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kunekojo · 1 year

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Tybw grown Toshiro x reader making out?

Why of course😳 I truly hope you like this!!!

Tybw grown Toshiro x Fem!Reader ~ Make out session

Warning: none, maybe a little suggestiveness

Tags: fluff, lovely fluff

WC: 0,9 k

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Finding peace in the silence, you hummed in delight with each passing second.

There was not much to do for you since you’d just finished tending to your own work so what else were you supposed to occupy your time with? Toshiso still had plenty on his hands before he could give you his undivided attention, and you didn’t want to rush him for one second. But he was so close that you counted the remaining papers.

Still, a little impatient, you firmly rested your head on his shoulder and he was quick to give you a pleased hum. There was no slight smile drawn over his face but the sensation in his voice displayed how content he was for having you around so close. Your touch was what made him feel so much better, thus allowing him to get a lot closer to completing the paperwork.

Head slightly lifted, your eyes traveled over his features as his brows drew together and his eyes watched carefully as if something was wrong.

“Did you mess up something?” you questioned innocently, intrigued by whatever was giving him an ache.

“No, I don’t think so.” Toshiro replied shortly, looking over the paper again to make sure there are no mistakes. “It’s the last one and I have to make sure it’s done properly.” the stillness in his voice didn’t wash your concern away.

“I know, darling.” your voice soothed him momentarily but the tension in his muscles told you just how there was something ongoing. “Take your time.”

“I am, but- “ he halted his words, tightening his grip around them. “damnit, I feel like I’m missing something but I can’t grasp what. I need it finished now, after all that mess.” his composure broke a little but the sensation of your hand slowly tracing the line of his cheeks snatched him.

You slowly pulled his face toward yours. “Maybe you just need to take a break.” you proposed in a whisper, feeding yourself off the way he was gazing at you. “Just to clear your mind, it won’t take long.”

He briefly pondered your suggestion, deciding it was the best course of action. You were right after all, overexerting himself would do no good but cause more damage, so a tiny break should aid him.

“Maybe.” His tone still gave off an air of uncertainty, so you quickly stroked his chin.

“Come on, do it. It’ll be so much better.”

With carefulness, he placed the papers down and released them. He indulged in your touch, humming contently the more he deepened himself into the palm of your hand, but when you noticed the firm expression drawn all over his face, you couldn’t look anywhere else.

You gazed at the opening of his mouth and a sudden feeling of adoration overwhelmed you. The more you stared at his fleshy lips as he took deep breaths, the more you wanted to place a loving kiss. But with each passing second your urge got the better of you, so in the heat of the moment you fell victim to your desire and kissed him.

A faint gasp crept out of his mouth as his mind slowly processed what you’d done. The sensation of your mouth against his brought so much warmth in him that he couldn’t take himself away from you. But once you slightly drew your lips back to look into his eyes, he gently pressed his hand at the back of your head, shoving you back right where you were. It was the taste of your lips that drew him to hunger for more and he wouldn’t miss the chance to obtain it. A consequence of your own actions.

Surprised by his motion, you gasped in his mouth, but the coming of his embrace stunned you so much that you couldn’t hold back. You instinctively widened your mouth, seemingly awaiting something and he was quick to notice. So quickly that he took your welcoming sign and invaded your mouth just so he could have a little bit of your taste and a few of your noises.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he breathed heavily into your mouth before grasping your lips once more, leaving you no time or space to react. Despite his focus, he found a glimpse of control to trail his hands around your frame, inflicting you with the sudden feel of his wide palms clutching bits of your skin.

Yet, it was the way he seized you that made you give yourself over to his control. The way he led you so properly, the way his build towered over you, reminding you just how much he could do.

As your thoughts kept spiraling, his nibbling of your lower lip pushed you to let out a faint whimper of delight, thus encouraging him to tighten the bite between his teeth. A visible smile blossomed on his face as you squirmed in his arms rather desperate for more, but he wouldn’t leave you unattended like this, not until it was enough for you.

However as you two desperately brushed lips together, you felt him begin to back away until he broke the kiss, leaving you yearning for more. But the look in his eyes brought a little hope in you, especially with the way they were eagerly watching you wail for more.

“Shhh, let me finish the paper first, then you’ll have more.”

#toshiro x reader #toshiro hitsugaya #bleach #toshiro fluff #bleacj imagines #asks #my asks #req #bleach req

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kolyasz · 1 month

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luvvsk2 · 22 days

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🤍 ┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ ☁️ 𝓬𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐬𝐯𝐳𝐥 ┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ ☁️✧˖*°࿐

⤷ cupid, 18, she/her,middle eastern !!

mainly anime + video game but random people will show up lmao jjk, onepeice, seraph of the end ,bleach, mha/bnha, resident evil(all the games), cod, and jinx (the manhwa/bl) any character from these i will write for. jjk centric tho!!

-willing to write anything and everything! just ask (yes that does include smut nsfw,sfw,fluff ect)

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 !! 🎀

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xiaojuun · 2 years

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going to the hair salon so new set(s) coming laterrrrr 😙 stay hydrated bestays

#it’s been like 6 months since I got my bleach redone I’m ready to b platinum again it will fix me .#it’s a whole day affair tho so I’ll have a req posted later in the evening me time 🤓#erithoughts

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imjayjayjoestar · 9 days

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Need Request pls.

Yall im so bored.

#reqs open #demon slayer #the seven deadly sins #jjba #wally darling #bleach #Baki #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #please please please

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markdelonge · 10 months

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can you do an eminem hc in which his gf is in a band/ a rock artist?? strong gjrlboss vibes that matches his attitude :)

not my gif

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title: em's punk gf

req: yes

warnings: blood mention and cussing

eminem masterlist

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• alr so, she's prolly into punk

• dark blue hair and baggy clothes omg

• no one has ever seen her in a dress

• she's in a band too

• like a band that's as big as blink-182

• she can drum too

• ex drummer turned bass player omg

• huge stage presence, she walks on stage n the crowd goes crazy

• her and marsh met on the warped tour back in '99

• he had came up to her to ask if she was alright bc while she was on stage, she somehow busted her face open

• not really, but it was a big gash on her eyebrow

"yo, are you alright?" the bleach blonde went up to the bleeding girl.

"yea, i'll be fine, it's just a cut" she smiled

"y/n ... you're literally about to go get stitches" her bandmate chimed in

"yeah, but still, i'll be fine" she reassured.

"it's gonna make a dope scar, too" she joked, turning to the blonde guy.

"hey, you're that slim shady guy, right?" she asked, wiping some of the blood off of her eyelid with the back of her hand

"yeah" he half-smiled, still worried about the girl

"dope ... i like your music, i'm y/n" she introduced herself, sticking out her right hand that was covered in her blood before switching to the left one, which had none

"i'm marshall" the rapper shook her hand.

"are you sure you're good?" he asked once again

"yeah, i'll be fine, this happens a lot" she said while grabbing a towel to put on her wound

• the only shoes she wears are beat-up vans that has all her friends signature on it

• she looks like a skater but in reality she can't skate to save her life

• reappearing guest on jackass

• she has a lot of tattoos

• like amy winehouse type tats

• chipped nail polish

• she only ever paints her left hand nails because she's not left-handed and refuses to even try

• middle finger up in almost all her pictures

• anti-paparazzi

• she hates paparazzi

• and interviews

• mostly because they say shit like "why do you dress like a boy" "have u tried wearing clothes your size?" "are you dating one of your bandmates?" "are u gay?"

• she keeps a lot of her life in private (does that make sense?)

• like relationships n shit

• interviews like:

"so, we see that you hang out with eminem a lot"

"yeah, he's really cool"

"is there anything we should know?

"what do you mean by that?"

"like are you seeing each other?"

"why would that be something you need to know?"

"girl, just tell us! is there anything? do you have a crush on him?"

"no. do you?"

• she's in the punk rock genre but her favorite artists are mariah carey and beyonce

• marshall fell in love with her the day she sang an entire beastie boys album by heart

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thats all i got bye

#omg this literally took me 5 months #eminem imagine #eminem x reader #eminem imagines #marshall mathers imagines #marshall mathers x reader #marshall mathers #eminem #eminem is the queen of rap #slim shady #slim shady x reader #slim shady imagines

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luveline · 8 months

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Hi jade! I’ve been so enjoying your shy!reader fridays. if you are down for another req- Eddie and reader are at a party and she gets overstimulated/overwhelmed from the noise and he takes care of her someplace quiet? 🥺

hi, thank you for requesting!! I really think Eddie would give the best hugs when you're feeling down ♡ —Eddie reassures you after things get too much at a party. fluff, hurt/comfort. fem!reader, 1.6k

Sticky floor, cigarette smoke in the air. Every step you take pulls and every breath is sharp. Eddie smokes a cigarette by the open back door but there's no need, tens of hands hosting cigarettes held aloft across the room. The music is loud enough to cover the sound of dragging inhales, embers burning like little red lanterns in the dim light.

Someone smashes a bottle across the room. There's a raucous round of applause, to which the smashee bends at the waist for a low rolling bow. You want to smile at the joke but your ears are ringing, this odd feeling like a humming between your ears too much to deal with. You wore shoes that were tight at the toes because you wanted to wear the jeans Eddie likes and they were the only shoes that looked good, and that thought process alone had been exhausting, the hot stress of taking off and putting on in a rush.

When Eddie picked you up, he said, Hey, you look frazzled, babe. Which wasn't really the reaction you wanted. Not his fault. Not great either way.

Eddie meets your eye over the shoulder of some Jean jacket talking to him and gives you a send help sort of look. You laugh for show, awkward being so far away from him, probably on the brink of a mini meltdown. You need to not be in this room for a minute.

Your shoes hurt and stick to the floor as you stand. You cringe across the living room through a game of poker with Magic cards for chips, taking a right down the hall away from the noise to the front door. Morose, you pass it and climb the stairs. There's a blissfully empty bathroom waiting for you at the top.

You close the door and breathe a sigh of relief. You feel nauseous, like you need to lay down, but you settle for resting your weight on the cold porcelain of the sink basin, hands braced, flinching as the sink touches the small of your back. You're fed up with hot and cold and loud and sticky and messy.

Tracing the nooks and crannies of the bathroom, you wonder if it would be rude to smell their shower gels or rifle through the medicine cabinet. Definitely rude, you decide, but perhaps a necessary evil. You need a distraction or something. What you really want is to open the window and bail out now before you catch fire, but you don't trust your legs to not break.

A knock sounds against the door.

You cover your face in your hands, allowing yourself the drama of it as your favourite voice speaks, "Y/N? You in there?"

Eddie's voice is rough tonight from the smokes, and it tends to hover low when he's relaxed. There's a gritty quality to it that gives you shivers when he uses it against your skin, similar in a way to his hands. Callused, bitten nails, hard ridges of bones, but always gentle when they touch you. Or, usually. He's a stickler for rough-housing.

You wait too long to answer and panic. You could flush the toilet and feign calm, but then it drags too long, and Eddie says, "Hello?"

"Yeah," you say, hating yourself desperately for sounding strangled. You push down the handle and open the door.

Eddie stands in the slit of the door with a smile. He's always smiling when he sees you like you're something worth smiling about. It doesn't make much sense, but Eddie Munson doesn't make sense. Black clothes with rips and chains and beads, on his torso a bleach stained mess that was once a Metallica tour shirt, his legs a pair of jeans he had to sew back together when the side seam on his thigh split. You professed to liking that look, to his delight, and he promised to show you his thighs more often after that. One of the bracelets you made him months ago hangs from his wrist, too big, the embroidery thread you'd twisted into wonky hearts a sodden grey colour from his refusal to take it off in the shower.

"What are we doing in here?" he asks, raising a dark eyebrow.

"Wouldn't you like to know."

Eddie gives a performative look behind you and, upon seeing no suitors nor snacks, shrugs. "Whole lot of nothing, by the look. Where's your boyfriend?"

You squint at him playfully, "Off bothering some poor lark, I'm sure."

Eddie eases the door open to step into the bathroom with you. He sniffs unhappily at the strong bleach smell but quickly loses whatever qualm he has when his hands find your waist. "Don't call my girl a lark. What's that even mean?"

He kisses you with little fanfare in place of Hello. "You okay?" he asks, his hand sliding between the layers of your shirt and your jacket. It moves like it has a mind of its own, roving and rolling against the slope of your back. "I looked away for five seconds to stub out my smoke and you were gone. Kind of sick."

"Sorry," you say, "wanted to loot Ben's grandma. She has a treasure trove of pound cream in there that's gotta be worth like, sixty dollars."

"I don't believe for a second you looked in their medicine cabinet," Eddie says, though he untangles his arms from your waist to look anyway. The only thing in the cabinet is an extra tube of toothpaste under a layer of dust. "You liar."

"I know. I just wanted some quiet."

Eddie closes the cabinet, arm braced against the side of it as he sets his concern on you. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just… it was loud, and the smoke was getting in my eyes, and… Sorry, I know that's dumb."

His head dips slightly toward one shoulder. "That's not dumb. You get overwhelmed a lot." He gestures to you with his hand, the flat surface of a silver ring skating across the back of your arm where you've brought them to your stomach. "I don't care. Like, it doesn't matter, I didn't mean it like that."

"I don't mean to," you say quietly.

"Baby. Baby, I know," he says.

He opens his hands and offers them, giving you the option of more or less touch. You give him your hand, and while you aren't sure at first that you want it, his squeezing hold helps release some of the cruel tension twisted between your shoulders.

"It's loud, huh?" you ask, the floor beneath your feet vibrating in time to the drums.

"It's really loud. It's a lot." His thumb smooths over the back of your hand, more love in that one touch than some people have shown you your whole life. Eddie's always been like this, even when you weren't dating, dropping love at your feet like it didn't cost a thing. "You can come over, you know? Even if I look like I'm doing something I'm just waiting for you to come over. If you're not feeling it, I wanna be the first to know."

"I don't think I'm feeling it," you admit.

"You want a hug?" he asks.

You hug in the same way, hands vying for the other's waist, though his arms go over yours. You rest your cheek in the curve of his neck and breathe in a relieved sigh, his smell washing over you in a rosemary wave. He wears this rosemary and patchouli cologne religiously like Hendrix did. If it's good enough for him, he says. Eddie likes to spritz you with it if you're standing close enough to share the magic.

"You smell nice," you murmur.

"It's not too much, is it?" he asks, putting his head on yours.

"No. It's nice."

"Try to relax," he says, fingers massaging gently into the dip of your back like he can feel the tension. "We'll leave in a bit. I don't wanna drag you back into the pit if you're not feeling up to it today."

"I wore my bad shoes."

"I thought you did," he says. He rubs his nose into your forehead. "Why would you do that? You know they don't fit."

"Look nice with the jeans."

"I do love the jeans," Eddie confesses.

"I know you do."

"Oh, yeah? Don't tell me you wore your nice jeans for lil ole me. Sweetheart, I'm flattered."

You pinch him in warning.

He drops the salacious act in favour of a softer hug, holding his breath for a handful of long, languid seconds. "Aw, I love you," he says on the exhale. "You'll feel better in a minute, I promise. Soon as we get out of here, you can take your shoes off in the van and we'll go get dive bar curly fries to eat in silence."

"That sounds amazing," you say sheepishly.

Eddie encourages your head back to kiss the tip of your nose. "I know. I know you, babe. But I can't read your mind, so you need to tell me when you're overwhelmed. I can help you deal with it."

"Love you," you murmur.

He strokes your cheek with his thumb before both hands move down. He dusts off your shoulders, straightening your jacket.

"Ready to get out of here?" he asks.

You mirror his genial smile as he takes your hand to lead you back downstairs.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson scenario #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader

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arminsumi · 9 months

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i’ve had this dumb idea in my head for weeks where you really wanna dye ur hair blonde so you ask gojo what toner he uses to get his hair so perfectly white & how many times a month he has to bleach his roots and he’s like 🤨 wtf do u mean? and then he shows you his eyes for the first time and you see his white eyelashes and ur like HUH?

if this request is dumb don’t worry abt writing it 😭

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒꒱

GOJO x gn.reader

A/N: I THOUGHT ABT THIS REQ ALL DAY and just gave in and wrote it at 1 am instead of sleeping lol😭❤️ tysm anon bb i love ur mind

Wc: >700

Content; cheesy-ish fluff

Warnings; some flirting, nickname sweetheart used, a little suggestive at the end

arminsumi's library

He was in his office, making it seem like he was dedicated to his hard work by shuffling around important-looking documents across his desk. He totally wasn't doing a crossword puzzle out of boredom. He totally wasn't ecstatic to see his favorite student stop by his office.

"Gojo!"

"Nuh-uh, address me properly, sweetheart."

You rolled your eyes, not realizing that he could see right through that silken black fabric wrapped around his head. But because you were his favorite, he let your cute little eyeroll slide.

"Gojo-sensei." you corrected.

"Mmm?" he hummed as if to ask: what is it?

"So, I wanna dye my hair — and before I do, I wanna talk to you about it."

Awww, that flattered him so much. His heart lurched. "Oh? What color?"

"Blond — maybe platinum."

He imagined it for a moment, then replied. "Blond would look good on you, but I like your hair as it is..."

"Yeah yeah!" you waved dismissively at his compliment, not registering it as such. "so, what toner should I use?"

"Uhhh — I don't know?"

"Well what toner do you use? Your hair always looks pristinely white, seems like you know how to maintain the color right. Does it cost a lot? And, can bleaching make my hair fall out? Oh, do you use special shampoos too? And, how often do you have to bleach your roots?"

Through this flood of confusing questions that you dumped on him all at once, his face just said... what are you on about lol

"I don't dye my hair..."

"What...?"

He let out a little chuckle.

"Come here. Lemme show you something."

You confusedly drew closer to where he sat with his one leg crossed over the other. The noon light illuminated the drifting dust behind him, backlighting his fluffy mess of hair.

"Closer, closer — don't be shy now." he encouraged with a playful sultriness.

This was definitely the closest you had been to him. Excepting that one time he engulfed you in a welcome-back hug at the airport.

"Lift my blindfold up." he commanded simply.

"What?" You blushed. You blushed WILDLY.

He chuckled as if he was a cheeky high school boy playing a prank.

"Just lift it up."

So you slowly — very slowly — slipped a timid finger under his blindfold, your skin feeling ignited as it glided across the soft, warm skin of his cheekbones.

Taking his blindfold off felt like... well, it's an inappropriate comparison, but it felt like you were undressing him. He could feel your energy flowing more turbulently — ahem, in other words, he could feel you getting more nervous because of this situation that he threw you into.

It was laughable how dramatically everything stopped when you peeled up his blindfold.

Blue. No, an infinite blue. You felt like you fell into his irises. Oh... and also, you noticed... white lashes and white brow hairs. Huh.

"Woah... woah that's..."

"All natural, baby." he grinned like a jackass.

It was hard to form a coherent thought because of those eyes.

"I see... so... 'guess I'll just go ask someone else about toner and stuff." you said laughingly.

"Mhm."

You had a question on the tip of your tongue. One obvious and stupid, but you surprisingly hadn't asked it before.

"Can you see through your blindfold...?"

"Obviously. You didn't know that?" He chuckled.

You felt your cheeks sear with blush. The heat reached your jawline and ears. That was so embarrassing for some reason.

"I'm so sorry about the eyerolls."

"I'll let it slide, 'cause you're my favorite student." he winked.

Whatever mush was left of your brain completely evaporated when he winked at you. Your teacher just giggled like a cheeky teenager and lowered his blindfold again.

When you were about to leave his office for the store before closing time, you stopped at the door and looked back at him.

"So... wait a minute..."

"Hm?" he hummed.

"If you can see through your blindfold... then can you see through my — never mind!"

You stopped mid sentence and scampered away like a mouse. Gojo just roared with a hearty laugh and lightly blushed. He never did answer that question.

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niki-phoria · 10 months

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⋆｡°✩ p1h reaction - sweet moments with them

includes: established relationship, mentions of reader being athletic, mentions of migraines. use of jagi

a/n: dedicating this post to the lovely @sunoooism <33 ty for helping me get into piwon bestie. i'm still debating whether or not i want to start taking reqs for them but i've had this idea for a while so i figured i would post it

feedback is always appreciated <33

gn reader (no pronouns used)

⋆｡°✩ theo - waking up together

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sunlight streaming in through your windows causes you to stir awake early in the morning. you shift to lay on your side, smiling at the sight of theo curled up against your side. his arm remains gingerly laying against your waist the way it was the night before.

you reach up, carefully adjusting his fringe so the hair is no longer in his eyes. the strands feel soft against your fingers despite the years of continuous bleaching and dying.

theo stirs slightly at the feeling, making you freeze in your movements. to your relief, he lets out a small sigh before his body relaxes against the pillows once again. you softly smile as you continue to carefully twist his hair between your fingers to pass the time.

“you’re so handsome,” you finally whisper into the quiet. “and you’re kind. you’re the most important person in my life. i can’t imagine being without you. i just… i think i’m in love with you.”

“i love you too.” you freeze, eyes widening as theo blinks awake. he softly smiles, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek. he strokes his thumb against your skin before he leans in to pepper fleeting kisses against your skin.

⋆｡°✩ keeho - he sings for you

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“babe?” keeho asks as he slowly pushes your bedroom door open. you simply groan in response, body still curled up underneath one of his blankets. he furrows his eyebrows as he enters the room, carefully shutting the door behind him. it does little to block any noise from echoing throughout the dorm, but you appreciate the gesture nonetheless. he sits down on the edge of the bed as he carefully pushes the blanket down just enough to expose your face. “what’s wrong?”

“migraine.” the word is little more than a mumble. you wince; your eyes screw shut as another wave of pain hits you.

“i’m sorry honey,” keeho whispers. “can i do anything to help?”

you shift just enough to make room on the bed beside you before patting the sheets. “sing for me?”“anything for you.” keeho stifles a small chuckle as he slides underneath the blankets, propping himself up under his elbow. he gently rubs his fingers against your temples in an attempt to soothe your migraine before he softly begins singing. “‘cause all of me loves all of you. loves your curves and all your edges, all your perfect imperfections.”

⋆｡°✩ jiung - him waiting up for you

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you quietly enter the dorms with the spare key jiung had given you. you slip your shoes off by the front door before walking further into the dorm towards a small light source.

you find jiung laying on the dorm couch; his body is sprawled out along the cushions and an unfamiliar drama plays on the living room tv. you stifle a small chuckle at the sight as you walk around to grab the remote and switch it off. now immersed in darkness, you kneel down next to your still-sleeping boyfriend before carefully shaking him awake.

“jiung,” you whisper. “jagi.”

he startles slightly as he wakes up, blinking rapidly in an attempt to help his eyes adjust to the darkness. he rubs the sleepiness from his eyes before he squints at you. “y/n?”

“hi honey,” you chuckle. “what are you doing out here so late?”

jiung sits up on the couch, slowly stretching his body out. “i was waiting up for you.”

you softly smile, reaching a hand out to help him stand. “you shouldn’t have.”

“but i wanted to.” jiung smiles as he leans in to press a kiss against your temple.

“thank you,” you whisper, pulling him into a sweet kiss. “come on. let’s go to bed.”

⋆｡°✩ intak - playing soccer together

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“hey, look!” intak startles slightly as you eagerly tug him along with you towards a field near the park. a soccer ball lays on the terf in the center of the fake grass, complete with two goal posts at either end.

you momentarily let go of intak’s hand - much to his disappointment - to jog towards the ball. you laugh as you begin to kick the ball around, easily maneuvering it with your foot. “you wanna play a few rounds?”

“okay,” intak shakes his head despite the way his lips quirk upwards into a small smile as he jogs around to the opposite side of the field. “but don’t hold a grudge when i kick your ass.”

“whatever you say,” you laugh.

he slips his thick hoodie off before setting it on the grass beside the field. you begin running as you kick the ball along, aiming for the goal post. intak is quick to react, blocking the ball before he kicks it towards your side. to your dismay, the ball effortlessly rolls in before slamming against the back net.

“yes!” intak cheers, throwing his hands up in victory.

“that was only one goal,” you playfully huff.

intak snakes his arms around your waist, tugging you backwards into his chest. “loser,” he teases.

⋆｡°✩ soul - playing with his hair

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you quietly enter soul’s room, carefully shutting the door behind yourself. his body lays hunched over the small desk in the corner; his head rests on top of his arm. a few of his korean textbooks have been pushed to the side. a dim lamp in the corner is the only source of light, casting a gentle golden glow across the small space.

you softly smile to yourself as you make your way over to your still-sleeping boyfriend. soul stirs as you rest a hand against his shoulder to gently shake him awake. “hey,” you whisper. “jagi.”

he tiredly blinks up at you as he sits up, rubbing a hand against the back of his neck. “what time is it?” he mumbles.

“late.” your hand just barely ghosts against his back as you coax him to his feet before you guide him over to his bed. “come on. let’s go to bed.”

soul nods, all but collapsing underneath the covers. you slide under the blankets beside him as he curls up against your side. you softly smile at the sight, slowly raking your hand through his disheveled locks. he lets out a content sigh as you twist the strands between your fingers. “i love you,” he mumbles.

“i love you too, soul.”

⋆｡°✩ jongseob - he teaches you how to skate

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jongseob smiles as you grip onto his hands before taking a shaky step onto his skateboard. he intertwines your fingers together, letting you lean against him for support as you begin maintaining your balance. “don’t worry,” he says. “i’ve got you.”

you bite your lip as you glance back down at the ground - a nervous habit jongseob had noticed after knowing you for so long. “hey,” he whispers, catching your attention. his hand slips out of yours momentarily to carefully lift your chin up so you’re looking into his eyes. “i’m here. i won’t let anything happen to you.”

you take a shaky breath in an attempt to calm yourself down before nodding. “okay.”

jongseob carefully steps to the side as he slowly begins to roll the board along the sidewalk. his hands hesitantly release yours the further you go until he lets go entirely.

his happiness grows when you look up at him with a bright smile of your own, waiting for the board to naturally stop before you excitedly step off. “i did it!” jongseob chuckles as you step off of the board to pull him into a hug.

his arms instinctively wrap around your waist as he presses a chaste kiss against your cheek. “you did it, jagi.”

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zhng96 · 9 months

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8:12PM — shen ricky

↳ req: this may be kind of specific butttttt can u do a ricky onehsot where he’s been busy w work and he forgot that he has a date w u, and he arrives late then the rest is up to uu

↳ pairing: shen quanrui x gn!reader

↳ warnings: angst to fluff!! also comfort lolll, reader feel insecure at the beginning, ricky misses a date

perm taglist (open): @tzuberry @hrtattcker @yueriots @neohyxn @avocarua @dwcljh

ricky has never been anything short of a great boyfriend. he was attentive, cared so much about you and showed through his affectionate words, constantly checked up on you and all in all made you feel every ounce of love you deserved- today was just... an off day.

you knew that he was busy; when they called, he had to answer. but a promise is also a promise, and this has been the very first time that he's broken one.

there you sat, dateless at a fancy restaurant in the downtown area of the city.

despite knowing that ricky could easily afford to take you here, you found it quite hard to fit in. your eyes darted around the restaurant, finding well-cleaned-up families, and women with hundred-dollar dresses, with their dates who dressed along the same price tag.

a sudden guilt errodes your brain- ricky was the only reason you were able to make a reservation here, where you leaching off of your boyfriend? albeit the hurt caused by the man in question due to missing your date, the thought still consumes you whole and eats up at your concious.

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nodding to yourself, you finally take a stand and walk around the circular table meant for two- which only ended up sitting one for about an hour. you give a curt yet embarassing nod to the waiter, whose eyes lingered on your figure, their pitious gaze punctured your being as she continued to watch you walk out of their restuarant shamefully.

hailing a cab over, you open the door before thanking him, hopping into the backseat and sheepishly telling him your address.

as if the driver knew of your current predicament, he keeps glancing at the rear view mirror, causing you to shift uncomfortably in your spot. you could sense the burning question lighting up the tip of his tongue but also the hesitation that singed his lips.

however, he chose against asking the question, making you forever grateful.

stopping in front of your complex, you thank him, handing him over your cash before leaving. the breath of fresh air once you exit offers no relief and you sluggishly walk through your entrance and into the elevator to make it home.

just as excited as you were to go on this date, you were now just as excited to jump into bed and sleep your emotions away- but your were met with a familiar face as the elevator doors slide open.

a bleach blonde makes it's way into your vision as the elevator doors slide open and ricky looks at you in shock.

seeing the way his tie is messily done, a pinch of his shirt untucked from his pants and his face in distress- every emotion crashes through your body all at once.

"oh." was all you could muster as you try to fight the tears that rimmed your eyes.

"yn, i'm so sorry. i tried to come, i was just on my way- i'm so sorry you had to wait that long-" his apologies were quickly cut off by you stepping through the passageway of the elevator, taking his torso into an embrace.

he tenses for a brief moment before relaxing, his arms circling around the upper half of your frame.

"you made me wait for an hour... the waiters even knew what happened and i didn't have to tell them... my taxi driver too... god, it's so embarrassing."

the blonde winces at your sobs, his guilt now overflowing- every sob adds another ounce of guilt into his veins.

"i'm so sorry..." you pull away and nod, trying to calm your rapidly beating heart. you turn to press the button of your floor before moving away from him.

sniffling, you refuse to make eye contact with him, "let's just head to bed..."

"hey, wait, yn let's talk about this..." before he can try to pull you in again, the door opens, revealing your floor and you walk out of the elevator.

juggling through your keys, ricky struggles to keep up as you rush through the halls towards your apartment. finally finding the right key, you walk up to your door, stick the key in and swing the door open.

surprisingly, you hold the door open for the distressed boy and he finally manages to catch you. the door slams as no one is there to gently close it, and his hand wraps around your wrist delicately.

"don't do this.." he calls, his eyebrows furrowing as he looked at you, concern threading through his features.

"do what?" you mumble avoidantly, trying to pry your wrist out of his grip.

"don't dismiss your feelings. tell me how it hurt, and tell me what i can do to fix it."

the two of you stand there for a moment and you shift on your feet uncomfortably at the silence.

he nods at you, trying to fish your emotions out and you lick your lips before huffing, "it hurt a lot."

you cringed at the sound of your voice cracking but with his comforting gaze, you found it hard to stop yourself, "even though it's not your fault you weren't allowed to leave, and technically neither was the pity that the taxi driver and waitress gave me, and that it was also your first time you missed a date... it still really hurt. honestly... i'm also embarrased. i didn't belong in that fancy restaurant, i only go there because of you... you can afford it, and that makes me feel like i'm leaching off of you..."

"yn..." at the sight of you looking away, ricky grabs your other hand to keep your attention on him.

"i take you there because i want to, not because i feel like i have to. you leaching off of me is never what i intended to make you feel like- neither was making you feel like you weren't worthy enough to be in that restaurant. if you feel more comfortable, we can start going to cafe's.. all i want is for you to be happy..."

"no, ricky... i'm happy wherever i go with you, i just... i guess i felt insecure in the moment- and getting stood up kind off added to that i guess..."

ricky cringes at your confession, "alright... how can i make it up to you?"

"js' being here with me is fine..." you sigh, finally looking up to lock eyes with him.

"you sure?"

"yeah... just try not to miss another date..."

“trust me, i’ll never let it happen again.”

navi. mlist.

#. . . 🖋️ zhng’s prose #zb1 fluff #zb1 x reader #zerobaseone x reader #zb1 #zerobaseone #shen ricky x reader #shen quanrui x reader #ricky zb1 x reader #zb1 ricky x reader #zb1 imagine

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dublinskeetz · 4 months

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i’d love for you to write something about elijah hewson!!! 🩷🩷🩷

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hiii ofc!! so since i did a smau x written fic for bobby i decided to do a full smau, hope thats ok with u! also i added some f1 babies in here cs why not JAJA. and by all means lovies, send more reqs!!! ♡

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 - 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘫𝘢𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘸𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢'𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 - 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘫𝘰𝘴𝘩, 𝘳𝘺𝘢𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣��𝘣𝘣𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘶𝘱

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brittscafe · 15 days

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AHHH REQS ARE OPEN-

Can I pls request some more subby bleach men 🫠🫠🫠 < byakuya, jushiro, Shinji, and whoever else u want to add 😊😊😊>

ofcc <3

Byakuya:

I mean come on...he's def more on the submissive side 👀

Def likes being called a good boy.

Byakuya really likes to worship and cherish you.

Will kiss you from foot all the way up to your head, holding eye contact with you as he does it.

The hair on his spine rises up when you run your hand down his back, any touch from you has his heart racing.

He likes to get his hair pulled as you whisper dirty things into his ear.

I can't really see Byakuya liking to get pegged (maybe he'll try it once, but doesn't really like it)

Goes absolutely wild if you tease him, refusing to let him cum as you squeeze the red, raging tip of his cock.

Becomes a heavy panting mess, trying to not let moans slip out of his lips as he bucks his hips up, wanting more.

He likes taking things slow and holds intense eye contact with you, loving as the pleasure builds up inside of him.

Soft moans leaving his mouth, eyes crinkling shut as he can't handle it anymore, releasing and finally getting a rush of pleasure that he's wanted.

Jushiro:

Submissive is his middle name, let's be honest.

We all know that if you demanded for Jushiro to get on his knees for you, he would obey.

Honestly, he loves to be a sub in bed.

His cheeks turn bright red when a whimper slips out and he gets a little embarrassed.

Jushiro makes such cute little noises in bed as you pleasure him in such delightful ways.

He likes to be super obedient and does whatever you ask of him.

Whimpers and has his mouth dropped open, head leaning back as you pleasure him.

He's very flustered and listens to every word you say, nodding and paying such close attention to you.

Jushiro's eyes roll back into his head when you tease him, slowly inching him closer and closer to his release.

He'll beg to cum, panting heavily, his chest going up and down.

Def squirms and bucks his hips up when he finally releases, grabbing onto your hand and squeezing it.

Shinji:

Def likes to whimper and be loud and whiny in bed.

Isn't ashamed to be super loud in bed.

Honestly, I can see Shinji liking to be pegged; panting and whimpering as he's on all fours for you.

He likes beg for you and loves how happy it makes you.

Is the kind of person to get down on all fours for you at anytime (you don't even have to ask)

Honestly, Shinji is really kinky and he would love to get tied up, squirming as you pleasure him.

Likes to be called a good boy and be praised, but he also likes to be degraded.

Straight up tells you what he wants and he's not the least bit ashamed of it.

Lets out breathy chuckles every once in a while if your hand runs over or squeezes a sensitive part.

Bites down his lip, trying to control himself as he's getting closer.

Absolutely goes crazy as he reaches his climax, a panting, moaning mess and he grips onto any part of you that he can.

Digging his nails into your skin and curling his toes.

He's just a submissive mess for you.

#bleach #byakuya kuchiki #jushiro ukitake #shinji hirako #bleachanime #bleach imagines #bleach headcanons #bleach anime #bleach x reader #bleach x you #bleach x y/n #byakuya x you #byakuya kuchiki x you #kuchiki byakuya #jushiro x reader #jushiro ukitake x reader #ukitake jushiro x reader #shinji hirako bleach #bleach shinji hirako

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snowflakeanimelover · 1 year

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Helloo, I'm really excited to req to you again! (until now I didn't have any req ideas..). May I req HCs of “Man. I was hoping you'd fall asleep in my arms.”, GN reader with Hirako (Bleach), Yato (Noragami), Edward (Fullmetal Alchemist) please? So maybe the movies could be the boring/not interested one he chose/picked but reader become invested in watching it that they ignore him?

Ahh im glad you like my writing :) Sorry this came out late!

Prompt HCs(Shinji Hirako/Yato/Edward Elric)

Prompt: “Man. I was hoping you’d fall asleep in my arms.”

Shinji Hirako

He really didn’t expect you to be so invested in such a dull movie. He picked it on purpose, expecting you to be bored out of your mind and fall asleep in his arms.

A coward he may be, but clever nonetheless. If he was too shy to tell you how he felt, then why not figure out a way to get you to fall for him?

But, when the fall doesn’t happen, he turns to find you very concentrated in the movie.

That's when he had no choice but to push.

“Man. I was hoping you’d fall asleep in my arms.” He tried to sound bored, glancing here and there at you.

He thought he didn’t get a reaction from you, but after a few long minutes, you’re looking right at him with wide eyes. He returned the look, concerned if what he said was something he shouldn’t have said. He wasn’t expecting such a face from you.

“What?” He asks you.

“W-well…um…I just wasn’t expecting that from you,” you mumble, “w-were you trying to get me to do that?”

Shinji looked away in embarrassment, scratching his chin nervously. “I mean…it was an attempt. Did it work?”

Your face was red, making him smirk in slight victory. “Uh…it does sound appealing.”

He opens his arms for you to rest on his chest. He couldn't be anymore happier, knowing that he managed to get you in his arms.

Yato

It was selfish, he knows, but he couldn’t keep it to himself any longer. As much as he cares for you, he just never found the time to admit how much he loves you to your face. So, he figured this just might do the trick.

To his surprise, though, he finds you so invested in the movie that was supposed to be boring for you.

He knows you to be the type to fall asleep if you were to get bored, so he for sure knew this would work. Apparently, he didn’t know you as well as he thought.

“Man…I was hoping you’d fall asleep in my arms.” He mumbled to himself. But he didn’t realize he said it aloud to where you could hear. He watched your eyes slightly widen as you watched the TV, slowly turning your head to him.

“H-huh?” You gasp lightly.

He already dug himself, might as well continue. “I mean…that’s uh…if you wanted to…?” Smooth, Yato. Real smooth.

You smiled and chuckled at his weird behavior. But you nodded and instinctively yawned. “Sure.”

He couldn’t feel anymore happier in his life. He couldn’t believe it actually worked, and he forsees his future to use this tactic whenever there was a good opportunity.

Edward Elric

Television was always something boring in daily life. To Edward, at least. He’d rather go around and chase bad people or train than sit and watch something. But such an opportunity couldn’t be missed.

As often as his little brother nags him for never telling you his feelings, he feels pretty proud of himself at this moment. That is, until you didn’t fall asleep like he was hoping.

I couldn’t stop staring at you as you watched the television so intently. How could you like news on crime going around town on a night like this? He simply couldn’t understand you, but that's why he loves you.

Soon enough, you caught him staring at you. “What? Is there something on my face?”

He quickly cleared his throat, finally taking his eyes off of you. “Well….to be honest…I was hoping you'd fall asleep in my arms.”

“What?” You deadpan. This was not like the Edward you knew. If anything, he’d have training on his mind instead of someone he cares about. “What’s gotten into you?”

Now, he had to think of something. Of course, he didn’t have the guts to tell you his feelings at this moment, so instead, he thought of something else. “I just…I have a lot on my mind and need comfort.” He declares, head held high as if he is proud of something.

You raised your eyebrow. You weren't sure whether to believe him, but it isn’t really too far from the truth. As much as he’s gone through, it’s not surprising that he would need comfort here and there. With a sigh, you let yourself fall onto his shoulder. “Better?” You ask him as you slowly grow more comfortable leaning on him.

He nods slowly, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “Y-Yeah…”

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mythicalmyles · 1 year

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— req,

i had a dream about this the other day and it's been on my mind every since, so now you get whatever this is (sorry in advance?)

reader has a playful love-hate relationship with one of the creepypastas. always bantering with each other and making inappropriate jokes to one another, trying to get under the others skin. one night though, they both decide to take it to the next level, hands almost always on each other, touching and feeling the other up. they're always very playful with each other so the others don't play much mind to it, but it sends (name) 's mind REELING and wanting for more. later that night after everyone's heading off, he scurries off to his room, slamming the door behind himself and getting in bed, shoving his hand into his pants as he turns and lies on his stomach, the bottom of his shirt in his mouth as he grinds into his hand, the other playing with his nipples. soft moans leave his mouth, whining at the thought to have other's hands on him again, to have anyone on him at this point. he's so needy and hot at this point that the sound of the door opening and closing again doesn't even register in his mind until he feels someone grinding up against his ass as he's grinding into the palm of his hand, bottom half of his shirt in mouth; completely vulnerable and open at this person's mercy.

this has been KILLING me. seriously myth, it's been consuming me whole since i've dreamt of it. honestly not even sure what i want in this one tbh. thigh grinding though 👀 maybe some praise kink cause ive been a good boy lately. ++ not too sure who i want this to be tbh?? masky n helen came to mind but hhhhhbgnfg. go crazy with this one please i BEG. thanks again myth <3 hope you're well btw!!

– 💤 anon

hehe

(Name) sniggered as Masky growled at him, his words pissing him off. (Name) couldn’t deny a part of him got off on pissing off the older male, the fact Masky could easily pick him up and launch him across the room if he really wanted to also spurred on (Name). He knew he was playing with fire at this point but he couldn’t stop. Every insult Masky hurled at him sent his blood coursing and stomach twisting.

“You’re such a cheap little whore.” Masky barged past (Name) as the smallers laugh echoed through the halls, chasing him.

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(Name) wrinkled his nose at the sight of Masky, sat laying back on the sofa covered in blood. “I have to clean that.” (Name) growled out at he scowled at the lazing male. “Only thing you’re good for is being a little bitch.” (Name) huffed and barged through the kitchen door to grab some bleach and an old cloth.

He shoved Masky’s feet off the table and began trying to remove the crusted blood from the surface. “You look good on your knees too.” Masky teased, pressing his foot against (Names) back and shoving him against the table. “Hmm, look good like that too.” (Name) flushed and shoved himself up and away, glaring as he left the room. He tried his best to ignore the twinge in his cock, the feeling of Masky’s foot pressing against his back imprinted into his mind.

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(Name) wearily gazed at the bottle Masky held out to him, eyes searching him. Masky snorted and shook his head. “Fuckin take it. Sorry.” (Name) nodded and took a drink. “You trying to get me loose?” He chuckled as he gazed into brown eyes. “If i wanted you i would have you bent over that table right now.” Masky’s voice was flat and sounded like a promise, (Name) fought off the disappointment as he began drinking straight from the bottle.

(Name) choked as he pushed the bottle away from his mouth, Masky’s laugh booming in his ears. “Pussy.” (Name) could tell the larger was smirking despited his hazed gaze that swayed as he moved. “Fuck off.” He muttered as he made his way to the couch, flopping down onto it. (Names) mind swirled and he felt himself bounce as Masky threw himself down next to him, so close their legs were pressed together.

(Name) shook off the heat building in his stomach, hands rubbing his arms. “I uh, have stuff to do tomorrow i should sleep.” He mumbled out as he quickly got up and made his way to his room, the bulge in his jeans growing more noticeable.

(Name) wasn’t a big drinker but he’d chugged more then he should have. Part of him hoped it would shake the imagine of Masky bending him over, unfortunately his thoughts just got more creative. (Names) body felt like it was on fire once he finally made it to his door, yanking his jeans down as he barged through the door.

(Name) dropped onto the edge of his bed as his hand slid down his jeans, wrapping around his cock. He whined as he fisted his cock, it didn’t feel like enough this time. He bit his lip as he tried to imagine it was Masky’s hand, he shoved the bottom of his shirt into his mouth, head falling back as his hand began playing with one of his nipples. Desperate whines fell from (Names) lips as he bucked into his hand. A sudden moan left him as he felt someone grind against his ass, eyes widening as he soaked his shirt in drool. “You really are a slut, probably didn’t even need the drink in you.” Masky’s voice was deep and dominant, sending shivers running through (Names) spine.

(Name) let out a surprised noise but before another thought could cross his mind Masky wrapped his arms around his waist, holding (Name) tight as he ground into his ass. Masky's mouth was hot against the back of his neck, shivers running through his body as Masky's hands groped at his body. "M-Masky." (Name) whimpered out, Masky stilling before gripping harder and rutting his hips. “Good boy, just like that.”

Masky’s hand gripped his hair, pulling his head back and quickly attached his lips to (Names) neck. Masky relished in each moan he drew from (Name), hands quickly making their way across his body. (Name) could barley comprehend any thought as Masky’s mouth bit into his neck while grinding his hips into (Name).

(Name) felt like the oxygen had been ripped from his lungs, the searing heat of Masky’s mouth driving him insane. The way Masky’s hands ripped down his bottoms had his mind spinning, Masky’s warm hands spreading his ass. Masky’s thumb rubbed against his hole and whines flew threw his lips, pushing himself back onto the finger. “Please.” (Name) begged in an airy voice, Masky chuckling at his antics.

“Maybe i can fuck that attitude out of you.” (Name) didn’t have to see his face to know he was smirking, (Name) heard a wet pop before Masky slid a finger into him. A choked moan drawing out as (Name) bit his lip and pushed himself against Masky’s finger, the slide of Masky’s digit making him quiver.

“Pl-please.” (Name) begged as Masky began fingering him, quick to slide a second digit into him. “F-fuck, Masky.” (Name) moaned out as Masky began scissoring him and stretching him open.

“Fuck, such a whore.” Masky groaned out, unable to take his eyes off of (Name). Masky impatiently pulled his fingers out, grabbing (Name) and pulling him so he was sat on Masky’s lap. “I need to be in you i cant wait.” Masky mumbled out as he pushed himself into (Names) hole, relishing in the loud moan of pain that left him.

“Such a pretty boy, should’ve done this earlier.” Masky’s voice was airy, the feeling of (Names) tight hole enveloping his cock and driving him mad. (Name) moaned loudly with every bounce on Masky’s cock, the larger males hands helping him. Masky’s hand suddenly slapped against his ass, causing him to yelp as a stinging sensation filled his ass.

“G-god Masky, pleasee.” (Name) drawled out as pleasure filled his mind, the feeling of Masky’s cock slamming into him was delicious. With every slide of Masky’s cock his prostate was hit, leaving him a drooling begging mess.

“Look so pretty stuffed with my cock.” Masky growled out as his thrusts sped up, slamming as deep and quick as he could. “You better not act like this with anyone.” Masky’s voice was possessive, speeding up his thrusts so fast (Name) thought Masky might actually throw his back out.

“P-promise! No one else.” (Name) choked out between moans as pleasure filled every inch of his body, tightening himself around Masky and relishing in his deep moans. “Gonna fill you up pretty boy.” (Names) mind blanked, begging as he ground himself back onto Masky.

(Name) couldn’t think, his orgasm fast approaching. A loud scream was torn from his throat, eyes rolling as he shot cum up his own stomach. Masky growled out as he felt (Name) tighten around him, slamming himself fast and deep as his own orgasm took over his mind. He shot his cum as deep as he could, nails digging into (Names) sides and leaving crescent moons behind.

They both flopped down onto the bed, Masky crushing (Name) for a moment as their sweaty bodies lay there huffing and panting. “We’re doing this again.” Masky murmured as he rolled over, wrapping his sweaty arms around (Name).

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hii!! can i req a chen kuanjui. So basically reader and kuanjui have been dating for a long time and they basically got into boys planet tgthr (reader is in g grp) so this is set during the artist battle and reader got kicked out of over me and ended in supercharger so i was wondering mayb a angst to fluff (?) of like during when the reader is getting kicked?!?. Im so sorry if this is abit confusing 😢😢 i appreciate your writing so so much and i hope you have a wonderful dayy!!

It was only just a dream

pairing: chen kuanjui x g group reader

genre: canonverse, angst, fluff, slight humour, hurt-comfort ish

tw/tags: longtime relationship, codependency/attachment issues, implied intimacy, sharing beds, kuanjui being a little too optimistic, arguing, crying, zhang hao is mother, lots of kisses, threats, someone give haruto an oscar, much drama like a lot

wc: 2495

summary: one of you has to go but it doesn’t seem like kuanjui realises that.

a/n omg anon that wasn't confusing at all!!! i think...lol i hope i was able to get what u were going for~ this is the first sort of angst i think i touched on for this fandom and honestly i think i did better than i expected (maybe the dialogue gets a little too dramatic tho hehe idk) and it was pretty fun to write so i really hope you like it! also prolly the last fic i put out this week since i've got a deadline on mon so we need priorities~

Check my pinned for more fics~

You and Kuanjui have always been a matched set. Coming to Korea to join the company at the same time, scores always one after the other at trainee evaluations, confessing to each other, sneaking kisses and sharing beds at the dorm, even leaving Yuehua together.

Both of you auditioned for Boys Planet and it was about the same. Getting all-stars at the level test and then dropping to three-stars at the signal song. Keita calling his name for Kill this Love team and yours following soon after. As soon as he sees that you’ve picked the song, Kuanjui chooses “Butterfly” without a second thought.

“It’s like you’re one person.” Zhang Hao jokes whenever he sees the two of you mirroring each other’s stretches.

“We basically have an extra bed.” Min tells Keita after he flees his own room to escape Matthew and Zhang Hao’s symphony of snores. You’re fast asleep, snuggled up to Kuanjui on the top bunk.

“It’s for your own good.” Cong and Brian tell Junseo after he asks why you and Kuanjui get the room with the extra bed when it’s become obvious enough to the whole camp that you and Kuanjui always sleep in one bed.

Most of the G-group trainees have already walked in on both of you twisted into some position that: 1. They didn’t know the human body was capable of bending into and 2. Made them want to go pour bleach into their eyes.

Even during eliminations, your ranks are called one after the other. Not even minutes after letting go of each other’s hand do you stand side by side on the stage to give your thank you speeches and then walk up the stairs to take your seats, hand in hand once again. It’s almost like it’s been rigged, you joke sometimes when you’re away from the camera.

Kuanjui just sighs, holds you closer and drops a kiss on your forehead.

“Maybe the Star Creators just like us too much together to keep us apart.”

And maybe Kuanjui is right, when you both, once again, end up in Over Me together. The Star Creators have decided once again to keep you together. But there’s a sense of dread growing in the pit of your stomach. The eliminations come again, your rank follows Kuanjui, one after the other. You’re both safe but you know you aren’t safe enough for when the next round rolls in, beds emptying, the camp getting quieter. Only the Top 18 goes to the finale and your ranks are still languishing in the 20s.

“We’ll make it,” Kuanjui whispers to you as you curl up in the sheets that night. “We’ll go to the finale together and we’ll debut together.”

It’s a nice dream, you think as his arms wrap around you, burying his face into your neck. Eyes growing heavy, you can only hold him as you drift off. Two bodies tangled together. Maybe in your sleep, there’s a future where that does happen, where you both get to live out your dreams for the next 2 and a half years together.

Still, sooner or later, you’ll have to wake up.

There’s a tension in the air, the morning after eliminations.

Along with the 8 other surviving members of Over Me, you’re seated in a semicircle, Kuanjui holding your hand and Keita on the other side.

“In the previous season,” Jongwoo, your leader, starts. “They made the decision by voting.”

All of you were well aware. Kuanjui squeezes your hand and you squeeze back. From the other end of the semicircle, you catch Zhang Hao’s eyes. He stares at your intertwined hands and then at you. You nod slightly when you’re sure Kuanjui isn’t watching.

Both of you knew what you were going to do and it wasn’t going to go down nicely.

A little later, the trainees from Switch and Supercharger walk in.

“If we pick someone, they have to join us without resisting.”

All of you react, Kuanjui pulling you to hide behind your fellow members. There’s a little back and forth banter before they tell you that they’re not actually there to choose and your group does need to vote people out. After they leave the room, you all sit back down, the tension returning with a vengeance. Everyone begins to appeal to themselves.

“The song really suits me. I want to do it.” Ricky states.

“I created the rap part at the beginning of the second verse,” Jeonghyeon points out.

“I really poured my everything into it; The costume, stage design, choreography and structure. We just need to keep going with them.” Jongwoo says so passionately that you’re almost swayed by it. Almost.

But Kuanjui had told you what he, Zhang Hao and Ricky discussed last night and it wasn’t looking good for your leader. Honestly this wasn’t going to end without someone’s feelings getting hurt. Whether they ended up staying or leaving.

It comes down to the decision not of who should be voted out but who each member thinks should stay, apart from themselves. You write your picks quickly, not even needing to stop and reconsider.

Everyone sits back down, prepared with their list of names. The moment of truth.

“The first one I thought of was Jay. The next one is Zhang Hao”

“Ricky.”

“Jeonghyeonie.”

“Jay.”

“Chen Kuan Jui.”

“Lee Jeonghyeon.”

Once. Your name is called once and it’s obviously when Kuanjui reads off his list, already visibly shaken by the fact that it’s only his name and not yours that he hears from everybody else. You steel your expression into placid acceptance, avoiding your boyfriend’s gaze.

“Jui. Jay. Jeonghyeonie. Ricky. Hao. It’s those five.” Jongwoo sums it up, the disappointment in his voice as clear as the look on Kuanjui’s face when you finally turn to him.

As the four of you who've been voted out make to stand up, Kuanjui does faster than all of you. Before anyone can stop him, he’s already dragging you out of the room, opening the door of the studio so swiftly that the trainees waiting outside jump and pulling you into the bathroom before they can say anything.

He snatches the mics off your sweatshirts. Now you’re just there, staring at each other. You and Kuanjui barely fight but you already know that this is going to be uglier than any of your petty quarrels.

“I’ll talk to Hao-

“Baobei, no-”

“Jongwoo-hyung can stay and-”

“No, I-”

“We can join Supercharger together-”

“Jui-”

“Or Switch, whatever you want-”

“Kuanjui.” He finally looks at you. “I have to go.”

“We can go together…” He protests.

“No, that’s unfair to you.”

“It’s not-”

“It is, Jui, it is.” You insist. “Look, I talked with Hao, I knew only one of us would get to stay and it was going to be you. You- you need this. You fit the song so well. We know it. The whole team knows it, that’s why they voted for you. You need to do Over Me, you need the votes. Hell, if you can get the bonus, even better.”

“I voted for you.” He fires back. “I wanted them to vote for you, okay? I told Hao and Ricky that it was going to be a problem when we got the same part. I wanted them to vote for you and not me, I wanted to give you the part.”

“Don’t you dare, Kuanjui.” You hiss. “I could never live with myself if I had to take the part away from you. I-”

“And how do you think I feel? Huh?” His voice breaks and suddenly you become very aware of how wet your own eyes are.

“We were supposed to do this together.” Kuanjui almost whispers, with a certainty that scares you. “I told you last night. We’ll win the challenge and get the bonus. We’ll make it to the finale together and maybe we’ll debut.”

“Wake up,” you choke back a sob. “We both saw our ranks yesterday. It’s going to take a miracle for both of us to make it unless some people drop. And okay, maybe one of us does. It’s going to be you, Jui. We both know it is.”

“I don’t want that.” This stubborn bastard. “I don’t want to do this without you.”

Why is he breaking your heart?

“Maybe you don’t want to,” you point out. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t, Jui. You’re so talented, you’ve worked so hard, this is your dream.”

“It’s your dream too.”

It is. You manage a shaky smile, despite the tears running down your face.

“I’ll be okay.” You say instead. Jui knows you so well. Arguably, more than you know yourself sometimes. He knows that look on your face. You’ll talk about this more later but right now, what’s done is done.

The discussion is over and the decision has been made. It’s made a long time ago, in the room he pulled you from. Now he has to go back there without you and learn to accept it.

There’s a quiet knock on the door before it opens, Zhang Hao peeking inside. Honestly you’re surprised that none of the other trainees or staff had walked in or tried to intervene.

“Everything okay?” He asks tentatively even if he can definitely see your swollen eyes, cheeks stained with tear tracks and Jui furiously scrubbing at his face.

“We talked,” you offer instead as he shuts the door behind him, studying both of you.

Even if you’re all the same age, Zhang Hao’s always been the parental type from the time you trained at Yuehua together up until now. He’s the one that coaxes you to wash your face, even producing a small makeup kit to get rid of the redness on your nose and around your eyes.

“I’m sorry.” Kuanjui says belatedly, once you’re both presentable enough for the cameras.

“They’re worried about you.” Zhang Hao reassures. “Good thing, Jui moves fast and no one said anything so hopefully they just cut all of this out. Or honestly, you can pretend it’s a hidden camera, I think the editors would be likely to go with that”

You can only nod, finally facing your boyfriend again. He steps forward wrapping you into a tight hug, you can only sink into him, letting some of the tension between bleed out. Zhang Hao quietly excuses himself and walks out first, likely to tell everyone that you’re fine and make an excuse for the cameras.

Once you separate, his hands are still resting around your waist.

“I’ll see you tonight.” He says before giving you a quick kiss.

“Hmmph, we’ll see, I might have to practise all night to learn Supercharger. Oh and we might have to move rooms.”

“I’ll fight the staff if they tell us too. Literally there are so many empty rooms.”

“Jui…”

“What? Honestly even if they made us separate, everyone knows that I’m sneaking into your room. I won’t be able to sleep if the bed’s empty.”

“Aiyo, you’re impossible.”

You decide to go for the hidden camera cover up, walking out and doing a somewhat comedic skit, a heavily censored version what went down in the bathroom, overly exaggerating your reactions. Damn, maybe both of you should have taken notes from Jiwoong and gone into acting instead.

Haruto, bless his dramatic ass, gets with the program immediately.

“You’re ours now!” He hollers, clinging onto you and laughing evilly, Zihao grinning and holding onto you as well.

“Noooo, don’t leave me.” Kuanjui cries melodramatically, reaching out for you as a reluctant Zhang Hao drags him back into the practice room. The door clicks shut.

The dread settles in for one moment before Haruto hustles both you and Zihao to Say My Name’s practice room along with team Switch.

“You okay?” Jongwoo mutters to you on the way down, still very much a concerned leader.

“Mhmm, I’ve been better.” Haruto is still clinging to you which offers some sort of slight comfort. “Are you okay?” You ask Jongwoo, knowing how hard your former leader worked for Over Me.

He laughs humorlessly. “Not the greatest day for me either.”

There’s definitely a ruckus over the new lineups as you all enter.

“Eh??” Matthew exclaims when you walk in.

“How did they get Kuanjui-ge to let you go?!” Ollie’s eyes look like they’re about to fall out of his head from how big they are.

You help Haruto pitch Supercharger as best as you can before stepping outside to wait for your new members.

That night…

“Okay, Takuto can stay with me. Woongi-hyung and Seowon-hyung said they’ll room together. Which means Ollie can stay with Zihao, eh?”

Haruto’s handing out the room arrangement when Takuto asks where you’ll be sleeping. Immediately, Ollie snorts, Woongi and Seowon exchange glances, definitely having heard of your "special" sleeping arrangement from the other trainees, and Zihao, bless his soul, covers for you, putting an arm over your shoulder as he says to Takuto.

“Don’t worry, they’ll be sleeping with me and Ollie.”

“Ah, is that right?” Because of course your boyfriend decides that it’s the right moment to show up.

“Jui-ge’s just here to say goodnight, right?” Ollie says faux innocently as Takuto grows more confused.

“Sorry baobei, I think I’ll be sleeping with Zihao tonight.” You joke, playfully clinging onto the dancer who seems almost too happy about it.

Kuanjui, on the other, does not look happy at all.

“Zihao. If you don’t let go of them right now, I can make sure that Supercharger will wake up tomorrow with one less member.”

Haruto squawks something about not killing his husband. Seowon and Woongi decide it’s time to remove themselves, taking Takuto and a reluctant Ollie with them. Zihao stops smiling, his arm dropping from your shoulder immediately as he backs off.

Kuanjui is immediately all over you.

“I smell.” You whine to him weakly. “We’ve been practising all day and I haven’t showered.”

“I’ll shower with you.” From the back, you hear Haruto gag, footsteps speeding away from you. Zihao has disappeared from the hallway.

Kuanjui showers with you. You keep it wholesome, kinda. Except your boyfriend is incredibly flexible and can’t seem to keep his hands to himself. So maybe you get a little frisky. Not a lot. Well, at least you don’t traumatise anyone.

And just like that, you’re back in Kuanjui’s arms, lying in bed, hair still damp from the shower. You close your eyes as he litters kisses all over your face, sweet and light and everything you’ve ever wanted.

“You know we still need to talk.” You’re drifting off, the aches of learning a completely new choreography bearing down on your body.

“I know.” He whispers back. “But let me kiss you first?”

You fall asleep with the feeling of his lips against your skin. The feeling of him holding you. You’ll talk tomorrow, work things out, address issues that the stress of today brought up. But for now, you sleep. And together, you dream.

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