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eomayas · 29 days

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silent night • wjh

pairing: non-idol!husband!jun x wife!reader, established relationship, parents

genre: smut, 18+ MINORS DNI!!!! fluff

synopsis: jun wants you, but he needs you to be quiet

warnings: p in v, oral (f receiving), fingering, mild breeding kink, slight choking, jun sorta mean!

a/n: unedited (ofc) also been so obsessed with jun lately i had this thought lsdt night and had to finish. hope u enjoy!! if the smut is bad sorry i haven’t written smut in a long time

jun leans against the wall that connects the living room and kitchen, and watches you dance with your daughter, a small smile on his face. she’s been hyper all day, not even taking a nap like she normally does, so you’ve been trying to tire her out for the last ten minutes. it doesn’t seem to be working all that well, since she’s still bouncing around the living room to the mariah carey song you have playing on the TV.

“cmon, baby, shake it off,” you say to your daughter, bouncing on the balls of your feet and shaking out your hands, urging your daughter to parrot your actions. she pants out a giggle and copies you, and you take her mild tiredness as a small victory. you’re starting to get tired yourself, but you’re not going to give up until she starts—it’s probably not wise to have this silent bet with a four year old, but something has to give.

your daughter copies whatever you do, giggling and calling you silly when bounce up and down and kick your legs out. “okay, now spin, spin, spin!” you say, twirling around on your toes. you catch jun staring at you, a sweet smile on his face and your heart swells. you didn’t notice the kitchen sink turn off and the clanging of dishes stop completely.

shooting him a smile, you keep spinning until you get dizzy, catching your balance against the sofa. “woah,” you huff, a light chuckle escaping your lips. you notice your daughter starting to wobble and swoop in to catch her before she falls. “whoops! slow down, baby girl!” you laugh, stilling her small body. she looks up at you and laughs, her cheeks red.

“that was fun, mommy!” you push her hair out of her face and start gently fanning her.

“yeah, it was, baby. but mommy is tired now,” she pokes her bottom lip out at you and you feign a dramatic sigh. “i know, i know. but we have to rest so we can do it again tomorrow!” you try, glancing up at jun.

“mommy needs her energy to keep dancing, princess,” your husband chimes in. your daughter looks back at him, looks at you, and nods.

“okay, mommy. you promise we’ll do it again?” she asks as you lift her up into your arms, tucking her onto your hip.

nodding, you promise and kiss her on the forehead before passing her to jun. your daughter lets out a small yawn and you and jun exchange a look of relief, both extremely worn out from chasing after her all day. she woke up with more energy than the two of you have probably had in your entire lives, bursting through your bedroom and jumping into bed, hardly giving either of you enough time to recuperate.

“ready for bed, sweetie?” jun asks her, carrying her up the stairs to her bedroom. you turn off the tv and the rest of the lights before following after them. he’s tucking her into bed when you get upstairs, grateful for the fact that she was already changed into her pajamas. “goodnight, princess. we love you.” jun kisses her on the forehead and you do the same thing.

she yawns again, muttering out an “i love you” back to the two of you. jun shuts off the lights and closes the door, letting out a sigh of relief once it’s latched.

“my god,” he whispers, making the two of you giggle as you step into your bedroom. he shuts the door softly and you yawn, stretching your arms above your head. jun wraps an arm around you, pulling your back into his front.

“let’s go to bed,” you say, bringing a hand up and gently rubbing his cheek when he rests his chin on your shoulder. he kisses your neck once, twice, and by the third time you understand what he’s getting at. “jun, i’m tired.” you all but whine. but his hands rubbing across your bare legs exposed by your shorts is making you shift in his grip.

“you don’t have to do anything,” he mumbles, lightly nipping at your neck. you sigh through your nose and tilt your head to the side. “let me do all the work.” he adds, skating one of his hands across the waistband of your shorts. you pull your bottom lip in, squirming when he presses his crotch against your ass.

“fine,” you breathe, looking at him over your shoulder. he straightens up and places his mouth on yours, giving you a hot kiss before guiding your towards the bed and pushing you down onto the mattress.

“try to keep quiet, yeah?” he says as he pulls down your shorts and underwear, leaving you in a big tshirt. you rest on your forearms and spread your legs for him when he sinks down onto his knees. he kisses your inner thighs teasingly and you suck your teeth in annoyance, rolling your eyes at his games.

“hurry up,” you say impatiently, making him glare at you. “please.” you add, giving him a sweet smile so he finally eats you the way you like and want.

“such a good girl,” he says mockingly before putting his head in between your legs and licking up your slit and in between your folds. you let out a small gasp and open your legs wider for him, mouth falling open. he licks and sucks on anything his mouth is able to get a hold of. juns fingers grip onto your thighs tightly, though he drags one hand down to rub at your clit while he tongues your hole.

falling onto your back, you slap a hand over your mouth so quiet your moans. your eyes screw shut and your toes curl at his ministrations. he eats you like you didn’t just cook him dinner less than an hour ago, like he hasn’t had anything to eat all day and you were his one and only option. it has you seeing spots and your brain being devoid of any coherent thoughts.

a tight knot forms in the pit of your stomach and you arch your back off the bed, your head thrown back in pleasure. you let out a loud cry from behind your hand and jun cuts his eyes at you but doesn’t stop what he’s doing. “j-jun,” you pant, dropping your hand from your mouth.

“i know, be quiet,” he mumbles from between your legs, the vibrations of his voice making you clench around nothing.

“i-im tr-trying,” you whimper. jun pulls his mouth away from your core and you whimper when his face is mere inches from yours.

“baby,” he says condescendingly, one hand bracing himself on the bed and the other resting on the side of your face. “you need to be quiet.” he smooshes your cheeks together, holding your chin in his palm. “i’ll let you cum if you can be good and quiet for me, okay?” the sarcastic smile he punctuates the end of his sentence with makes you press your knees together underneath him. “you understand me?”

“i un- ah ah,” he tsks, cutting you off and raising his eyebrows. “can’t follow directions, can we?” he asks with a sigh, letting go of you face and and dropping his hand down to cup your warm heat. you suck in an anticipatory breath, wanting him to touch you again.

jun outside of the bedroom versus jun in the bedroom were two completely different men. your loving husband who would do anything for you and your daughter is unrecognizable compared to the man hovering above you and holding your orgasm over your head.

you press your lips together, holding back any more comments so he can get back to eating you out and bringing you over the edge. jun smirks down at you and runs his middle finger through your slick core, brushing it over you clit teasingly. he watched your facial expressions intensely, revels in the way you bite your lip and furrow your eyebrows in an attempt to keep yourself quiet. jun toys with you, dipping a finger into your hole and slowly pushing in and out. it’s not enough for you in the slightest, but he wants to see how good you can be for him.

jun adds as second finger and and you lick your lips, looking down to watch his fingers move in and out of you. you let out silent breaths, face screwed up in concentration to keep yourself silent. he presses his thumb against your clit and you let out a quiet whimper from the back of your throat, your eyes immediately flying up to look at your husband. instead of reprimanding you, jun presses a kiss to your mouth and speeds up him fingering you.

his mouth on yours quiets your breathy moans that you can’t help. his thumb rubbing against your clit as his scissors his fingers inside of you is enough to bring you close to the edge again. you clench around his fingers and in and instant he pulls his mouth off of yours and places it back in between your legs.

you thrash above him on the bed, thighs trying to close in around his head. jun uses his broad shoulders to keep your legs open and wide for him, giving him enough space to keep on eating you out. your hips buck up into his face, his nose bumping against your clit and you grab a pillow and throw it over your face, letting out the screams that you’ve been holding back.

arousal coats juns face, and he tries to lick all of it up, practically eating you out through your orgasm. your legs shake and fall limp against his shoulders. jun comes out from between your legs and pull the pillow off of your face. “look at me, baby,” he says softly, pushing up your shirt and gently stroking your stomach. your eyes flutter open and he gives you a small smile. “there she is.”

“i love you,” you say, your voice weak and tired. jun smiles that boxy smile that you love, and the sweet look on his face is so distant from the man from less than 10 minutes ago.

“and i love you,” he says, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. “now turn around.” he says, gripping your hips and starting to flip you over. you whine noncommittally and bring yourself up onto your knees. jun places a pillow underneath you anyway, and pulls off his pants and shirt, leaving him bare.

you feel the bed dip behind you and jun places his hands on your ass, softly rubbing circles before gripping onto your hips. he’d slap your ass if not for the echo that would occur and probably wake up your daughter across the hall.

“you ready, baby?” he asks, his dick hard and heavy against your ass. you nod and he smiles, lining himself up and pushing the head in. he clenches his teeth as you clench around him, trying to suck him in deeper. he pushes in deeper, stilling his hips when you let out a squeak. “what is it?” he asks, leaning over your back to press a soft kiss to your neck.

“n-nothing, keep going,” you reach back and grip onto his leg, trying to push him into you. jun lets out a small chuckle and pushes in a few more inches, not quite bottoming out. he starts fucking into you slowly, trying to minimize any sounds of skin on skin, but it’s not enough for either of you. you quietly urge for him to go faster, to give you more, and he speeds up a little bit but still not where you want him at. “jun, cmon.” you whine, pushing your hips back into him.

“i don’t want her to wake up,” he grunts, grabbing onto your bun and yanking your head back. you huff and let him fuck into you slowly, rolling your eyes at his slow hips.

“jun, i wanna see you,” you say, crawling away from him and flipping onto you back, sitting up slightly to take off your shirt. he pushes his hair off of his forhead and grabs your left leg, placing it on his shoulder.

your husband pushes into you once again, bottoming out quickly and making you let out of a breath of bliss. “yeah, right there,” you say softly, sucking in a gasp and closing your eyes tightly when he speeds up his thrusts. “j-jun!” you mewl, fists balling up the sheets. jun places a heavy hand on your throat, lightly squeezing to shut you up.

“quiet,” he says through gritted teeth, hips slamming against your own. he can get both of you to your highs quickly if he disregards the noise, but he’s too worried about waking up your child.

you place a hand between the two of you and start rubbing on your clit, using some of your arousal as lubricant. “fuck,” he grunts, snapping his hips into you and nearly knocking the breath from your lungs. he pounds into you harshly, his pelvic bone bumping into your clit and making you withdraw your hand. “need you to come again, y/n.” he leans down and kisses on your neck, the hand that was previously on your neck now gripping onto your hip.

jun yanks you down to meet his thrusts, his rhythm becoming sloppier by the second as he feels close to his white hot release. “b-baby,” you cry out, putting a hand over your mouth once again. you lift your hips to meet his, whining to punctuate each of his thrusts.

“f-fuck, y/n, i-im not g-gonna l-last,” he moans out, a whimper leaving his lips and hitting you right in the core. you clench around him and he lets out a shudder of a breath, the rhythm completely lost from his strokes.

“g-give it to me,” you pant, tangling a hand in his hair.

“i’m g-gonna fill you up,” he chokes out, teeth clenched.

“gonna give me another baby?” your voice in his ear makes him spit out a choked moan of your name as he releases into you. his hips don’t still, trying to fuck as much cum into you to make your words true.

you rub at your clit again, bucking your hips up to chase the release that feels so close. despite him reaching his release, he still manages to give you a few more powerful thrusts and thus another orgasm, though this one not as powerful as the first.

jun collapses onto the bed next to you, a heavy arm draped across your midsection. your stroke his forearm and smile to yourself, feeling full of him and love, and exceptionally spent. “jun,” you start, but he sits up and waves you off.

“a towel, i know, i know,” he says, stretching his arms and going into the en-suite bathroom to grab a rag. he comes back and cleans you up, kissing you on the lips afterwards. you’re practically half asleep when he taps you to give you pajamas.

“thanks, love,” you mumble, redressing yourself. he kisses you again and crawls into bed, pulling you into his chest once you’re dressed. you fall asleep easily, partly because you’re completely worn out and partly because you’re tucked safely and softly into his arms.

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delcakoo · 2 years

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enhas reaction to being jealous ⋆.ೃ࿔*

request: hi!! since you did the “enha reaction when you’re jealous” could you do “enhypen when they’re jealous? 🫶🏻🫶🏻

✘ PAIRING ! enhypen x gn! reader

✘ GENRE ! fluff comedy and jealousy ofc !

✘ WC ! 4.2k.. why do these get longer everytime help

✘ WARNINGS ! alcohol and being drunk in jay’s

a/n: thank you for the request anon! i enjoyed writing this even though i struggled to come up with more jealous scenarios for everyone all over again 🧍

make sure to read the prequel here :)

// LEE HEESEUNG !

something you’ve noticed throughout your relationship is that heeseung gets jealous very easily

i mean did you see what he said about the perilla leaf debate on fancall

he’s just naturally jealous, even if he doesn’t show it outwardly very often

but to his misfortune, you do find this funny and tend to rile him up on purpose a lot

it was a pretty regular day in enha’s dorm

the members are well

scattered around the place doing who knows what

while you, jungwon and heeseung are watching a movie

zootopia to be specific (aka the best disney movie, argue with the wall)

when you begin to feel a bit cold, only wearing pyjama shorts and a t-shirt

you’re guessing jay turned the ac on full blast again because apparently he needed to be in an igloo just to fall asleep

you wrap your arms around your legs, rubbing them to get rid of the slowly arising goosebumps

jungwon, who’s sat next to you notices your fidgeting, “are you cold?”

you look over at him, shrugging shyly, “it’s okay, just a bit.”

but being the good friend he is, he pulls off his green hoodie and offers it to you

meanwhile your boyfriend on your other side of the couch, who was once focused on watching nick and judy being chased down by the infected jaguar, whips his head to the both of you

“oh, thanks won.” you take the hoodie gratefully, pulling it on and sighing in warmth

jungwon grins, nodding cutely before turning back towards the tv

suddenly, you feel a strong grip onto your waist before you’re being lifted into the air and right onto heeseungs lap

you look at him in confusion, raising an eyebrow

heeseung was not one for much pda, so the sudden bold move was more than surprising

however it didn’t take you too long to figure out what exactly was going on by his ridiculously obvious frown

“yah, you’re seriously jealous ‘cause of a dumb hoodie? i was just cold.” you whisper, kissing his nose to cheer him up

he rubs your legs to help you warm up, “you should’ve told me though, i could’ve got you one of mine,” he whispers back grumpily, “his doesn’t even look as good on you.”

he was definitely lying, you looked adorable in the overflowing fabric jungwon’s or not

but he would never admit that

you raise an eyebrow, chuckling, “okay you big jealous baby.”

he pinches your thigh in retaliation, making you jump, “shut up, you’re interrupting nicks sad backstory.”

you shake your head, turning back to the tv

sigh

this is the oldest member of enhypen everyone

// PARK JAY !

jay is sometimes the jealous type

but when it comes to you? it goes to a whole new level

he’s a lot more straight forward about it too

if he doesn’t like something, he’ll make sure everyone knows :)

this also makes him very hard to tease because he just. doesn’t care

you and jay are at a party

more specifically, jake’s birthday party

it was getting later into the night, almost everyone was on the dance floor drunk out of their minds

jay was not one to drink much alcohol, but even if he wanted to, he was more preoccupied on making sure you didn’t throw up on anyone

yeah, you were having a pretty great time

you were currently dancing with sunghoon, who was so drunk that he nearly fell on you over three times now

everytime, jay just facepalmed in the distance, taking another sip of his pepsi from the bar

he wanted to let you have your fun, sure

as long as the idiot next to you knew his boundaries

you didn’t seem to mind everytime sunghoon wobbled around you, clueless and in your own drunk world

but suddenly, the song ends and switches to a much slower one

without thinking, sunghoon grabs your waist, pulling you towards him for the slower dance

jay frowns, watching as you drunkenly run a hand up his friends bicep, dancing along with him

when sunghoon’s hand starts to move lower, jay nearly catapults up from his seat, walking over in big strides

he rips sunghoon’s hands off you, “watch yourself, hoon. i don’t care how many shots you’ve had, back off.” he says grumpily, grabbing your wrist and pulling you away

while that probably sounded harsh to anyone else, neither you or sunghoon were phased at all

the boy just stands there and shrugs before walking off to find a new dance partner

meanwhile you clumsily follow your boyfriend through the ocean of party-goers, your shoes half falling off

“jaaayyyyyyyy~” you slur, practically running to keep up with his quick pace

he sighs at your clearly intoxicated voice, “y/n, you’re way too drunk. we’re going home.”

“but i was having fun with hoonie!”

jay scoffs, “yeah, too much fun.”

you pinch his cheek at that, smiling, “why? are you jeaaloouus?” you giggle teasingly.

he takes a glance at you, “yeah.” he deadpans

you pout at that, “you’re so lame.”

listen

you can’t expect much of a reaction out of this man okay

he’s not afraid to admit anything 😒

// SIM JAKE !

HOW COULD YOU MAKE THIS POOR BOY JEALOUS HE NEVER DID ANYTHING TO YOU

just kidding this mf makes you jealous all the time and thinks he’s so funny >:[

have you seen what he writes on engene’s albums?

yeah it’s revenge time

(this is pretty much part 2 from the enha when you’re jealous)

you and heeseung have agreed to a plan to make your boyfriend jealous as payback for flirting with engenes every damn day

so here you and jake are sat on the couch at enhas dorms

behind you, heeseung, sunghoon, and jungwon are sat at the dinner table playing cards

your boyfriend is busy scrolling through social media, but he still massages your leg using his other hand to make sure you don’t forget his presence

he was being cute right now yes, but sadly this was the perfect time for your plan

you text heeseung quickly, letting him know it’s go time

his phone buzzes from across the room, and you smile to yourself excitedly

heeseung smirks as he reads your text, quickly calling out to you

“y/n, can you come here? i need some advice.” he says, holding up his deck of cards and pretending to be confused

“oh, sure!”

jake frowns slightly, it was a bit strange for heeseung to ask for help with games, especially for a simple one like cards

either way, he removed his hand from your leg, allowing you to jump up from the sofa and walk over to the boys

sunghoon and jungwon watch you make your way to the table, equally as suspicious as jake

maybe you should’ve told them about your plan too, woops

luckily, everything was going perfect as jake gets up from the couch too, curiously following you

however, his brows furrow in shock when he watches heeseung open up his arms, allowing you to sit on his lap

which you do, without hesitation, or even glancing at jake to see if he’d care

sunghoon’s eyes widen as well, watching as the both of you sit together on the small chair

however, jungwon seems to have figured out what was happening with ease, chuckling quietly under his breath

he whispers something to sunghoon, who’s confused expression quickly turns into an amused one, winking at you sneakily

you smirk back before directing your eyes back to heeseungs deck of cards

he has his arms wrapped around you, and you can feel jake’s gaze practically burning into the side of your head

he definitely wants to say something, but he restrains himself, assuming heeseung will let you go any second now

but when three more turns pass, and you’re still sat on his friends lap, jake has had enough

“you guys play this game all the time, why does y/n suddenly need to help you hyung?” he speaks up

heeseung barely holds in his laugh at jake’s confused face, “they’re making sure i make all the right plays,” he says, laying his chin on your shoulder, “i think they’re my good luck charm.”

you grin, purposely laying back into his embrace, “yeah babe, i’m just giving him some advice.”

it was silent for a minute, before you’re suddenly being lifted off heeseungs lap and into the air

this man really just threw you over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes, marching off to his room

“yah! what are you doing?!” you yelp, desperately grabbing onto his shirt so you don’t fall off

“bye y/n!” heeseung waves, giggling innocently

when you get to jake’s room, he sits down, forcing you onto his lap, demanding you explain what just happened

you shrug nonchalantly, “you’re always flirting with your fans, i had to get my revenge somehow.”

“that’s what this is about!? seriously y/n?” he sighs.

you giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck and moving closer, “why? did it work?”

he doesn’t respond, instead proceeding to rudely throw you onto the bed and tickle you until you’re begging him to stop 😔

#savey/n

// PARK SUNGHOON !

if you make this man jealous prepare to die

he does not care at all he’ll say rude shit to that person 😭

“you think you’d have a chance with them?” *cockily looks them up and down* “awww!”

“go find someone in your own league buddy.” (ouch)

“this is honestly the most pathetic flirting attempt i’ve ever seen.” *wraps his arms around your waist protectively and scares the poor soul off with a single glance*

but in reality this is all a facade to scare them away, as we all know sunghoon is a shy baby who covers that fact up with cockiness :’)

which means as soon as the persons gone, he becomes a very easy target to tease

anyway so you and sunghoon are on a date

not just any regular date

sunghoon has been looking forward to this for a very long time :)

he’s going to teach you how to skate!!

well, at least try to

let’s just say at this rate you were never gonna be the ice princess/prince to his prince

you were pretty much a deer on roller skates, everytime sunghoon let go of you for more than five seconds you’d flop onto your butt again

and sunghoon would never even ask if you were okay, nope

your boyfriend just laughs at you

sigh

either way you have been improving gradually, you’ve gone from falling over every five seconds to every ten

“how about i get one of those sleds to pull you around on instead?” sunghoon grins, still holding both your hands in his

you take careful steps, moving forward causiously as he skates backwards in front of you, “sure, but how will i survive while you’re gone?”

he giggles, “just hold on to the wall, i’ll be really fast.” he says, pecking you on the lips, before pulling away and abandoning you in the middle of the rink

you only need to take about two more strides to get to the wall

if only your idiot boyfriend just dropped you off there before elegantly skating away

either way, you were determined

you could get to the wall without embarrassing yourself in front of the other skaters.

you take your first step, pushing off your right skate slowly

you stick your arms out, trying to balance yourself as you slide across the ice

everything was going well surprisingly

but out of nowhere, a body suddenly collides with yours

“watch out!”

*bonk*

everything goes blurry as you yelp, ungracefully falling to the floor with the stranger on top of you

you groan, painfully trying to escape the weight of the person above you

your butt feels like it just got flattened, your tail bone is screaming in agony and you’re definitely making sunghoon massage your back after this

the person quickly climbs off you, and you meet the eyes of a handsome young man

“i am so sorry! are you okay?”

you sit up, painfully rubbing your lower back, “yeah i’m fine, it’s okay, i was the one being a road block in the middle of the rink.” you try to joke, smiling and watching as he laughs cutely

“nah you were doing good! is it your first day?”

right as he reaches out a hand to help you up, a familiar pair of skates come to a stop right next to you, slightly spraying your side with ice

“what the fuck happened?!”

you look up to see an extremely angry, yet concerned sunghoon with a sled in his hand staring down at you, then glaring over to the boy in fury

he doesn’t let you take the boy’s hand, straight up grabbing under your armpits and lifting you back up himself, inspecting you carefully for any injuries

the boy gulps, “my bad man, i was just— well i was just doing laps and then—“

“no no,” you interrupt, “it was my fault hoon, i was trying to get to the wall and i wasn’t watching where i was going, really.”

sunghoon ignores you, “you’re the experienced one, be aware of your surroundings and watch where you’re going next time.” he says to him, before turning and pulling you away

you look back around to wave to the boy, who awkwardly waves back, making sunghoon scowl

you barely hold in a giggle, watching as your boyfriend angrily drags you and the most likely forgotten sled across the rink, “why’re you making your grumpy face?”

“i’m not making any face.” he says, pouting even more

“are you jealous i was gonna take his hand?” you wiggle your eyebrows, “that was pretty romantic, how he was smiling down at me, ready to help me up~”

the glare he sent you quickly made you shut up

safe to say, sunghoon made you regret your attempts to rile him up (because it worked) as he proceeded to force you onto the sled, beginning to absolutely fly around the rink as fast as he could, laughing while you held on for your dear life, screaming at him to slow down

oh and, right before you guys left the rink, he “accidentally” elbowed the poor boy that bumped into you extra hard

this petty drama queen 😭

// KIM SUNOO !

to be honest, sunoo doesn’t get jealous very often

but in the rare times he did, it’d definitely end with him being extra sassy and whiny

he’d do that classic sunoo face

yknow the one in the sunjayki vlive when he made the finger heart then suddenly just 🙄😐

yeah that one

you just got off work, and it was supposed to be a normal day where you just walked back to either your apartment, or to enha’s dorm to hang out with your boyfriend and his members

but today, sunoo insisted that he picked you up

you don’t know why, but the boy just really wanted to walk you home, saying that he’s never gotten to see you in your cute work uniform

then again, you just worked at a coffee shop

you weren’t sure if an apron and face mask was much of a uniform, or cute

either way, sunoo wouldn’t allow you to say no, despite your protests worrying about people recognising him even with his hat and mask

so here you were, waving goodbye to your last customer just as sunoo skips through the door happily, phone in hand

it takes you a moment to realise he’s already taking pictures of you

“yah! no taking pictures of our staff, i can sue you!” you whine, covering your face from his consistent clicks

“but you look so cute~” he laughs, watching you give up and begin to untie your apron in defeat

eventually, he puts his phone down and comes over to give you a warm hug

you smile, pecking his lips before leading him back outside, “i still don’t get why you want to do this, walking to my apartment isn’t very exciting.”

sunoo takes your hand in his proudly, “i think it’s very exciting, and i got lots of new photos to choose for my new lock screen.”

as you were about to complain, you notice a familiar face walking towards the both of you

“mingyu?” you ask hesitantly

the man who was once looking down at his phone, snaps his head up at the sound of your voice

“y/n? is that really you?” he grins

you gulp, gripping sunoo’s hand tighter, “uh yeah, nice to see you!”

luckily due to his mask, sunoo doesn’t have to worry about trying to be polite and smiley, frowning rather irritatedly under the soft fabric

he definitely remembers you mentioning a mingyu

and it was not a good memory

“who’s this?” mingyu asks, looking sunoo up and down, unimpressed

as you open your mouth to speak, sunoo speaks up for himself, “i’m their new boyfriend, and you must be their ex?” he says, passive aggressively smiling through his mask

mingyu frowns for a second before recovering, “uh, well yeah,” he looks back at you quickly, feeling judged by sunoo’s cold stare, “but y/n, we should really catch up soon! grab a coffee or something? i haven’t seen you in forever.”

sunoo scoffs sassily, “maybe because they don’t want to, did you ever consider that?”

“sunoo!” you gasp

“actually, me and y/n’s breakup was very amicable,” he insists, shooting you a ridiculous smile as if you were both in on some secret your boyfriend wasn’t

sunoo rolls his eyes dramatically, “sure, buddy. anyways, we’ll be off.” he says, pulling you away before he got any more fired up

mingyu shakes his head in annoyance before turning back to you, “bye y/n! call me whenever!”

sunoo couldn’t believe the nerve of this man, “not happening!“ he cheerily calls back

once you’ve both escaped, you sigh, “i’m sorry about him sun, don’t be mad.”

your boyfriend is clearly pouting under his mask, eyebrows creased in jealousy, “he still wants you.”

you look up at him, you don’t think sunoo has ever showed you such a genuinely pissed side of him before besides now, “it doesn’t matter sun, really, this is why we broke up. he can’t take any hints, including this one. i’ve clearly shown i only want you.”

sunoo smiles, suddenly untangling your fingers to raise his in front of your face, “you pinky promise?”

you grin back, shaking your head before lifting your own pinky, tightly wrapping it around his

“i pinky promise.”

// YANG JUNGWON !

jungwon can be easily jealous and riled up despite his calm aura at times

just someone he’s not familiar with complimenting you in a tone more flirty than necessary will have him frowning

however he rarely says anything, as long as it doesn’t go too far

the problem is, it’s not like he really can say anything unless it’s the staff or his members, the only other people who know about your relationship

you were one of their managers after all

enhypen is at an award show, getting ready to perform along with many other groups

jungwon decided to quickly go to the bathroom before the event begins

he was not expecting to also be forced to eavesdrop on the two other men who walk in

but he’s even more shocked when you’re brought up

“yo, did you see enhypen’s manager?”

the other whistles, “oh hell yeah, they’re eye candy, that’s for sure.”

he pokes the inside of his mouth with his tongue in annoyance, staring daggers at their feet outside the stall

“you think doyoung’s gonna go for it?” one of them laughs

“nah, he’s too much of a pussy. at this rate i should go for ‘em.”

he frowns, feeling utter disgust and rage at the way they speak about you

he immediately shuffles around in the stall, making the men aware of his presence

“oh shit.” one of them says, and just as jungwon opens the stall door, they escape, slamming the bathroom door shut

after washing his hands quickly, jungwon frustratedly runs to find you

when he does, you smile at him, a clipboard in your hand, “there you are, i’ve be—ah!” you yelp in surprise as jungwon suddenly pushes you into the nearby janitor closet

it’s easy to identify that he’s upset by the way he slams his lips against yours once you’re pinned against the wall, holding your chin up and continuing to hold you there with his other hand

you kiss him back for a bit, but eventually pull away

jungwon would never do something so risky

he’s never even kissed you that aggressively in his life, so of course you were slightly taken aback

“slow down won, you gotta talk to me. what’s going on?” you say, gently massaging his cheek

his jaw clenches, scowling, “just some idiots talking about you in the bathroom. i wish i could’ve just told them off.”

you sigh at that, “they’re all talk. it doesn’t matter when you know i only want you.”

he offers a tiny smile, dimple poking through, “mm, still wanna show you off though.”

later that day, jungwon watches as the asshole, aka the guy in the washroom (he assumes), tries to ask for your number

he’s ridiculously confident, a cocky smile adorning his face as if you’d never even think about saying no to him

jungwon rolls his eyes, watching the man already trying to give you his phone without even waiting for your reply

he can’t help but crack a proud smirk when he hears your rejection

“sorry, i have a boyfriend.”

// NISHIMURA RIKI !

the fact that this little brat finds it hilarious when you’re jealous

he purposely does anything he can just to make you jealous

but when you make him jealous? suddenly you’re the bad guy

there’s two forms of jealous riki, it depends on his mood really

jealouski #1: the clingy

“you don’t even love me anymore…”

“y/nnnnnnnnn why aren’t you looking at me??”

“i wan’ a kiss, you haven’t even given me a kiss in like ten minutes…”

“can you play with my hair jagi?”

*randomly holds your hand and starts playing with your fingers*

jealouski #2: the petty bitch

“you want a kiss? go ask jake hyung or something..”

“do you really deserve my cuddles after your little stunt earlier?”

“sorry, only my partner is allowed to sit in my lap. now go back to flirting with jungwon hyung.”

“hey bro, can you pass me the remote?” (yeah, he will bro zone you without hesitation if he’s jealous)

i mean, what did you expect from this boy

you’re on niki’s bed, play fighting as usual — this time with your feet

you push his foot off the right side of the bed, then he pushes yours back off the left >:(

at one point he hit your leg so hard you almost fell of the whole mattress, making him cackle proudly

that’s your boyfriend everybody

unfortunately, your wrestling was suddenly interrupted by your phone ringing

without even looking, you could tell niki was pouting slightly at your attention being taken from him

his upset expression grows even further when he watches you answer the phone excitedly, “oh my gosh, jisung? it’s been too long!”

at that, niki quickly grabs his phone, proceeding to furiously tap on his screen with a passion

you huff when your phone buzzes once more, putting jisung on speaker to see who had texted you

surprise surprise, it’s none other than the dumbass next to you

riki <3 - 7:04pm : who tf is jesung???

you roll your eyes, looking up to see niki staring daggers at you

you - 7:05pm : old friend, now stfu and wait til im done

niki scoffs when he reads your reply, deciding to busy himself with his phone

however, his distraction doesn’t work very long, as just like a toddler, he got bored in about five minutes

and to his dismay, you were still talking on the phone with jisung

“wow that’s great! you really do deserve the opportunity.” you nod along, listening to jisung talk about his promotion at work

this time when your phone buzzes, you already have a strong feeling who it is

riki <3 - 7:11pm : hi

you try not to laugh, sending niki a “what is wrong with you” look

however niki doesn’t return your gaze at you, hiding his face behind his phone

you - 7:11pm : hi baby

niki grins happily, quickly typing back

riki <3 - 7:11pm : can u tell him to shut up and that ur busy with ur hot bf

you give him an unimpressed look when he finally meets your eyes

you - 7:12pm : busy doing what? playing footsie on ur bed?

riki <3 - 7:12pm : ya

sighing, you decide that you should probably wrap up the conversation

“alright, it was really nice catching up jisung-ah! hopefully we can plan a hang out soon?”

“yeah that sounds great! alright, bye y/n!”

the second you hang up, niki lets out a strangled yell as if he’s in pain

“finaaaalllyyyyyy,” he groans, “you were talking to him for like an hour!”

you sigh and throw your phone to the side, turning to pull niki into an embrace

he gladly accepts, pressing his face into your chest, “i don’t like jisung. he’s trying to steal you away.”

you scoff, playing with his hair, “you have no right to be this upset, you purposely make me jealous all the time.”

meanwhile, you can feel the idiot smiling

“well that’s funny, this isn’t.”

“i think it was pretty funny.”

he lifts his head slightly, staring at you coldly

you gulp

yikes

you’ve just activated jealouski #2

have fun being called bro for the rest of the week <3

the end wooooo! if u enjoyed reblogs are always appreciated !

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justwearthegoddamncardigan · 6 months

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Hi Rin! I've been reading your writings and I've been having the best fun, thanks you for the hard work! Seeing that you are accepting requests I was wondering if you could do a Minho x reader? (Female if possible but ofc if not that's good too!) With reader having a sweet and caring personality and Minho at the beginning scoffing at her bc he thinks everyone is too soft on them but newt and others commenting of him being hyper aware so they tease him saying he has a crush? And then a scene where he starts developing feels and he's like nonono but there's no way out hehe. Hope you have a very lovely day!

This is so cute!!!!!! Thanks for requesting (and waiting 😭) ❤❤

Got a very teenage vibe from this as I was writing, hence the title

Teenage dream

Minho x fem!reader

Set during tmr (movieverse, before Thomas)

Notes: this is more of a Minho pov fic? Hope that's ok :))) Kinda switches back to reader at the end though

Warnings: vomit tw, language, reader's drunkness levels change drastically within minutes, ALSO TEENAGE AWKWARDNESS TO THE MAX, I swear Minho has better game in my other fics, he's just a silly sweet guy here lmao

"Light 'em up!"

Minho stands back as the other boys throw their stakes into the bonfire, watching you giggle at their raucous cheers from across the Glade, an involuntary smile rising on his face.

Before long, the party's in full swing; meaning everyone is now yet again horribly, stupidly drunk.

Minho, as usual, has only had a bit of Gally's concoction, and is idly chatting with Ben as he hears a loud crash.

"What the..."

He leaves Ben, jogging over to the scene to see... of course.

It's you, the two-months-in Greenie, and you're sprawled out on the ground in a mess of barrels that have been knocked down, potatoes spilling everywhere.

Your arms are tangled with Newt's- Newt? and you're both laughing, harder than Minho's seen Newt laugh in a while.

"We- the potatoes. The potatoes," Newt manages to say, gasping between cackles.

"Eh. Problem for tomorrow," you sing, extracting yourself from the barrels and potatoes that are now all over the ground.

"Here," says Minho, containing his eyeroll and stepping forward to offer Newt an arm.

"Thanks, man."

Minho tugs Newt up, and yep, he's plastered cause Newt flies up and stumbles forward, crashing into an amused Jeff and nearly sending them both tumbling down.

You stand beside Newt, body folding in laughter as you reach out to grab his arm.

"What's going on?" Alby's voice cuts through the chaos.

You wobble over to him, grabbing one of his hands and clasping it between both of yours in a praying motion. "Sorry, Albs. We'll clean it up in the morning, promise."

"Yeah, you better," says Alby, and his voice is stern but Minho can see the smile reaching his eyes.

What the hell? What happened to their strict leader?

"Thanks, leader man," you say with a grin, patting his chest and giving him a cheesy thumbs up.

Suddenly shouts sound out nearby, and Minho turns to see someone staggering around before turning and throwing up right onto a tabletop.

"Dammit, Ben," mutters Jeff, pinching the bridge of his nose and rushing over.

"Did someone throw up?" Minho hears you ask, before you jog over, veering slightly off to the side as you run.

He sighs and follows you, to where the Gladers are standing around Ben making various ew and gross sounds as if they don't have someone chuck up at least every couple months.

"I ain't cleaning this up for you," Minho tells Ben as he helps him up.

"The whole damn table is gonna stink for months," groans Jeff, looking over the table the Medjacks lent for the bonfire.

"Sorry," mumbles Ben, his words slurring slightly.

"It's alright," you say comfortingly, grabbing a piece of wood you got from god knows where and scraping the stuff into a bin.

"Hey, strong men," you call. "Grab this table and go spray it at the hose."

"Sorry," repeats Ben.

Minho sighs, and shakes his head. "Not your fault you're a lightweight," he says light-heartedly, punching his friend in the arm gently.

He watches as you wash your hands quickly before grabbing a cup of water and bringing it over to Ben.

"Here," you say, handing it to him. "Don't worry, the table's fine. Worst case we'll use it as firewood for next time."

You trip slightly as you step back, and Minho shoots out an arm to grab your waist before he even knows what he's doing. "Alright?" he asks.

You grin, patting his arm. "Guess I'm not as steady as I thought I was."

"Oh really," Minho lifts an eyebrow. "You thought you were steady when you fell into three barrels of potatoes?"

"Ya know, the one time that happens..."

"You mean, just now?"

"Yeah, that one time,"

"Stop with this couples banter," groans Ben. "My head hurts."

"Hungover and drunk at the same time," you say, nodding so sympathetically Minho genuinely can't tell if you're acting or not. "Here, let's get you to bed."

⭒----⭒

"Every month we manage to top the last month's mess," announces Alby, sitting on a table as he addresses the Gladers, most of whom are still waking up and groaning.

He throws out orders for each group, eyes shut and massaging his temples as he speaks, before he gets to; "Y/n, Newt. Gardeners."

"Minho and I already packed up the potatoes from yesterday," begins Alby, and Minho warms as he feels your eyes on him.

"Some of them were crushed under the barrels," Alby continues. "We lost some supplies."

You bite your lip, looking up nervously. You exchange a glance with Newt, and you're wearing identical guilty expressions.

Alby rolls his eyes. "Like scolded children, both of you. Just get to your jobs, go on."

"Thanks mate," says Newt, clapping his friend on the shoulder.

"Yeah, thanks Alby." You give him a little sheepish smile before leaving.

"I'll check on our leftover supplies," says Newt. "Minho, come with?"

"Wh- sure," says Minho, following behind.

⭒----⭒

"Something on your mind?" asks Newt, shifting some food barrels around.

"You're all too soft on her," mumbles Minho, crossing his arms.

"What's that?"

"You, all of you. With Y/n. You shouldn't be letting her get away with things just cause she smiles, or reward her cause she does one tiny nice thing."

Newt turns around, an amused expression on his face, which is infuriating but also extremely worrying.

"What," snaps Minho.

"Nothing," says Newt, all innocent. "What do you mean 'get away with'?"

"Like just then," says Minho. "She got drunk at the bonfire and made a whole mess, then what? Just flirted her way out of trouble? That's bullshit right there."

"I was with her, I made that mess too."

"You weren't the one who fell into the barrels," Minho fires back.

"And how would you know that? You must've been watching her pretty closely." Newt's full on grinning now, hands on his hips in mock sternness.

Minho deflects. "Whatever, she shouldn't get away with making a mess like that."

"Mate, everyone gets shucking plastered at the bonfires. Don't tell me you've been blind to Zart passing out on the ground every month or how Ben can hardly get through his morning runs."

"I mean, yeah, but people don't knock whole barrels of crop over."

"Winston damn near fell into the fire last month."

"That's different," insists Minho.

"Fine," says Newt, sighing. "Can we go back to when you said she flirts her way out of trouble?"

Minho freezes. "...what?"

"Go on then," says Newt, grin stretching on his face. "What'd you mean?"

Minho averts his gaze, uncharacteristically conflicted. "Ya know, just like... how she had her hands all over Alby last night, when he should've been yelling at her or something."

Newt raises an eyebrow, tilting his head at Minho. "What, did you want her to get in trouble?"

"No! Of course not," protests Minho. "Just- in general, it's not fair. To flirt like that and... you know," he finishes weakly.

"That's not flirting mate, she's just an affectionate drunk."

"Yeah... Whatever."

"You know," begins Newt. "One of these days you'll understand, and the rest of us'll be here, laughing our damn asses off at you."

Minho scrunches up his face, confused.

Newt laughs, tossing an arm around his friend. "Give it time, you'll get it."

⭒----⭒

It's a month later, after the next bonfire, that someone finally has the courage to tell it straight to Minho.

" -and people think she's like, the greatest soul to bless the Glade. It's stupid. The other day, she helped Gally carry something, ya know, cause his shoulder was shucked, and I swear, the whole of the Builders had stars in their eyes." Minho huffs, rolling his eyes.

"And," he continues. "She looks after Greenies like they're incapable of walking. Then suddenly everyone loves her?"

"Everyone loves Newt," Ben points out. "Why aren't you getting all pissed about him?"

"I'm not pissed," argues Minho. "I'm just observing... stating. People give her credit for just being a vaguely decent human being."

"Minho. You sound insane. You're literally listing good things, and twisting them into... whatever bullshit point you're trying to make."

Ben continues. "Y/n is a decent human being. She's kind, caring, better than the rest of us assholes at accommodating the newbies. She helps people out. Is that so bad?"

"I mean, no... but-,"

"But nothing!" interrupts Ben. "Why are you so obsessed, anyway? Haven't you given some thought into why you're hyperaware of her every move?"

"Oi! Are you telling him?" Newt's voice rings out from across the empty dining hall.

"Yes," says Ben, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Cause this is exhausting."

"Shuckin' finally," says Newt, clapping Ben on the shoulder as he slides into the bench beside him. "Someone needed to do it soon."

"What," snaps Minho.

"You have a crush," says Ben, tugging on his hair exasperatedly. "A stupid schoolyard crush- which I don't even have memory of, but you're just so-"

"What Ben is trying to say," interrupts Newt. "Is that you like Y/n."

"What? No, I-"

"And," Ben cuts in. "Somewhere in that thick head of yours, your lovey-dovey feelings are fighting with your denial and causing this." He gestures vaguely towards Minho.

"I don't know what you're talking about," retorts Minho.

"Of course not," says Ben flatly. "But now that we've told you, it should only be a matter of time."

"I mean..." Newt struggles for a second, before giving up, shoulders sagging. "Yeah, Ben's summed it up pretty well."

⭒----⭒

A crush? There's no way. Minho frowns to himself, lost in thought as he walks out of the shower block.

The Glade is in the best time of the day right now. It's when everyone's wrapping up the day's work and hitting the showers, before waiting around for dinner.

Minho's showered early today, so the dining area just has a few people idly sitting around chatting. He nods at Newt, who makes eye contact with him across the dining area and starts walking over.

Newt stops though, as someone else slides into the bench across from Minho. It's you.

Minho widens his eyes at Newt, who simply grins and turns to sit somewhere else.

Fine. Minho sighs internally, turning to you. "Y/n, hey."

"Hey," you greet, flicking your hair back. You've got a small towel resting on your shoulders to keep your clothes dry while your hair's still wet. Minho notes this information for no particular reason.

"Listen," you say, leaning forward intently. Pretty. The thought crosses Minho's mind without his consent. You look clean, fresh out of the shower, sunset casting your face in a warm glow. Nope, no way this is happening.

"Uh Minho, ya with me?"

" 'course," he responds quickly. "What's up?"

You grin, clearly seeing through him, but you continue anyway. "So, Ben tells me the forest around the Runners' hut is really pretty. Flowers and all. Is that true?"

"Yeah," says Minho. "The pond is nice too."

You hum, nodding in thought. "Take me sometime?"

"Yeah, sure," says Minho.

You know what, shuck it.

"Do you wanna go now?" he offers, resolve clicking inside him.

Minho's heart picks up at your smile, beaming at him. "Yeah, let's go."

⭒----⭒

"I can't believe you've never been here," says Minho, standing with his hands in his pockets as you wander around the forest.

"I can't believe no one ever brought me here," you reply. "It's beautiful."

"Yeah..." He trails off, watching you bend and smile at some purple orchids. "...beautiful." Fuck.

"Can I be honest with you, Minho?" he hears you ask.

"Of course," he responds, leaning on a tree.

"I was kinda worried," you begin, still looking down at the orchids. "That you didn't like me, or something."

Minho's eyebrows fly up. "Wh-"

"I just- I wanted to clear it up. Cause you seem like a cool person, and I'd like for us to be... friends." You sound uncertain, and Minho feels like an absolute shit.

"No!" As your head whips up, he hastily continues, "I mean, yes, of course, just-"

He groans. "It's my fault, I'm just- I was stupid. An idiot, actually. I've been-"

You've got a confused expression as Minho huffs out a frustrated sigh. "It wasn't anything like... what you're thinking. I just had some other feelings- thoughts, in the way. And I guess it came off like I didn't like you. But I do. I like you a lot," he admits.

You let out a soft laugh. "I'm glad. I didn't want it to be," you gesture vaguely. "Ya know."

Minho smiles, and seems to shake himself slightly, nodding towards a tree near the Runner's hut. "Come check out these ones."

He leads you to a tree with white flowers peeking through the leaves.

"Hey, Minho."

"Yeah?"

"What'd you mean 'other feelings'?"

Um. "What?" He asks nervously.

"You said there were 'other feelings' in the way. What did that mean?"

"Just... in general," he says weakly. "Feelings, thoughts. Etcetera."

You frown slightly at him, confused, but you're distracted as he reaches up to the tree.

"These're Ben's pride and joy," he says idly, plucking one of the flowers. "A damn pain to grow at first, but now they just bloom on their own."

You swallow as he turns to you, holding up the flower.

"Here."

Your heart beats fast as he steps into your space, and tucks the flower into your hair, behind your ear.

Neither of you move. Minho's hand is still hovering at your cheek, your face tilted up to meet his eyes, open and earnest.

Oh. Oh.

You break first, ducking your head down. "So, uh-"

"Yeah," says Minho, hand rubbing the back of his neck self-consciously.

He takes a deep breath. "So I, uh- I don't know what I'm doing, like... at all. Ya know, Ben and Newt had to sit me down and... whatever. I just- I like you," he confesses in a rush. "And I know I've done a shucked job of showing it, but I really, really like you."

You huff out a laugh, incredulous. "Minho, I like you too. That's mostly why I wanted to get closer to you."

"Oh," says Minho. "Well... do you think we could go on a date sometime? Maybe here, with the flowers. We could do dinner?"

You smile. "Yeah, I'd like that."

"Great," says Minho, grinning in a way he knows looks stupid (he doesn't care). "Cool.

"I guess we should be getting back, then." Minho gestures back to where the Glade is probably eating dinner now.

"Yeah," you agree, starting off behind him.

"Minho?" He turns at your voice, looking down at the hand you've extended, palm-up.

As he puts his arm out in the same way, slightly confused, you slip your hand in his, interlocking your fingers. You see his wide grin as you glance to your side.

"Hey, Y/n, think that date can be tomorrow?"

"Yes, absolutely."

Went full teenager throwback for this one - the awkwardness is tangible

Thanks for reading <3 Requests are open as always :)

#the maze runner #minho x reader #tmr minho x reader #tmr minho #my writing

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ourautumn86 · 1 year

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hii<3 idk if its okay to request a story based on a song, but if yes then can i request sth w javier pena based on slow down by chase atlantic? if not thats also okay <3

a/n; yeah ofc!!! love chase atlantic tbh

slow down.

javier peña x fem! reader

cw; 18+ content, minors dni!, dirty talking, mentions of drugs, drug use (not specified, but you can think about weed), alcohol consumption, harsh rough sex, praising, multiple orgasms, unprotected piv sex (guys wrap it before you tap it ffs), cream pie, oral sex (r receiving)…

REMINDER: english is not my mother language so i apologize if there are some mistakes <3 !¡ either ways, i hope y’all like it. <3

REPOSTS AND COMMENTS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED!

you rolled your eyes when you saw him take the empty spot beside you at the bar, javier peña, the protagonist of all your nightmares. you took a harsh swing of your drink when you noticed his staring, and his sly smirk.

you sighed, turning to face him. “tell me what it is you wanna know now…” he smiled harder.

“finish up the bottle then we'll go, babe.” he winked, and you arched your eyebrows.

“that serious huh?” he shrugged.

“serious business need to take place in serious places.”

you took a glance at the bottle that you were draining your sorrows and stress in.

“won't you have a little?" you inquired, and he shook his head no.

“no way." you squinted your eyes. weird. that was until you noticed the red on his eyes, and everything made sense. not again.

“there’s no way you’re dragging me into it again, javi. i'm too phased and it's too late.” you said, and he smirked, one of his hands landed on your thigh, making you sigh at the warmth of his touch. your skin grew in goosebumps. “it was a mistake. i don’t want you running away from all this shit all over again when you come down from whatever you’re into.”

“but coming down is all i do babe…” he whispered in your ear. “don’t you remember it? you tasted so sweet, were so wet for me…” you shivered when his touch moves upwards, shooting electric shocks throughout your whole body. “i'll show you again how good it felt if you let me, pretty girl…”

you looked into his eyes, and even though you knew it was a mistake, the alcohol was too loud on your veins to let you hear the alarms blaring inside your mind. you took the bottle with you, and he paid for it, not caring about the money as long as he could take you home.

back to where you’d always belonged.

“look at you, buried in the pillow trying to not wake up the neighbors? sweet girl, you’re too loud to even try…” he chuckled, fucking into you harder, making your legs wobble as he held you up by your hips, giving you back shots. “so eager…” he grunted, seeing how needly you fucked yourself back onto his cock. you’d already cum two times, and a white ring of your arousal was decorating his base. you were in need of another one, of him to fuck you senseless and dumb, to fuck away the thoughts from your head and the feeling from your heart. “shh, baby, slow down… i’m not going anywhere, why so needy, hm?” you moaned.

“shut the fuck up.” he chuckled at your hiss, fucking you harder and making you choke.

“such a filthy mouth, you always bite back don’t you? should i teach you some manners, hm? should i put you on your place?”

you were burning up. all you could see was red.

“fuck me like you mean it." you said and he grunted. "okay"

it's two-faced, this unspoken feelings you two never let it show. maybe it was too late to even make it known.

you felt like floating but your heart was heavy, and his dick was reaching so deep it was almost punching the words out of your guts. his thrusts were harsh and merciless, hitting your soft spot over and over again, making you moan and cry out his name.

“fuck. you drive me insane.” he moaned, fucking into you with need. “can’t take you out of my fucking mind since that night… always got me on some shit to forget how you feel.” you moaned, your heart beating faster in your chest. “so fucking tight and wet, shit…” he grunted and you were babbling.

“shit javier, harder…” you begged and his hands were tugging from your hips as he groaned, snapping his hips harder against you, his balls slapping against your clit with every new thrust. he was smirking, ‘cause fuck, even if he had told you to slow down, there you were, begging for more, arching your back for him so he could get deeper, fill you up to the brim.

“aw, that’s it, that’s all my pretty girl wanted hm? to get a little bit rough with her?” you whimpered.

“yes, yes, fuck!” he was hitting your g spot non-stop, making you feel like no one had ever before.

maybe that’s why you always ran before you could get hooked up on it. this love, his touch, his words, his eyes… there was all a drug that you couldn’t allow to get yourself into. but you couldn’t help to fall every time he would come closer, whisper just the right things to you and touch you were you needed it the most.

you let out a surprised gasp when he slipped out and turned you on your back, pinning you to the bed with a hand around your neck before plunging right back in.

you moaned and he grunted, your eyes squeezing shut in pleasure as he started to fuck you once again.

“much better, fuck. look at you. taking my cock so good. looking so good with me balls deep into your cunt, baby.” you moaned, your head feeling fuzzy as your stomach warm. you were getting close, and it was coming too fast and too strong. “wanna have you like this all the time, shit. want you so bad…” he groaned.

“javi…” your voice was broken, your lips swollen due to his kisses. “i’m gonna cum…” you cried out.

“you gonna cum, princess? gonna soak my cock?” you nodded, moaning, already a mess, tears staining your cheeks as his dick leaked inside of you. god, you were getting so tight. you couldn’t help but scream when his fingers met your clit, rubbing it in delirious quick and fast circles. “so fucking tight, you’re gonna milk my cock, fuck.” he grunted, his thrust harsh and quick to get you there.

you were falling apart.

“fuck, javi, i’m…!” you couldn’t even finish what you were saying before it hit you. waves of hot and heavy pleasure that made your walls flutters and your cum drip down his cock onto a white ring on his base. “fuck!” you cried out, and he was moaning in your ear, hips stuttering. just the sight of you falling apart in front of him, of your cunt warming up while getting tighter and wetter…

shit.

“i’m gonna cum, baby. fuck. where?” he inquired and your legs surrounded his hips, pushing him closer. deeper.

“inside, javi, cum inside.” you begged, riding out your orgasm, which only seemed to get higher, ending on a second one when you felt it; hot spurts of creamy pearly cum filling you up and painting your walls in white. he grunted, moaned, even whined as he pumped you full of him, helping you through your own high by rubbing your clit and playing with your breasts. when you two came down, he was sucking on your nipples, breath ragged and hair sticking to his forehead due to the sweat decorating his skin. you let out a little whine when he pulled out, watching his cum leak from your abused cunt.

you watched as well, and with a whimper you tugged on his hair, and he found your lips, stealing your breath away.

you looked into his eyes as you leaned back, a string of spit joining your mouths.

“javi…” you muttered, a frown on your face.

“yeah, gorgeous?” he inquired, a smirk on his face as he slowly started to get lower with his kisses. down your chest… your stomach…

“what are you doing?” you inquired him, and now he was kissing your inner thighs, making tou twitch and your cunt to start throbbing again.

“going down.” he gave you a wink and you sighed, rolling your eyes.

but those actions repeated themselves in a total different situation and meaning when his tongue was buried deep into your pussy and he was making you moan once again.

you were always running from him, from this. but maybe you could slow down. and enjoy the ride.

pedro pascal masterlist! <3

xxx

#lily!writes ੭୧—☆#javier pena imagine #javier pena angst #javier peña fic #javier pena smut #javier peña imagine #javier pena narcos #javier pena fluff #javier pena fic #javier peña narcos #javier peña smut #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena x reader #javier pena x y/n #javier peña #pedro pascal fan fiction #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal characters

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oh-saints · 1 year

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as a fellow ruben girlie here, i'm so happy for the anon! imagine seeing ruben's ass live 👀 BUT HERE ME OUT BESTIE can you please make something out of her (incoming) experience? pretty please? 🥹

you. did. not?!?! BCS YOU WON'T BELIEVE HOW FAST I MADE THIS i really need to stick with closing the request box bcs i've been getting so many 😭

signs

you hold up a sign that caught rúben’s attention… and he takes it in his liberty as a sign from the universe.

rúben dias x you

word count: 1.2k (short one because this is sort of a comeback/warm-up piece lol)

tw: brief mention of alcohol

note: this is inspired on this fellow ruben girlie’s incoming experience but let’s just think of this as manifesting *good things* from front row, yeah? as usual, i happen to write during work so this is ofc not beta-read. feedbacks are also welcome! i'm so torn on whether or not to be writing a follow-up to this tho><

your girlies’ idea of bachelorette party was, for the lack of words, non-traditional.

instead of penis-shaped cake and lipstick scribbles across the face or a heavily-drunken trip to and from the strip club, you were flying to Portugal to catch the male national team on action. per the soon-to-be-bride’s words, it was her last chance to fawn over handsome men she never gets the chance to have before settling with the reality that her fiancé is nowhere near the delicious set of men with stubbles and godly bodies.

in reality, you have to agree with the sentiment. there’s no way an ordinary girl like you, no matter how much you try to dream waking up beside rúben dias, is going to end up with a someone that shares one room with Cristiano Ronaldo in the camp. best choice you can have is probably the goalkeeper from your office’s football club.

so who are you to reject the offer of the front row access to see those muscular thighs up close and personal?

however, what your friends didn’t tell you about was the fact that the embarrassing element was going to still be present. it just wasn’t in the form of the lap dance you were getting from the strippers or the walk-of-shame you had to do when you walk out of a club pretty smashed.

it came in the form of the sign boards the upcoming bride had especially prepared for this very day.

everyone was designated for a sign board with different words respectively. it wasn’t provoking enough but the blurred lines were pretty obvious to imply you and your peer group were sexually frustrated in front of these hot guys. quoting the matron of the event, “there’s nothing wrong in trying to get their attention.”

but you’d like to think that wobbly walks you had to endure from the taxi to your flat on the 3rd floor would be much better than holding up the sign in your hands now. well, anything is better than waving “Marry me, Dias! I got the energy of a stallion!” placard from the side lines, to be honest.

you swore under your breath that if the bride wasn’t your best friend from the university days—who was truly having the time of her life, by the way, with the way she was screaming cancelo’s name like tomorrow’s ending—you’d ditch this event immediately. no matter how much you initially wanted the exquisite view of these stunning guys running and drenched in sweat sexily for 90 minutes.

“here, drink this.”

and you didn’t think twice before downing the bitter liquid from the flask another friend of yours managed to sneak in. how she did it—you didn’t want to know, but you got to admit there was a reason why she was the valedictorian. you needed the instant adrenaline injected to your bloodstream because there was no way in hell you were going to lift up the mortifying stack of words sober.

the alcohol effected the way you took on your surroundings, obviously. albeit you were still not as loose as the others, you came to accept your defeat when you started screaming for rúben, too, in the way the future bride was screaming for cancelo and the valedictorian for felix.

people around you were definitely throwing you and your girls various looks. some were disgusted at the dirty words indicating the bride’s dirtiest fantasies on cancelo—which you admitted went a bit too far sometimes—some were also laughing whenever she casted a curse on the opponents tackling the right winger. some others shook their heads in confusion because why the fuck was there a group of thirsty women in a very manly event?

but you could care less. your friends were having the best moments in their lives and you were not going to be a bitch about it. you were not going to even acknowledge the second-hand embarrassment you were internally having because of your friend’s peculiar antics, which had intensified as they ran out of liquid contents from the shared silver flask belonging to the valedictorian.

the rest of the girls—not you, who’d taken in a considerable amount of alcohol compared to others and could now be considered their sober friend—reached their peak when the whistle blew on the final minutes. the winning atmosphere kind of encouraged those crazy ladies to jump in their seats with their assigned sign boards. you even had to stop another friend of yours from flashing her boobs in public because dealing with police in a foreign country was the last thing in your bucket list.

you pleaded them to come down from their seats, as well. in your defence, they could fall off the seat flat on their faces and a swollen bride and her entourage were definitely not welcomed on the wedding day. but they didn’t give a shit about it and laughed at your face for not soaking up the moment as good as they were.

you turned away from the crazy bunch by facepalming your face, the tip of your thumb was massaging the space between your eyebrows. you thought it was working to ease off the headache, for suddenly the girls went silent in the background.

but you realised it wasn’t the case at all when you heard a familiar voice that you used to listen on several man of the match interview.

“hey, kid,” and you had to look up to make sure your head wasn’t playing tricks on you. “here’s for you.”

rúben was actually standing behind the barricade placed between the field and the audience seats. his hand was stretched to give the shirt he’d worn today to the little kid beside you, who’d been flailing his own sign board of can I have your shirt? throughout the match. the kid jumped at the opportunity, his father behind him thanking the football player for his generosity, and you were blinded by the smile etched on his face as wide as the Mississippi river.

you didn’t bother to blame your humiliating friends for shutting up anymore because you were as stunned as they were.

“and you, my lady,”

you turned your head to spot the person behind you, the one the defender was pointing at, so ready to congratulate whoever the lucky woman was for being able to entice the rúben dias’ attention. but you were met with bunch of men instead, shouting parabens, rúben!

so you twisted your body again, this time towards the towering number 3, with a rather perplexed expression because his line of sight hadn’t moved an inch from where you stood. your nearest friend was one or two feet away from you, and noticing how flustered you were in figuring out his call was meant for you, rúben let out a small laugh but enough to make your entire body trembled with overwhelming warmth.

“yes, you, the one who wears joao cancelo’s name on the back,” and that could be your entire team, for it was the bride’s request to wear her favourite player’s number. “I think you’d suit my last name better, no? your sign says you ask for it anyway.”

every power evaporated from your legs right away.

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btsgotjams27 · 2 years

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the man in black | knj

you hope to meet a tall, dark, handsome man at a bar.

✨ title: the man in black | ✨ pairing: namjoon x f!reader ✨ genre/au: smut, pwp | strangers-to-??? ✨ rating: m/18+, minors dni | ✨ word count: 1.2k ✨ warnings: namjoon in the black turtleneck/black slacks outfit (yes, that’s a warning), language, kissing, marking, fingering, nipple play, mirror sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), spitting, soft dom!joon, creampie ✨ a/n: good god--this man has us all in a chokehold and ofc i had to write about him. this is dedicated to nat, and i also wrote a back story for this too lmfao, maybe i'll post it another time. and this is un-beta'd, so i apologize if it succkksssss lol.

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“Namjoon–” you whimpered as he strung kisses along your neck, then across your collarbone. His lips hovered above the top of your chest, teasing you. Your core was wet and aching for any kind of friction.

“Yeah, baby?” he asked in a low, husky voice, now squeezing your breast with his large hand, earning a moan from you.

You’d only met the man a few hours ago at the bar, but here you were - locked in the bathroom, panties on the ground, legs spread as Namjoon was slotted between them, calling you pet names, practically throwing all femininity out the door for this gorgeous man.

His silly little dance number with his friends and outfit had the whole bar in a chokehold, but none more than you.

You lulled your head, gasping for air when he tugged the top of your dress down along with your bra, wrapping his mouth around your nipple, his warm tongue sloppy as he flicked and lapped at the pebbled flesh.

“We…we should hurry,” you urged him, hands wobbly, struggling to hold yourself up on the bathroom counter. You imagined the line outside of the bathroom to be filled with grumpy people waiting for the two of you, wondering what the hell was going on inside.

Namjoon groaned at your suggestion. He wanted to take his time with you - learn about your wants and needs, but this probably wasn’t the time to do that. He pulled away, raving over you with darkened eyes. Holding out his hand, he helped you down, then swiftly turned you to face the mirror. One hand splayed across your stomach, holding you in place, and the other kneading your cheek underneath your dress.

“I want you to watch yourself as I destroy this pretty pussy, ‘kay?” he stated, pressing a kiss into your shoulder, making you shudder from the softness of his lips.

Shit, that line was enough to make you come right then and there.

He stepped to the side, and you watched him undo his belt, the buckle softly clinking against the brown leather strap. He continued unfastening the button and unzipping his pants. God–he was doing everything painstakingly too slow for your liking, so you pushed your ass towards him.

“Be patient, hmm?”

Your heart skipped a beat when a sudden knock on the door alerts the pair of you that you were taking too long. Panic builds in your chest, and adrenaline pumps throughout your veins, but there is no way you were leaving this bathroom without being pumped full of his cum.

“They can wait all night if they have to,” you said, surprising him with your sudden courage.

Namjoon chuckled, spitting on his hand and then sliding his fingers into your slit, which was already soaking wet. “Guess I didn’t need to do that, huh?”

You mewled, breath hitched in your throat at the loss of his fingers. Insufferable, you were. Your body already aching and throbbing for more of him. He’d surely be the death of you.

He pulled his cock out, pumping himself a few times before bringing his tip to your entrance, coating himself with your arousal. “Ready, baby?”

Before you could respond, he pushed in with one quick thrust. “Fuck–you’re so big,” you panted, falling forward, your hand caught the sink’s faucet.

Namjoon’s chest was flushed against your back, his hand trailing across your stomach, between your breasts to your chin, making you look at yourself in the mirror. “Eyes. Forward.”

You nod at his command. The stretch from his girth was enough to make you dizzy, but you didn’t want to refuse his request. To be honest, you’ve never had someone make you watch yourself in the mirror, so it was a bit strange and thrilling at the same time. More than anything, you wanted to watch Namjoon come undone from fucking you.

Briefly catching his gaze in the mirror, he almost pulled out entirely, leaving his tip in your cunt, before bucking back into you. Your eyes briefly closed, then fluttered open, catching your twisted expression in the mirror as he continued snapping his hips against your ass, over and over. Every time he pushed back in, he coaxed a moan from you.

He hissed when he felt you clench around him. He could never last long when he went raw, and it was stupid of him to do so because he barely knew you, but like always, his dick always clouded his judgment.

“Namjoon–please, don’t stop. Just like that,” you cried out.

His large hands gripped your waist, thrusting repeatedly into you as hard as he could. His cock disappearing into your pussy was the best view he could ever have–a view he needed to make sure he’d get to see again.

“Shit–baby, you’re so tight. You gonna come for me?”

As much as he loved the view of your ass, he wanted to see you shatter and unravel because of him. He bit down on his bottom lip, watching your expression twist and turn into pleasure. With every thrust, he elicited a whimper, causing your legs to become shaky, trying your best to hold yourself up.

“Unngh–Na–Nam–Joo” you struggled to get anything out except curses. His pace began to speed up, desperate and frantic for you to reach your climax. The coiling tension in the pit of your stomach building ever since he dragged you into the bathroom. You looked into the mirror, mascara running, hair out of place, mouth agape as Namjoon fucked himself into you.

His pants and groans were like electricity running throughout your body. You wanted to hear more from him—wanted to hear how good your pussy was making him feel. You began rutting yourself back into him, causing loud smacks reverberating throughout the bathroom walls. If the people waiting outside didn’t know what was happening before, they definitely knew what was happening now.

“Fuck–Namjoon–I’m gonna come,” you whined, bringing your fingers to rub circles on your clit, making your climax even more intense. Your legs now shake uncontrollably as the tension within you snaps, your walls fluttering around his cock, struggling to bite back moans as Namjoon fucked you through your orgasm. You’d only caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror as you came down from your high.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Namjoon grinned, showing off that dangerous dimple that caught your eye in the first place. He continued thrusting, now chasing his own climax. His muscles tightened every time he went deeper. Your slickness dripped down his length and down to his balls, causing lewd noises to fill the air. You straightened slightly, reaching back, gently pulling on the dark locks, tangling your fingers in his hair. Namjoon grunted, pressing a kiss on the nape of your neck. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” he mumbled, hips jerking sloppily as he came undone, spilling his cum into your pussy.

The two of you huffed and chuckled, catching each other’s gaze in the mirror–both fucked out and partially embarrassed at having to face the mass line of people waiting for the bathroom.

Namjoon pulled out, waddling over to grab toilet paper to clean the two of you up. Handing you a small roll, you wiped yourself as best you could before you went searching for your underwear, which was probably not a good idea to put back on, considering they were on the bathroom floor.

He tucked himself back in his underwear and pants, zipping himself up, his dimpled smile on display as he watched you pull your dress back down. He beelined towards you, his index finger gently lifting your chin, forcing you to look at him. “So when can I see you again?”

✨ next ~ part two

#namjoon fic #namjoon fanfic #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts smut #namjoon smut #namjoon x reader #namjoon x you #bts x reader #bts x you #fic: the man in black #namjoon #kim namjoon

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miraculousmaker · 3 months

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MAGNUS PROTOCOL EPISODE 3 SPOILERS

REPEAT, THIS IS A LIVE LOG OF SOMEONE LISTENING TO PROTOCOL THERE WILL BE SPOILERS consider this my own Lietner stamp, read at your own peril

Gotta love the tippy tappy sounds

treating the computer like a stubborn child is great

“Why would i pick a fight with Fre3die? That’s your job.” Bro considering that little thing at the end of epi 1, that’s more true than she knows. Also, i could consider it another thing about Alice being ~weirdly predictive~. I love meta commentary, an with this stupid podcast we love so much, it’s kind of expected, right?

Colin trying to know everything about the computer system and it still alluding him = people trying to understand the fears and still being surprised when they do freaky shit

Colin growling o(0–0)o bro what

HERE’S JONNY bro they’re literally stuffing everything in on purpose.

Like how do they hear the ‘text-to-speech’ voice animatedly emoting and don’t think it’s weird???

Oh I really like this state—INCIDENT REPORT. It’s so poetic and beautiful, while being eerie.

Honestly I’ve got a lot of weird skin issues and environmental allergies, so this dude is hittin hard. Rashes weeping, very good.

Endless garden, haunted by a loved one. Repetitive nightmares and loss of self.

Interestingly, the people so far seem to get used to their fears instead of being consumed by them? The tattooed artist, and now this man is like, accepting his condition.

“Nature is so wonderful, so efficient. Nothing is wasted in the garden.”

It’s fascinating, I should write a paper. My dude, those are your bones you’re looking at.

Pruning himself. The skin is slipping away nicely.

Yeah, really liked that incident report. Beautifully written. I definitely think that the fears are somehow both more brutal and more gentle. He describes that there’s something within him still scared, but he can no longer understand why. It’s like they’re getting used to their fears, in some weird catharsis or something???

Alice describing Sam as a foal wobbling around, when she’s blatantly ignoring the reports so that she doesn’t get affected. “You can claim ignorance”, watch this be a big downfall. Like the when Sasha was Not-Them-d bc they were ignorant of the table’s truth and Jon freeing it for the same reason.

Alice, sarcastic: “You’ve made a powerful enemy tonight.” Keeping an eye out for foreshadowing, ofc.

Gwen inviting Alice to a meeting with old friends. Alice

ALICE SAYING I WAS BORN DOWN HERE AND I’LL DIE DOWN HERE. Holy shit.

I wonder what our boys think, listening/watching in on everything. I wonder if the reason they’re still reading the statements is that they’re still trying to figure things out, like always.

#the magnus archives #the magnus institute #tma #the magnus pod #the magnus protocol #the magnus protocol spoilers

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lillylvjy · 1 year

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LILLY

FERRIS WHEEL DATE WITH WILBUR???? also maybe a kiss scene when it stops at the top 👉👈

yes ofc I can aimi! This is adorable!

Warning// kissing, tooth rotting fluff, let me know what I missed :)

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We keep this love( in photographs)

You always admired Ferris wheels. When you were little you were determined to own one one day. You loved how they looked at night. Loved how they looked when you at the very top. It felt like you were at the top of the world.

So when you told Wilbur your love for them, he was determined to go on one with you any chance he got. And when you both were visiting America for his tour, there was a fair just a couple miles away. Perfect!

When Wilbur told you he had a surprise, you were thinking it was going to be another dinner date or maybe a movie. But when you pulled into the parking lot of the fair, your face lit up in a matter of seconds.

“Wil! This is amazing!” You exclaimed as Wilbur came over to your side of the car and opened the door for you before you could do anything.

“I knew you’d love it. C’mon love. What do you want to do first?” Wilbur asked as he took your hand and led you to the ticket booth.

“Hm. Games! We’ll leave the Ferris wheel for last.” You told Wilbur as he got the tickets and led you over to the game area.

Wilbur attempted to do the ring toss and failed with flying colors. You didn’t even try because you knew you would fail. You both tried the water game (idk what it’s called). Wilbur won that game and won a prize. He picked out the small teddy bear hanging up and once he received it, he gave it to you.

“Here. I know you don’t like big things and plus I wanted to win you something.” Wil said as you took it. You mailed at the bear in your hands and then back up at Wilbur.

“Thank you my love.” You said, giving Wilbur a kiss on the cheek. You began to walk away until you felt a hand catch your wrist and pull you back.

“Love, I think you missed.” Wilbur said with a stupid smirk on his face.

You rolled your eyes and went closer to him as you grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him.

You pulled away and looked at him. “Better?” You asked him.

“Better.” He smiled down at you as you took his hand and led him to the rides that were there.

“Ok…. Which one?” You asked him.

“What about that one? Don’t you like basically float?” Wilbur said, pointing at the zero gravity ride(?)

You smirk, “You sure?” You asked for confirmation.

“Yeah. I mean it won’t damage me. Might make me a little dizzy.” He said, way too confident for this.

“Ok let’s go then.” You said, pulling him into the line.

After you both got off the ride, you were perfectly fine as Wilbur walked wobbly off of it. You laughed as your grabbed his arm.

“You good?” You asked him as he looked at you with wide eyes.

“Yeah, yeah I’m good.” He said, shaking his head, almost like getting his eyes to stop playing tricks on him. “Ok no more. It’s either we get food or go on the Ferris wheel.” He asked.

You laughed at his comment and looked at the Ferris wheel. “Let’s go on the Ferris wheel now. The suns setting and it probably looked super pretty from up there.” You said as you looked at Wilbur. He smiled and nodded at you both started walking to the ride.

Once you both got into a cart, and strapped in not so safely, you were off. The ride was jagged and creaky but that’s what made it fun! But apparently for Wilbur, it was like he was going to die at any second.

“Are you sure you enjoy these that much?” He asked, gripping your hand hard and looking around as you guys went up.

“Wil! Your fine! It won’t break. I promise. And if it does. At least I’m with you.” You smiled at him. He smiled back at you as you guys made your way to the top.

As you came to a stop, you looked out and saw the horizon. The sky filled with yellows, oranges, purples and pinks. It was beautiful. Like a scene out of a movie that didn’t seem real. You wished you could touch it or hold it in the palm of your hands and admire it for all it’s worth for as long as you live.

“Wil. This is gorgeous. Are you seeing this?!” You looked over at him to see him smiling at you. “Wil. Look at the sunset, not me.” You moved his head over a nudge so he was facing the sunset. But he just brought his eyes right back to you.

“Yeah. But you’re the only gorgeous thing I want to look at love.” He said, booping your nose. You blushed and looked back out at the sunset. “Nuh uh! I’m not done.” Wilbur brought your face back over to his and kissed you. Slow and lovingly. He held your face gently as he deepened the kiss, as if you’d break at any moment.

The moment was interrupted as the ride shook and began moving again. Wilbur yelled out of horror and gripped onto you. You laughed at his face and doubled over in your seat.

“Jesus! Calm down Wilbur. You’re acting like a cat. Aww my cute little cat!” You said as you put on a baby voice.

“Shut up!” Wilbur laughed at you. You both settled down and you grabbed his hand as you laid your head on his shoulder. “I love you darling. So much.” He said as he kissed your forehead.

“I love you more Wil. So much more.” You said back to him and he rested his head on yours.

“You still didn’t look at the sunset did you?” You asked.

“Nope!”

#lilly writes #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot #wilbur x y/n #wilbur x reader #wilbur x you #dsmp wilbur #wilbur dream smp #wilbur mcyt #mcyt imagine #mcyt x reader #dsmp x reader #x reader

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hauntedmilkshake1 · 2 years

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i’ve seen a lot of stuff around with gainer makoto and feeder/encourager kyoko (which is great ofc) but i feel like we need the tables turned and see some naegiri with a fat kyoko

Ooooooh this is a good one

props to @unluckybreadling for helping with the brainstorm.

To start off with: Kyoko is very much a stress eater and a "snack as i work" eater, everytime she has to go file papers, or talk to a suspect or go over a scene and gather intel shes always got something in her hand; Donuts, chips, a soda, those weird freeze dried chocolate bars youd see at space museums and they called them "astronaut food" but it just tastes of styrophoam and something fruity?...yeah anything really.

Body type wise she'd have a semi pear shape body: round face and sizeable arms/legs but most of it is going into her chest, butt and thighs with a pudgy belly tucked into the middle.

Unlike others she notices the weight gain immediately but always goes into the mindset of "ill deal with it later" until over half a year passes and her tights cast two massive rips down her thighs.

Although despite the wardrobe upgrades, the odd look or two and the extra wobble to her step as time goes on...she honestly would shrug off most of it. Hell she even kinda gets into it a little after makoto begged for her to sit on his face for the 9th time, first time it happened he had to go into hopes peak with a neck brace and all kyoko could do was sit back and chuckle.

Speaking of, makoto would absolutely go nuts for kyoko plumping up, he'd send her off with a feast for a small family in a lunch bag be it store bought or homecooked...although homecooking is a WIP; makoto still doesnt know how to work an oven but hes trying! however most takeout places are all on speed dial.

The weight gain would be a small middle finger to Jin since kyoko could get a little sneaky with bringing in food deliveries on the company card but hey she can still fit into the office chairs abeit with a little more creaking and buckling but it works! her clothes are also super stretchy so there hasnt been a wardrobe malfunction for a few weeks now! eh even if he did complain she wouldnt give a shit.

But yes that is where kyoko gets pretty plump, should probably write a story about this honestly

#stuffed ronpa #stuffedronpa #kyo.ko kiri.giri

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mppmaraudergirl · 2 years

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and then the symphony starts and chasing life are the two I’m most excited for at the minute I think!!! excited for all tho ofc

And Then the Symphony Starts my beloved 🥲 I had such high hopes to have this story finished for jilytober. Unfortunately it's still only halfway completed. But here is a glimpse of a Lily I've adored exploring....

Lily doesn’t want to move schools. But what she wants has never counted for much, and it certainly won’t at age eleven.

The mill in Cokeworth has closed and just as the smoke stack’s acrid haze stops spewing into the sky, so stops the Evans family income.

We have to move for daddy’s new job, Lily! Don’t be so selfish.

Easy enough for Petunia to say. She doesn’t have a best friend she is leaving behind. And even if she did, Petunia has never been one for tears. It seems all of her tears were given to Lily, who feels things in abundance, who feels them deep in her marrow.

In fact, the only thing Petunia might be more emotional about than Lily is her ever-persistent desire to find a soulmate.

(Why she could possibly want to meet such a person as a young teenager, Lily can scarcely understand. What if your soulmate is a jerk? What if your soulmate is unkind or arrogant or stupid? What if you hate them? Surely there is some advantage to waiting until someone is their best version before you meet them.

Lily might not know much, but she knows no one is their best version as a teenager.)

Thus, meeting her soulmate would (and arguably should) be the last thing on Lily’s mind as she walks through the halls of her new school. And it most certainly would be if she didn’t have to listen to her sister prattle on about it during the entire bus ride.

As she turns down the hallway leading to registration, Petunia and all of her chatter about soulmates go the opposite direction, and Lily finally feels like she can breathe…

Only to have a swarm of butterflies take up residence in her stomach as she crosses the threshold, pausing briefly to take in the starch white walls of the room, the groupings of desks that are already filled with her classmates (and hopefully future friends). One of the few seats still available is next to a pair of boys who are laughing uproariously about something.

Both of the boys have equally dark hair, though one seems to have forgotten how a comb works. That boy also has glasses that sit cutely crooked on his nose, wobbling ever more dangerously as he teeters on the legs of his chair. His friend lounges too, though slightly more dignified (pompous, Lily will later amend), and it is her glance at him that draws their attention.

“Want a photograph?” the pompous boy asks.

Before she can answer, the bespectacled boy turns around in his seat. “Hello.”

“Hi,” she replies, grateful for the warm smile on the boy's face in contrast to his friend’s antagonizing look.

“Don’t mind him,” the boy says, jerking a thumb toward his friend. “He’s a bit of a prat. Aren’t you, Sirius?”

“And what does that make you?”

“A rather delightful young man.”

“Yeah, according to your mummy.”

The boy turns to look at her, cheeks slightly pink now as he tries to ignore the teasing remark from his “friend” (at least, Lily thinks they’re friends). “I’m—”

“Good morning! Good morning, class. Now if you’ll kindly quiet down so I can take registration!” calls the teacher—a peculiar-looking woman with far too many bangles clanking along on her wrists for Lily’s taste.

The boy offers her a crooked smile and a shrug before he turns to face the teacher. It only takes a few minutes for her to discover his name is James Potter.

It only takes a few hours for her to discover he carries himself in the same pompous way as his friend.

It only takes a few days for her to discover she absolutely loathes him.

#and then the symphony starts #attss spoilers #what an acronym!#wip game!#thank you anon <3 #someday soon I will finish this love letter to jily :')

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So I know I've mentioned the Lost Prince AU is part of a larger world I've been working on for like a decade or more, and I wanted to talk a bit more about that and explain some of the backstory and the other novels that are set in that universe. Some of this is going to change though, because I think I can actually salvage the two novels and complete them if I do a bunch of cutting and editing and redrafting. And if I cut out the third novel in the series that was just overcomplicating things too much bc modern setting and wibbly wobbly timey wimey shit that I couldn't figure out how to resolve. So that's gone now and it's made things so much easier. Those 200k words of novels won't go to waste after all! :D

Alright kids, buckle up, this is gonna get loooooooooooong. :D

This universe started life as thinly veiled RPF on 750words.com, little short pieces I was writing just to get the brain working and nothing more than that. It eventually came to be a series I referred to as astrological dystopia, which turned into an original novel titled Pasithea's City.

The setting was a Greek city in the middle of the Libyan desert, Neos Apollonia, an oracle city, where your fate was proclaimed when you were 7 years old, and then the city did everything in its power to make that a self-fulfilling prophecy. bc humans and oracles and wealth and whatnot etc. So the hubris is strong here and the worship of the gods is not. I bet you can guess how Apollon feels about this state of affairs.

The story is about a boy called Andreas, who ended up with a bad fate and was exiled from the city. He's a petty thief, close to Hermes, who has a strong distrust in Apollon and the Oracles for good reason. He's taken in by a couple of women from the desert tribes, who also ran away from their tribe for various reasons of their own.

The catalyst in this story is the Oracle proclaiming an Actual Oracle on the new year's day rituals, proclaiming the destruction of the city bc Apollon is Pissed and will bury them all under the sand bc why the fuck not. The city was actually originally much closer to Kyrini, but the physical drift into the desert matches the internal drift away from the gods. Ruins are left behind as the city moves, and it's where the exiles live, because there's nowhere else to survive out there.

Hermes manages to save Andreas, his mothers, the Oracle and his companion, after playing dice with Apollon, and spares them from the sandstorm that otherwise buries the rest of the city under the sands.

Hermes becomes their guide through the sands, taking them away from the old city and takes them north. Through this, they end up back at the tribe where Andreas' mothers came from, bc healing conflicts and old wounds and making new friends etc. And after a while, Andreas, his new bondmate Meri, the Oracle and his companion, head further north to Kyrini with Hermes bc exploration and seeing the city.

This is big on found family, given the tribe they end up with is build from refugees, outcasts, anyone who doesn't have a home, and who needs one. They're a group of misfits and outsiders who are highly protective of their own, and they've made their own way in spite of everything. They don't always get on with the other tribes in the area as they can be a little too close-minded or unwilling to meet ppl halfway.

But yeah, that's the gist of that novel. There's a lot I've left out of that, but that's the general plot I'm working on.

The second novel, The Black Priest, should really come first, narratively speaking. It documents the priests of Dja fleeing from the country with their gods and the last priests they have left, and heading west into the desert. It's at the end of the invasion of Egypt by a group I'm calling the Sea Peoples, for lack of a better identification and also bc it doesn't really matter who they are bc this is about the aftermath.

It was inspired by this music video by Sparkadia, bc ofc it was lol. I was Obsessed with this song (and this band tbh) back in the day. Most of the characters all had their start in this music video, but they've evolved so far beyond that now. I made them my own.

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The big theme in this novel is unification. The Priests of Dja come from Lower Egypt, around the Delta, and the tribe where Andreas' mothers come from have their origin story in Upper Egypt millions of years ago. There are also themes here about religion in diaspora and how gods evolve to be what people need them to be.

So we have the priests of Dja being called back to their ancestral lands with the tribes, to unify the Two Lands. There's a lot to learn from each other, and how to do religion without a King/Kingdom, since much of ancient Egyptian religion relied on their being a King to send the priests into the shrines and temples.

(Yes, this is my way of processing my own Kemetic practice and how to work it in the modern world, with so much information that has either not been found, or has been destroyed, and there are no big temples to worship in, no communities irl to support that religion, etc, no Kings to rely on, etc.)

The timeline being what it is, and yes i have a gigantic spreadsheet with FOUR DIFFERENT CALENDARS in it that I've synced up so I can keep the plot organised, the priests of Dja actually make it to Neos Apollonia some time before it's buried, and honestly bc of that I do think this needs to be the first novel bc of that. There's a ton of world-building that I bring up in that journey that is never relevant to Pasithea's City, and I think it makes more narrative sense for this one to go first. Like, there's a moment where Andreas is found injured in a ruined temple a couple of my priestesses are searching for, and they care for him and heal him up. But that's never really mentioned or alluded to properly in Pasithea's City. Hence, they both need a lot of revision and editing and reworking but they'll be much better for it.

So, how does the Lost Prince AU fit into this? Well. It's set ten years after The Black Priest, more or less. Cub and Scar are in their mid-late 20s, having fled as teenagers. Their names are pseudonyms, but also not, and they've spent the time away from Egypt on the run, as they never really found anywhere to settle, and it felt too uncomfortable to settle in Kyrini as Libyans. Plus, well. Being hunted for [redacted].

They did meet up with the priests of Dja maybe a year after they settled with the tribes, as they sought shelter for a while, but they didn't stay, and moved on quickly. They've basically been nomads for a decade because it just felt safer. And then the gods started calling them back to Egypt, and with great reluctance that's what they're trying to do. There's a lot more to the plot that's coming, but I don't wanna spoil anything so. >_>

Also the identification of some of the nomes with Empires folk is broadly just flavour and not necessarily saying The Oasis Is Actually Pearl's Empire. It IS hers, but it's not Gilded Helianthia. It's Djesdjes, it's Bahariya Oasis, it's something else.

I do have a map of the region up at an old wordpress blog I set up six years ago, but it doesn't have the Copper King's mines on it for obvious it-wasn't-part-of-the-world-yet reasons back then. It also has some location notes there, and some cast lists for both Pasithea's City and The Black Priest.

So yeah. That's the basic gist of the world the Lost Prince AU is working in. If you have any further questions, please ask! I will happily ramble about this AU for hours if you ask nicely. <3

#hermitcraft #empires smp #fanfic #convex #the lost prince au #pasithea's city #ancient egypt au #cubfan135 #gtwscar #original fiction #novel series #have some worldbuilding notes #Youtube

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