#i worked hard writing them srsly

[cheolhub]

sar baby 😻 light of my life, HAPPY ONE YEAR! I COULD NOT BE MORE PROUD OF YOU!!

now business: can i have juyeon with the prompt “that really does make you hard. i can feel you pulsing inside me.” 👹

6:10 p.m. — lee juyeon

prompt. “that really does make you hard. i can feel you pulsing inside me.”

wc. 1.6k [srsly idk how to write a drabble under 1k]

warnings. switch!juyeon, switch!reader, needy juyeon, heavy praise, several uses of good boy, pet names [baby], unprotected sex, creampie, kinda messy sex? – MINORS DNI 18+

note. keir, my angel, my bff <# thank u so so much! u know i for sure would’ve deleted this account if you hadn’t been here to keep me grounded (as u always do.) i love u more than u will ever know & i will forever thank the universe for bringing u 2 me 🤬!! & THANK YEWWW FOR REQUESTING OUR BELOVED, SLUTTY JUYO! i hope u like it (not proofread bc u usually do that for me hahah)

⇢ ˗ˏˋ join the birthday bash!  ࿐ྂ

p.s. this is my first tbz work… plz be gentle 🫡

you swear greed will be lee juyeon’s downfall. gluttonous and insatiable, the crazed, unhinged man cannot keep his hands off of you for the life of him. 

you think he’d die if he went a half day without touching you, kissing you, fucking you– that, or he’d die from the lack of attention.

it’s almost concerning. almost… sometimes, you can’t be bothered to care when it feels like you’re on cloud nine every time he puts his hands on you. 

but sometimes, you are bothered by it. 

“baby, i’m busy,” you mumble, typing away at your laptop. you’re hyper focused on the work document in front of you, the blue light straining your eyes. “just give me a little.”

he’s standing behind your chair with his arms crossed, a small pout etched into his lips. 

“you said you’d be done by 6? it’s 6:10…” he sulks and you crack a smile, spinning your chair around to look at your pouty boyfriend. 

you grin, “what, are you timing me now, juyeon?” 

he sighs dramatically, “‘course ‘m not, but you promised me you wouldn’t be working past 6.” 

“i have to get this spreadsheet done before tomorrow morning, baby. and i would’ve gotten it done this morning if a certain someone didn’t beg me to stay in bed with them.” you joke lightly, “do you want me to get fired or something?” 

the frown on his face deepens as the smile on yours spreads. “you know i don’t… i just miss you.” he sighs, dropping his arms by his sides. “feels like i haven’t seen you in hours. tired of you doing work when you can be doing other things worthy of your time. like me, for example.” 

you reach out, taking his hands into yours. “two. you lasted two hours, juyeon.”

“two hours too long.” he whines softly and you can’t help but find him so endearing. “baby, please, just… just take a break.”

he doesn’t wait for you to object, pulling you up to your feet and dragging you back into your bedroom and you groan, knowingly. you’re not getting that damn spreadsheet done until he’s fucked himself to sleep.

“you have to be quick, juyo. i wanna finish my work before it’s too late to order takeout.” you tell him as he tugs you, to which he mumbles a ‘yeah, yeah.’ it’s obvious he has no intention of acting in accordance with your wishes. 

because when you’re in your room, he pulls you in for a desperate kiss. he moans into your mouth as his hands squeeze your hips and pull you so you’re flush against his body. you feel his hard cock through the thin material of his shorts when he grinds into you. 

you pull back with a breathy giggle, “baby, how are you already hard?”

“i’ve been hard for an hour now.” he huffs, gripping you tighter. he lowers his voice till it’s just barely above a whisper, “kept thinkin’ ‘bout how… how you called me your good boy… and how you told me how good my cock made you feel. looked so pretty and you felt so fucking good, baby. wanna feel you around me again. need to.”

you let out a sharp breath, mind wandering back to the long hour he had your ankles resting on his shoulders this morning. your cunt pulses as you remember how he fucked you so nice and so deep while you brainlessly babbled out praise. most of it being incoherent comments about his perfect cock. 

curse lee juyeon and his dick for turning you on when it shouldn’t.

he groans, digging himself into your clothed tummy. “gonna let me fuck you, yeah?”

you moan softly, arousal probably soaking through your shorts with how wet you are. “as long as you’re quick, then you can, baby.”

he nods mindlessly, but he’s ignoring that request again. 

he leisurely shimmies your shorts and panties off and then his own shorts– he has on nothing underneath and you wish you could say you were surprised– before guiding you onto the bed. he towers over you, repeatedly slapping the head of his cock against your clit and laughing softly as you moan and jerk underneath him. 

you huff at his taunting, “stop that,”

he feigns innocence with a faux pout, “stop what?”

two can play at that game.

 “juyeon?” you jut your bottom lip out, “you wanna be my good boy, don’t you?” 

it’s like a flip switches on inside of him. he’s left breathless, nodding his head eagerly like a puppy, pulling his cock away from your clit.

“good. now fuck me and be quick. i’m not gonna tell you again.” you command, voice rigid and unforgiving. 

he doesn’t protest, he doesn’t complain, instead he obliges without an ounce of hesitation. he lines himself up with your entrance– where you clench around absolutely nothing– pushing the tip of his cock into you slowly. 

you inhale sharply, the air in your lungs fleeing quickly as you feel your walls stretch to accommodate his size. you have to tell your body to relax at the sudden invasion, unclenching so he can push himself in deeper. 

“baby,” he moans, throwing his head back. “you’re so fucking tight. oh, fuck–”

“j-just keep moving, juyo, i can take it.” you manage to tell him, voice cracking ever so slightly towards the end of your sentence. 

you whimper softly when he bottoms out. his cock fills you like no other and the thought has you clamping around him, walls molding to his shape just as they’re meant to. 

juyeon pulls out with a whine and pushes back into you slowly. you’re sure he’s doing it for his own sake. any faster and your poor, pent-up baby is going to cum embarrassingly quick. 

but you have other things you need to do, so this needs to go at your preferred pace.

“go faster, baby,” you say airly. 

he reluctantly speeds up, giving you deep, precise thrusts. he lodges his bottom lip between his perfectly straight teeth attempting to bite back the ridiculously needy sounds his body wants to expose. 

and you notice, letting out a giggly moan. “that’s it, baby. you’re such a good boy, aren’t you?” you coo at him.

juyeon gasps, releasing his lip so a broken moan can slip past them, his cock twitching uncontrollably inside of you. 

you hum in delight, “hmmm, that really does make you hard, huh?” you ask rhetorically. “i can feel you pulsing inside of me.”

and you can. he’s throbbing in between your walls like he’s about to bust inside of you and it’s filling you with the utmost joy. when you’d met juyeon forever and a year ago, you wouldn’t have thought he’d be so easy to reduce to a mess. you’re not complaining, though. not when he sounds so pretty cursing and moaning for you like a cute bitch in heat. 

“fuh-fuck, again– please, s-say it again.” he begs, eyes pleading and eyebrows knit together. 

you moan softly, willing to give him everything he wants. “cock feels so good. you’re fucking me so good, juyeon. you’re such a good boy.” you needily place your hand between your thighs, right above where his cock meets your messy cunt. your fingers quickly find your clit, rubbing at the swollen bud in tandem with his now-erratic thrusts. “my good boy.”

you clench around him as the words tumble out of your mouth and juyeon’s eyes nearly roll. he cries out needily, “close. ‘m close, baby–”

you rub your clit faster and squeeze him tighter, mewling out your reply. “cum for me, baby. cum inside me ‘n fill me up.”

he whines, pounding into your harder and harder before his thrusts cease and he’s pressed deep inside of you. his warm seed spills, coating your walls as he lets out a long, drawn out groan of pleasure. 

he wants to collapse, but he knows you haven’t gotten off. 

so before he can completely come down from his high, juyeon resumes his thrusts. you feel his release spill every time he pulls out of you and it’s messy. a sloppy, wet noise sounds every time his balls slap against your cum coated cunt. 

juyeon is surely overstimulated. you can tell by the babbles of him begging you to cum and the rolling of his eyes and the whimpers and mewls that are driving you absolutely feral underneath him. 

you don’t last much longer after that, body jolting as you feel the tightrope in the pit of your tummy snap. your walls envelope his cock into a tight hug as you completely release over him. you cry with his name dying on your tongue, the earth-shattering orgasm washing over you. 

he has to force himself to stop fucking you. tears brim in his eyes right before he collapses on top of you, his cock slipping out of your worn pussy. every nerve ending in his body feels like they’ve been electrified and he can’t help but twitch and pant on top of you. 

you grunt with his weight on you, “juyo, you okay?” you ask breathily. 

“mmm,” he moans in response. he’s fine.

you smile, running your hands through his hair. “you’re gonna let me go back to work now, right? i gave you your fix, so you should be good for at least another two hours. i should be done before then, though.”

he groans, “i dont want you to work.”

“i know you don’t–”

“so stay here with me.”

you huff, “how many times do i have to let you fuck me before you’ll let me work?”

he pulls up and smiles cheekily at you, eyes still a bit dazed. “maybe… three times. or four.”

you scoff, “you are such a piece of work.”

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least you've got points | l. norris

lando norris x sainz!reader

part one / two / three

the landosainz saga

a/n: p17 to p5 😭😭😭 that's the a/n. also kika is so mother in this, get ready to watch her boss lando and pierre

synopsis: lando gains 12 positions in the mexico grand prix. aka ln4 masterclass

face claim: sophia weber

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ynsainzzz's story

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ynsainzzz mexico dump is here!!!! + since you all love when i explain each pic...

1. me in the ferrari garage since mr. carlossainz55 practically dragged me by the ear to come watch him during quali (dw landonorris i was watching you the whole time😉)

2. dinner w carlitos that night. again, dragged me by the ear

3. the amazing amazing mclaren pit crew. srsly i love you guys thank you for all your hard work 🙏🏽

4. landoscar. need i say more

5. me fangirling outside lewis' garage bc yes he's my friend but he is STILL lewis hamilton 😳

6. lewis. i caught a meme of lewis. am i lucky or am i lucky

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[your-gf-lucy]

calm in chaos

this idea has been stuck in my head for a while so i decided to write it out also i think this is such a cute idea. everyone thank @m3ntallyunstable34 for telling me to write this i srsly would not have otherwise. also im unaware of the differences between panic attacks and anxiety attacks but I used to have panic attacks as a child bc of traumatic stuff so idk

pairing: theodore nott x gn!reader

warnings: panic attacks, angst (ish), fluff, hurt comfort, not proof read, my writing lol and that's about it

summary: you get reminded of some not so pleasant memories and the one person you never expected to even know of your existence helps you get through it.

call me crazy but i really like this one 🤭🤭

The attack wasn't a pleasant memory. Well, of course it wasn't. It fucked you up so bad that there wasn't a day that went by where you didn't see his face in your nightmares. He who almost killed you. He who lied to you. He who was called Voldemort.

Sure, being reminded of it always ruined your day, but the extremity of what happened today because of that memory fucked you up even more.

You were sitting down in the library doing your work until it had gotten dark. Your friends had left the library to go to their respective house parties. You couldn't be bothered to go what with all the assignments you had piled up that you had to work on. You were alone and it was quiet. Everything was alright. You were exhausted so you started to pack away. Everything was alright. You got up to walk to your dorm. Everything was alright.

And then it just wasn't.

You closed your eyes for a brief second and then you saw his face. And just like that all the concealed emotions were revealed.

Your body was racked with fear and the more you tried not to think about it, the more vivid the memories became. You tried to control them, tried to keep your emotions at bay but eventually, you stopped trying to fight it.

Your breathing became unsteady. Now was the worst possible time for a panic attack. All your friends were at parties and you had no one to help distract you.

Fuck.

You didn't have much time. You rushed up the stairs to the astronomy tower desperate for the slightest hint of fresh air. You stumbled into the astronomy tower just in time. Your breath was heavy, it was getting really hard to breathe.

Your body started shaking. The frozen air didn't help the shivering.

Fuck.

You really needed a friend, or even just a simple, pleasant distraction. You tried to breathe in, tried to calm yourself down but nothing seemed to help. You were going to give up.

You knew the panic attack would win. You knew he would win.

And just as you were about to give up, you felt a hand on yours.

"Hey, you okay?" you heard a voice from your left side. Turning to your left, you saw a tall body towering over you. Theodore Nott.

You knew him. Everyone knew him. Everyone wanted him. He didn't seem like the type of person to give anyone attention. Especially not you.

Yet here he was, your knight in shining armour. Talking to you. Looking at you. Caring for you.

It had been a long time since you had felt like someone cared for you. You had friends, sure, but you were never really close with them. You knew they'd leave you dead if it set them apart. You never felt as close to them as you felt with Theo at this moment. You'd never talked to him, but he was attractive and even you couldn't deny that..

You weren't even sure if he knew your name.

"Are you having a panic attack?" He repeated.

"Yeah, yeah- i- sorry- h-how do you know?" You said in between short breaths. You didn't want to be so vulnerable around him. You figured he'd make fun of you with his friends.

"Well you not being able to breathe is definitely a sign." Theo chuckled.

"Oh yeah, i guess" you smiled slightly.

"Okay, who's your least favourite professor?" Theo asked.

What? You were having a panic attack and he was concerned who your least favourite professor was? priorities

"Oh erm it's got to be umbridge." You replied.

"Oh my, that woman is a nightmare. Why do you hate her so much?" Theo continued.

"She's annoying. She likes to believe she's in power. That she's the best. But in reality, she's a stuck-up, irritating try-hard who is only a teacher so she can shout at children." You replied.

"Oh, I couldn't agree with you more," Theo replied. "Feeling better?"

You seemed to have been so occupied in insulting your defence against the dark arts teacher you seemed to have forgotten about your panic attack. Your breathing was now much more steady and your body didn't seem to shake as much.

He extended his hand to grasp yours, but before he could, you pressed yourself against his frame, embracing him tightly. Your body was racked with sobs. He was shocked at your response but quickly regained his composure and pulled you in even tighter.

"Shh" he whispered in your ear. "You'll be okay"

It was mostly quiet except for when he whispered comforting affirmations in your ear.

After a couple of minutes of you staying like this, your body completely stopped shaking and you felt stronger like it wasn't just you against the world anymore. It felt like you had someone who cared about you. Someone who was there for you. Someone who listened to you.

"Thank you. Really. I'm sure i would've passed out if it weren't for you." You smiled at him.

"It's alright." He replied.

"How did you know all this?" you asked

"What do you mean?" he questioned looking at you quizzically.

"You knew what to do when i had the panic attack. How?" you repeated.

"I have them. My mum taught me how to deal with them before she erm." Theo explained stopping abruptly at the end.

"Oh wow erm sorry"

"No you're good." He replied.

"Well thanks again, I owe you one." You said.

"No problem y/n." He replied.

He knew your name.

Theodore Fucking Nott knew your name.

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[charmercharm3r]

Hi ^^ 🩷 could you write a plushie smut hyunjin fucking reading while reader is holding their teddy for support 🫧 ily your work sm and I hope you have a great day today :)

this came out shorter than I intended for it to be but I hope you like it!!!

Teddy

HHJ

Masterlist

wc: 1.4k

warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, soft bf hyune, unprotected sex (do not do this srsly), slight dumbification, he's a cutie and I want him

It was a hard week for you, so many things piling on top of one another and you were stressed beyond belief. Hyunjin had never seen you this way at this level, in all the years you’d been dating, it had never been this bad. He knew he couldn’t help you directly with your problems, but he could always provide a distraction.

When you’d come home Friday night way past the time you usually did, you were ready to just lay in bed without changing because you were so tired. Your childhood teddy bear was in his rightful place on your side of the bed, beckoning you to join and close your eyes. As you kicked off your shoes and unbutton your pants, you didn’t hear Hyunjin calling your name, just falling back onto the bed without finishing taking off your clothes.

His heart wept at the sight of you, exhausted and carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders. Hyunjin greeted you one more time and asked if it’d be alright if he helped you undress, only receiving a hum from you in return. He started with your pants, slipping them down your legs, gently pulling your top over your head to leave you in only undergarments. You sighed at the freedom from the tight clothing, squinting your eyes open to see Hyunjin staring down at you with fond eyes. “What can I do?” He asked, lightly massaging your calves.

“I don’t know. So tired,” you mumbled, hardly legible as the tone of your voice fell to a whisper. Your eyes closed again and blindly reached for your stuffed teddy next to your head to cradle him in your arms. The pressure of his fingers pressing into your muscles was a little painful, but relaxing at the same time and making you push out a small moan. They worked higher and higher until he came to your thighs, massaging them one at a time. Hyunjin slotted himself between your legs and sat back on his knees as he watched your eyebrows scrunch together, shoulders tensing and your grip on the teddy tighten.

“I know. Let me take care of you?” It was a rhetorical question, you’d never say no to his touch. It was hypnotizing, maybe the delirium was starting to take over, or a combination of both but either way you melted to his touch and lulling body heat.

You felt everything he did, heard every saccharine word he whispered, but couldn’t comprehend anything to reciprocate. He didn’t seem to mind your incoherency, Hyunjin had your body memorized like a map, touching and kissing all the right places to have you whimpering with no filter. You couldn’t tell how long Hyunjin was placing kisses along the expanse of your body, leaving wet trails up and down your stomach, the lengths of your arms, even placing one on the teddy’s forehead for good measure and giggling when he then chastly kissed your lips. 

Hyunjin’s fingers tiptoed along the seam of your underwear, taunting you just a bit by snapping it against your skin then ridding it completely, tossed somewhere forgotten. Eyes still closed, your grip on the teddy was made of steel and knuckles turning white as Hyunjin hiked your legs around his waist and slid his fingers through your folds. The sound of your arousal was wet and lewd, his satisfied chuckle only making you even more turned on. It didn’t take much other than his digits spreading your essence to your bundle of nerves and rubbing deep, hard circles into it for you to begin mindlessly begging for more.

“Need you,” you whimpered, “please, please, please.” You reached for his hand that was between your legs and pushed it harder into you, using him to grind your hips against.

Hyunjin watched you with the proudest, most intrigued smile, in love with how desperate you were for him even in the most weary of conditions. Impressed, he stole his hand away followed by your needy cries, but was quickly repressed when you heard his buckle being undone and the thud of fabric hitting the floor. The aching between your legs was suddenly being flushed in heat, realizing the tip of his cock was pressing into your clit ever so nicely. 

“Where do you want me, baby?” He teased, dragging his cock through your folds and letting you mewl. He knew you could hardly put together more than three words, asking you this question was like talking to a wall. You reached for him once more, but Hyunjin caught your hand and guided it back towards the plushie in your arms, telling you, “hold on to him. Answer me, sweetheart.”

“Here,” you kicked your hips up and pulled him in by the waist. Hyunjin catches himself before he can fall over and chuckles at your enthusiasm. He was always a sucker for obedience, and you were more than happy to obey.

He was taking too long, rubbing his dick side to side against your sopping cunt and catching the head on your entrance only to steal it away when you thought you had it. Hyunjin got a kick out of your whines, but found it to be enough when you tried to roll over to get away from the teasing. Forcing you onto your back again, you squirmed and momentarily let your arms fall to your side, teddy rolling away. The few seconds you had exposed your bra-clad chest, Hyunjin couldn’t help his hips from plunging into your pussy, warm and inviting. He shivered as you clenched around him and let his body fall in closer, your legs trapping and unmoving from around his waist. Kisses were being peppered across your chest, up your neck, a few to your cheek, you didn’t have a single thought in your head except for his cock nudging against the sweet spot within you. “Relax, baby. I’ll empty that pretty little head of yours. Just lay there, cute and comfortable.”

Hyunjin kissed your lips one more time and helped the teddy back into your arms, enclosing them around your chest before leaning back to readjust into a better position. He pulled back slowly, your mouth parting slightly at the sudden feeling before letting out a loud moan when he entered you again, perfectly angled to press your sweet spot once more. Starting slow, letting you get used to the feeling did Hyunjin thrust, until you started begging for more. You clutched onto the plushie as his pace picked up, loving your blissed out whimpers mixing with skin slapping skin. The force behind his hips rocked the headboard against the wall and your body along with it, you were almost sure you would’ve flown off the bed if he wasn’t holding your waist.

Delirium and lust and desperation, exhaustion making your body all the more willing to accept the easily rising high once Hyunjin brought his thumb to your lips. He pushed the digit into your mouth, grateful to have a weight against your tongue.

“Pretty baby, feel good?” You hummed, swirling your tongue around his thumb. “I bet you do. You’ve had such a hard week, hm? That’s okay, I'll make it all better. Let go whenever you want, sweetheart.”

Hyunjin took his thumb from your mouth, a thread of saliva following as he brought it down to rub at your clit. The intense feeling had your head digging back into the pillows and holding the teddy closer to your chest, only grounded by the feeling of the fuzzy fur tickling your chin. You were hanging on by an inch of your life, just wanting to enjoy his body warmth a little bit longer. But his words were like a blanket of adoration you didn’t know you needed, “you’ve done so good, baby, so, so good. I’m so proud of you. Can you do me a favor? Come for me, sweetheart. I know you can, ‘cus you’re my good girl.”

The praise, the perfectly practiced touches, everything in your body heightened tenfold when your orgasm hit. Your nails dug into the plush clenched against your chest as your back arched and Hyunjin’s name rolled off your tongue like a mantra. Had you not been holding the teddy, you might not have awoken from the blinding high that took over your body, feeling as though you would never come down.

Panting, sweaty, you finally opened your eyes to find Hyunjin staring down at you with hearts in his own. “Even cumming on command, you really are good,” he cooed, bringing his hand up to caress your cheek. You leaned into his touch, nuzzling into his palm as your body relaxed.

“Your good girl,” you whispered back.

“Uh oh,” Hyunjin’s eyes widened for a moment, seeming as though he was genuinely shocked. Your eyebrows went up, concerned. “You can still speak. Looks like we’ll have to keep going, sweetheart. Can’t have a single thought in that wonderful brain of yours.”

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[buckleysbitch]

Okay this might seem like a weird request, u srsly don’t have to write it. But can you do a fic where reader and hazel go skinny dipping? It doesn’t have to be smut it’s just like there and more meant for them to have fun as a couple. And pls make it fluffy!!! Love ur work btw <3

i love i love i love!! okay idk about y’all but i’m from a place where having in ground pools in the backyard is the norm, so let’s pretend that your house has an in ground pool if you don’t besties ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

listen to hazels spotify here ₊˚.༄

between just the last hour you’ve finished off an entire bottle of chardonnay together, so it’s easy to imagine that you’re both pretty tipsy. board games astrew on the floor, the last round of life is being wrapped up, and with one final spin, you’ve won the game.

“you suck!” she laughs.

“oh, now do i? fine, fine….one last challenge. all or nothing! uhmmm…..” your eyes scanning the room, you spot the turquoise hue of the pool. “whoever gets to the pool last has to skinny dip. deal?” it made no sense, but your drunken brains thought it was obviously the best idea since sliced bread.

clamoring through the house, hazel leaps out the door and makes it to the edge of the pool just before you….

“alright babe, alright!” blushing and giggling hysterically, you’re laughing too hard, not even at anything in particular, to even take your clothes off. hazel comes over and gently tugs at your top.

“can i take these off for you?” you nod, and she peels your top and bottoms off, realizing that you don’t have a bra on. she gazes at you for a moment, not with lust, but just pure love for every fiber of you, before tenderly dragging your underwear down your legs.

“thanks babe.” hysteria subsiding, you stumble over to the stairs leading into the pool and submerge yourself, warm water lapping against your breasts. after wading for a moment, you submerge your hair, letting it cascade down your back. once the water beads out of your eyes and your vision comes back, you see your girlfriend gawking at you.

“what? something on my face?” you giggle, and gesture for her to join. hazel strips faster than you think she’s ever done before, and with a shit eating grin, sprints towards the edge, leaping towards you. splashes of water batter onto the once dry patio, and she resurfaces, hair slicked back down her neck. a splashing contest ensues, your laughter filling the thick summer air, eyes full of chlorine.

“okay, okay! i surrender! i surrender!” she shouts, gliding over to you and kissing you to seal the truce. after a couple seconds of silence, you glance down and realize…holy shit.

“BABE!!! my tits!! they FLOAT!!”

“NO FUCKING WAY LEMME TRY.” hazel dips down, her nipples hardening against the water, and yes, they float. “HOLY FUCK!” cackling at your new discovery, you swim over to her.

lifting you into her arms, your legs wrap around her toned waist. her hair is sticking out all different directions, and her face is red from the tipsiness. hums only loud enough for you to hear escape from her, and you relax into her touch. looking up, you see the brightest star in the entire sky just above you, and you wish that every summer will be spent just like this, with your darling hazel.

#hazel callahan #hazel callahan blurb #hazel callahan fanfiction #hazel callahan headcanons #hazel callahan imagine #hazel callahan x reader #hazel callahan x you #hazel callahan brainrot #hazel callahan au #bottoms 2023

[girlfromthecrypt]

I finally got to read the update!! Don't mind me rambling a bit about everything I loved about it...

I really enjoyed the beginning of this chapter.  Being playful with Basil in the van is super cute. It was interesting to see Reem and Basil not getting along a little bit, it makes me intrigued about if there will be any cracks in our little friend group's foundation that might start to show. And if so what that might mean when things start going bad.

Also, Anita is adorable!! It had me giggling when she called everyone attractive--I loved getting to tease her about it afterwards. I chose to room with her and the siblings--though the thought of Basil sleeping alone makes me nervous for the future...

Definitely Looking at Anita's comment about how your sanity starts slipping when you go without sleep. I'm SO eager to reach the horror. Though the slightly slower, cheerful beginning is so great. I love getting to know everyone and seeing them happy and bonding, knowing that there's horror on the horizon...

Javier talking about his mom marrying his dad straight up made me snort laugh. I work with kids and they truly do say the most out of pocket things. It's very true to life. And ooooh, Basil and Gabriel just...staring at the woods got me so hyped. Reading that scene gave me a proper thrill, that little 'heart-pounding-faster' feeling that makes me love horror so so much.

Hell yes at getting to tell the kids a scary story!! I remember being a kid and hearing classics like Don't Turn on the Light and being scared out of my socks. It's sooo fun to be able to play at passing that on to a whole new generation!! I'm 100% in to romance Basil, but this update makes me want to do a run where I romance Anita. She's so so cute. And the siblings both are great in their own ways... I'm sensing that I'll end up doing runs for each of the ROs, you've made such fun and sweet characters!

Aaah that ending!!!! Genuinely terrifying, and made me so anxious about the kids!! I KNOW my MC is going to be hard-pressed to keep them all safe. I can't wait to see what comes next!! I love how you write characters, they're all so likable and distinct!! This was such a good update, it makes me really eager for more.

HI (omg it's that cool person) HIIII <3

Thank you so much for this. I'll have you know I reread this ask like three times and I'm probably gonna read it all over again tomorrow bc it gives me life. I can't express how happy I am that you cared to write such a long ask bc of my IF if all things. Thank you, it made my day.

Basil and Anita's on-the-road scenes in the van were my favorite to write!! And yes, there's certainly a bit of tension in the group. MCs with high sociability or perception will be able to pick up on this, also on George's fondness for a certain colleague--- but don't worry, no one's at each other's throats. Yet.

And yay, some Anita appreciation!! Cut her some slack, she's not used to being around hot people and between a possibly cute MC and the FUCKING MALAKS of all people... yeah. It's not easy for her.

Ok so you know that you can also sleep in the van with Basil if your relationship stat/his approval of you is strong enough? I hope that was clear from the dialogue options and you just chose the cabin despite of it, bc if not, I might have to rewrite the choice. Furthermore, while I can see why you'd be worried for him, I'd be more concerned for an MC who chooses to sleep alone ;) [yes, this is me hinting at a future horror scenario possibly unique to that route].

Ah yes, Javier, my son <3 lol. Nahhh I don't favor any of the campers. Though, if I had to pick which one I liked to write the most, it'd probably be him.

Now I feel bad haha. Ok but srsly, kids can be VERY outspoken, and Javier especially has noooo social filter. You might notice that some of the campers' traits specifically correspond to some of the ROs' characteristics... Looking at Gabriel and Basil here.

Both campfire stories are also really close to my own heart, so I jumped at the chance to include them. As for the ROs, I do hope you'll do a run for each of them! I'm trying quite hard to make it difficult to choose between them ;)

I love that the ending hit the way it was supposed to. If you want to know what's up next, I have one word for you: confusion. Lots of confusion.

See, I need to give this story a slow, slice-of-life start, bc purely from a narrative standpoint, it wouldn't make sense for the horror to come out guns blazing. That's why the MC will at first be the only one to experience the horrors and for the horrors to (seemingly) originate from one of the kids, bc if it was more dramatic and the threat was to come from an exterior source, everyone would just pack up and flee and then the story would be over. That's what I figure.

Anyhow, I'm so glad I still got you hooked with this project. Thanks so much for this super long message.

#if: wip #interactive fiction #choicescript game #dashingdon wip #if demo #romanceable characters #ro asks #if: such happy campers

[totally-not-here-for-the-smut]

☆~Masterlist~☆

Requests: Open

Bc requests make me happy :)

Here's what I do

Key, in increasing lemon level:

◇ This is plain random stuff

♡ Relationships, Affection & Teasing

♧ Fluff, Light Smut

♤ HERE BE THE BIG DONGS BEWARE

Arcana Fanfictions

Loved & Lost

A gritty, angst prequel about the plague times. Tells the story of MC becoming Julian's medicine apprentice, and the ups and downs of their relationship with Asra during those hard times. It's kinda intense, but I changed the color of the triggering parts so you can enjoy it anyway.

NSFW alphabets ♤

Lucio

Julian

Late night headcanons ♧♡

Handling Trauma (healing intimacy) -Muriel ♧♡

Handling Trauma -Asra ♤♧♡

What "innocent" detail of the M6 will make your blood boil? ♧

Sexy Lingerie ♧

Asra angst - Julian smut♧

MurielxNadia

So it begins ◇

The proposal ◇

Compassion ◇♡

Daring conditions◇

The revelation incident◇

The Arcana Files (my theories on this universe) ◇

Vesuvia Geopolitics

The mariner republics

Why is Lucio count of Vesuvia?

Long Live the goatman - why I think Lucio's route is great (tw: mental illness)

Asra is great, but also grey

About demons - theories about nabestetics post

ADHD in Vesuvia

Quick Headcanons

M6's Children ◇1, 2, 3, 4, 5

M6 favourite places to winkwink ♧♡

First date places♡◇

Relax for the m6◇

The M6 during a boring lecture◇

Winter Masquerade outfits ◇

New year party ◇

Zombie apocalypse ◇

Sci-fi Movie◇

Vampire AU◇

Fairytale AU♡◇

Asra Angst

Ask prompts

What would make the M6 happy◇♡

The M6 with an hypersomniac apprentice ♡◇♧♤ imho this dongs are great

Baby Fever♢♧♡♤

The M6 reacts to a bold MC flirting with them ♧♡

Overstimulation & Edging ♤♧

Overstimulation & Edging vol.2 ♤♧

The m6 with an MC who has an hard time coming ♤♡♧

Squirting headcanons ♤♧

Infertility issues ♡

Flinching MC ♡♧

M6 with Blind MC ◇♡

M6 reacts to naked-in-bed♧

Currently working on:

If you requested something and I'm writing it, it will appear here. No srsly, I forget things if I don't keep a neat project tracker

The Midsummer's Masquerade ♤♧

More prompts

The M6 kinks and why they have it

Ask: smut scene with Asra ♤♧

Ask: M6 react to blind MC

Vesuvia geopolitics chapt.3◇

Handling Trauma - Nadia, Lucio and Julian//♡♤♧ I was super scared to upset people with this, but apparently it does work! I love it, gonna post more.

NSFW alphabet ♤

Apprentice's portait ◇

Nadia x Muriel ♡◇ //feel like it's not working, it's now on the backburner

This prompts ♤♧

Some very angsty shit about the beginning of MC x Julian & the real reason behin Asra's guilt ♤♡♧ (Loved & Lost chapt. 3)

Smth about jealousy and cheating, idk

Feel free to pressure me and ask for new chapters of stuff you're liking because I tend to forget it and I apprecieate your requests!

Contributes are ☆Open☆

If you got good stuff, feel free to send good stuff

I love you smut & angst dealers

There's nothing wrong with writer's propaganda

I love tiny fanfic gnomes too

Reading list

#masterlist #the arcana #the arcana game #arcana smut #the arcana smut

[gwyns]

Am I the only one who thinks Azriel's bonus chapter was about him being jealous of his brothers and whining about not having a mate and try to reason how Elain should've been his but when we get to the end of chapter we realise that he's been truly blind as a bat that he can't see that his mate has been under his nose all along...

Like I didn't even had to read about all the mating bond languages that sjm been copy pasting with her mated couple to know Gwynriel is a mated couple (even tho they're true but as a casual reader you might not notice at first)

It's srsly that easy I don't know what these idiots are talking about!! Making theories out of their a*ses and keep telling us to read between the lines... istg I see a new theory out of that bonus chapter and they also keep saying it doesn't mean anything bc it wasn't part of the book...

Honey it's not that hard lol this was sjm massage to us that Azriel and Gwyn are mates, like it or not!!

nope! you're not the only one, that was my first initial impression too. as soon as i finished acosf, i said to myself, "oh my god, e/riel is dead" and his chapter only solidified it for me

his chapter isn't romantic, like at all. it's moreso showing us how lonely az truly is and how he's let that fester and make him act out. yes, there's some cute moments with gwyn and his shadows, but ultimately it's about how far az has fallen mentally. kinda like nesta in acofas. no matter what that side claims, he's not happy and in love, he's not doing well in the slightest

it's so amusing to me how they flip flop on whether his bonus chapter counts or not lol i've seen them say that it both confirms e/riel and sets up their forbidden romance trope and that it's also not canon because it's a bonus. while yes it is a bonus, it's definitely still canon, it's just not necessary to understand the rest of the book/series

recently, i've ventured into other sides of the internet, sides also filled with "theories" and i've come to realize that if someone wants something enough, they'll see anything as a connection and confirmation of whatever it is that they want. it doesn't mean that it's actually true and will happen. i fully believe this is how e/riels' brains work too, and it's caused their fandom to adapt this hive mind where if you disagree even a little bit, you get bullied and kicked out (i've seen actual former e/riels say this happens)

at the end of the day sjm writes for herself first and foremost, whatever she wants, she gets. she also loves the mate trope, despite what some people want to believe, and happy endings and the way i see it is that e/riel can't happen for everyone to end up happy. see how i don't need to make up bread recipes or a secret baby to make my ships happen? as a sjm reader since 2013, being able to recognize what tropes she likes and her writing style is all the "proof" i need

#firstly: im so sorry its taken me forever to reply to this. ive had a bad couple of weeks #secondly: i better not see anyone arguing that lucien and vassa could have them ending up happy #if you seriously think that lucien 'im a mated male now' vanserra is even LOOKING in vassas direction then youre wrong as hell #also realistically WHY would vassa as a human queen who is trying to reclaim her territory end up with someone whos future isnt tied to her #like at all?? sjm is best at making her ships compliment eachother and their overall journeys #so why wouldnt she make her end up with a human general who SHARES HER SAME GOALS? someone who is already at her throat and she at his #anyway rant over. sorry about that. thank you for the ask anon!!! 💖 #antielriel #anti e/riel #asks #anonymous

[duckprintspress]

Hi there, i'm not sure this is in your wheel house, and I hate to waste your time, but I had a question and wonder if you might be able to offer advice (no worries if you can't or don't want to). i write a lot of fan fiction, but also have lots of idea about non-fan fiction stories. when i've tried to write them, however, I find the idea of getting a whole story out to be sufficiently intimidating that i've never been able to do it (there are probably other reasons for this of course, too). i love the A03 capability of posting one chapter (which can be super short) at a time; it's a real impetus to keep going without having to complete an entire work up front, esp if the feedback along the way is encouraging. what is your take on getting an original fiction story out in a03, but then trying to get it published elsewhere afterwards (taking it down from a03 at that point if necessary)? is that something feasible to try to do?

or perhaps you have other recs? (I don't think my original stories (unlike my fan fic) is likely to be focused on LGBTQIA+ relationships or issues, and i'm straight, so i suspect it's not what your publishing house is focusing on)

thank you so much for even reading this message.

Howdy anon! So there's a few things brought up in this message, and I'll try to answer each.

First: yes, we love offering advice and getting asks! Srsly, you and everyone, don't hesitate to drop stuff like this in our inbox, I love answering them, and if I (hi, I'm @unforth, meatspace name Claire, pen name/editing name Nina, and I own the Press and run our social media accounts) don't know the answer, I can kick 'um to the DPP server and get more folks to weigh in!

Second: yeah, motivation is a constant challenge, and what works is always going to be different for everyone. Those comments each chapter can be all that keeps me going on a long fanfic sometimes (and even they're not enough sometimes, oops, shovels a bunch of unfinished wip under the carpet behind themself)

Specifically, you ask: what is your take on getting an original fiction story out in a03, but then trying to get it published elsewhere afterwards (taking it down from a03 at that point if necessary)?

So, works are absolutely converted from AO3 stories to published stories. I can think of a half-dozen examples off the top of my head (one of the most recent being Even Though I Knew the End by C. L. Polk, which started as a Dean Winchester/Jimmy Novak fic). However, I'd point out that original fiction gets very VERY low engagement on AO3. Most of the conversions I know of are people taking fanfiction and either scrubbing the barcodes (as in, swapping character names and removing/replacing canon references) or completely rewriting it. If the feel you're struggling with is "I want to get fanfic-like engagement but on a completely original work" I think you'd struggle to get that on AO3; virtually no one I know who has posted original works on AO3 has gotten that engagement on those works.

Publishing it as original fiction that you don't substantially change for publication will also weaken your ability to get it published. It'll guarantee that you can only apply with it to places that allow/do reprints, because you've already "used" the First Worldwide Publication Rights that most publishers will want for an original thing - because you already published it. So even if you remove it, the cat is already out of the bag on "first," and that will limit your options - another reason to do it as fanfic that you then rewrite. It's relatively hard to find places that will publish works, especially long works, that the First rights are already off the table (though we're one example of a place that will, we've published things that are up on AO3, and allowed the unedited versions to remain on AO3 when we've done so. For example, several of @tryslora's stories. We've also allowed the opposite; there's at least one original work on AO3 that started as a DPP exclusive for Patreon, and when the rights reverted back to the author, they chose to post it to AO3 with our blessing).

Of course, you can bypass these issues by self-publishing. Then what you keep and what you change, whether you keep it on AO3 or remove it, etc., is up to you, because you're the boss. Self-pubbing puts a lot more of the work on your shoulders tho - editing, cover art, marketing, typesetting, etc., all of it becomes your responsibility.

But: yes, taking works from AO3 to original fic publishing is feasible and is a thing that happens all the time. Depending on how you're publishing it and/or how extensively you rewrite it, you may not even have to take it down, but it would depend. Certainly, for most trad pub/big publishing houses, they would expect you to take it down.

Re: your last point about working with us, we require exactly zero disclosures from our contributors about their sexual or gender orientation. Our only requirement is that authors have posted fanfiction on a public, accessible fanfiction website. To the best of my knowledge, the vast majority of the people we work with are LGBTQIA+, but I also know for sure we've worked with at least one person who was cis and het. There are probably more. It's honestly none of my business. We've also published plenty with no LGBTQIA+ component. The way we work, we accept authors, and once we've got the author, we publish what they want to write, we're not particularly interested in policing that. Things without LGBTQIA+ don't tend to sell as well, because of the interests of our customers, but we'll put it out anyway *shrug*. I'd guess around a quarter of our catalogue has no explicit LGBTQIA+ rep, maybe a bit less.

Anyway! Hi, I'm wordy. TL:DR is: you can absolutely try to motivate yourself to write original fic by publishing it to AO3, but engagement is likely to be low, and doing so will make it harder to publish. If you feel you need the motivation that posting chapter-by-chapter gets you, it'd be better to write it as fanfiction with the intention of rewriting it later, as this will improve engagement without doing as much damage to your ability to publish it later.

and if you wanted to write with us, you'd be welcome; we recruit authors through our anthologies, and I expect our next open call to be sometime over the late spring or summer. We only juuuust started talking potential themes a few days ago.

Hope this helps!

-unforth

#unforth replies #faq #duck prints press #publishing #writing advice

[mdhwrites]

hey this is kinda short n random but DUDE.

thanks for putting your thoughts out into the world. srsly. your critiques and insightful, genuine, thoughtful writings about some of my fav shows (amphibia, toh) and games (hsr) have given me real moments to sit back and think on lots of things.

you're excellent at clearly stating a point without antagonizing or trashing the other side of the argument, and always seem clear and well-spoken. that's hard to find in analysis or "hot take" style blogs, ESPECIALLY when it comes to writing.

it's hard to get mad at anything you've put down, and easy to let it actually bring up interesting questions to chew on. also, your writing is very enjoyable and fun- I'm gonna see if I can snag me a copy of Crises Girlfriends soon!

keep doing your thing, man. it's great

Thank you. All of this genuinely means a lot to me, especially, frankly, the part about avoiding antagonizing or belittling the other side. My ability to speak my thoughts clearly and bring points together is just kind of part of how my brain is put together (only half of which I can blame on being on the spectrum maybe) but the concept of not being an asshole while I try to make a point wasn't something I always had.

That's not just me being humble either. I lived with a friend for two years, helping take care of their mom while they helped give me a place to exist while dealing with my depression, and they straight up told me that who they had known five years before then wouldn't have been allowed on their couch. I literally stopped being a part of Discord or Skype groups (to really date this) for I think at least three years because I would spend so much of my time just trying to prove I was right. To win and show how superior I was.

The change from needing to be right and instead to simply have a conversation/debate was a major change to how I saw analysis and ended up the way I am. Not to say my emotions never get the better of me, not helped by when I got into analysis being when The Nostalgia Critic reigned supreme (I haven't watched him in well over half a decade now), but I try to keep it more about the work itself. I've even talked about in multiple blogs how my opinion blogs are less just about reviewing things or the like (again, not perfect, especially with TOH) but instead a lot more about teaching lessons and thoughts on things that I think can genuinely help people.

To that end, belittling others is counterintuitive. For as upset as I get with the Amphibia fandom about their takes on the ending, I do empathize with them. I can understand why they wish for the ending they wanted, even if I disagree on it being better. I can see a lot of why TOH, especially as someone's first big fantasy work, would mean a lot to them and draw them in and be something special, even if a long term fantasy fan might find a lot of it trying too hard. Not only is that approach more humane but it also allows for better analysis because for as easy as it can be to say how something is bad, it's a lot harder to genuinely address why that work may also be popular. At least, you know, without being an asshole and going "It's wish fulfillment so only losers who want to escape this world could enjoy it." That's reductive and useful to literally no one.

Anyways, I think that's more than enough bragging? shrug On my part. Again, thank you so much and I hope you enjoy Crises Girlfriends when you get the chance! Have a good day everyone and see you next tale.

#Personal #Analysis

[blog-name-idk]

Everything Falls (Into Place) | 13

*Banner by the incredible @bangtansmauyeondan

Pairing: OT7 x Fem Reader

Genre: College!AU, Roommate!AU, Fluff, Humor, Smut

Summary: Your new roommates are unbearably nice and unbearably hot. Good thing you're an adult who is fully capable of platonic friendships with the opposite sex, right?

Word Count: 2098

~~~~~

You

Mina, I'm screwed

Mina

Oh nice, you finally got laid?

You

Wow you are sooo hilarious

Mina

You love it

Now tell Mama Mina what ails you

You

It's dumb. And embarrassing.

Mina

What, you suddenly realize you're in love with all your perfect roommates?

You

…

Mina

Omg

I fucking knew it

And you were so sure you were gonna be fine

Lolololol

You

It's not all of them!!

Mina

YET lmaooooo

I'm dying

You

Ok well once you can breathe again

HELP

Mina

Lol

I mean

Is it really that big a deal?

You

????

Of course it is

They're my friends

I'm violating their trust

I'm using friendship as an excuse to hang out with them!

Mina

Bruh

You

I'm the worst

Mina

Omg dude

Breathe

Are you doing it to get in their pants?

You

Of course not

I mean they're all smoking hot

But it's not like it's my goal or anything

I just like spending time with them

Mina

Which is what friends do, you adorable dork

So which ones are they?

You

Jin, Jimin, and Yoongi

Mina

Huh, I thought for sure Taehyung was gonna be in there

You

Mina!!!

Mina

I mean, he's gorgeous and totally whipped for you

You

You know he's like that with everyone, right?

Mina

Suuuuuuure

Well, let me know which one you fall for next ;)

You

MINA!!!!

Mina

Well if not him

Maybe Namjoon?

You said you have a huge boner for his voice and dimples

Didn't you write a fucking research paper for him lmao

You

Please never bring that up again

I purged it from my memory

Mina

Or that other dancer guy?

Hope or something?

Didn't you spend all night cuddling with him that one time

You

It's Hobi

And no, he's sunshines and rainbows and too pure for this world

Mina

Lol you sound gone for him already

What about that cutie you used to tutor?

You

Omg no Kookie is too young

Mina

He's one year younger than you dumbass

Also didn't you say he's both the cutest thing ever and ripped as fuck?

You

Are you trying to ruin my life

Mina

Only a little ;)

Really though, I wouldn't freak out so much about it

From what you've told me about them, they all seem like super legit dudes

You

That's the problem!!!

I spent so long immunizing myself against their looks

I totally forgot to guard against their personalities

😭😭😭

Mina

Lol what I mean is

You told them the first day that nothing would ever happen, right?

So they're gonna respect that

They're not gonna make a move unless you do

You

Lol not like they would anyway

Have you SEEN them??

Mina

Bitch have you MET you?

You

Aw thanks

But seriously I'm freaking out

Mina

It's not that complicated

Either you do something about it or you don't

No one (including you) is forcing them to do anything

And no one is forcing you either

You

…

Huh

I was overthinking again, wasn't I

Mina

Yeah but it's one of your charms <3

And if you ever need an outlet you know I'm always here to read your thirsty-ass texts

Srsly I kinda wish I had popcorn

You

You're the best <3

Mina

You can thank me by getting daddy Jin to buy me something nice

You

I rescind my last statement

~~~~~

Eomma

Hi honey, how's school going?

Seokjin

Hey mom, pretty good!

Everyone in my group project is actually competent for once

How are you and dad?

Eomma

We're doing great!

Speaking of groups…

Seokjin

Oh boy

Eomma

When are you going to bring [y/n] for a proper visit?

Seokjin

Uhh I'm not sure

She's really busy with schoolwork

Eomma

She's a double major, isn't she?

What a hard worker

And such a sweet girl

We really liked her, Seokjinnie

Seokjin

I know, you've both told me multiple times

She is pretty great though

She liked you guys too

Eomma

Well we don't mind if she brings some of her work here!

Lord knows your father will understand

You should stay for the whole weekend!

We can prepare the guest room downstairs so you don't have to worry about disturbing us ;)

Seokjin

MOM!!!

Eomma

No need to be shy, we all saw the way you were looking at her

Reminds me of your father and I when we first met

We couldn't keep our hands off each other

Seokjin

I did not need to hear that

Eomma

Can you blame your mother for being excited?

It's been so long since you've introduced us to anyone other than those cute boys you live with

We're just so happy for you

And we'd love to get to know [y/n] better

Seokjin

Sigh… I'll ask her

ONLY dinner though, not the weekend!

Eomma

Ah, I understand

More comfortable in your own homes, I get it ;)

Seokjin

Oh my god

~~~~~

Jin

Hello my wonderful, perfect wife!

Did I tell you that you look absolutely ravishing today?

You

You're about to ask me for something, aren't you…

Jin

Can't a man tell his wife she looks beautiful?

You

Okay then

So you just texted me to compliment me

Jin

Exactly

You

Thanks, babe <3

I'll talk to you later

Jin

Wait no come back, you're right

But I also DO think you look great today!

You

I knew it

You're a heartbreaker Kim Seokjin :(

You'll be hearing from my divorce lawyer

Jin

Nooooo!

Please give me a second chance!

We didn't have a prenup!

You

Hmmm alright

But only because you're so pretty when you beg

Jin

Thank you

You're benevolent and forgiving and lovely

You

Continue

Jin

And beautiful and smart and funny

Flowers bloom when you walk

The wind sighs when you pass by

My soul weeps when we have to part ways in the morning after our steamy, sensual nights

You

Ok ok what is this favor?

Jin

My parents want us to come over for dinner

Honestly it's your fault for seducing them with your feminine wiles

You

Oooooo dinner with the in-laws!

You should be glad they like me, Jinnie

But yeah I'd be happy to, they were really nice

Probably can't in the near future though, final projects are coming up with a vengeance

Jin

Yeah I figured, same here

Just wanted to run it by you since my mom brought it up

You

Are you sure you're okay with it?

We could probably stage an amicable break up

Jin

More than okay

I like spending time with you and my parents will be happy, it's a win-win

You

Awww babe <3

Jin

<3

~~~~~

Jungkook

I hate matrices

You

Aww Kookie

Linear algebra?

Jungkook

Yes :(

You

Want me to take a look when I get home?

Jungkook

Yes please!

Study date?

You

Sounds good :)

Jungkook

Thank you [y/n]!

You're the best

I'll make some of my fancy ramyun

You

Yay!!!!

Jungkook

Will you make cookies this weekend?

You

Hmm

Only if you're good and help me with dinner cleanup the rest of this week

Jungkook

Okay!

You know you can ask me to do that anytime, right?

Without bribing me

You

And that's why I'll make them

Cookies for my sweet lil Kookie

Thanks in advance for the help :)

Jungkook

Anything for you :)

~~~~~

Yoongi

yo can you check if i left my beanie in my room?

Jungkook

No

~~~~~

Jimin

Hello fellow 10s and 95s!

My classmate's having a party tonight

Let's goooooooo

Taehyung

Sounds like fun!

You

I'm sorry Chim

It does sound like fun, but I have too much schoolwork :(

Taehyung

But it's Friday!

You always have schoolwork :(

Jimin

Don't you love us? :(

You

Don't point those sad faces at me

Taehyung

:(((((((

Jimin

:(((((((((

You

You know those don't work over text right?

Jimin

Are you in your room right now?

You

No

Taehyung

That's a lie

She got home 10 minutes ago

Jimin

Meet you there Taetae!!!

You

I'm locking the door

Taehyung

I'm almost there!

Jimin

Perfect

You

WTF YOU CAN'T COME IN THROUGH HOBI'S ROOM

THAT'S CHEATING

~~~~~

You

Hobi! There's a sale on Sprite at the grocery store!

Hobi

!!!!

I'm busy all day though :(

You

I already got some for you hehe

Hobi

You're too good to me

I must have done something great in a past life to have you as a friend :')

You

Aw Hobi you're making me blush

Hobi

It's the truth!

You

Oh! Mina accidentally called you Hope instead of Hobi, isn't that so cute?

Hobi

Haha I like it!

You

Now introducing the best dancer in the world

Some call him Jung Hoseok

But the rest of us know him as J-HOOOOOOOPE!!!!

Hobi

Now you're making me blush!!!

You

It fits so well since you bring hope and sunshine into my life

Hobi

[Y/n]! Stop!!!!

You

You don't want to be my hope? :(

Hobi

You know that's not what I meant!

You

All this time I thought we had something special :(

Hobi

Sigh okay…

I'm your hope, and you're my hope

You

J-HOOOOOOOOOPE!

~~~~~

Yoongi

you up?

You

Min Yoongi you did not just send me a "u up" text

Yoongi

i did

one hand job please

You

I'm starting to regret making that joke

Wait are you seriously asking me to come to the music building at midnight?

Yoongi

nah i'm in my room

You

You know I'm not accepting payment via your "tongue technology" right?

Yoongi

that's too bad

i was going to show you one of my tracks

You

omw

~~~~~

You

Fucj Mina he'a so hot omg

akfjlfj

Mina

Which one are we talking about right now?

You

YONGU

HE RAPS

ADN HES GOOD

FUUCCCKKKJJKKJ

Mina

Wait are you drunk?

You

I coldnt hmdle the turth sober dont judg me

Mina

You're a huge dweeb and I love you

~~~~~

You

Hey Namjoon!

I've got a rough draft for my linguistics final done

Would you mind looking at it when you get a chance?

Namjoon

Sure thing!

Though knowing you it will be great already

You

Haha thanks but it's a rough draft for a reason

Namjoon

Do you have any more papers coming up for that art history class?

More than happy to look through those too

You

Lol well

The final for that one is a group project!

So no papers left this year

Namjoon

That's too bad, I really enjoyed the one you showed me!

You

I am so glad I can't see your dimples over text

Namjoon

Huh?

What do you mean?

You

Nevermind

Anyway I'll email you the paper later!

Thanks Namjoon!

Namjoon

No problem

You know I'm always happy to help

You

Yeah

You're the best :)

I'll make brownies this weekend

Namjoon

This house is blessed

~~~~~

Jackson

Hey, Namjoon!

Namjoon

Jackson! What's up?

Jackson

Not much, just wanted to check in

And thank you for taking good care of my baby sister

Namjoon

Haha she takes care of us too

Jackson

I did want to ask you how she's doing

We talk every week but she's the kind of person to play down any issues she has

I was pretty surprised when she asked me for help that one time, actually

Namjoon

We've noticed that

She does seem fine overall

I think she works too hard

But try telling her to take a break

Jackson

I know exactly what you mean

I'm glad you're looking out for her

I'm sure you two nerds get along well

Namjoon

Yeah it's nice having another art buddy

She actually wrote the coolest paper for her art history class

It was really good

Jackson

?

Namjoon

For the elective she's taking

Jackson

She's not taking any art history classes…

Namjoon

Yeah she is?

Selected Topics in Contemporary Art

Jackson

She is definitely not in that class

Namjoon

That doesn't make any sense

She asked me for help

Jackson

Hm

Namjoon

Her paper was flawless

Even the citations were perfectly formatted

Jackson

Explain

Namjoon

Uhh she told me she was having trouble starting her paper and needed references

And I gave her some texts and pointers

Then offered to proofread her paper

Jackson

Namjoon

Namjoon

?

Jackson

Be honest with me

Namjoon

I'm always honest with you?

Jackson

Are you and my sister… involved?

Namjoon

WHAT

No, of course not!

I would never!

Jackson

Oh so you're saying my sister isn't worthy of your attention?

Namjoon

I feel like there is no good answer here

Jackson

We'll talk when I'm back in the country

Namjoon

Oh come on, dude

Jackson?

Please man

I want children someday

I need my balls

Hello?

~~~~~

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Tags: @singukieee @persphonesorchid @xmochiloverx @taestefully-in-luv @meavie @silscintilla @forpunishers @jnghs

#bts x reader #bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts ot7 x reader #kim namjoon x reader #kim seokjin x reader #park jimin x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #min yoongi x reader #kim taehyung x reader #jung hoseok x reader

[auughsoundeffect]

GENSHIN CHARACTERS AS LINDSEY STIRLING PIECES

I love Lindsey, she needs more recognition!!

Diluc

First off, the name fits perfectly

The images in my head told me THIS is his song alr? You can’t change my mind.

Im always right.

There are parts that literally sound like a bird screeching, (MY DESCRIPTION IS SO BAD BUT HEAR ME OUTTT)

His burst is a literal phoenix like… Hellooo???

This piece is so intense, I get goosebumps everytime I listen to this.

Scaramouche

I SEE HIS BACKSTORY CUTSCENE IN MY HEAD AT THE BEGINNING OF THIS PIECE

And then it becomes so crisp after the start!!! Like good crisp.

You can feel the anger, the betrayal, the sadness, the HURT

You feel the exhaustion of being let down so many times.

Kaeya

I beg you do not sleep on this one. I get goosebumps everytime.

It’s so intense.

And we all know that Kaeyas backstory is so intense despite his careless and composed personality.

Yes I think about the fight he had with Diluc when I hear this. And now you will too.

The hurt. The mixed emotions. The sadness. The horror. All the feelings he felt going up against his precious brother back then.

God DAMN

La signora

Waltz - Lindsey Stirling

(Underrated masterpiece btw. Couldn’t even find it in the music feature)

You can hear the pain in this piece

The ANGUISH.

The RAGE.

DESPERATION

Her backstory is so so sad.

At least she’s back with Rostam now lmao

Ajax

BRU-TAL

Intense. Asl.

Yes I know I say everything is intense but srsly. When did I lie?

No matter what he has no choice but to keep pushing forward.

Like c’mon, I know this ginger smiles n shit but let’s be realistic—

Being a harbinger is hard.

Most of the people who are in the fatui don’t even like to work there but it’s the only option for them.

Bro doesn’t even like his coworkers like..??

It’s a hard life he has.

Keeping it all a secret from his family too.

Who knows how many peoples blood stains his hands.

His life is a mess.

Arataki Itto

Good vibes ONLY!!!

It fits so well with his optimistic personality

I love him so much 💔

Idk what else to write.

The song is just a dead giveaway. It’s so Itto bro.

Venti

Got the “hear ye hear ye☝️😀” vibes yfm?

So happy and youthful

Makes me wanna do folk dance fr

This is just fitting

Bard music fr

Goes hand in hand with Venti’s juvenile vibe

Good vibes only‼️‼️‼️

Nilou

Don’t deny it, we all know she’d perform to this and EAT IT UP.

All I can think of is her dancing to this.

I know the audience will be left with goosebumps all over their body

What can I say?

It’s flamboyant, mesmerizing, absolutely breathtaking.

#genshin headcanons #genshin impact #genshin wanderer #genshin venti #genshin imagines #genshin scaramouche #genshin diluc #genshin fluff #kaeya alberich #kaeya #gi diluc #diluc imagines #genshin impact nilou #nilou #childe #tartaglia #venti the bard #venti headcanons #genshin impact itto #arataki itto #la signora #genshin impact signora #Spotify

[fionajames]

Hi Jamie! good evening ( for me in the Midwest )! Hope you had a great day! Requesting time since I like to make writers happy. May i pleeeeeeeease get prompt #5 “I’m not gonna stop poking you until you give me some attention” with Rex and Cody or Ahsoka and Anakin with like, angst? I love the emotions swirling and drama, you know?I feel like it’s such a sibling thing to do.

Sincerely, your loyal follower, Sha 🫡

HELLO SHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THANK YOU SO SO SO SO SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

guys srsly i kid you not i have a list of request prompts pinned on my page or you dont even have to use those but pls request!!!!!!

HAVE SOME ANGST

I listened to 'Washing Machine Heart' by Mitski whilst writing this and I highly reccomend listening to it too. The last part of the song and one shot work so well together.

Rex closed his eyes as he tried to drown out the constant sound of screams echoing in his head. It was too quiet in the barracks and the silence was eating at him, pushing him back into the moment of the recent battle. 

He could see the green and blue flashes ingrained in his mind more than anything, the massacre that followed after their activation. The bodies that would drop because of them, the hearts that would stop because of them, the deaths that would be caused because of them. The deaths of his brothers too late to save, too late to save because he was wrong.

The door to the barracks wooshed open but Rex didn’t move, didn’t sit up. He was too engulfed in his memories to be bothered to, and too engulfed in his task of pushing back his tears. “Rex?” A voice called and the boy shrank back into the rock-hard mattress, praying it would swallow him whole and take him down into a dark abyss. “Vod?”

“Go away!” He choked out, pulling his knees to his chest and pulling the thin black sheet up to cover his face, a singular tear falling from the hazel abyss. Once one tear had fallen, it was hard to stop the oncoming downpour, but Rex was using all of his strength to push against it

“No, I’m here to help,” Cody replied, sitting down at the end of Rex’s bunk. Usually, Rex would’ve appreciated the comfort, but now, he just wanted to be alone. 

“Go away!” Rex shouted back, turning over and burying his face in the mattress. Cody didn’t move, but he didn’t speak either. 

He waited.

Cody reached out one finger and gently poked Rex’s side, rolling his eyes when his brother didn’t even flinch. He prodded him again, and again, and again. “I’m not gonna stop poking you until you give me some attention, Rex,” Cody told him and Rex sniffled, turning over to let his brother see his tear-stained face. “Oh, vod, it’s okay.” He whispered softly, brushing away the tears. 

“No it’s not,” Rex croaked out, his voice harsh with tears as he stared at his brother through his blurry vision. “So many brothers died, because of me.”

“No,” Cody spat harshly and Rex recoiled at the change of tone. The Commander sighed and resumed massaging his brother’s scalp. “It was the General’s fault, not yours. He killed them, not you.” Rex shook his head.

“I don’t believe that.”

“And why not?”

“If I didn’t kill them, then why is their blood on my hands?” The blonde whispered. “Why are the deaths so ingrained in my memory with the feeling of guilt?”

“Because you were a witness, Rex, a victim.”

Rex stared at the ceiling with glossy eyes. “Is that why I wish it had been me?” 

Cody barely heard what he said, and blinked furiously several times to try and comprehend the sentence. “You what?”

“I wish it had been me, Cody.” Rex admitted softly, not meeting his brother’s eyes as his voice fell into one note, completely monotone. “I wish it had been me on the floor, dead.”

Cody felt a drop of water slip over his bottom eyelid and down his cheek, rolling down his neck and sinking into the fabric of his blacks. “Please don’t say that.” He begged, voice shattered.

“Why not?”

“Because you're my brother, Rex!” Cody cried out as tears began falling rapidly from his eyes, creating rivers down his cheeks and leaving red marks behind. “Imagine how I would feel if you were dead!”

Rex could imagine it, and he immediately felt horrible. He sat up and raised his gaze to meet Cody’s - his heartbroken gaze. “I’m sorry.”

“Rex’ika,” Cody whispered, reaching out and wrapping an arm around his brother. “Just because you're the man with their blood on your hands does not mean you murdered them, it just means you were a victim too.”

hope you enjoyed!!!!

REQUEST THINGS PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!

#star wars #clone wars #the clone wars #clone troopers #tcw #501st legion #clones #captain rex #commander cody #general krell #pong krell #umbara #umbara arc #ka’ra writes ❤️

[charmercharm3r]

Serial Lover

HHJ

Masterlist

wc: 10.2k

Synopsis: A stripper who is a hopeless romantic and a bartender with a million and one failed relationships. What could go wrong?

warnings: smut, switch!hyunjin, switch!reader, unprotected sex (don't raw dog it guys srsly), alcohol consumption/drinking and driving (do NOT do), so much miscommunication even I got angry writing it, they're both just extremely stupid, I can't be bothered to proof read this pls excuse grammatical and spelling errors lol

Part 3 of my 8 part series based off the album, “It Was Good Until It Wasn’t” by Kehlani, where each member of Stray Kids will have a song dedicated to them and whatever toxic relationship I can come up with.

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He hated the smell of fake leather, all too potent and unsavory for a material that was supposed to be seductive. His wardrobe was filled with it, Hyunjin couldn’t help that he loved the way he looked in it, accentuating his body in all the right places. Most of the costumes he wore were leather or latex, decorated with bits of red and silver chains to add some dramatic flare. As if he couldn’t look dramatic enough, the red ribbon that tied half of his black hair up was just the icing on the cake.

You loved watching his sets, the music was always the loudest with the numbers he chose. It helped that he brought in the biggest crowds no matter how dead the club was. Your partnership with Hyunjin was a two way street; you provide drinks strong enough to get customers to spend their money on him, not that they needed them– he was just that gorgeous, and Hyunjin convinces them to go back to the bar for more and tip you well. Though of course not as well as the tips he receives. No, that kind of treatment was reserved just for the dancers.

After every set, the first thing Hyunjin did was collect his cash and hide it away backstage, then make his way back to you on the other side of the counter. Today was no different, except he added something new to his stage. Red ribbon wrapped around his bare arms, tying off between his knuckles and ends flowing freely as his hands gracefully swayed, on a mission to reach the bar. You did your best not to stare, focusing all too hard on cleaning a crystal glass that was already spotless. Hyunjin slumped at his usual barstool in the center of the counter, leaning on his arm patiently for you to acknowledge him. You didn’t have to look at him to know he needed a drink. Setting the glass down, you get him his usual.

As hard as you tried, you couldn’t keep your eyes off his arms. The sleeveless leather crop top wasn’t new attire, but the red ribbon popped against his toned muscles so nicely it made your mouth water. It wasn’t like you to thirst over him. Working in a strip club allowed you to come in contact with so many beautiful people, especially the dancers, that you’d trained yourself to keep things professional.

However Hyunjin was new, eight months ago he had joined the club and people instantly fawned over him. It made sense, his proportions were insanely right and his face resembled that of a cat, making anyone that saw him in the neon lights swoon. What didn’t make sense was why he befriended you past that of work. Of course you were friends with the other dancers, but not in the way you were with him. He’d approached you first, asking for a jager and redbull, and charmed his way into your life.

You placed the drink down in front of him, to which he chugged immediately and set the glass back down right side up. “It’s only midnight, already rough?” you asked, taking the glass to refill. As you wandered towards the back of the bar to grab the alcohol, Hyunjin groaned and slammed his head onto the counter. The thud of his forehead on the wood made surrounding customers jump and stare. You poured the drink and placed it next to him. Grabbing a clean rag, you forced his head up and put it underneath him so he had something to lay on. “When I told you you had a hard head, I didn’t mean it was made of steel.” The comment made him laugh dryly into the towel.

“It looked stupid, didn’t it?” Hyunjin lifted his head and looked you dead in the eyes. When you cocked your head at him confused, he downed the second drink and asked again. “This! The ribbon! It looked dumb, right? God, I knew I should’ve just kept to the regular routine.” He pushed the upturned glass towards you again. “‘Nother jagerbomb. More jager, less bomb.”

You didn’t question him, sighing as you switched the ratio to his preference. “I thought you looked great. Sexy,” you said and slid the glass his way, resting on your forearms in front of him.

“You always say that,” Hyunjin chugged his third drink with ease.

“I always mean it.” He set the glass down with the rim to the counter, the two of you holding a staring contest. Even in the blue and purple glow, his features were on full display. Smokey eye makeup, plump pink lips, you could even see the little mole under his eye that added to the sultriness of his persona.

You don’t always flirt with him, your friendship didn’t start out that way. It wasn’t until recently had you taken a particular liking to him in a different way. You’d just gone out on another terrible date with a guy who’d come into the club on a slow night. He’d been charming and fun to talk to in the night time scene, so when he asked you out for lunch a few days later you were excited. Upon seeing him in the sunlight, you automatically got the ick. He wasn’t how you remembered him, maybe it was the change in atmosphere or the way the daylight made it look sickly and frail. You should’ve turned tail and ran as soon as you saw him, but the good angel on your shoulder made you stick it out. That was, until he puked all over your nice white shoes. He was actually ill with the stomach bug and failed to mention it, hoping it’d pass before your date. You’d never run from a man so fast in your life.

Obviously you’d told Hyunjin about this. His first reaction wasn’t to laugh at you for choosing to go out with the guy, but rather laugh at him for making a fool of himself in front of you. The two of you were sat on the couch in his apartment, which was astonishingly clean. Both of you were a few drinks in and slightly drunk, counting his night’s tips and figuring out how he was going to budget it. When he’d gotten tired of thinking, you told the story to ease his worries. “What a loser,” he said, holding his stomach and brushing his hair back with his hand. “You deserve better.”

You’d place the dollar bills into the counting machine and turned to him, “I do! Why don’t you ever stop me from going out with these terrible people?”

“‘Cause it’s not like you listen anyways,” he nudged your knee with his, jokingly. “Even I could treat you better and I don’t even date.”

“Really? Serial lover like yourself could treat me better? Won’t believe it ‘til I see it.” You weren’t serious at the time, in fact– you were sarcastic. But it was as if your words sparked something in him. From then on, you’d catch his eyes lingering a bit longer than usual, touches frequenting your arms and shoulders, making a habit of smelling your hair whenever he hugged you. He’d offer to do things for you that you didn’t realize you needed help doing, or bringing you little things he said reminded him of you. All the telltale signs of a crush. It’d taken you a bit to warm up to the idea that your coworker turned best friend had thought of you as more than that. Honestly, it scared you a bit, leading your relationship to how it is now.

“Stop looking at me like you want to eat me,” he shied away, looking at the upside down glass.

“Stop thinking about eating me and maybe I will,” you countered, smiling up at him devilishly when the flush crept onto his cheeks. Though he was sitting on the stool and you were standing, he still towered over you. “Seriously, I love the ribbon,” your words were sincere, hoping the seriousness of your tone helped him understand. Stealing the glass from under his hand, you poured one more drink.

“You’re trying to get me drunk.”

“I am. Drunk Hyunjin always listens to me better.”

More than anything, you were compensating with your hypersexuality to combat the feelings he made bubble inside of you. Hyunjin knew this, he knew you. Which is why he never pushed himself to admit that he had more than a crush. He wanted someone unattainable and so in love with the thrill, someone he knew could never be okay with a singular, overbearingly loving person. Someone like you would never work with someone like Hyunjin. 

But knowing this wasn’t the same as accepting it. So still, his heart wrenched at the doe eyes you made at him, for him. He knew exactly where you stood, you weren’t subtle in the flirting department especially since after the drunken mistake of telling him you wanted him to prove he’s better for you than anyone you could’ve dated. That’s where his dilemma lies. Hyunjin knows you love the chase, you love feeling wanted until all you receive is undying love and eventually become bored. All Hyunjin wanted to do was love you. You were a prize he wouldn’t let himself win.

On your end, you pushed the feelings down as much as possible. Somehow they always came back up as soon as he even so much as glanced in your direction. If someone had asked you what your dating life was like, you’d say pathetic, repetitive, maybe a little unhinged at times. It wasn’t like you were dating just for the sake of going on dates. You genuinely wanted to find something with someone whom you could love unconditionally and love you unconditionally back. You had. He was sitting in front of you, clad head to toe in back leather and latex and wore red ribbons in his hair. He loved your drinks, listened to you when you spoke– really listened, he tied your hair up when you had one too many drinks and helped you change clothes then tucked you into bed. Being with him was so domestic, it felt all too natural and scared the living shit out of you.

The raven haired man before you fiddled with the fabric between his knuckles. “I have one more set tonight. Will you watch?” he asked without looking at you, but taking a quick peek at the drink he’d internally battled about finishing.

“You know I will, angel. I’m your biggest fan. Remember?” Hyunjin shivered a bit at the nickname, he knew you really were his biggest fan. The feeling was mutual, that’s why he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to redirect the conversation, “my number one supporter and number one worst tipper.” With that he downed what would be his last drink on shift while keeping his eyes trained on your smiling lips, the liquid courage dripping down his throat all too casually. Bravery or stupidity, he didn’t know which it was that pushed him to drop the glass upside down again, this time brushing his hand over yours that rested on the counter while the other raised to tip your chin up, forcing you to look him directly in the eye. It was a quick moment, fleeting all too fast for either of you. Your eyes locked for the split second he had his fingertips on your face, shooting you a wink before whisking off backstage for an outfit change.

His touch left your skin burning even though the air conditioning was on full blast behind the bar. You watched him walk away, longing for the confirmation you needed just to know that he wasn’t playing with your mind. Letting out a breath you didn’t realize you held in, you let your head fall onto the towel that he was using and cursed Hwang Hyunjin for making you feel like this.

Hyunjin strode into the employee lounge of the club, throwing himself onto the first soft surface he could find. That happened to be the love seat, already preoccupied by another dancer named Felix. Hyunjin’s usual attire consisted of blacks and reds, versus Felix who opted for bubblegum pink, his signature color. The two of them next to each other looked almost comical as Hyunjin dangled his legs over the arm of the seat and rested his head in Felix’s lap. “You smell good,” Hyunjin mumbled at his friend, closing his eyes and allowing himself to relax.

“You’re so obvious,” Felix laughed at him, poking Hyunjin’s cheek. “You can’t go five minutes without talking to her.”

“I. Am. Dealing.” Hyunjin waved his hand to try and be nonchalant. It didn’t work.

“Dealing so, so terribly, my young and in love friend.” He knew the bubblegum boy was right. He didn’t try to hide it, the small stunt at the bar proved it. If anything, he was holding himself back. Maybe it was the alcohol talking. Maybe he was just over the game. Maybe he’s decided to get his answer tonight. “Lix?” His friend responded with a hum. “Do you have any white costumes I could borrow?”

The club wasn’t bustling with people, you didn’t expect it to be on a Thursday night. Jisung, another one of the club’s performers, was on stage at the moment. He was a feisty little thing on the pole, you had to admit. His stage outfit was electric colors, mainly blues and greens that complimented the lighting. Jisung liked to use big movements, strong ones that gave a wow factor instead of being continuously pleasing to the eye. It was engaging, tonight’s set in particular, you didn’t want to look away. By now, you were used to seeing the performer’s routines, however it seemed like everyone was trying something new tonight.

Hyunjin watched you from the staging area, fiddling mindlessly with the hem of his newly loaned outfit. He wouldn’t have noticed Felix standing behind him if he didn’t reach out to tighten the back drawstring of the top, “stop staring.”

“I’m not staring,” Hyunjin didn’t look away from you as he said this.

“You’re staring and being a creep.” His friend pulled hard on the strings, forcing Hyunjin to suck in a gasp. “If she doesn’t fall for you in this outfit, I think it’s time to give it up.”

The raven haired man didn’t want to think about the possibility of you not reciprocating his feelings, knowing fully well that you do. Still, it hurts a bit to imagine. He watched you as your eyes followed Jisung around the stage in a trance, though not glazed over like how you look at him. It was more like you were fascinated and intrigued. Hyunjin wasn’t oblivious to the conditions of your work, you were bound to find people attractive. The key word here; you. You found people attractive while he looked for you like a weed growing from the highway on its search for the sun. If Hyunjin had a dollar for every time his eyes searched for you in this damned club, he’d be rich– this coming from a stripper.

Felix pat his friend on the back, letting him get into his headspace for performing. Hyunjin was always a talented dancer, he knew that ever since he got the role in his middle school’s play that he was sick while being forced to audition for. It wasn’t his plan to become a stripper, however life is unexpected and he found himself in love with the freedom of it. He choreographed his own routines, dressed in a way that made him feel powerful, made a lot more money than he could have possibly done performing anywhere else. The club was his oyster, or whatever.

Shaking out his limbs and cracking his knuckles, Hyunjin strode out onto the stage, picking up his feet and exaggerating the movement of his hips. It’s definitely the alcohol, he thought as his eyes searched for you behind the bar. He watched your jaw go slack and eyes become increasingly wide, raking up and down his body.

You thought he was hot in all black, but in all white he looked simply delectable. He wasn’t wrong earlier when you continuously handed him his drink, you really did want to devour him. Only now there was an innocence that lingered in his steps towards the center pole, his face contrasting so darkly that you knew he was doing this on purpose. He wanted you to know this was for you. Hyunjin’s top was that of a latex corset. The bust area was flat against his chest but still curved to drip down his chest plate, the straps that were supposed to hold it up essentially useless. The hem of it was pointed, the tip of it just barely covering his belly button. When he turned around you could see the back was held together with ribbon, his red ribbon. Your mouth watered at the thought of being able to take it off and tie his hands together with it.

You forced yourself to blink away the thoughts as he made his descent along the silver pole. Has his ass always looked that good? Perhaps it was the tight cut out pants that showed his upper thighs, his knees, and mid calves, only attached by more red ribbon laced through it. It took a lot of strength to bring your eyes to his face again, only to find Hyunjin already looking at you with a shit eating grin. His feline eyes narrowed as the gaze held, only breaking when he spun around the pole and lifted himself up. You weren’t paying attention to the routine, even though the way his body rolled and twisted itself around the metal made your legs weak, your mind was elsewhere. Hyunjin didn’t pay any attention to you during his sets, but now with this outfit change and his stare not on anyone but you… he gave you his answer.

Even as he smoothly took the dollar bills from customers, placing it seductively into the bust of the top or the waistline of his pants, he never took more than a couple seconds to face you again. You couldn’t tell if you wanted to scream in his face for teasing you and taking his goddamn time confessing his feelings, or if you just wanted to tie him up and make him yours.

Hyunjin contorted his body around the pole in such a manner that you were sure he was going to break in half. Why let a stupid pole fold him when it could be done by you? The thoughts of him being a crying mess below you had you reaching for the liquor, as one usually does when their crush is playing hard to get. Except he wasn’t, he wasn’t hard to get at all. Hyunjin was right in front of you every second of every day and still, he’s so far away.

His set ended all too soon. You suddenly remembered that you were at work and tended to the patrons who were grabbing their fix between numbers. Hyunjin eyed you making yourself busy to avoid him, but he knew your schedule better than you did. When he was off, you were off. There was no stopping the tsunami of words he wanted to say to you.

Except one thing. The guy had come back, the guy from your latest crappy date. He was sitting in Hyunjin’s seat and making large gestures with his hands while you cocked your head at him. Hyunjin couldn’t hear what he was saying, but he saw your eyes roll before you went to turn away. But the man reached over the counter and grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcefully pulling you back.

He wasn’t sure what came over him, Hyunjin isn’t a violent person in the slightest. But when his fist made contact with the man’s face, he realized there was a first time for everything. 

The man let go of your hair and stumbled back, holding the side of his cheek. His attention went from you to Hyunjin, lunging forward at the man clad in white in retaliation. Before he could reach him though, the bouncer finally showed up, grabbing the drunken man in a bear hug and throwing him outside. 

You rubbed the back of your head where the man had grabbed, unable to process what just happened. The bartender who was supposed to be finishing the shift came to your aid, handing you an ice pack and saying for you to go home. However, through the chaos that jumbled your mind, you found Hyunjin standing on the opposite side of the bar, heavenly looking as always as he came in close. Even though the counter separated your bodies, it didn’t stop him from leaning over to cup your face. His mouth was moving, but none of his words registered. All you could see was the worry in his eyes as his thumbs rubbed the tops of your cheekbones. Unconsciously, you leaned into his touch, letting your head fall into his hands.

His warmth was ripped from you again all too soon, the other bartender ushered you back towards the employee lounge. They sat you down on the love seat and let you decompress. Hyunjin shooed everyone else that bustled around you away until it was just you, him, and a couple other dancers who had no idea what was happening. He knelt onto the carpet before you, running his hands along your legs, arms, or wherever else he could touch to make sure you weren’t hurt anywhere else. His hands eventually made its way up to your face again, this time able to be uninterrupted. “You just attract shitty men like flies, don’t you?” Hyunjin said softly, cradling your cheek with the hand that punched the man.

“I attracted you.” He was sure it was the adrenaline talking for you. It was definitely the comfort of a familiar person making you take his hand from your face and interlock fingers. It was absolutely because he just saved you that you were looking at him with hearts in your eyes. Hyunjin was one hundred percent positive you weren’t in love with him the way he was in love with you.

“Take me home.” It wasn’t a question, you were telling him. Hyunjin nodded, standing quickly and running to grab his and your stuff from the lockers. Throwing his jacket on and draping yours across your shoulders, you reached for his hand again. You did it so effortlessly, it was like second nature to hold onto him. You didn’t look at him as you slipped your fingers between his, but he could feel the slight tremble in them as he guided you out the backdoor. You handed him the keys to your car, letting him open the door for you and sit down. Hyunjin didn’t close the door, instead he leaned in and grabbed the seatbelt, hovering over you as he fastened you safely. For good measure, he pulled the strap until it stopped and let it click to lock in place.

As he walked around the front of your car and slipped into the driver’s seat, you asked yourself why he couldn’t understand. To reiterate, why wouldn’t he let himself understand? Why wouldn’t he let you love him and let himself love you? Why was he always keeping you at arms length when they were still wide open for you to fall into? Why was he holding back? The grip that guy had on your hair must’ve knocked some sense into you because you were starting to think maybe it wasn’t Hyunjin keeping something from blooming between the two of you.

Neither of you spoke as Hyunjin drove to your apartment. He thought over and over about how we were to explain why he punched that man for you, almost took a beating for you. Once he got into your apartment, he knew there was no going back. 

You saw your building come into view, confused. “Why are we here? I said to take me home.”

“Has this not been your apartment for the last eight months?” Hyunjin responded, confused. He glanced your way, seeing if he misread what you were saying. Clearly he did. “I meant with you.” His heart skipped a couple beats as you stared into his soul with the eyes he thought could move the moon if they pleased. You stole his right hand from the steering wheel and placed it in your lap, cupping it with your own. He’d never driven home so fast in his life. 

He parked and opened the car door for you again. This time, you led him up the stairs and down the hall hand in hand. As you trailed in front of him, he looked at how small your hands were compared to his, how they tightened their grip every time you felt him loosen ever so slightly. Hyunjin smiled to himself, he didn’t realize you were already at his front door. You moved to the side to let him unlock it with one hand, keeping the other close to your body. He pushed it open for you to enter, not letting him go as you both kicked off your shoes and made your way to his bedroom.

You knew it all too well, though never going further than innocent cuddles. Once inside, he closed the door behind him, watching as you shrugged your jacket off and sat on the edge of his bed. He did the same, but stayed close along the wall. Hyunjin had forgotten he was wearing the white stage outfit, suddenly feeling so revealing in the bedroom light. “I think you have something to say to me, Jinnie.”

The abrasiveness of the question brought out his own attitude, “shouldn’t you be thanking me first?” He found the dresser closest to the wall, leaning so his legs don’t give out under your stare.

You smiled, knowing he was half right. “Thank you.” The air could be cut with a knife because of how thick the tension was. “We’re both really bad at this,” you fake laughed, finding your fingers suddenly interesting.

“I can’t be bad at something I don’t do,” Hyunjin’s tone was a bit colder, realizing why you said you wanted to come over. For some reason your heart wimped at his words.

“So what, then? You’re gonna keep pretending you don’t have a crush on me?” His body froze on the spot, never thinking he’d hear his feelings being said out loud. It was something of a wakeup call. Hyunjin couldn’t bear to look at you anymore, you’d foiled his plans of ignoring the feelings until they went away. “You’re torturing me, y’know.”

“You’re one to talk about torture, Y/N,” he scoffed, unmoving. You tilted your head at him, confused. Hyunjin let out a breathy, mocking laugh. “You’re not so innocent either. How long have you known how I felt about you? And you still play into it like you know I’ll give it to you no matter what.”

“You think I’m playing with you? I flirt with you so obviously the entire club knows!” You stood from the bed, running a hand through your hair. “Are you blind? Or are you intentionally ignoring every move I make?”

Hyunjin gulped, knowing he was cornered. He recalled the reasons why he couldn’t accept your love– the fun of the chase, your freedom, his bursting heart being too much for you to handle. “I can’t be yours,” he finally said, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“And why not?” Anger began to boil in your blood, he was purposefully avoiding your interrogation. The room started to get hot and stuffy, but that was probably just both of you getting worked up. You stared at him in anticipation for his answer, but Hyunjin couldn’t get the words out. He didn’t know how to tell you that he didn’t believe you could change your ways, despite how much he wished you could. You were impatient, and frankly, tired of waiting for him. “Fine. That’s fine. I’ll tell you exactly how I feel.

“You’re so goddamn pessimistic. For a hopeless romantic, nothing I do is ever good enough for you! I practically throw myself at you– let everyone know I’m so head over fucking heels for you and I get fuck all back!” Hyunjin opened his mouth to defend himself, but you cut him off. “NO! You let me finish,” he sealed his lips in a fake zipping motion. “I put myself out there because of you– for you because I know you won’t do it yourself. I know how scared you are of falling in love and realizing that it might not be real. But fuck– stop making me out to be the bad guy for just trying to show you what could be if you’d just fucking let me.” Heat stung at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill any second. You sniffled, blinking excessively to hold back the dam in your lash line.

Hyunjin’s ears were ruby red, he knew on some level you were right. It didn’t mean he was wrong, though. “Are you done?” he asked, though not in an antagonizing manner. You nodded, hugging your arms across your chest. “I can’t be yours because you’ll never be mine. You want something so completely different than I do, we aren’t even in the same fucking realm anymore. I don’t want someone who will run away because I love them, who won’t get tired of me giving them my all.” Hyunjin pushed himself off of the dresser and took two steps to close the distance between you, his breath fanning across your lips. “I’m a hopeless romantic, fine. But you’re the serial lover, not me.” He threw your past words in your face like it was an insult. And honestly, it hurt coming from him.

The tears flowed freely now, you didn’t bother trying to wipe them away. You wanted him to see every part of you, never feeling the need to hide from him. Especially not now. “Well fuck me for trying then, right?” The puffiness of your eyes made it hard to blink. Grabbing your jacket off the floor, you gave him one last tear filled look before walking away.

Your exit was cut short. The jacket was ripped from your hand as soon as you reached for the door knob. Turning, Hyunjin was already standing directly behind you with tears of his own. The proximity of his face in front of yours made you stumble back into the door, his arms caging you in as they placed on either side of your head. “Why do you get to walk away again? Why don’t you get to be the bad guy? Why you so fucking irritating? Yet all I can think about doing is ripping your clothes off,” he words came out much quicker and agitated than he planned, not even catching himself saying the last sentence until he watched your eyes dart back and forth between his own and his lips.

“Is that what you want?” Your voice was low, suggestive as Hyunjin’s tongue licked his lower lip. He nodded hesitantly. Reaching to swipe a lingering tear from his cheek, he found his body overheating at the light gesture. You’d hardly touched him and he was already crumbling beneath you. Hyunjin felt his chest tighten as you rubbed your thumb into his cheek. Just as he was going to relax into your hand, your fingertips pinched his skin. He let out a small yelp and you shoved him away. “I don’t like you playing with me like this, Hwang Hyunjin. You sort your shit out before talking about wanting to me to fuck you. Maybe next time, I’ll actually do it.” Stealing your jacket off the ground before he could protest, you left.

Hyunjin didn’t know what to do. He stood in the middle of his bedroom with his hand stupidly rubbing over where you’d pinched him and dumbfounded look. Even without you directly in front of him, your words were enough to keep him flustered for the rest of the night. 

It was radio silence from you, not a single call or text from your end of the phone. This confused Hyunjin more than he already was. You closed the door in his face, but not all the way. Your offer still stood, the words replaying in his mind over and over for the next two days until you were expected to be back at the bar. He’d contemplated showing up at your doorstep and asking for your forgiveness, but remembered he had nothing to be sorry for. In his mind, he was in the right for standing his ground and telling you no. But he also remembered how he shot himself in the foot by saying he wanted to fuck you in the same sentence as him trying to prove a point.

There was something else you implied before you stormed out that kept him up at night. You fuck him? He couldn’t recall if he’d heard you right. Part of him wishes he had.

Hyunjin had just finished his first stage of the night before you were supposed to clock in. If you were still up to your old antics, he knew you’d gotten there early to watch him. His suspicions were correct, spotting you leaning against the wall near the entrance of the club, eyes trained completely on him. Your face was expressionless with your arms loose at your side, one holding onto the strap of your bag. Through the dim and color bending lights, he saw you raise one eyebrow at him, smirking in an unamused way and walking towards the back lounge. Hyunjin did his best not to seem frantic as he made his way off the stage in search of you.

He tried and failed miserably.

Hyunjin practically fell through the lounge door, knocking it harshly against the wall with a bang. It made you jump as you shoved your bag into your usual locker next to his. Looking over your shoulder and seeing it was him, body glistening with sweat in all its glory, you turned your back to him again. Ignoring his name being called by Felix and some questions from the other dancers, he strode up to the backside of your locker and shut it closed while you were still rummaging. “Hey! What the fuck?!” you shouted at him.

No words came out of his mouth as you looked up at him annoyed. Hyunjin hoped you could see the desperation and longing in his eyes. Judging by the way your face softened as you made eye contact, you did. You let out a deep breath, pushing his hand off your locker and opening it again. “Not now, Jinnie. Save it for after we’re out of here.” The nickname should’ve made him relax a bit, but the thought of you meeting with him after work had him tensed all over.

“You’ll come over later?” was all he could get out.

“Have you done what I said?” Hyunjin was all too eager to nod. “Then yeah, I’ll come over.” Grabbing your bar keys, you closed the locker again. “Hyunjin?” You called his name so beautifully, even if it was laced with a bit of anger. “Hm?”

You took a step closer to him, getting in close to whisper in his ear, “talk to me at all today without me speaking to you first, pull any stunts like you did last time, or mention to anyone what happened, I’ll make sure you’re really crying when we get home.” His stomach almost dropped out of his ass as your breath warmed the skin along his neck, raising goosebumps. He didn’t respond, you didn’t count his whimper. “Speak.”

“Yes,” it came out as more of a plea than an answer. Pulling back from him, you looked up to meet his gaze, mischievous and provocative. Tilting your head at him innocently, you brushed a strand of hair that was matted to his sweaty forehead back, running your fingertips along the side of his face with a feather light touch. Hyunjin resisted the urge to fold to his knees. It was going to be a long shift.

Dancing wasn’t the same, but not in a bad way. Hyunjin found himself dancing with a newfound purpose, no longer simply because he liked it. Now, he danced to impress. Specifically, to impress the bartender that smiled at him as if he were a meal and she was the devil of gluttony, waiting to feast. It didn’t go unnoticed by you, the way Hyunjin’s black latex-covered hips swirled dramatically slower, delicate hands wrapping all the more sensually around the pole. You let it slide, loving how you knew he was doing it for you. It was his last set, which meant you were almost off work as well. The clock at the back of the bar read 2:30 a.m., you were both going to need a bit of liquid luck if he came to the conclusion you were hoping for.

The music ended, queuing for Hyunjin to exit the stage. He did as he always does, stash his well earned cash in his locker and make his way back to you. Sitting in his seat, you poured him his drink wordlessly, another empty glass sitting next to it. He smiled when he noticed you adding his same drink into the glass. You slid the drink towards him, taking your own into your hand and raising it, “bottoms up, baby.” You winced at the alcohol, questioning how Hyunjin could possibly take these one after another. Jager had to be one of your least favorite liquors, vodka being at the top of the list. You and vodka had an unspoken rivalry, something Hyunjin always made fun of you for, but not today.

He followed suit, downing the drink and putting it right side up. Hyunjin held onto it as you poured another for both of you. You both had three servings of the drink before calling it a night. You’d filled in the next bartender in on everyone’s tabs and other information, taking your time as Hyunjin waited impatiently at the end of the bar for you. Standing in the middle of the club, still in his stage outfit that stood out incredibly more amongst patrons, made him feel exposed. You watched him squirm, covering his bare arms with his hands and looking around aimlessly. Letting out a small laugh, you thought he had been waiting long enough, patting your coworker on the shoulder and finding Hyunjin. He didn’t notice you until you grabbed one of his cold hands, pulling him along with you to the back lounge.

The lounge was empty, thankfully the hecticness of the weekend had everyone out on the floor. You didn’t stop walking until you reached the lockers, dropping his hand to grab your stuff. He did the same, you finished before him and shut your cubby. As soon as Hyunjin closed his locker and turned around, you pushed his exposed chest back abruptly and held him there pinned. A wicked smile plastered over your face, you held up your car keys, “you’re driving.”

It felt like deja vu, him driving home from work with you in the passenger seat. Only now, there was a completely different energy in the small space. You weren’t the damsel in distress he’d saved a couple of nights ago, he wasn’t in control of himself anymore, and he had no idea what the hell you were going to do to him when you got him alone. Whatever it is you had planned, he couldn’t wait to see.

Before he knew it, Hyunjin was opening the door to his apartment and letting you inside. Shoes kicked aside and bags dropped at the doorway, you pulled him into his bedroom again. He wasn’t sure what to do with himself, awaiting your instructions at the doorway of the room. He watched your back as you faced his bed, slowly stripping your jacket. Hyunjin licked his lips, suddenly noticing your outfit in the normal light. To say you were the best dressed bartender he’d ever seen was an understatement.

Black high waisted shorts hardly covered your smooth legs, a black blouse tucked into them. The rouched ends of the puffer sleeves made your arms look long and elegant. Still not facing him, you unclipped the claw that held your hair up, letting it fall free. Oh how Hyunjin wanted to smell your hair, knowing it’d be what heaven smells like. You finally turned around, running a hand through your mane and tousseling it effortlessly. Your scent wafted over him, damning the air conditioning for pushing it his way. “I know I’ve been… ignoring… you all night. But all jokes aside, we need to have a talk,” you voiced, breaking Hyunjin from his trance.

Nodding, he gulped and gestured for you to sit on the bed. You sat face to face, your legs to the side of your body as Hyunjin mirrored your position. “I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to,” you started, looking him dead in the face. “But that also means I’m not going to force you to say what I wish you would,” although he nodded, Hyunjin wasn’t quite sure what you were trying to say. You picked up on this, “I mean I’m not going to fuck you if you don’t feel the same, but I’m also not going to pressure you into saying you do. So really, it’s your choice, Jinnie. Just don’t do anything out of pity. I don’t need that.” Something he always loved about you was how straightforward you were, it was a quality he wished he possessed.

He stayed quiet, contemplating his next move. Hyunjin knew that if he let himself feel everything he’d been burying inside, he’s risking his heart. However, there was a part of him that wanted the risk, wanted to take the chance on you because he’s only ever imagined that you wouldn’t walk away from him the way you so easily do all of the other love interests you’d sped through. Maybe it was his savior complex, hoping that he could tame the wild beast inside of you that kept your habits so cold. His intentions were pure, but he was completely unsure of yours.

“You need to tell me what you’re thinking. I’m not a mind reader,” your voice softened, eyes crinkling at the corners to ease the tension.

“You scare me to death,” he blurted without thinking. Your expression didn’t change, the silence egging him to continue. “I’ve known I wanted you since the second I saw you. I’ve never wanted someone so badly in my life.” The knife in your heart placed there from the last time you were in his bedroom twisted. “But I know that when you leave me, it’ll ruin me.” He pulled the knife out, leaving you to bleed.

The consequences of your actions were catching up now, apparently it was bad karma to have one too many failed relationships. You had confessed to the one person you couldn’t live without and he was avoiding you like the plague because he was terrified of rejection. All of the feelings that he stirred inside of you couldn’t have been put into words, you had no way of easing the fear that you instilled in him. 

With your heart in your hands, beaten and bloody just for him, you said softly, “how do I show you that it’s always been you?”

Hyunjin couldn’t stop himself from crashing his lips onto yours, the weight of your words heavy enough to tip him over the brink of insanity. It caught you off guard for a second, the lips you’ve fantasized about finally being pressed against you. Noticing your hesitation, Hyunjin pulled away, looking for any signs of regret in your face. His mouth dropped in embarrassment, “I– I’m sorry. I don’t–”

“Shut up for a second. I’m trying to see something,” you pulled him by the straps of his latex harness, connecting your lips again, this time moving against him in an act of passion. It was a sensual, closed mouthed kiss at first, as seconds passed it became heated. Your tongue swiped along his lower lip, asking for entrance that was granted a second later. From his top, your hands traced against the bare skin of his shoulders, up his neck and into his long hair, tugging him impossibly closer. Hyunjin let himself fall into the kiss, bracing himself with one hand on your thigh and the other cupping your jaw. If you could pay attention to it, you’d feel his fingertips brushing up to reach the hem of your shorts, pulling you into him by the hips. Bodies pressed together in a breathless mess, lips slick with mixed saliva, you were engulfed in his scent.

Hyunjin couldn’t stop his hands from feeling every piece of your exposed skin he could get his hands on, kneading at the flesh with want. Before you could completely lose yourself in him, you broke the kiss, out of breath. “Hyun, tell me you want this,” the words came out as best as you could manage. He nodded, leaning in to catch your lips again but you held him back. “I’m serious. I’m here to stay. For good, if you’ll have me. I need to know you are too.”

“I am… I am,” Hyunjin paused, looking into your eyes that showed no indication of regret. “Please, just… love me.” You didn’t need anything else, shoving him back into the bed by his shoulders and throwing a leg over him to straddle. You didn’t need to look down to see him strain against his pants as he reached up to pull your face in for another kiss. Sitting down fully on top of him, you let him control the pace of the kiss while your hands worked the back side zipper of his stage top. You grind your hips into his just the littlest bit, earning a muffled moan into your mouth. Hyunjin tried not to hold too tightly onto your neck as he instinctively bucked up into you. His mouth ravaged yours, his tongue attempting to win dominance. The bulge in his pants desperately rutting up against you was an indication of who was really in charge. Pulling away, his lips chased as you reached to stroke the top of his hair, tucking it behind his ear. “Slowly, angel. We have all the time in the world.” Hyunjin let out a deep sigh, nodding and licking his lips.

He looked up at you from beneath as if you had carved his name into the moon, marking it as his. Your smile down at him was just as sweet as it was sinful as you continued to run your fingers through his hair. “Can I take this off?” You pulled at the undone zipper of his top. Hyunjin didn’t hesitate to sit up in order to slip his head out of it, tossing somewhere he’d have to find later. You did the same, unbuttoning and unzipping your shorts so you could whip your blouse off with ease. His lips automatically connected with the skin of your stomach, kissing third degree burns as he made his way up, teeth nibbling at the hem of your bra. Your own hands raked lightly along the sides of his upper body to sling up and over his shoulders to pull him in closer.

The heat of your bodies together was starting to become unbearable, what minimal clothes you both wore being far too suffocating. The red ribbon in his hair was still tied in a neat bow until your fingers nimbly pulled at the string, letting it fall loose to frame his beautiful face. Practically plying his mouth from your collar bone, you pushed Hyunjin onto his back again to sit up tall and unclasp your bra. His mouth hung in awe as you freed yourself, almost succeeding in sitting up to lock his lips around your nipple. You held him down by the neck, applying the slightest pressure to hold him still.

He let out a short whimper, catching himself before you could hear anymore. “Who knew angel had a thing for choking,” you teased, adding more weight to his throat and bending over to kiss his chest. Your fingertips traced down the line of his abs as you nibbled gently on his pectoral. Pressing your hips harder onto him earned you another moan, this time louder. “Y/N please,” he pleaded through the grip on his windpipe.

“Please what? Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you,” you detached your lips from his skin to kiss up the column of his neck, freeing it from your grasp.

“Touch me,” his hands locked your hips in place as he rubbed against your clothed core, hoping for any sort of friction. You let him have his fun, enjoying the neediness that forced his crotch to continuously rise in search for yours. “Look at you,” you said just above a whisper, gently biting on his ear lobe. Hyunjin’s grip on your hips were sure to leave a bruise, not that you minded. “Trying to use me to get yourself off, hm? Like the little bitch in heat you are, isn’t that right angel?” The sultriness of your degrading words only made him grip you tighter and groan, pulling your body flush against his as he continued to hump you through the latex of his pants.

“N-not enough,” he begged, burying his face between your breasts. Unwrapping his arms, you reached down to work the confines of his pants, wiggling them off of him then releasing yourself from your shorts. Both of you only in your underwear, he rutted against you again, the heat from your core urging his primal instincts to the surface. “Cum like this, like the slut you are and you can have me however you want.” You meant it in more ways than one.

The thought of him being so desperate, so in need of you lit a fire in your gut. Hyunjin should’ve been more humiliated, attempting to fuck into you through the fabric that separated the part of him he so insanely needed you to touch. You were just the same, pushing your hips back and forth over him to rub your clit in all the right ways. The strangeness of the soft, yet incredibly rock hard feeling between your legs was enough to make you light headed in pleasure. 

He was overtaken by lust, not satisfied with the pace you were going. Hyunjin grabbed the underside of your thigh and flipped you onto your back, the abrupt movement making you yelp. He let out what could only be described as a deep growl, forcing his hands underneath your knees to hold your legs up and give him full access to your clothes pussy. The dark patch in the middle of your pink panties continued to spread, fueling his desire even more. 

You let out a shaky breath, waiting for him to move. Your hips twitched up, breaking him from his trance on your cunt to dive back into your neck and wrap your legs around his torso. His hips moved at a speed much faster than yours, pushing his cock into the fabric of his boxers incredibly hard, you were sure it was borderline painful. You let your head fall back onto the bed as he sucked at your neck, containing his moans while you couldn’t help but voice yours. “You can do it, angel. Cum for me.”

Hyunjin had never been able to release on command until now, the seduction in your tone and his need to please you overtaking his senses as he spilled into his boxers. He let out a long groan, ceasing his attack on your neck as his body shivered. You raked your hands through his hair and up and down his back, calming him through his first high. The warmth from his cum made your pussy tremble against his softening cock, to which he felt as well.

He caught his breath, regaining enough strength to push onto his forearms and look into your eyes. As fucked out as he was, he was still so beautiful. “So good for me, angel,” you stroked his flustered cheek. Fingertips found his chin, then his lips and softly thumbing it. “Use me,” you whispered. 

A light switch flipped in him. His dick sprang back to life at almost complete solidity again at your permission. Sucking in a deep breath, he kissed your lips with a roughness not present before. He bit your lip harshly, getting you to moan. Leaving your mouth to bite down the center of your chest, Hyunjin slipped his hand down to cup your aching cunt, fingertips rubbing too lightly over the wet spot he was so fixated on earlier. His focus was split between nibbling on your breasts and pushing your underwear to the side, too impatient to take it off completely.

Deciding on which of your body parts to ravish, Hyunjin caught your nipple between his teeth and gave it a hard pull before flattening his tongue against it soothingly. Still, his fingers didn’t stop toying with your underwear, alternating between pulling it and sliding between your folds. You couldn’t help your back arching into his touch, entirely too caught up in the feeling of him to realize he was pulling your underwear down.

He would never tell you this, but he had a thing for panties. After seeing your pretty little pink ones soaked in your arousal, smelling like you, he couldn’t help but toss it towards his hamper in the closet, hopefully disappearing from your vision so you’d forget about it. Never in his right mind did he expect to steal a pair of yours, let alone ones that were filthy with your essence and freshly stripped from your body. That was another fantasy for later.

One last bite to your chest, Hyunjin kissed his way further down to meet your cunt at eye level. It was sopping wet, waiting to be devoured. Self restraint gone, he threw your legs over his shoulders and dove in, licking a fat stripe up your center. Another loud moan ripped from you, encouraging him to grab hold of the tops of your thighs and sit up so that you were practically folded in half. 

He didn’t stop his attack on your cunt, sucking and licking and occasionally nipping at your clit. The immense pleasure forced your eyes shut, mouth dropping into an ‘O’ shape and crying out for him, “shit, angel. Just like that– fuck,” you got particularly loud when he dipped his tongue into your entrance, rubbing his nose against the swollen bud. Hearing you out of breath and loud for him, Hyunjin felt his cock throbbing again. He couldn’t help himself anymore, he wasn’t sure when he found the time to free himself of his soiled underwear. A few more licks at your cunt and he pulled away, despite your whining.

He stood fully onto his knees then fell back onto his heels, adjusting you so your ass rested on his thighs and he could still fully see your soaking cunt. Holding onto your thigh with one hand, he used the other to line himself up with your pussy. He pushed in with almost no resistance, still, the warmth of your heat wrapping around his cock was sinfully delicious. You weren’t immune to the pleasure, the split had your eyes rolling back as he bottomed out and let you adjust to his size. It took all the effort he had left not to buck into you before you were ready, but the clench of your pussy made it incredibly difficult. “Move baby,” you called out, voice broken and forehead sheer with sweat.

Starting off with slow rocks, Hyunjin pushed down the bubbling feeling in his lower stomach, opting to move one of his large hands to thumb your clit while simultaneously pushing below your gut to distract himself. This made your brain go fuzzy with pleasure, curling your toes at the feeling of every vein of his cock. Though it didn’t take Hyunjin long to get lost in the warmth you surrounded him in, thumb stuttering to a stop and palm digging into your lower stomach even more. He felt around for himself in your gut, feeling the tip of his cock inside of you with every thrust. It made your body feel as though thousands of volts of electricity hit every one of your nerve endings whenever he hit your sweet spot. It was like he was playing with it, judging by the way he kneaded the skin on the surface. 

There was no stopping the way he hammered into you, using you to get himself off for a second time. You loved every moment of it. He was finally putting himself first, granted you gave him the power to do it. You loved making him feel as though he was in control when in reality, he was the gun and you were the bullets.

Your body went weak under him, letting him hold you up by the hips as he guided you back and forth on his cock at a bone breaking pace. The spasming of your walls were getting stronger, becoming more frequent as Hyunjin found your clit again and started drawing figure eights into it. His eyes went back and forth between your boobs bouncing and where your bodies connected, settling to see the ring of cream that formed at the base of his dick. Needing something to hold on to, you reached for his hand that was doing its best to hold your hips in the air. 

You were oh so close to your climax, Hyunjin could feel it as well. His hips began to get messy with its thrusts, resorting to short and hard ones that repeatedly hit your g-spot. That combined with the stimulation on your clit, you were on the absolute brink. “Give it to me. Let me feel you,” Hyunjin moaned out. His words were all it took for the pleasure to overfill your body, tipping you into a toe curling wave of ecstasy and releasing a cry from your gut. He felt your pussy flutter rapidly around his cock, but it was the way your back arched and your hand, so tiny compared to his, reached out to grab and intertwine with his fingers that shoved him into his second high. Your pussy milked him for all he had left, tightening the hold on your hand and dropping your hips to hunch over you, shuddering in pleasure.

Hyunjin’s head rested between the valley of your breasts, needing to compose himself. You didn’t rush him, pulling him closer by dragging your nails lightly along his scalp. He didn’t want to move, too in love with the feeling of your skin on his and the comfort of his softening cock still inside of you. But the overwhelming need to pee flushed over you, having to break his post-nut tranquility early by gently tapping the top of his head. He– reluctantly– let you go, pulling out and watching the way his cum slowly dripped down your abused cunt. You laughed at the way his eyes were solely trained on the fluid leaking out of you. In a way, it was endearing, strangely so. Still, you needed to get up. In order to not leak onto the bed, Hyunjin scooped what he could with his fingers. The response was automatic, you opened your mouth for him to let you lick his cum from his digits, swallowing. The sight almost had the blood rushing to his cock, but the lack of strength left in his body prohibited it.

You were quick to use the bathroom, wiping away anything left over and flushing the toilet. When you returned to the bedroom, Hyunjin had a large shirt laid over the mattress, presumably for you seeing as he was already beneath the sheets. Although he was on his back not facing you, he heard your footsteps and held open his arms for you to join him. 

That same feeling from before coursed through you, domesticity. His bed felt like home as you wiggled your way beside him. Long arms encompassed you, the stress of the day finally catching up. You let out a deep, content sigh, listening to the sound of Hyunjin’s heartbeat.

He couldn’t tell for sure if you’d fallen asleep yet, but he thought if he didn’t act now, he wasn’t sure when he’d have the courage to say it again. “I love you,” he said. You’d heard it, clear as day and felt him press a kiss to the top of your head. You didn’t respond, shutting your eyes and hoping to wake in the morning with a mind that wasn’t racing a million miles and hour.

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A/N: im so excited for this one!! I wrote this faster than I wrote the first two parts cus of the love F&MU got, it really motivated me to get this done before my trip. That being said I'm not sure how much time I'll have for writing while I'm gone, hopefully I can get some of part 4 done. I'm still deciding who I want to do hehehehe I have a few ideas.

As usual, feedback is always appreciated whether it be constructive, random thoughts, or just wanted to talk about the plot!!

-momo < 3

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hiii holly! i hope november's treating you kindly so far!

i wanted to ask whether you have any advice for writers that are just starting to publish. literally any modicum would be greatly appreciated.

it's really hard to assess whether one's writing is any good when literally no one ever reads it :( at the same time, I know I should write for myself first and foremost. can't help but want to be held accountable by the possibility of an audience, tho (maybe that's just my brain chemistry??) I fall into the pit of thinking "if no one's reading it, why am I even writing? I can daydream indefinitely and be satisfied. Why write?" Yet I always come back to writing; it's something magnetic.

it's not the same to ask close friends to read ur stuff bc they are ur friends, and may not give you the sincerity ur looking for so as to not discomfort u. conversely, they might not be interested enough so as to pick up on the fine details.

f/u question: how do you deal with publishing your work on the internet for free? does it ever scare you that strangers could copy and republish ur work without your knowing?

I guess that's one of my main apprehensions about posting loyally on writing platforms. I'm scared I'll write something I'm very proud of and have it plagiarized and not be able to track it back as my original property??

anyways, enough of my self-exposing on your q and a's feeling v vulnerable sharing my doubts so openly lol

thank youuuu :) ly <3

hiyaaa!! it's getting chilly, i won't lie, but other than that November has been pretty typical. likewise, i hope it's treating you well too!

honestly the fact you casually drop words like modicum probably suggests you're a paygrade above me in terms of writing hahaha

my answer is a long (srsly i just kept on going lmao) ramble, so I'll put a read more here haha

i've many lovely friends who i absolutely adore that I've met through writing that are now irls, but none of my friends that i know independently outside of writing have ever read my stuff - I've even got irl friends who are deep in the ao3 trenches, who are paying for other tannie writers' patreons, but we have an unspoken rule that my work is not to be read by them. i just don't let my friends read my work, full stop, so i get that sentiment.

the thing is, humans are naturally inclined to be storytellers - it's been that way for thousands of years. our tales are meant to be told. sharing is just a very human thing for us to do.

I've been publishing on wattpad (within the tannie space) for 4 years, now. readers didn't appear overnight - i actually recently found a screenshot of you up? from march 2021. it had 28 parts, 2.03k reads and 313 votes.

it now sits at 62 parts, 1.45million reads and 55k votes.

that's a little bit perspective for you, i guess - i'd written half of an entire novel that was averaging around 70 reads per chapter, but i loved that world, and i had story to tell, so i told it. some people viscerally hated it, some loved it. i was writing for me, and the numbers prove that. if you worry about the numbers, you'll never satisfied.

similarly, comparison is the thief of joy, or so they say.

comparing yourself to other writers is never healthy. there are far more 'successful' authors on wp in terms of reads, but i genuinely mean it when i say i think i have the most fulfilling and rewarding space on tannie wp because my readers are so unbelievably lovely. i wouldn't trade my current readership for bigger numbers, not a chance.

in terms of plagarism, there are 170,000 words in current use within the english language, and 36 plot types. we've exhausted a lot of them, already. overlap and similarities are bound to occur, so i try not get fixated on it.

take cv for example - i was so gassed up with myself when coining the terms mono and multi, only to find out after i'd finished writing the story that there was a drama with a similar concept that also used the term mono for a similar condition that aired after i'd already started writing cv. overlap happens.

similarly, we're a product of the media we consume. endeavour is my favourite word, because it was in a song i liked when i was a teenager and it stuck with me. i use it all the time, and we can trace it back to the pen of alex gaskarth lmao.

I've seen readers of mine publish work that's been heavily inspired by my work - with and without 'permission' - and i just sort of shrug my shoulders whenever i notice it.

the way i see it, we'll never tell the exact same story. likewise, no two readers will ever read identical texts the same way. i encourage creativity, and know how important it is for me to empty my brain, so I'll never go for someone's throat for doing the same. that's how myths were born, right? people telling and retelling the same stories over and over again? how am i gonna write a romeo & juliet x greek mythology inspired fic and then get annoyed for someone taking inspo from me?

just like the way hair will always grow back after a terrible cut, new words can always be written after a disappointing discovery. idk, i just don't take it very seriously, i guess.

as for whether or not your writing is any good - it's totally subjective. there are people who have explicitly, publicly stated their disdain for my writing. I've had cruel opinions about my writing projected and amplified to large followings. and it sucks.

but there are people who have been exceptionally kind about my writing, too. i get some of the loveliest messages in the world. there are tiktoks with hundreds of comments of just unadulterated loveliness directed towards my work. I'm afforded so much grace and love that it can be overwhelming at times.

not everything is for everyone, and that's okay. you can't let yourself get hung up on pleasing everyone.

the one thing i will say, is that if you're seriously concerned about your IP, write original characters, and use wattpad as your platform. i know they have a reputation, but they give a shit about copyright infringement and the second someone gets reported for plagiarism, they'll investigate it, and take down the story.

no reward without risk - you gotta decide if the risk of plagiarism is worth the reward of sharing your work.

and plus, ai is taking over anyways. may aswell write while we still can lol.

so i guess tl;dr - don't let outside influence impact your internal need to create. the right readers will find your work eventually, but it's not an overnight miracle kinda thing. if i stopped writing just because i didn't see results in my stats, then i would have stopped after kumiho, and we'd have never gotten throttle, or bd, or anything else of mine you might have read.

do it because you love it, and it fulfils you. i love the communities built around my stories, and that's why i share them. writing without sharing doesn't fulfil me in the same way.

okay i've really rambled too much so i'll leave it here, but i hope that helps a little!!! or at least has given you insight into my brain!!!!!!

luv u byeeeeeee

#ask #honestly im not sure im qualified to answer this #but i really appreciate you asking me for advice #sorry for the ramble lol #hope it helps a lil #if u publish #lemme know!!!!

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how would mike be on ur bday… its my bday and people don’t write enough fics like this

firstly, HAPPY BIRTHDAY OMGGG. i’m honored that u came to me for this like srsly i’m blushing. also this has headcannons then a little ficlet at the end <3

i fully believe that mile wheeler is a sweetheart. don’t let what you saw in s4 and 3 fool you; mike is a sweetheart. he told me himself.

: ̗̀➛ months before your bday comes around, he’s working like insanely hard

: ̗̀➛ having to postpone your dates just so he could mow a few lawns, or pick up shifts

: ̗̀➛ he makes it up to you instantly though! taking you somewhere extra special just because he couldn’t make your weekly movie nights

: ̗̀➛ and as soon as your birthday comes around, you’re understanding why he kept blowing you off a few weeks ago

: ̗̀➛ he’s talked to your friends and family to see what you wanted for your birthday, and it definitely wasn’t cheap

: ̗̀➛ which explains why some of his old belongings kept disappearing

: ̗̀➛ even if you tell him that he “didn’t have to”, he’s not having it, forcing the gift into your hands and telling you that you can pay him back with a kiss

: ̗̀➛ and of course you do, sweet and soft and meaningful as you’re thanking him in between little pecks

: ̗̀➛ if you’re the party type, he’ll throw you a big one

: ̗̀➛ if you’re more of a hangout with friends type, he’ll make sure the other know

: ̗̀➛ literally whatever you want, he’ll try his hardest to execute

: ̗̀➛ except not baking ,,, he tried it once as a practice run and it went so horribly oh my god like disastrously

: ̗̀➛ mike is almost as happy as you on your bday tbh

you’re smiling, standing with max on your left and el on your right. your arms are wrapped around their waists, and theirs are around your upper back, over both of your shoulder blades.

mikes calling your name, even though you’re already looking at him. “smile!” he tells you.

“i already am!” mike shakes his head, curls moving as he does so.

“smile bigger.” you roll your eyes, not meaning it one bit, and do as he says, pulling your mouth wider to display practically all of your teeth. your eyes close with the movement.

beside you, el and max are giggling, and their giggles make you giggle.

behind your closed eyelids, you see a flash of light and you’re able to hear the camera in mikes hands clicking. you open your eyes when he’s bringing it down, you your eyes meet his. his are soft, gazing at you with so much emotion in them.

it makes your body heat up and you cast your gaze down, hand lifting from els waist to adjust the birthday hat that you wore on your head.

he raises the camera again and you resume your pose, a non-exaggerated smile on your face this time. just before mike can bring his finger down to the shutter button, there’s footsteps behind you and, throwing a glance over your shoulder, you’re greeted with lucas, will, and dustin, all smiling proudly.

“what, this isn’t fair!” mike says. “everyone gets a picture with the birthday girl but me.”

“take the picture, lover boy, and we’ll do one for you.”

without another complaint, mike quickly snaps the photo, stands from his squatting position and throws the camera to lucas as the others clear out.

mike wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you into his side, your hand finding his chest to keep you steady.

“smile,” lucas mocks, a mischievous glint in his eyes. you do so, another little laugh making it’s way through your smile.

“mike, you’re not smiling!”

you look over to mike, fully intending to chastise him for his hypocrisy. but your words get stuck in your throat when you find that he’s already looking at you, the tiniest hint of a smile on his lips while his eyes roam your face.

“look at the camera, not me.”

“the view here is much better, though.”

the others are groaning and yelling halfhearted insults at mike, claiming that he was insulting their extremely good looks.

you’re too flustered to do anything else other than turn back to the camera, lean your head on mike, and smile as big as you can.

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