#time stamp :

[athforskz]

10:27pm

Hyunjin coming back to the dorms after a long day of practicing new choreography for the upcoming tour. He sighs as he enters his room, the other boys have yet to return. As he looks up he sees you in his art chair admiring his art mindlessly. Hyunjin perks up instantly upon seeing you. “Hi, my love,” he says excitedly as he clambers over to you, throwing his duffel bag on the floor next to his bed on his way.

“Hi..” you whisper back to him, unable to take your eyes off of his latest piece. It was of what you assumed to be your hands pinned by your wrists in an upward position by one of his own. “It’s still a work in progress. Do you like it so far?” He gently placed his arms around your shoulders from behind and laid a kiss to the sensitive spot under your ear. “Makes me want to recreate it.” Your voice was breathless, desperate even.

He nipped lightly at your neck before trailing a hand down your arm and squeezing. You turned in his hold to finally meet him face-to-face. “Oh yeah? I could use a bit more inspiration from my muse.” He teased as he came tantalizingly close to your lips, landing a chaste kiss. Once he pulled away you followed his lips, eyes still closed. He chuckled while he backed up and sat on the foot of his bed, leaning back on his elbows.

Hyunjin looked over your body slowly as if undressing you with his eyes. “Strip for me, baby.” He quipped with a quick nod of his head. You obliged him, making a show out of it. He watched in awe of you as he bit his bottom lip. Once you were finished you decided to sway your hips to a sultry song in your head. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, he pulled you closer and swiftly maneuvered you so your body was under his on the bed.

Your breathing became heavy as you felt the delicious weight of his heavy clothed cock pressing into your core. He leaned in closer to you, biting marks into your collarbone. “We gotta make this quick, babe. Only a few minutes until the others get back.” He stated in between markings, pulling moans from your throat. “Then take me. Make me your painting, please- want it so bad.” You panted heavily with lust glazed eyes. Your boyfriend growled before ridding himself of his clothes and ravishing your body. He held both of your wrists above your head with only his left hand exactly how he had drawn on the canvas. Hyunjin admired your face closely as you were reaching your high wishing he could also paint how you looked, but that was for his eyes only.

Just then, you both heard the door click…

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[saeyoungchoismaid]

{6:47 pm}

“What are you doing?”

You open your eyes to find Alhaitham hovering over you. “Oh,” you start as you reach up to grab his hand, “hey, babe.” His brow raises as he lets you grab his hand, his eyes surveying your form.

“Are you…alright?” he asks hesitantly. You smile and slowly sit up, resting your head on his thigh.

“Right as rain, dear,” you reassure. There’s a beat of silence before you hear him huff a laugh through his nose and his hand connects with the top of your head.

“Right. So, why are you on the floor?” he replies, gently scratching at your scalp and making you hum as you relax into his touch.

“Well, I was cleaning your nasty house and I got tired.” Alhaitham scoffs and stops scratching your head, making you pout.

“It’s only this way because of Kaveh. Don’t blame me for his insolence and ineptitude,” he replies, face showing his disdain for his messier roommate.

“Right, right. My apologies, milord,” you reply sarcastically. He lets out a little ‘hmph’ but doesn’t comment any further.

“Come now, get off the floor. Lay down on a proper surface if you want to relax,” he reasons, moving to help you get up.

“Laying on the floor is good for your back though!” you argue but nonetheless let him help you up.

“Yes, yes. Tell you what, if you go to our bed, I’ll give you a massage for all your hard work,” he bargains. You gasp and grip his arms, lightly shaking him with your excitement.

“Really? You will?” you screech. He smiles and brushes hair out of your face before kissing your forehead.

“Indubitably. That being said though, you’ll owe me something for the massage,” he responds with a smirk, wrapping his arms around your waist.

Instead of giving a sexy reply like he’s anticipating, you give him a deadpan as you say, “I just cleaned your whole house. I don’t wanna hear it.” You then turn and start to march right for his bedroom.

“Yes, dear. Of course, dear,” he replies sarcastically with a sigh.

“That’s more like it!” you shout with a giggle, ignoring that he was clearly being sarcastic.

Don’t worry. He got a special treat after giving you a massage ;)

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[atinycafe]

MEETING HYUNG LINE ATZ 4 THE FIRST TIME — headcanons

pairing: ateez hyung line (psh, khj, jyh, kys) x fem!reader genre: fluff wrd cnt: 4.2k warnings: different aus for each boy, violence + language + annoying man hitting on reader (hwa's part), groping and sexual harassment by creep (yuyu's part) + mention of needles and blood (yeo's part), petnames note: this weirdly took me so long that's why i didn't post my usual tiny drabbles these past days, like i think you can actually see me lose interest in writing this as you go on further and further in the post, but anyway if you like it, feel free to tell me so i can write 4 the maknae line, feel free to request anything, i'll write it 4 u bb, also completely out of context but yeosang's initials are crazy like sir?? masterlist

　　○˳　　　🎭　　　idol!hongjoong x model!reader (1.3k)

you ready yourself for what lies ahead, inhaling soft breaths to steady your nerves. you make a conscious effort not to bite on your acrylic nails, a habit that helps alleviate your stress. standing in a line filled with seasoned models, you find yourself at the forefront.

this marks your first time opening for a catwalk show, and it happens to be for balmain, one of your favorite brands. you can sense the gaze of more experienced mannequins piercing the back of your head, intensifying your desire to disappear completely.

excitement courses through you, but it is overshadowed by overwhelming anxiety. your stomach tightens beneath the long black bodycon dress. the excessively high heels dig uncomfortably into your feet, and the black fur coat feels hot and itchy against your skin. a golden necklace dips between your breasts, accentuating the deep v-cut of your dress.

gazing down at your legs, you can feel the tightness of the dress, accentuating their curves forcefully. the thought of appearing awkward while attempting to strut along the runway plagues your mind. you pout and try to recall the words of your therapist, assuring yourself that everything will be okay, despite your rising anxiety.

the staff begins the final checks on the models, informing you that the show will commence in 10 minutes. everyone nods, preparing themselves. some models ask their personal assistants to double-check their hair and makeup, while others place their healthy smoothies on the large tables at the sides.

you remain still, already prepared, though the weight of the coat on your body feels burdensome. breathing becomes a challenge, but you push through the discomfort. fake it till you make it—perhaps the placebo effect can work in your favor now; you desperately need it.

you all stand behind the grand curtains, the sound of music signaling the beginning of the show. having practiced a new, slightly more sensual catwalk routine for this occasion, you convince yourself that everything will be fine. however, the fuck ass coat… it weighs so heavily upon you.

recognizing your cue, you part the curtains on the first drop of the music. the lights dramatically illuminate your silhouette as you push your anxiety to the back of your mind, casting a seductive smirk toward the audience on either side of the runway.

you start strutting slowly, each step perfectly synchronized with the bass of the song. you know you look good, feeling your hips sway enticingly. yet, you can't help but notice the tightness in your chest and the sudden difficulty in breathing. fuck that damn coat.

quickly contemplating your options, you realize no one is behind you. if you take a dramatic pause, it won't disrupt the flow. and so, you do just that. in the middle of the runway, you come to a halt, gracefully turning on yourself as if putting on a show for the spectators. removing your coat, you reveal the backless dress beneath, flinging the fur onto someone seated in the front row. gasps of astonishment ripple through the crowd, and the camera flashes multiply, blinding you to the identity of the recipient of your 10-kilogram coat—only catching a glimpse of orange hair.

resuming your stride, you are well aware that this impulsive act will likely be splattered across social media for months. you suppress a laugh as you imagine the dramatic edits that will ensue. with the burden of the coat lifted, you finally feel free from the weight that had fueled your anxiety.

having completed the walk flawlessly, you now find yourself in your own small cubicle—a room of your own, courtesy of your friendship with olivier rousteing. seated in a chair, donning simple shorts and a t-shirt, you sip on your americano. your

face is adorned with a white face mask as you stare intently at something on your phone, hugging your knees.

the door creaks open, and you assume it's your assistant finally arriving to inform you that your uber has arrived. pushing against the dressing table, you swivel the rolling chair to face the door, only to be met with a stranger.

both of your mouths hang open in surprise, and you simply gaze at each other in disbelief. you, because you find yourself face-to-face with one of your favorite singers, hongjoong from ateez. and him, because he didn't expect you to look so adorable after witnessing the mature show you put on just thirty minutes ago.

"uhh, can i help you?" you ask, swiftly removing the mask and straightening yourself, coughing softly in awkwardness.

"uh, yeah, you… umm, dropped this earlier," he points to the weighty coat in his grasp, and your jaw drops once more.

you just threw that coat at kim fucking hongjoong. you wish you could disappear.

"oh shit, sorry, i…" you begin to stand up, almost causing the cup of americano in your lap to tumble. but you catch it in the nick of time, your reflexes acting swiftly, even as your embarrassment threatens to engulf you. "did it hurt?" you blurt out in a quick squeak.

did it hurt? did it hurt?? you must be out of your damn mind. what kind of question is that? your face flushes, and the redhead before you can only stare in shock before bursting into laughter.

"shit sorry, 'm not making fun of you, i promise precious," he manages to say in between wheezes, tears forming in his eyes. "no, it didn't. don't worry about me. i'm stronger than i look." you let out an awkward laugh, finding some amusement in the situation as well, and you wipe at your face, feeling exhausted. it's only 9 pm, but you've been at this place since dawn. hongjoong notices the tired smile on your face and straightens up.

"i didn't know who to give it to. i figured since you… uhh, wore it," he trails off, hoping you'd understand that he didn't want to waste your time.

"that's so nice of you, if i were you i would've kept it to be honest," you laugh, finally starting to feel at ease. and he smiles.

he smiles. your brain goes haywire at the sight, and you can't help but make a quick remark, "could i get your autograph?"

he looks at you as if you've just asked him the most improbable thing in the world, and you bite your lip, scolding yourself internally for getting too comfortable. "sorry, you don't have to—"

"no no no, it's alright. i just didn't think you… knew me," now it's your turn to look at him in the same way he did, and you're at a loss for words.

you try to formulate a response, attempting to convey that he's rather daft for being surprised that you recognize him. but before you can speak, your assistant finally enters the room, holding your considerably lighter coat. he eyes hongjoong up and down, and then turns to you, pointing at him discreetly.

"isn't that the guy you keep fangirling over?" your horror-stricken gaze meets your assistant's, while hongjoong hides his face behind the fur coat, muffling his laughter within the material.

your assistant fails to read the room and continues, "anyway, your uber's there. come

out whenever you're ready, but make it quick, guys." he gives both of you a knowing look, and you stare back in a mix of confusion and disbelief. he places your brown coat on the chair next to hongjoong and closes the door behind him as he exits.

"sorry about him, man. he's weird. don't mind him," you start, tossing the empty cup of americano into the trash along with the face mask you had worn. as you reach for your brown clothing, you pass by hongjoong, noticing how his eyes follow you, his smile never fading. his cologne wafts around him, but you resist the urge to inhale deeply. while putting on your coat, hongjoong finally smirks.

"i'll give you my autograph next time i see you, along with that coat. in exchange, give me your number."

○˳　　　🏍️　　　gangster!seonghwa x chaebol!reader (0.9k)

you're chilling in the vip section of one of seoul's most famous clubs. having a blast with your girlfriends, clinking glasses, and laughing uproariously. everyone around recognizes you as the daughter of a prominent politician, shamelessly having a good time with other influential figures' daughters, but they mind their own business.

you feel the judgmental gazes on you, but you try to ignore them, not wanting to let them ruin your night. your father wasn't the best person, openly feasting on the public's taxes. he was awful both in public and private. you're relieved he's a deadbeat dad, with his messed up personality, you don't have to deal with him.

you'd rather spend his ill-gotten money on clubbing and shopping, reclaiming a small piece of what he's taken from the nation. it might be foolish, but hey, you're just a young girl. what else can you do?

your thoughts are interrupted when one of your girls grabs your arm, slurring about wanting to dance. you both giggle as her words come out in slow motion. you stand up, letting her lead you onto the dance floor.

you move to the beat, her body pressed against your back, her hands caressing your bare waist as yours wave in the air. she leans in, her nose brushing against your hoop earring, and she shouts over the loud music about a guy who keeps checking you out. you turn to her, silently asking "where?" and she points behind you.

you pivot, following her gesture, and lock eyes with a man sitting in a vip section similar to yours. he's at the edge of a circular seat, accompanied by seven other guys. as his gaze meets yours, he smirks, the club's lasers reflecting off the grills in his mouth. you flash a smile, then turn away, acting unfazed. your friend catches on, throwing her head back in laughter as she teasingly grabs a handful of your ass. both of you erupt in fits of giggles, behaving like immature high school students.

the night carries on, and you grow tired of dancing. the other girls have joined you on the dance floor, so you leave them and head to the bar. you ask the bartender for a glass of water, hoping to refresh yourself a bit. suddenly, you feel a large hand on the small of your back. you smile, assuming it's the stranger from earlier, but when you turn around, your smile fades. it's some random guy, much older, and you recoil in disgust, smoothing over the spot he touched with your palm.

"ew, back off. not interested," you say dismissively, not even bothering to look at him. you shift your focus to the bartender, who gives you a sympathetic smile. he places the glass of water in front of you and goes off to clean other glasses.

the man, who still hasn't budged from behind you, snatches your drink and takes a sip. you look at him, utterly shocked, thinking, "what the fuck does he think he's doing?" he carelessly drops the cup right next to your hand on the table, causing the water to splash onto your fingers, making you flinch.

"water? nah, let me get you something good, babe. what do you want? i can get you anything," he yells at the bartender, who gives you a questioning look. you shake your head in refusal. when the guy sees that you both ignore him, he starts getting agitated.

"what the fuck is wrong with you?" he snaps at you. funny, you were thinking the same thing. "you think you're better than me or something? i know who you are, you bitch. just because your daddy's th—"

before he can finish his sentence, his head slams onto the table, and he crumples to the floor, leaving a streak of blood where his nose hit the wood. you turn to the person who just knocked him out.

"seonghwa, nice to meet you, pretty. sorry about him. he won't bother you anymore," he says calmly as he takes a seat next to you, motioning for someone to remove the unconscious body. you stare at him in astonishment before taking a sip of your water, letting the cool liquid calm you down.

he signals the bartender, who swiftly approaches, discussing a glass on the rocks. the older man nods unsteadily. taking advantage of the moment, you let your eyes wander over his face. he's attractive, but that's not what catches your attention. the dragon tattoo peeks out from his shirt, extending along the side of his neck. it's the symbol of the notorious gang and, surprisingly, the owners of the club you're in.

"you often handle paying patrons like that?" you inquire, taking another sip of your water and gazing straight ahead.

now it's his turn to feel your gaze on his profile, and you can hear his chuckle. "i only do that to the ones who scare the highest-paying patrons," he cleverly replies, alluding to your wealthy background. you roll your eyes and turn to face him, resting your elbows on the table and propping your cheek on your fists.

"'m not paying for my water, you are," you state, and he laughs, mimicking your posture by resting his cheek on his hand.

"am i now? and why would i do that, pretty?" he smirks. you can now see the details of his grills more clearly, small diamonds adorning the silver jewelry, and you smirk right back at him. a few strands of hair fall across your face as your body shakes with laughter.

"'cause you got a crush on me," you drawl out the last word, your smile widening, your cheeks starting to hurt. he moves one hand to your face, gently brushing the hair away with a feather-light touch, and chuckles softly.

"such a smart girl."

　　○˳　　　🚟　　　student!yunho x student!reader (0.8k)

you gaze down at the subway floor beneath your feet, gripping your eyes tightly. the train compartment is packed to the brim, the morning rush causing people to scramble and squeeze together. however, you're well aware that the hand grazing against your skirt is no accidental result of the cramped space.

clenching your fists, you lean your forehead against the windowpane of the door ahead, seeking solace in the cold surface. a scream wells up within you, the desire to make a scene overwhelming, but this is the first time such a thing has happened to you. frozen, you're unable to react.

your eyes sting with tears, and you attempt to hold them back, but they refuse to be contained. small droplets trickle down your cheeks, and you gently brush them away with the sleeves of your uniform.

suddenly, the subway screeches to a halt, reaching a new station before the doors slide open in front of you. you lower your gaze to the floor, your hair partially obscuring your face, and you notice only one pair of jordan 4 sneakers and a pair of pants resembling the ones worn by boys in your school. your curiosity leads you to glance up swiftly, and there stands one of the tallest boys you've ever seen. he's a stranger, someone you've never crossed paths with before, but you surmise he must be a new student at your school, given the familiar uniform.

he stares at your face, taking note of the tear tracks on your cheeks, then casts a quick glance behind you, piercing through the person who has been violating your boundaries for the past five minutes. in an instant, he connects the dots, understanding the situation, and his expression changes from shock to anger.

he steps into the train, forcefully grabbing the man behind you before hurling him out with a powerful throw. the man lands on his rear with a grunt, and before he can utter a word, the doors seal shut.

you have no time to react as more people flood in through the other subway doors, inadvertently pushing against your body. almost losing your balance, the boy behind you grabs your forearm, turning you around and gently pressing you against the door. his hands shield you from the surrounding crowd, his larger and stronger frame providing protection.

you can only gaze up at him, fear evident in your wide eyes, while he looks down at the others around him, his face reflecting displeasure as people jostle against him. eventually, he looks back at you, and his expression softens.

"sorry for touching you like that," he whispers, and you feel a tug at your heart, strangely soothed by his voice despite his recent shoving and pushing.

"like what?" you respond softly, perplexed because he has nothing to apologize for; in fact, he did the complete opposite by helping you fend off the harasser.

he simply gestures toward your forearm with his long finger, not even making contact, alluding to the moment he turned you to face him.

"oh," you glance down at your arm, "'s alright," you say awkwardly.

silence hangs between the two of you. you try not to dwell on how close he is to you, but this time, the proximity doesn't make you uncomfortable. while yunho gazes upward, deliberately avoiding meeting your eyes, he can't help but notice their beauty—the way they shine so brightly with tears—making him feel breathless, as though he could suffocate if he stares for too long, forgetting to breathe.

"by the way, thank you for, umm…" you finally manage to speak, still unable to meet his gaze as his eyes find their way back to you, "you know, yeah, thanks."

he's about to reply, insisting it was nothing, when the door behind you opens. a gasp escapes your lips as you begin to lose your balance, but his hand instinctively reaches out, pulling you closer and helping you regain stability.

he tries to create distance between you, but the stream of people surging in from behind prevents it. the next station is even more crowded than the previous, as it draws nearer to downtown. pressed tightly against his chest, your left cheek resting against his pec, you can hear his heartbeat quicken. the closeness causes his ears and neck to turn bright red.

once both of you step out of the subway, finally arriving at the station that leads to your school, you release a weary sigh simultaneously. at the sound, you look at each other and share a soft chuckle.

walking in the same direction, you have a feeling that getting this close to yunho won't be a one-time occurrence.

　　○˳　　　💉　　　doctor!yeosang x patient!reader (1.2k)

"so, how did that happen?" yeosang mumbles as he checks out the open gash on your hairline, his gloved hands carefully examining the wound. you wince in pain when he applies a bit too much pressure, and he gives you an apologetic look before returning to his seat, tossing the gloves into the tiny trash can beside him.

you're in one of the er rooms, sitting on the examination table, and you're grateful for the blood smeared on your face, hiding the blush you can't help but feel around the cute doctor. you nervously bite your lip, and he notices, reaching out with his thumb to release your poor lip from the clutches of your teeth. you don't overthink the gesture; after all, he's a doctor who doesn't want you to cause another injury to your face.

raising a perfectly arched eyebrow, he expects an answer to his previous question. you fiddle with your fingers, trying to come up with a response that won't embarrass you. eventually, you let your shoulders slump in defeat and clear your throat.

"my friend, uh, told me a joke, and it made my stomach hurt. i clutched my stomach," you explain, and he nods along, ensuring he follows the story. "but then, when i bent down too fast, i ended up smacking my head on the glass table and, umm, breaking it…"

he hides his face behind his palm, scribbling something in the paper placed in your folder. you can tell from the shaking of his shoulders that he's laughing. he mumbles something about how the joke must've been really funny.

you offer a shaky smile as he explains the next steps you'll need to take at home. he mentions that you won't require sutures since he doesn't want any obvious scarring, which is a relief because you're not exactly fond of needles. he continues talking about the medications and creams you'll need to apply to your face every night and day for the next month. you agree with a soft nod, feeling the throbbing headache intensify with each movement.

he hands you a prescription paper, and as you reach for it, you nearly stumble, experiencing the same dizziness that preceded fainting. but he catches you in his strong arms with lightning reflexes. you pull back, clutching your head instead, as the headache reaches unbearable levels.

yeosang notices your distress and swiftly guides you back onto the bed, using the gentlest movements. he takes hold of your chin between his fingers and looks into your fluttering eyes as you struggle to keep them open. worry lines crease his forehead as he reaches into his front pocket, retrieving not a pen, but a small flashlight. he shines it in your face, swiftly passing it in front of your eyes to check for dilation.

"you've lost quite a bit of blood," he says, his jaw tensing with concern as he lightly traces the back of his fingers along your cheekbones. "i can't believe i missed that…"

you wave your hand dismissively, whispering that it's okay since you only recently started feeling the effects of the blood loss.

"do you know your blood type? we need to transfuse, sweetheart," he whispers, clicking on his laptop, most likely searching for your blood type in your folder, which isn't available since this is your first visit to this hospital. you don't dwell on the endearment, too focused on recalling your blood type from memory.

"no, sorry, i don't remember," you meekly reply, feeling a tinge of embarrassment. after all, what adult doesn't know their own blood type?

"it's okay," he reassures, turning to you with a soft smile. "i'll take a sample, send it to one of the nurses, and they'll find out for us, okay?"

the question is rhetorical, and you realize it. you don't bother mentioning your fear of needles; it's not that you're scared of them, but you just don't want them penetrating your body.

with wide eyes and clammy hands, you agree with a small nod. yeosang immediately notices your tension. your knee bounces up and down rapidly, and your hands tremble slightly in your lap. he doesn't say anything as he retrieves a disinfected syringe from a small plastic container, along with two tubes.

he brings a chair in front of you and takes a seat, bringing himself down to your level. you gaze at him through your lashes, and yeosang feels his heart skip a beat. he takes a deep breath, then gently holds your hands, rubbing his thumbs softly against your skin. he can feel your rapid heartbeat under his touch and gives your hand a reassuring squeeze.

"hey," he simply says, and you look at him, waiting for more. when no further words come, you respond with a quiet "hey" of your own.

"good, the patient is responsive, not a lifeless body," he smiles crookedly, cracking a joke that brings a smile to your face.

"wow, the patient is even smiling. today must be my lucky day," your smile widens, and he releases your hands. you hadn't realized how grounding his touch had been until it disappeared.

he grabs your arm and places your hand on his lap, palm facing up. he starts tapping the crook of your elbow since you're wearing a t-shirt, trying to locate your veins. when they don't appear, he clucks his tongue and takes hold of your smaller fist in his own, manually making your hand clench while his other hand remains on your forearm, attempting to raise a vein.

you remain silent and still, focusing on his concentrated expression. his eyebrows furrow, and his eyes remain fixed except for the occasional blink. his strong nose defines his face, and you notice the spot where he bites his cheek from inside his mouth. there's a small birthmark next to his eye, shaped like a tiny heart, and you find it endearing.

"enjoying the view?" he smirks, and before you can respond to defend your honor, he grabs the syringe, effectively silencing you. he tears open the packaging, discarding the waste on the table, and approaches your arm.

you flinch when he places a hand on your forearm, and he looks up at you with a gentle smile. however, the sight of the needle next to his face does little to calm you.

"'m gonna need you to keep your eyes on me, can you do that?" he asks, and you nod once, not planning on fixating on the impending puncture. "i'll make it quick, i promise, princess. do you trust me?" once again, you nod, this time thrown off balance by the endearing nickname, which he notices through the quiver of your lips.

"if i asked for your number, would you give it to me?" he shocks you with the question, as he's one of the most beautiful humans you've ever encountered, and here you are, looking like a complete mess with half your face covered in blood and a massive hole in your forehead.

"y-yeah, i would, obviously," you stammer, and he swiftly inserts the needle, hitting the vein accurately—something for which you're internally grateful. instinctively, you glance downward, but he quickly clicks his tongue, drawing your attention back.

"what did we say, eyes on me," he shows off his perfect teeth as he finally removes the needle, carefully transferring its contents into the two small bottles which he pushes aside. "now about this phone number."

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[blakeswritingimagines]

2:34 am

Trying to get Nico to set boundaries, focus on his own well-being, and make better and healthier decisions, promising him a reward every time he does. When he actually eats breakfast and doesn't just skip out on it? he's already half hard when you make your way to the table and see him sitting there, smiling at him as you drop to your knees, making sure he cums before he's too busy for the day.

he's started keeping track of how much water he drinks, promised an orgasm for every cup he gets down, he's eager to scoop you up to bed, aiming to get enough sleep, mostly so he can wake up before you and get his reward for enough sleep; fucking you awake in the morning and leaving a sticky mess of you. And sure, he'd get to the point where he'd have to go and find you because any time he does something that's taking care of himself, he's half hard and waiting for.

#nico hischier blurb #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier #nico hischier smut #nhl smut #busy thinking thots #time stamp

[ro-written]

[9:23 am]

you shifted in your bed as the streams of light penetrated through the white curtains. the smell of linen and eucalyptus filled your head as you dug your head further into the warmth engulfing you.

a low mm could be felt from your pillow, and it brought a smile to your lips.

"good morning sweetheart" you told your, as of yesterday, husband, his arm coming around to pull you closer to him.

"morning, my love." you always loved yunho's voice early in the mornings. especially now knowing that you get to hear it every time you wake up for the rest of your life.

"how'd you sleep?" you lifted your head up from where it had dug in to his side near his chest. his cheeks were slightly puffed and red, a sight that always made you chuckle, your chest full of an emotion you could only describe as sunshine after the coldest day. you shifted your body to sit up fully, crossing your legs. you moved your hands to either side of his face and gave his nose a kiss, which in turn had him grinning brightly at you.

"it was the best sleep of my life. especially now that i can call you jeong--"

"oh, you're so cheesy" you cut him off with a roll of your eyes, the smile telling him that you were far from serious with your statement.

"only for you, baby."

#ateez yunho #yunho imagines #yunho x reader #yunho fluff #jeong yunho #ateez x reader #ateez #ateez fluff #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #jeong yunho x reader #jeong yunho fanfic #jeong yunho imagines #time stamp

[archetypal-archivist]

Level A9, Jaiden walking in on Tank-boyhalo is so funny, lmao. Bad really said he was gonna solo the hardest bits of this dungeon and then did it Like A Boss, hahaha. And yes, Bad is somewhere in that crowd of mobs, $$ if you can spot him.

#qsmp #bbh #badboyhalo #time stamp

[wip]

Hi. Please consider adding "since [date]" "following for [relative time]" next to the blogs in the following list so we can see how long we've been following a blog. Also the ability to toggle it on/off. Especially since people change their blog names, it would be nice to be able to somewhat connect the dots.

Answer: Hi, @greighish!

Now this is a great idea! And something we certainly hope to do someday when we have the time, space, and people power to prioritize work on the Following feed.

Leave this one with us. We hope to be back with updates here or at @changes, and hopefully before too long.

#feature #following #time stamp #blogs #backend #your suggestions

[neocitydealer]

◟ [ 6:17am ] MARK. !

𓂃 🛒 DELIVERY: mark, an exhausted new dad needs a pick me up.

▸ minors do not interact.

mark stumbles around the bedroom tiredly, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it on a chair nearby.

this was by far one of the worst nights his baby girl has had since she’s been born. she cried several times throughout the night and to top it all off, she threw up all over her father’s clothes.

mark sheds his pajama pants and decided to just sleep in briefs and call it a night. he had to be to work in the morning so he didn’t have much time to waste.

you on the other hand, just finished showering from your morning jog and felt a bit guilty. last night was mark’s night with the baby and of course she decided to be on her worst behavior for him. you knew she couldn’t help it though.

mark crawls back underneath the blankets, sitting upright with his head laying against the headboard and an arm right behind his head. although he was a train wreck right now you thought he looked fucking sexy.

you scoot closer, laying a hand on his chest and leaning in. “baby you okay?”

“i’m fine”, he yawns. “why wassup?”.

“you look like you can use something”. mark hums. his clueless nature kicking in. “something? like what?”.

you start littering mark’s neck with kisses, throwing your leg over his hip to climb onto his lap. he wearily responded to your advances with heavy sighs filling the space in between you.

you subtly rub against the nudge in his briefs while licking and sucking his neck and lips. you felt him tremor each time you touched it, letting you know that it was getting hard. it never took too long for mark to start aching for you; you knew how to make his blood rush quick.

by the time you made eye contact with him again he still had sleepy eyes but he wanted it. and you could tell he’s been wanting it for a while now. he nervously darts his attention to the baby monitor straight ahead. “what if she wakes up?”.

you slid your panties down your thighs and from around your ankles. “don’t worry. we’ll be quick”. mark licks his lips while watching you pull his cock out of his briefs. he began to tense up when you were fully seated on it, wet and tight, just how he liked it.

you proceeded to move both of his hands to the headboard above his head. “keep them right there”.

you use every skill you’ve learned in order to roll your hips on him like this. the muscles of your stomach spun as you sunk down his cock with need. it took every fiber within mark’s soul to not to be loud like he wanted, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from you.

“fuck”.

his groans came under his deep breaths, skin growing hot as he lost himself in the rhythm of your hips. “you like that?”. he licks his supple lips, unable to speak even if he wanted to. his restrained hands had a hankering to stroke your thighs, rub your ass, maybe even massage your chest but he had to remember to contain himself.

dazed in each other’s eyes, you had no idea you were going to get into it as much as you did. planting your hands atop of mark’s, you rocked your hips much faster, headboard clanking against the wall at your speed. mark’s cock continued to throb inside you, making your exceedingly wet folds clench much harder around him.

now breathing the same gaspy breaths mark’s mouth had been drawn open for a while. he was captivated by the way you made love to him, the way you knew what he needed before he even did. he was enthralled by the harsh fucking, the plethora of curse words that left your lips, the way you’d tilt your head back letting the sun rays of early dawn scatter across your beautiful skin.

you stared yourself into a trance just looking at him, in bliss beneath you. his duplicity. your daughter would always know him for the sweet affectionate father that he was to her. but to you, he was your good boy.

the both of your fingers laced together atop of the headboard. you smirk.

“you’re such a good boy for me, mark”.

#nct dream smut #nct 127 smut #mark lee #mark lee smut #nct #nct smut #nctzen #kpop #nct dream #nct 127 #time stamp

[flurrys-creativity]

06.37pm

Pairing: Choi San (Ateez) x GN!Reader; Genre: Established Relationship AU, Fluff, slightly suggestive towards the end; Rating: sfw, PG-15; Warnings: one suggestive sentence at the end; Wordcount: 408

Summary: San encourages you in your new outfit you chose to wear for the party.

A/N: It’s based on this tiktok...

San sat on the bed, mobile phone in one hand as he leisurely scrolled through the feed. He leaned back on his other hand and his legs spread over the sheet. Every now and then he glanced up towards the open bathroom door, waiting for you to come out. San was dressed up despite having chosen a simple white button up with a dark grey vest and black dress pants. He had rolled his sleeves up, showcasing his muscular arms.

You peaked out of the bathroom, nervously playing with your outfit. You still hid half behind the door when you cleared your throat and got his attention.

“Why are you so far away?” San asked with an amused expression, waving his hand with the mobile phone telling you to move closer. “Come here.”

You shook your head, biting on your lower lip and avoiding eye contact. You could feel the heat creeping up your neck and to your cheeks. Maybe this outfit wasn’t the best idea when it made you this nervous.

“No, no, no”, San spoke up, placing his phone on the bed and leaning forward, resting his lower arms on his thighs. He cocked his head to one side, eyeing you carefully. “C’mere.”

“I don’t think…”

“No”, San interrupted you, “come here. Hurry up. I wanna see you.” He tapped his knee with his right hand, underlining his statement. 

You brushed over your clothes with your fingertips again, gaze switching between your outfit and your waiting boyfriend. You saw him wave his hand once more, mouthing for you to hurry, hurry, hurry. Something inside your stomach fluttered and you chuckled nervously as you stepped out from behind the door, smoothing over the fabric again.

“C’mere”, San told you gently, holding one hand out for you to take. Once you accepted his hand, he pulled you into his lap, hugging you tightly. “You look incredible”, he whispered and kissed your cheek. A wide grin spread over his lips, showing the dimples in his cheeks. “You’re going to be the most beautiful person at the party!”

“I’ll look like the moon next to the sun when I’m with you”, you teased him and pecked his lips, still fumbling with your outfit.

“No, no, no! Tonight you will be the brightest star.” San leaned down and brushed his nose over yours, his fingers rhythmically tapping over your side and down to your thigh. “If we get there, that is.”

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Taglist: @xavi-in-kpopland​ @songsoomin​

#pirateeznet #kwritersworldnet #kdiarynet #wkcnet #kvanity #thekpopuniverse #choi san #ateez #ateez san #time stamp #06.37pm #fluff #kpop #idol

[cricket-approved]

spring break photos (the ones I wanted to post somewhere but didn't on Instagram)

#*cricket noises* #photography #time stamp #original photography #criminal minds #watching it while eating breakfast hehe #gilear faeth #fantasy high #dimension 20 #march

[katsukisday]

[5:04pm] 

Maybe Gojo wasn’t the best boyfriend. 

Maybe he was arrogant. Maybe he didn’t know the first thing about intimate communication. Maybe he had loads of things but never enough time. Maybe he was insecure. Maybe, maybe, maybe. 

But for all you knew he was enough. More than enough- at that. For all you knew Satoru did all he could to please you. 

You knew that full well. 

Because there you sat in bed after what seemed to be the longest week of your life, knowing that it’d take longer than forever to get used to the new changes that have recently occurred. Yet you could only think of him to calm down the storm that is your thoughts right now. 

Fuck. 

He walks in slowly, hands gripping the door frame, careful as if he heard noise from an empty room. 

“Satoru...” you pushed the smile up the muscles of your face, trying to make it seem as genuine as you could. You felt fragile, vulnerable, even, ready to break at the least pressure. This was the last state you’d want him to see you in. “You’re early, baby, what’s wrong?” 

“Babe,” he huddles on top of the bed, taking your face in his long, gentle fingers. “Shoko told me. Do you wanna talk about it?” 

Oh God. Did he have to look so concerned? 

Your stomach twists in guilt. Now you’ve got him worried, too. What a day. 

“I’m good, really,” you lie, resting into the warmth of his palms. It’s not that you didn’t trust the male, you just wanted to keep your mind off it right now because you knew that you might break down if you had to bring it up. “I just needed the day to rest.” 

He looks empathetic, analyzing your words. He won’t miss the lie and you know it, he is the ‘strongest’ after all, he does not miss a thing. 

“C’mere,” he mutters, pulling your face into his chest. “I’m here for whenever you’re ready to talk.” 

Yet another astonishing thing about the miraculous Satoru Gojo; he just knows. 

“Thank you, sat’,” you smile, letting your worries come undone as you melt into the embrace. As of right now it’s just him, the only thing that existed right now was him and his overly warm hugs. 

Maybe Gojo is the best boyfriend. 

But it didn’t matter because as long as he were around no one else existed anyway. 

likes and reblogs are appreciated!

for my baby @nkogneatho <33 I hope you're doing better!

#gojo #satoru #gojo satoru #time stamp #jjk #gojo x reader #satoru x reader #gojo fluff #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #sfw #jjk sfw #for pasi #˚.༄ ೃ .script

[klimtjardin]

[07:05pm + Chenle + Slice of Life]

Curvado sobre a cadeira, em frente ao espelho da sala de estar, Chenle rola pelo feed de alguma rede social. Mesmo com os olhos pregados no movimento da tela, não deixa de resmungar quando você, acidentalmente, puxa seus cabelos ao enluvar uma mecha entre os dedos:

— Ai! Não é pra me deixar careca! — berra.

— Nem precisa de muito esforço, né? — você rebate. — Olha, vou passar mais na sua raiz porque tô vendo que você tá perdendo cabelo.

— É genético — justifica. — Aliás, você quem inventou isso!

— Seu cabelo tá pedindo socorro!

Volta a concentrar-se em espalhar óleo de coco por todo o cabelo de Chenle até achar suficiente, sob a vigia de Daegal, ao seu pé.

— Juro que não tô maltratando seu pai, ele vai me agradecer depois.

Espalha uma quantidade generosa na parte da frente, a que julga mais danificada. Chenle agora abstrai, resignando-se, e começa a cantarolar. Você revira os olhos “tsc, tsc, esses cantores”, mas finaliza rapidamente. Traz uma touca plástica para provocar calor, o que incita risadas do amigo. Ele tira uma foto na frente do espelho e envia no grupo com os demais membros. Lógico que Haechan é o primeiro a reclamar sobre você nunca ter se oferecido para fazer o mesmo com ele.

— Quanto tempo tenho que ficar com esse troço na cabeça? — pergunta, puxando o elástico da touca para melhor ajeitar na cabeça.

— 15 minutos. Depois você pode tomar banho e tirar.

— Banho?!

#juro eu tava olhando aquele vídeo do dream de natal #a raiz do chenle já ta crescendo um dedo de distancia do couro cabeludo #a calvicie vem #time stamp #nct scenarios #nct dream scenarios #chenle scenarios #aliás o chenle disse que lava o cabelo só com água né #o que explica estar sempre uma palha ele nem condiciona

[yw4]

src

#nostalgiacore #pokemon #treecko #torchic #mudkip #time stamps #time stamp #places #uploads #fave #100 #200

[blakeswritingimagines]

1:42 am

Thinking about easily excitable Aemond gets during sex and how he gets carried away by how good he feels and all the pretty noises you make, that he overstimulates you to the point of tears, scaring him into stopping and almost pulling out at first until he hears you sob the loudest you had all night, hiccuping as you beg him not to stop, all slurred and barely coherent as you're practically pleading, a fresh batch of tears out of frustration until it finally clicks in his head and he's fucking into you again, cooing praises in your ear and chirping as he promises to take such good care of you, watching your eyes roll back as you sob, ruining your voice for the next couple of days before he's done with you. "You don't want me to stop? you can't get enough of my cock, can you? you got me so scared for a second there, baby. I thought i was hurting you.... but you like the hurt."

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond smut #aemond x reader #time stamp

[gentleward]

#not my photo #hospital aesthetic #hospitalcore #medcore #medical aesthetic #medicalcore #liminal #hospital #childrens ward #liminalcore #time stamp