn something and do it voluntarily 

cares for his students and appreciates their hard work - especially during the pandemic

“I know this is not easy for any of us but I am so amazed by your guys’ work this semester. It was an absolute pleasure teaching you. I hope to see you guys again, but not in this class. Please don’t fail.”

I love him

Hyunjae:

omg, he is an absolute legend

class starts and he is doing his introduction part

the class i about british literature 

“Welcome to this literature class, you are in for a long ride!”

so far so good right?

“Let me just say, British Literature is an ABSOLUTE shit show!”

when I tell you, I almost died hearing that (no offense to anyone, pls don’t take my profs words to heart... he lives for british literature 🥺)

he definitely has his students hooked with this one sentence

“the teacher that taught this class before me... what was he even talking about! I mean, british literature is so much more than what he made it out to be!”

basically starts ranting  

teaches with so much passion

can’t forget the jokes here and there

also uses smileys which students seriously love (at least I do)

wants students to be informal with him as well

“moving on to this next topic... a little disclaimer before we start: I will go batshit crazy with this topic because I LOVE IT. So please tell me to shut up when I exceed the 10 minutes mark. Thank you!”

A savage legend that everyone loves

sadly only teaches a handful of classes as well

Juyeon: 

super laid back and chill

does never check attendance and just trusts his students

usually talks most of the time and doesn’t ask too many questions

is super happy when students contribute though

but he isn’t one to force them

“I know your day has probably been really long, so it’s okay. I’m not taking this personal.”

his class is not based on theory but more on experiences he made

shares funny stories, mistakes he made and what he learnt from them

always gives the smallest and easiest homework ever

“please just share your experiences with these types of situations in our forum”

and he does not want to grade students based on an exam

“I have a better idea. In order to understand a certain topic, I want you to write a portfolio about it. It should be detailed but I won’t give you a number of words. Do what feels right and surprise me! Be creative, nothing will be worth a failing grade as long as you put in some effort.”

does split classrooms

one half is in the main room with him, the others are in breakout rooms, working on a certain topic

super chill and just not as hard as some other classes

but students definitely learn from him!

Kevin:

oh boy, students either gonna hate or love him

he is very kind and nice but he is STRICT

take his class serious and work or you will fail

although he has very high expectations, he will make sure students will be prepared for all the essays, assignments and presentations he throws at at them

no half-assed instructions, you will get the full program (as every student should!)

you have to write an argumentative essay but have no idea how to do that?

Professor Moon (students are allowed to call him Kevin) will explain an argumentativ essay in detail, will show examples and will tell you exactly what to put in it

having trouble finding sources?

Kevin will help you, just let him know!

Also a very empathetic teacher

something happened and you can’t attend class? Absolutely no problem

whenever something serious happens (for us it was a shooting), Kevin will cancel class and spare his students cause their well-being is more important

he doesn’t throw out A’s and B’s easily but when you do get such a grade in one of his classes... dude, you did a really good job

so as I said, he is either your fav or least fav professor... choose your side!

Chanhee:

he is a bitch (not really, but he gives the impression)

at first, he is that nice, bubbly professor

super friendly and kind

and his classes are absolutely okay! no biggie

or so they THOUGHT

his exams and progress tests or whatever ARE HELL

he makes it seem as everything is so easy and not overwhelming at all

BUT nothing is easy and everything is overwhelming

50 pages for a damn progress test two weeks into the semester!

the grading is so strict, you need at least 65% to pass! (maybe I am a baby but 65% is a lot for a passing grade hahaha)

but he confuses students

he is so kind and soft spoken

constantly smiling and in a good mood

but the exams????

are you sure you were the one creating them Mr Choi?

and yes, he is one of those professors that wants to be addressed by his last name (nothing wrong with that)

as I said, he confuses students

they don’t know what to think of him

at the end of the day he isn’t a bad guy

just not the type of professor the students would want in every single class for the rest of their lives

Changmin:

changmin is not your ordinary professor

because he is a big fan of team-teaching

so all his classes are taught by him and his dear colleague Haknyeon!

YAAAAY

I love this duo already

he is the part of the duo that is EXTREMELY motivated

he is is so hyper and so ready for teaching

his classes are always fun but also slightly overwhelming?

juts imagine having too much caffeine in your body

that is changmin being able to teach something he loves

that’s just the passion jumping out of him

he is constantly talking and laughing and throwing jokes left and right

he is having a good time!

super understanding and empathetic

and although everything seems fun and games

you will definitely learn from him!

he has this natural and authentic way of teaching in his body

it comes... naturally and it all makes sense somehow

although the class is packed with inside jokes and changmin teasing haknyeon

haknyeon doesn’t even have time nor the chance to speak

this is changmin’s time to shine!

they love and hate each other

but the students definitely love this iconic duo

Haknyeon:

as I mentioned; haknyeon and changmin are a team

it wasn’t really something haknyeon wanted but... how could you possibly say no to baby changmin? 🥺

so yes, changmin’s cute face got him into this situation

he doesn’t even have to prepare anything for class - his lovely colleague does the talking anyways

he usually lays back and relax

he frowns into the cam cause he tries to intimidate students

but they know he is a soft guy anyways

while changmin is talking, he is chatting to students in the chat

as I mentioned earlier, not everyone wants to unmute themselves and therefore posts in the chat

so he is having chats with students, often not even related to the topic

“Please excuse me, I will be absent for a few minutes - mommy duties” -student

“Don’t worry Miss! I know exactly what you mean... children.” -haknyeon

whenever he tries to get a word in, he has to talk VERY LOUDLY

he literally has to talk over changmin

but changmin doesn’t mind, he just smiles, nods and listens

changmin is super proud whenever haknyeon speaks

and haknyeon thinks that’s very sweet

but that thought passes as soon as changmin makes a joke about him

at the end of the day, they love each other at least to a certain extent and students adore them

Sunwoo:

he is not an ordinary professor either

class time? virtual meetings?

nope, not with sunwoo

again, in the classes the boyz teach, attendance is mandatory 

mandatory? sunwoo has never heard of her

he doesn’t require students to attend meetings and homework is also something he does not expect from them

he uploads powerpoint-presentations with videos and audio of him explaining everything in the presentation

but the boy is clumsy

and he is not good with anything technical

so him dropping his glass and spilling his water all over his lap?

well, students will see this in the video

“... and it’s important to- YAAAAH OH NO....”

*awkward silence*

“I spilled my water... if you haven’t seen.”

*more awkward silence*

“Give me a minute”

*the video continues and sunwoo is nowhere in sight*

after ten minutes of an empty chair, sunwoo returns and continues as if nothing has happened

sometimes his kids walk in and dab in the camera without him noticing

“and then - Hey! I am at WORK.”

he loves it though

and he posts these “fail” videos on purpose

“I want to show you, that it is okay to not be perfect and to not be in control of everything! Stuff like that happens, especially with us being in home-office! And don’t worry, if your mom walks in or whatever, in my classroom no one gets judged! This is life and now that we have to do everything from home, the unexpected is unavoidable!”

Another students’ favorite

Eric:

I would love to imagine him as this savage prof I have in mind... but no <3

he is a sweet guy

also super obsessed with the class he is teaching

he is LIVING for it

usually experiences technical problems right before class starts

“oopsie daisy, sorry guys... might take a few minutes *giggles*”

and no, it’s not a creepy giggle but a really cute one, I swear!

constantly has a pen in his hand and clicks it absentmindedly while teaching

students constantly hear the clicking sound... or when the pen falls to the ground.... which happens every five minutes

he constantly forgets to mute himself whenever he wants students to work by themselves and all they hear is him chugging down his water or whatever drink he has prepared

also sends out super sweet emails

but due to him being a young dude, he wants students to call him by his last name

he also calls students by their last name but he does use smileys to lighten the professional mood that comes with honorifics

overall a very motivated but extremely kind-hearted dude

#the boyz #scenarios #kpop #imagines #reactions #headcanon #the boyz as #eric sohn #jacob bae #kevin moon #ju haknyeon #younghoon #hyunjae #juyeon #sunwoo #sangyeo #chanhee #changmin

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Miss pls do lords work and rewrite this szn and that ep lol. Jk but really though that finale made me SAD i feel soo empty 😂😭

Hahaha *laughs through tears* oh Anon I feel ya.... Here's my thots

1) Taking Nick Down - Yes, they got him on the fraud and money laundering and yay he's in jail. BUT it felt so.... rushed? Also Rio barely had anything to do with it. It seemed like the season was fleshing out for Rio to get his revenge. But ultimately it was the SS and Beth who took Nick down. And only in like... 2 scenes?

2) Nick as family. What was the point? We never discovered the actual relation between him and Rio. The brother/cousin humor just fell flat for me. Also how does a councilman have so much power over a DA? To get a secret service case thrown out?

3) Annie. Oh Annie. Now in the first episode Annie asked for her prints to be on the gun. Okay. Knew that would come back around. But what would have made her arrest so much more tragic is if she was really getting her life together. She got her GED. Great! Only to turn around and date... Homeless Kevin? Show Annie becoming an EMT or starting a real career. Why does her plot always revolve around a man?

4. Mick. Michael. Miguel. No way in hell he's been working for Nick this whole time. I'm so frustrated that I won't even go into that. Maybe in another post. He's been Rio's man through and through since the Pilot.

5. Brio. Don't come for me. Y'all know I ship Brio hardcore. Just look at all my absolutely vile fanfics. But that resolution/ending between them did not feel earned. Him calling her "boss." Why? None of their past history has been resolved. The shooting? Nope. The hitman? Nada. Getting him arrested? Zilch. There was never any closure on these plot points. So for him to be all hunky dory happy sitting on the bench with Beth? The vibes are off.

6. Side characters. Why in the ever living fuck did the show focus on people we literally do not give a shit about? I just learned Vance's name last episode. And his wife and kid? Hobo Kevin? They took up so much screen time i am baffled.

#sorry for the rant #the writers had so much opportunity to tie everything together #and instead let every major plot point drop #what was the point? #it all felt so rushed and forced #sigh #nbc goodgirls #i miss season 1 and 2 and even the first half of 3 #unpopular opinion

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gritty you got any new tknp or hart/hayes that you've been reading? always trust your recs for the good stuff

this will be a lil more disorganized than my normal ask rec lists bc i'm, you know, but yes!!! a bunch of recent fics for both!!! some of it is from the flyers rec exchange (which has both pairings and then a bunch of other really great fics that I cannot stress enough, and truly everyone involved in it is so cool and nice and talented and i'm just !!!!) if you want older fics (esp for tknp because i KNOW the tag can get overwhelming now) i can probably actually do a full tknp rec list at this point

monstrum moniere by mellow_yellow is roommates AND demons and i love this take on kevin

say the word by carissima is carter praise kink which is simply Correct (also ao3 user carissima is a godsend i hope they know i think about their fics on the reg)

ao3 user springsteen posted a handful of new tk/np in the last few months (and other phenomenal fics too!) and i have never been anything less than amazed by anything she writes 10000/10 one of my all time fav writers (same with canary who just posted one of my fav omegaverse fics ever)

i think i recced this radio show au on here before but it's a perfect fic and has both pairings and is out of this world good

dizzied up and found divine by theshipstorulethemallwrites has carter as a succubus which is just. yes. good. more succubus fic pls

sweet like strawberries by starrkeys is one of those super sweet peak summer vibes fics like it made me want to go have a romantic picnic date, you know?

give you the moon by therainbowsedge is a summer camp tk/np and one of my favorite nolan characterizations and honestly everyone should read it and everything by this author

and then obviously i've been obsessed with in the name of being honest by jamesvanriemsdick for months it's got everything i want in a fic

i also have a big to be read list so here are some fics i'm very excited to read but haven't had the time to yet, tragically

-the assassin fic series by callabang and flyguys

-this new fic by hackysack that just dropped today

-this wip by therainbowsedge involving soulbonds

-this really cool looking magic wip by thesedangers

#i don’t think anyone has addressed me by gritty before i feel powerful #fic: tknp #fic: carter hart and kevin hayes #rec list: ask edition #fic rec