#reblogging over here cause ace!

[jinnie-ret]

If ur taking rq still can I rq a skz x 15 year old girl in training (like that protection gic you wrote ) and how they react to her being good at producing, singing, rapping and dancing but they didnt know she could do all that until they keep running into her or maybe look for her because they ordered fkkd for her too eat with them and they see her in her rehearsals and in her dance practice room learning like idk an itzy choreo or sum by herself and they see shes improved since they last saw her do everything? Ig like a little Ace if u would like to put It that way!

It's ok if u don't want to or can't do this tho! Love ur writing💕

ace of hearts

stray kids x reader (platonic)

genre: fluff

content warnings: none

word count: 1.1k

summary: stray kids have nothing but good things to say about the upcoming ace of jyp.

I hope you enjoy! There's a small excerpt of a song Y/N has written herself which I actually wrote (it's a hobby of mine hehe) so if you want me to post the whole thing I'll do so, maybe as a poem haha

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Shoulder shimmying had never been so hard, but Y/N seemed to have finally gotten down the choreo to ITZY's 'Wannabe', the members of Stray Kids seeming to think so too. They had just been looking around for a room to practice in when they came across their young trainee friend, who they hadn't seen for a while due to their busy schedule.

A small applause sounded from behind Y/N, making her jump as she saw the door open and Stray Kids clapping for her.

"Ah! Hello sunbaenims!" Y/N blushed and bowed politely. She wasn't expecting to see them there, so absorbed into practising for her next showcase.

"Hi there!"

"Annyeong!"

"Wow!"

They all let out greetings as they walked over excitedly to Y/N.

"How has everything been? It's been a while since we saw you," Jeongin smiled widely at Y/N, trying to ease the obvious nerves he saw from her.

"Have you been practicing regularly? Your dancing has improved a lot," Changbin nodded his head in approval.

"Ah, you really think I've improved?! Yeah I've been practising a lot these days..." Y/N bashfully admitted, rubbing her sweaty palms on her leggings. Was it from exercising or from nerves? She wasn't quite so sure herself.

"We can see that. You're better at dancing and freestyling than us now," Lee Know laughed, praising the younger girl jokingly, but there was still a hint of seriousness to it that showed Y/N he was proud of her, and that helped her relax more.

"Maybe one day even Jisung will be jealous of your dancing skills," Felix laughed, causing the quokka like man to look over at him with a mock appalled face.

"Haha maybe I'll take his place as the ace," Y/N smirked, feeling comfortable enough to joke around with them. It wasn't a regular occurrence that she saw the boys but everytime she did, she was soon able to fall back into a relaxed state where it felt like she had known them forever.

"No way! You will never be as talented as me!" Jisung smirked back, yet he couldn't help but goofily smile back at her as he ruffled her hair.

"Well, we're glad you're practicing so hard. Would you like to have some fried chicken with us?" Seungmin piped up, his eagle eyes noticing that she only seemed to have some water in the room with her. Plus, he remembered what it was like being a trainee, and an offer of fried chicken would not be one to be turned down.

"Oh sure! If there's enough to go around!" Y/N clasped her hands together excitedly.

"Of course there's enough food! We're so proud of all your progress by the way, we can tell how hard you've been working, Y/Nnie," Chan praised her, as they all sat down together on the floor.

"Here, eat up," Hyunjin passed over a box of fried chicken to Y/N from the bags of fast food they had.

"Just remember to take a lot of rest too," Jisung commented genuinely, yet anyone could tell he, as well as the other members were very much so enthralled with the heaven sent food in front of them.

"Don't worry I do!" Y/N rushed out, before taking a bite of the fried chicken and wiggling slightly as she did a happy dance.

"You're so cute when you're excited!" Felix giggled as he saw her.

"That's exactly what Channie hyung does," Seungmin laughed along.

There was a moment of peaceful eating before Chan kept up the conversation.

"Oh yeah, we wanted to ask you something! Are you good at rapping?" Chan wondered, wiping his hands on a napkin.

"Well, I don't want to brag but I think I'm pretty good," Y/N shrugged, she had practiced enough and knew she was at JYP for a reason, and her talents certainly didn't go to waste when it came to rapping.

"Oh yeah? You actually rap too? I had no idea. Have you tried writing your own lyrics before?" Changbin got excited at the prospect of hearing Y/N rap.

"I'm not as confident in writing rap lyrics as I am in singing them if that makes sense?" Y/N explained, hoping it was understandable.

"I get what you mean. You must be very talented though since you can sing so well," Lee Know wondered.

"Do you happen to write your own songs too or do you learn songs from other artists?" Chan asked, interested in what her identity as a future artist would be.

"Oh I like to write my own songs too!" Y/N beamed. Now that, was an area she was proud of herself for.

"Really? Can you play one of your original songs for us?" Hyunjin said in a shocked tone, head tilting slightly in disbelief but wanting to hear her sing nonetheless.

The boys all stared at her in anticipation.

"Oh, sure... If you really want me to," Y/N became nervous again, because this was Stray Kids! Yes they felt like her friends but to sing her own personal works in front of them was still nerve wracking.

"Yes, we really want you to!" Jeongin encouraged her, offering that same reassuring smile as he did earlier.

All of the members were now eagerly waiting for her.

"Ok, here's a chorus I wrote recently," Y/N finally nodded, making the boys even more excited as she began to sing.

"Oh it's in my bones.

Hereditarily alone.

Surrounded by people,

But that gives no meaning.

It's in my bones."

The boys stared in in wonder, thinking the words were so beautiful and they loved the emotion she put into it even for such a small snippet of the song.

"Her voice is amazing..." Hyunjin was in awe.

"Yeah, you have a really good vocal tone!" Jisung clapped.

"And you wrote that yourself?" Chan smiled like a proud dad.

"Can we hear more?" Changbin said hopefully, nudging Y/N playfully.

"Well, I think I should now that I've sang a teaser for you," Y/N beamed, and for the next couple of minutes she sang the rest of the song to the boys. She even played a small backing track which consisted of an acoustic guitar, simple but sweet, building up towards the end of the song.

"I can't wait to see you debut!" Felix clapped with the other boys.

"You really will steal everyone's hearts, Y/N, you'll go far," Chan said, a big smile adorning his face as everyone offered their comments and praises to Y/N.

"Just don't let it get to your head," Lee Know joked, causing his members to whack him playfully and tell Y/N to not listen to him anymore.

"Thank you guys, it really means a lot."

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[highvern]

Leather

Pairing: Kwon Soonyoung x fem!reader

Genre: smut, 18+

Warnings: unprotected sex, sex toys (collar, handcuffs), sub-ish hoshi, dom-ish reader, they're both switches, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, teasing, light choking, mentions of butt stuff

Length: ~1.5k

Note: based on this video PLAGUING MY BRAIN SINCE I FOUND IT. not proof read, i just needed to get this out of my head before i went insane.

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“Too tight?” You ask your boyfriend, thumb grazing the strip of leather circling his throat.

Pupils blown and chest heaving, you watch him squirm from your seat atop his lap. Soonyoung’s hands flex in the matching bracelets bound to the wooden headboard. He tests their sturdiness, moving his head this way and that in the limited range of motion the short leash provides. When nothing gives he smiles.

“'S okay.”

Truly he’s a sight to behold, wrapped in black oiled leather and nothing else; a kinky present served to you on a silver platter. 

You're both so worked up you immediately devolve into panting messes when your lips meet, grinding against your boyfriend’s abdomen desperately. 

Soonyoung tries to plant his feet and curl his cock into the seat of your ass but it proves foolish when you rise to your knees and away from where he wants you most. You see the shiver run down his spine as you sneer down your nose at him.

“Cmon,” he pleads.

“I could just make you watch me get off. That’d be fair for what you put me through.”

Watching him dance with that belt ruined your entire day. You couldn’t even blink let alone bat away the images of Soonyoung grinding on you with nothing but a strip of leather adorning his form. You wanted it all: around his neck, over his eyes, cuffing his wrists, between his teeth.

Now it’s a reality.

“Let me make it up to you.”

You slip a finger under the collar, thrilled at the hitch in his labored breath. “How?”

“Sit on my face,” Soonyoung begs.

His eyes cut to your covered cunt, the obscene wet stain of the front of your panties betraying your arousal. Soonyoung could live and die between your legs if you’d only let him. But his enthusiasm leaves you twitching and barely conscious everytime you let him fuck you along his mouth.

The pink of his tongue swipes against his lips hungrily; mouth watering at the idea of your weight on his face, hips canting against his nose as you use him to get off.

Raking your nails across his chest, you delight in the welted red lines rising in their wake. Your boyfriend jumps when you catch his nipple with extra pressure and his hips twitch in response.

“What if I wanna touch you,” you drop your face to his neck, “just like this?” 

You punctuate each word with a gossamer kiss. Soonyoung will beg for release but you know the tease is everything; dangling his pleasure just out of reach until he snaps. If he wasn’t tied down you’d already be face down in the pillows and sore between the legs; a drunken smile on your lips as he pumps you with his spend.

His throat vibrates under your lips with a whine.

You silence him with your tongue, licking away his next thought. Soonyoung takes it; every drag of your teeth against his bottom lip until it's swollen, the flick of your tongue against his own. He drowns until his head is fuzzy and his chest aches from lack of oxygen. And then he drowns some more. Each time he meets your motion you grow wetter until you're soaked down the meat of your thighs and the chill of the AC leaves you shivering.

When Soonyoung begins to believe he can come from your kisses alone, length drooling onto his stomach, you stuff his cock between your thighs and start riding him.

“Holy mother of fuck!” Soonyoung groans, voice wrecked.

You snicker at his reaction, each jump of your throat causing your pussy to clench tighter around him. Your boyfriend might die but he’ll go to his grave satisfied.

“Like that?”

Each roll of your hips is met with a jolt of his own. A messy and stunted rhythm but you're leaking onto the coarse hairs at the base of his cock so it counts for something. 

Hands braced back on his thighs, you present your stuffed cunt like a masterpiece. Soonyoung watches the way he disappears inside you; your soaked folds trying desperately to suck him back in with each upstroke. Each time he’s unveiled his cock is covered in a new sheen of your insides.

“Fucking perfect.” He spits, eyes wild as you massage your breasts; taut nipples flashing from the space between your fingers. The leather tangled around his wrists stretch when he subconsciously reaches to take over.

Soonyoung is either going to frame or burn the handcuffs once he’s free.

He can’t even lean forward to suck at your chest thanks to the leash. Instead, he has to watch them bounce just out of range while you writhing on his cock. The air of your moans brushes across his cheekbones when you finally lean forward to kiss him again with harsh nails against his scalp.

“The–there! Ugh right there, fuck!”

“So hot,” Soonyoung gasps when you tighten your hand in his hair from the delicious grind against your g-spot.

Something evil possesses you. Something that tells you to make your boyfriend cry from how nasty you are for him. So you rise on your knees until his cock slips out of you, landing against his tense stomach, wet and used and aching.

“What the fuck?”

You ignore his question as you turn around, back facing him and leaning forward until your knees brush your ribs and your elbows meet the sheets. One hand sinks back to hold him steady as you drop your hips, stretching back around him.

Soonyoung’s brain melts as he watches your ass clap against his pelvis; the tight ring of muscle peaking in and out of view between your cheeks. What he wouldn’t give to fuck you open there with his fingers while you're stuffed with his cock. Maybe he’ll get to it when it's your turn to get tied up.

You ride him with abandon. Each drop of your hips wedges him deeper into your aching pussy until he tickles the bottom of your lungs. He can’t see the way you touch your clit or massage your nipples but the sweltering grip tells him you're close but he can’t let this end yet.

“Close,” you whimper.

Harsh drops descend into jilted grinds as you hurtle forward. The familiar jitter begins to pulse in your muscles, everything pulling tight before you remind yourself to breathe. It hurts to keep going but that means it's good, the best because you're so strung out just before you crest the real thing.

“Cmon, come on my cock. Make it yours.” 

Soonyoung does his best to talk you through it like you like but you can’t hear a word he says from the blood rushing through your ears. Your nails are back out and sunk into the muscle of his thigh as you give him what you both want.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you chant through gritted teeth. 

White fills your vision as you flail. It’s not pretty (unless you ask your boyfriend) but even from this angle Soonyoung knows your face tightens like you're in pain just before it all pops. 

Your clit is raw and your insides battered but you squeeze around Soonyoung so hard he nearly pushes out from how hard you come. He knows you're done when your head falls forward, the rest of your body following until his cock slips out again and all he can see is the stretched hole of your cunt, pathetically empty and wanting.

“Y/N.”

You hum in acknowledgement, eyes still closed and chest aching.

“Let me out.”

You’d pay money for a photo of the ways your boyfriends eyes widen when you turn over your shoulder, much more coherent than he thought, and smile with evil glee.

“I'm not done yet.”

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[sanjisprincesswifey]

I’m so excited for this event I love Christmas! ❤️ Can I request Sanji, Ace or Zoro with an afab!reader? Thank you! 🎁

i love christmas too, thank you for participating! :)

you’ve received zoro + getting each other for secret santa

❆ : dorky, clueless, and in love zoro, no gender implied but reader is staying in the same room as nami and robin, 600+ words!

shit, shit, shit.

zoro knew he’d get in huge trouble if anyone caught him in here. sure, 

if it was you or robin all you’d get was a stern talking to and had it been nami, a pretty good beating and a fine, that was doable. but if any of the guys caught him he’d be labeled pervert till the end of time and he could not live with being teased by sanji for that long. 

right now he’s dug deep into your closet, riffling through scattered clothing items and old shoe boxes, nothing helpful. 

when he hesitantly agreed to participate in the crew’s secret santa, he didn’t think it would cause him so much stress. 

there was eight other names he could’ve drawn, but luck was not in zoro’s favor today when he chose yours. 

he didn’t really know you, if he was being honest. he didn’t want to; well…it’s more like he was afraid to.

getting to know you, close to you, meant that he would have to admit how he felt. 

admit that the sliver of personality he found himself seeking was enough to drive him insane. how knowing you for the few months you had been aboard the sunny you had unearthed a new feeling, a strange, complicated, fuzzy feeling that he strangely enjoyed. 

he rifles through boxes of old photos, childhood items you brought with you, nothing really clueing him in about your interests. 

as he hunches over your desk drawers, he notices a familiar piece of paper. he recognized the material from usopp’s sketch book, it was unmistakable. unfolding the page, he scans over the drawing with wide eyes. 

both his and your image is illustrated on the page, an unmistakable blush colored your cheeks as doodle him smiled so brightly at you. it was strange to see his features detailed this way, he doesn't even remember being so happy.

unless...

the day flashes back through his mind; it was one of the first times he realized how severe his feelings had grown to be. 

you two were resting on the mast of the sunny together, zoro was teasing sanji per usual and you just happened to join in. when he listened to your soft giggles escape your lips, attempting to hold yourself back as sanji’s rage increased, zoro found a new, more enticing reason to tease the cook. 

usopp must’ve happened to witness the whole event, enough to capture the image in his sketch book, at least. 

“nami?” 

your voice breaks the silence in the room, immediately jolting zoro’s body as he attempts to put the drawing back exactly where it had been. 

as your footsteps ascend from down the hall, he begins to panic, searching for any place to hide in the room. 

“zoro? what’re you doing in here?” you question, glancing around the room noticing your side had become noticeably disheveled from when you left it this morning. 

his mouth runs dry as he tries to think of any excuse that could save him right now. “you see, luffy, he, uh—“

“were you searching through my stuff?” 

you step towards him, causing him to back up until he reaches the desk he was once inspecting. the items on top rattle as his large body collides with them as you stand merely inches away from him. 

“and why do you seem so nervous?” you smirk, dragging a finger up his stiffened arm until you reach underneath his chin. 

he can’t seem to look away from you as you glance up at him through your lashes. 

“i, uh—i got to go, sorry,” he screeches, somehow slipping out from your body and darting for the door. 

you giggle to yourself, noticing the ajar drawer in your desk. you collect the piece of paper he was mesmerized by before, smiling back towards his exit. 

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[teyums]

subby neteyam from the smut list #29? 🥹

a/n: your wish is my command <3 second commission for the party! wc: 446

Smut Prompt #29 w/Neteyam

“Touch me here.”

pairing: adult!neteyam x fem!navi reader

warnings: mdni 🔞

With his back pressed against the base of a tree, Neteyam’s eyes flit over the sway of your enticing figure as you crawl towards him. His tongue swipes out to wet his bottom lip and hopefully to put out the fire of his excitement, though it’s no use.

You’ve been teasing him all day. Flicking your tail against the back of his thigh, followed by those innocent doe eyes looking back up at him when he’d raise a brow in warning. Switching your hips or bending over in front of him with zero regard for how terribly your lustful actions distract him while he tries to focus on acing his target practice. He couldn’t wait to get you alone, and now that he finally has, he can’t even hide his impatience.

He’s watching your every move. You’re perched on your knees between the breach of his thighs, your soft, dainty hands splayed over the tensed muscle to help maintain your balance as you lean forward.

Gentle, teasing kisses grace the skin below the lobe of his ear and leave his breath shuddering, his hips shifting uncomfortably as he attempts to cling on to what’s left of his composure.

The feeling of your tongue dragging along the curve of his jaw has a low groan rumbling from his throat, in which he quickly replaces with a strangled exhale.

“Why so tense, Nete’?” You coo, and his eyes flutter at the sound of your melodic voice in his ear.

Your hand raises to rest on his chest as your dampened lips inch sloppy kisses down the column of his neck, and the vibration of his voice tingles against your wandering fingers while your other hand slides towards his inner thigh, before it stops.

“Just touch me already.” He huffs out. His loincloth is growing increasingly tighter against his bulge; his cock so touch-starved it twitches beneath the thin fabric tied around his waist and he’s not so sure how much more of this he can take.

A shiver streaks down his spine, the heat of your breath against his bobbing adam’s apple enough to make his mind hazy.

“Touch you where? Show me.”

He’s quick to grab your hand and yank it towards him, his grip firm around your wrist as he hastily presses your hand over his clothed erection.

“Here, please… touch me here.” He whines shamelessly, and you giggle at the damp feeling that grows beneath your palm as you rub him.

You apply pressure to his hardened bulge and he curses under his breath, causing your eyes to gleam with a newfound desire as his head instantly dips back at the delicious feeling of friction.

The sound of his whimpers have your teeth tugging at your bottom lip and you know you won’t be able to hold back on him for long. Once his breaths become shallow, you waste no time in undoing the strings of his tweng, eager to show him that good things come to those who wait.

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©teyums 2023

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[queenendless]

❤️‍🩹Flare (Keigo Takami/Hawks x Adult!Fem!Reader)❤️‍🩹

A/n: IT'S BEEN SO LONG! Sorry for the wait! I went through a Hawks writing funk. Also been working on JJK stuff. And watching a bunch of stuff too.

So, this piece is a self indulgent venting one cause I have chronic flare up pains going for 3 years now so this piece is kinda based off of a day in the life of me when dealing with my particular condition; feet wise. So I'd get it if reading this ain't up your alley. I just wish I had someone like Hawks to comfort me and quell my pain and worries.

AU, already established relationship with angst, hurt/comfort, fluff and feels indeed.

*PLEASE DON'T PLAGARIZE STEAL COPY TRANSLATE AND OR REPOST MY FANFIC WORK. REBLOG LIKE AND FOLLOW INSTEAD PLEASE AND THNX U.

Chronic pain is a living hell.

Engraved into your body.

Will leave on its own accord or be stuck with you for life.

Unfortunately, it was panning out to be the latter for you.

Staying up all night, multitasking from working on your laptop to checking the news to see your birdie partner engaging in a team up with his idol of a hero Endeavor alongside their hero works students.

Pride beamed in you at seeing Keigo in action, feather swords in hand to disarm his opponents, swooping in with his feathers spreading out to push and carry and guide the civilians to safety amidst the chaos.

The dews of dawn crept in as you finally finished when it happened.

Going in 3 years so far, the hereditary curse triggered in you from your pent up stress collapsing on itself resulted in flaring burning footsies.

Fatigue stung your eyes.

Your head pounded in dull pain.

With the curtains blocking out the light and the AC set to cool, you thought the cold would push the swelling burning go away.

But this was turning out to be one of those worse days.

You curled up in the fetal position on your bed, taking over 2 hours to fall asleep.

Falling in and out of slumber, you were now restless.

You heard the slide-in door of your living room balcony opening followed by the thump of footsteps and the flap of wings.

Always keeping it unlocked for him when he took a dive straight to your place. It is more of a home to him than his penthouse of a place that was still filled with unpacked boxes of furniture and such.

“Hey! Baby bird? Ya home?”

Hearing his heavy footsteps inching close, of course he'd first check your room.

Having only been seeing each other for a few months, you knew you couldn't keep this hidden from him for the long run.

His muffled voice finally came from behind your door. “Birdie?”

You knew his feathers could pick up even your quiet tone. “Here.”

Seeing light trickle in through the crack of the door, the man himself blocked out most of it from his frame. “Why is it dark – shit – and cold in here!?”

His shivering self hug was halted as those pupils shrunk behind his visor as he opened up the door more to shine the light in to unveil your red irritated feet. “Y/n? W – What happened?” He quickly came to your side, alarmed at the sight. Gobsmacked to be precise.

“Just circulatory defectiveness. Chronic stuff, ya know.” Your attempt at brushing it off like it was no big deal only riled up his feathers. Literally.

“No I didn't know! I've just found out!” Stripping off his gloves that fell to the floor, his calloused hands carefully felt your sensitive red dorsums. “How bad is it?”

“The tingling and burning really gets to you when you're trying to focus on work or sleep.” You winced for even his cautious fingers featherly brushing your veiny skin did little to quell the soreness. “Makes it harder to sleep when I'm not on the brink of exhaustion.”

Cradling one foot in his hands, Keigo's eyes trembled with emotion. “For how long?”

You couldn't meet his serious gaze. You looked away. “This year makes it three.”

“I get that everyone has their fair share of secrets but … ” The hurt in his voice cracked your heart.

“You have enough to deal with as is. My defective self is stuck dealing with this.” Your reasons made him wince at how true it was.

“Even so,” he set your foot down gently just so he could sit right beside you, his face hovering right above yours, gently cradling your head as he forced you to look him dead in the eye. “You shouldn't feel the need to hide this kind of thing from me.”

You self consciously fidget, throat choked up and lips wobbling. Your beautiful eyes grew in beauty from the tears but it just made him want to kiss them away. So he did.

“I have my fair share of secrets. Comes with my hero work … not to mention my past.” The crestfallen haze in his gaze was there one moment before his eyes lit up with endearment as you filled his sight. “You're the only one I'm willing to be myself around and just … be honest.”

“I was … embarrassed. I didn't want you seeing me like this.”

Taking off his visor then his headphones, his serious tone sent shivers racing through you. “I want to see all of you … the real you … the you I fell hard for.”

Setting his things aside on the nightstand, that left him free for you to hug his neck with no obstacles. He kept layering butterfly pecks against your cheeks and eyelids, curling your lips in response to his affection.

“You were scared. I get it. I was the same when I felt ready to tell you about my past … but you more than anybody reassured me I could trust you with my troubles, my feelings, all of it.”

His genuinity made you whimper and sniffle out of that shared sentiment as he helped you sit up.

“What's the point of being the #2 hero if I can't use my resources to help out my partner? Especially when you've been suffering this whole time.” He was sticking to this newfound resolve.

“Chronic stuff is incurable.” You sniffed at the sight of him pulling out a spare cloth outta his jacket pocket, wiping up your wet cheeks before dabbing your runny nose, letting you blow as well.

“There's still experimental treatment. Physical therapy. You still have options. And I'll help you in any way I can.” He is so charming and persuasive.

“Fine … I did miss having you here.”

“C'm here.” He immediately gathered you up in his arms, letting you bury your face in his shoulder, taking it all out.

The strain in your choked sobs. The pent up exhaustion, the struggle, the pain of the past three years you kept inside. Your blubbering got soaked up on his sleeve but he didn't mind one bit.

“It's okay, Y/n. Just let it out.” The enriching relaxing sounds of his voice kept you grounded. Solid. Assured.

“I'm here. I gotcha.” He squeezed you firmly but gently, rubbing your back in gentle motions with one hand and simultaneously weaving through your hair with the other; his fingers brushing them as soothingly as he could. “You're sleep deprived as is. You deserve to rest.”

“Only if you're staying.” You stubbornly set straight.

Keigo grinned, pecked your lips, drawing it out, filled to the brim with reciprocation and affection. “Deal.”

He cradled the back of your noggin as Keigo peppered kisses all over your face, gently pushing you to lay on your back as those lips traversed to your neck.

Your feet brushed together and your toes curled as Keigo spent the next few minutes sucking and nibbling all over your neck, his wings draping over you both, and your breathy moans feeding into his pleased ears.

Sleep could wait for a while longer.

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[gyllenhaalstories]

UN PARI À PARIS — SUGAR DADDY!JAKE 💗

summary: the title translates to a bet in paris. because jake’s doing a bet and you’re in paris... i’m so smart, oui oui.

warnings: established sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship, curse words, smut (daddy kink, mild degradation, pussy spanking, finger sucking, public sex, penetration, creampie). 18+ NO MINORS.

word count: 3600

photos credits: me @/gyllenhaalstories / divider credits: @/firefly-graphics

notes: i’m coming out of my cage and i’ve (not) been doing just fine (and neither does this fic because it’s a mess)... but come on barbie!jake, let’s go party! 💗 thank you for reading & REMEMBER TO REBLOG!

Jake grabbed the small water bottle from your hand and drank a sip. “I just got an idea.”

You slowly turned your head to the right and studied his face. Not even the wind caused by the fan you waved before your face could hide the mischief that was written all over his features. “Oh no.”

“Oh oui.” He smiled from ear to ear, wrinkles spreading at the corner of his eyes that were partially shielded by the thick frames of his sunglasses. He placed the bottle on the chair, in the spot between his open legs. “We’ll make a bet.”

You slid your sunglasses down on your nose, looking over them. He did the same, causing you to smile. “Go on.”

“Remember how you didn’t want to be here today?”

“I wanted to be here,” you corrected him, hoping he knew that you enjoyed the opportunity to attend such a big sports event, “I didn’t want to sit in the sun for hours.”

“That’s exactly what I said: you didn’t want to be here.” You rolled your eyes. “So, I thought we could bet on how we’ll spend the rest of the evening once the game is over.”

You quickly glanced behind Jake’s shoulders, his friends were chatting in French. Something about the colour rose, you assumed they were discussing how Jake’s Barbie pink shirt clashed with pretty much everything in the court.

“If Djokovic wins,” Jake spoke, catching all of your attention again. “We go straight back to the hotel...” You mirrored Jake’s smirk as he paused, both of you knew what he intended with that silence. “But if the Norwegian player wins, we’re going out for dinner” he mouthed the words ‘with them’, his thumb in front of him and pointing back at the couple without raising suspicions.

“That doesn’t make sense.” You frowned. “That’s not even a bet.”

Visibly disappointed, Jake asked you why.

“We both know Novak’s gonna win. Everybody knows that.”

“I didn’t know you were a tennis connoisseur. That’s hot.” He leaned forward to capture you lips in a kiss.

You kissed him back. Then, you pondered at his bet for a minute, honouring the reflection time it took him to come up with such a plan. “My bet is on Djokovic.” You answered with a firm nod, stretching your hand out to shake his.

Jake enthusiastically shook your hand. “Mine too.”

You rolled your eyes again. You set down the fan to cross your fingers, some extra superstition was more than welcome if it could avoid an extra late dinner in a crowded restaurant where people would argue about the winner of the French Open.

Jake nudged your sides with his elbow, glowing in all the pinkness of his shirt. “We look good together.” He leaned his arm on your thighs, resting a possessive hand on your knee which brought you to scoot closer towards him.

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. You sure did look good together. You reached to his neck and fixed the pendent of his silver chains, placing it in the middle where all of your hickeys and love marks had sadly faded away.

“That  guy better fucking wins or else.” He flexed his neck, making it crack a little bit to release some of the growing tension. Needless to say, he would have a hard time turning his head left and right to follow that stupid neon green ball around. He would rather have his eyes glued on you the entire time and get out of the court before the second set.

*~*~*

The tension. It was unbearable.

Each ace, each quick sneaky hit, each grunt from the tennis players made you squirm on your uncomfortable chair and it made you wish this would all come to an end quicker. Just give the man his obnoxiously giant trophy so Jake and you could get ahead of the crowd. However, you still tried to enjoy the game, not that you paid much attention to it.

Jake and you  were playing your own game of back and forth, of testing the limits of  what would tip you over the edge. You stroked his arm, brushing your finger tips over his skin until you left a trail of goosebumps despite the heat outside. Jake’s hand would rub up and down your thigh, always reaching dangerously high. You had to remind yourself to adjust your skirt constantly. He would squeeze your knee, your leg, your thigh — basically whatever he could touch and not be called out for public  indecency. He let you press yourself against him, or wrap an arm around him so that you were impossibly closer and just toying with his chains to stop yourself from kissing his neck.

You were quite proud when he popped open a button from his shirt. Whether it was from the heat of the weather or the heat from his body and his desire to take you right here and there barely mattered. You were gladly surprised how he lost composure before you, so much so that he had to pull out his phone multiple times to send a short warning through text messages or to remind you that he wanted you just as bad as you wanted him.

He hid it by pretending to take a photo, but there was nothing in his camera roll that would support his alibi. Unless pictures from the previous night where he fucked you with a view of the Eiffel tower counted. You were not so sure how a blurry photo of his cum over your breasts with the twinkling monument in the background would convince anyone that you were two civilized tennis enthusiasts.

“Let’s get out of here.” You insisted as soon as the game was over and people cheered for the winner.

Jake repeated it, following you out of the section of seats. His hands were on your hips and his body pressed against yours. It looked as though he was scared to lose you amongst the sea of people — even though your VIP tickets offered you a sneaky way out. It also looked as though he was using the little friction caused by your bodies being squeezed together when someone would cut you off in the line to get some relief.

You said it again, you needed to get out of here and quick. You were not having any of the small talk from Jake’s restaurateur friends or from anyone, for that matter, who just bonded after witnessing tennis  history. You wanted out. Fast.

By some strand of luck, you avoided traffic and took a car back to your hotel. You thanked the  chauffeur, rushing out of the car where you had been kissing and rubbing  obscenely on each other. Jake paid him generously, causing the driver to shout “Monsieur, monsieur!” as he tried to give some of the money back to your man. Only, you were already on your way towards the entrance of the hotel lobby.

You were greeted by the one of the hotel managers who spoke with a thick French accent. He talked and talked and talked, something about how the building seemed empty with most of the residents having attended the French Open. You answered with nods and smiles until you excused yourself and took the lead, dragging Jake by the arm where his silver watch and bracelet made clicking noises  from all the movements.

“You’re so fucking needy for me.” Jake told you, not caring enough to lower his voice.

For a seemingly empty hotel, the elevators in front of you were occupied and smashing the buttons did not make them climb up and down faster. You noticed how Jake was fidgeting, eyes darting everywhere, as you sighed with frustration.

“Got an idea.” Jake spoke, his face buried in the crook of your neck where he busied himself by leaving as many kisses as he could in such a small amount of time — which was both a blessing and a curse. It was a blessing to feel your skin on his lips, something he wanted to do since you arrived to the world renown court.But it was a curse because it felt like he was stealing time away from what the two of you desperately wanted.

“Is it better than your bet?”

He laughed against your skin, tasting the sweat on his lips as his tongue caressed the spots he kissed hungrily. “Not at all.”

“I already love it.”

“You’re fucking perfect.” Jake smiled widely. He spotted the door that led to the stairwell and pushed you in that direction.

There were giggles that echoed in the empty room as the two of you tried to  walk up a few levels of stairs. You stopped to catch your breath and,  immediately, you had hands exploring your body.

Jake was pulling and gripping on the fabric of your clothes until he had your body pressed against his and your mouths connected by a deep kiss. One second, he had your face in his hands as his tongue danced around yours. The next second, his hands were groping your ass. He pinched your cheeks harshly, giving each one a loud slap that, too, echoed in the stairwell.

“We gotta wait until we’re in the suite, come on.” You lolled your head back and let him nibble on the skin of your neck  and cover it with open mouthed kisses. He grunted in response. “Jake —”

“Daddy.” He corrected, earning you an even harder spank on your ass to remind you what head space to be in.

“But Daddy!” You tried to stop him, nudging at him so he would recognize the risks of you getting caught.

“I  thought,” he spun you on your feet so that you were looking out the stairwell window, the busy City of Lights now before your eyes. “You said that you loved my idea, hmm?” His left hand crept up your body and lingered around your neck before he moved it up, his thumb dragged your bottom lip down. “Did you change your mind?”

“No, I —” You were interrupted again by two fingers entering your mouth.

“You what?” His right hand pressed on your tummy so that your ass would push against the bulge of his navy blue pants. “Go on.”

“I...” You struggled to speak with his fingers filling your mouth, so you mumbled  your way into trying to say that you “don’t wanna get caught.”

He laughed at how pathetic you sounded and did not let you say another word. Instead he pumped his index and middle fingers in and out, fucking your mouth with a smirk on his lips. “Shh, it’s not good to lie.”

You felt him rub against your body, his bulge pressing between your ass cheeks and making the fabric of your skirt ride up.

“I  know you love being watched.” Jake’s hand lowered and reached under your skirt. He leaned his chin on your shoulder and whispered to your ear. “I bet that if someone walked in, you would beg me to keep going.”

You nodded, spit drooling down his fingers and your chin as he kept fucking your mouth.

“That’s right. Such a good slut, you wanna give everyone a good show.” You opened your legs and leaned forward, giving Jake access to your core that he roughly rubbed over your soaked panties. With a quick motion, he pushed your panties to the side and pressed his hand against your slick covered pussy.

You exhaled audibly when his warm hand touched your even warmer core, suddenly all of the hours that flew by as you waited for this moment became worth it. Your hips instinctively  humped his hand, soaking him up.

“Fuck yeah, suck my fingers like they’re my cock.” He grunted when you lost yourself in the moment, your eyes shut and your cheeks hollowed around his digits.

You sucked on his fingers, your head bopped back and forth to meet his thrusts and your tongue twirled around his digits. You wished it was his cock, you wished you could taste his precum on your tongue.

He slapped your pussy, you flinched and gagged around his fingers. The sound bounced back against the walls of the stairwell. “That’s my good girl.” He spanked it again. The slaps were quick, he was not even trying to make them hurt. He was just riling you up for his own viewing pleasure of watching you fall apart under his hands.

Tears leaked from your closed eyes when Jake finally pulled his fingers out of your mouth. He smeared some more of your spit over your chin as you smiled.

He moaned as you enjoyed it. He, too, enjoyed making you look so messy and pretty for him. All the expensive clothes and jewellery he gifted you could never make you look as beautiful as you did just now, and just like the countless other times he had you crying of pleasure and begging for more.

You were begging now too: for more friction on your clit, for his fingers to stretch open your dripping pussy and, even better, for his cock to fill you up.

After a bunch of other pussy slaps that made your skin tingle, Jake pulled down his pants and underwear to the middle of his thighs. He smeared the drops of precum across his tip and used his hand that was wet from your pussy to lube himself up. “I’ve been thinking of this pussy all day long.” He groaned as he spoke, brushing his tip through your wet folds.

Your legs parted even more open as you leaned on the windowsill. The two of you moaned at the same time when he pushed himself in your entrance. Your breath got stuck in your throat and the burning sensation quickly ignited your body all the way to your core.

He kept pushing, and not slowly.The desire to feel you wrapped around him paired with the urgency of being done before getting caught had Jake going faster than usual. Soon enough, your walls gripped on all of his length and he let out another loud grunt. He leaned down, the fabric of his pink shirt tickled the exposed skin of your ass. He asked you how you managed to not make a puddle at the game from how wet you were for him.

Your response only came in a long, loud moan that was interrupted by the noise of a door opening a few levels above your head.

Jake brought both of his hands to your mouth, covering it to muffle all of your noises and only let you breathe through your nose. If you both prayed hard enough, maybe the intruder would leave without catching a glimpse of the two of you.

Your bottom halves were exposed, Jake’s pelvis rested against your ass and his cock was filling you up to the brim. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt small strokes that increased in speed as the noise from upstairs faded.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Jake chuckled as he started to properly fuck you, his skin slapping on yours from his steady thrusts. “That was a close call.”

You hummed against his hands, still unable to respond.

“I felt you clenching on my cock.” He remained pressed against you and made your legs shake from both the weight of him and the weight of the pleasure that was spreading through your body. “I know you liked that.” His left hand stayed on your mouth but his left one slid down your body to meet with your slick pussy. “You like putting on a show, don’t you?”

You tried to speak the words ‘yes Daddy’ but only incoherent noises left your mouth.

His lips curled into a big smile. “That’s my good girl.”

The windowsill created indents on the skin of your arms from how much you relied on it to hold you up. You even struggled to keep your head up to look at the blurry views of the Eiffel tower and historical buildings. With Jake’s sharp and fast thrusts that kept pushing you forward and making your head bop like a silly toy and with his hand that roughly rubbed your clit from left to right, you were getting dizzy.

It took no time for Jake to get close, and for you to notice it too. His grunts were low and he breathed heavily behind you. He, too, was mumbling nonsense to rile the two of you up and take you over the edge. Praises about how you were “so fucking wet” and how “your pussy was made for this cock” resonated in the room until he stopped his thrusts for good. He focused on you.

He rubbed your clit in tight circles at the perfect speed. He let you clench on his cock and moan at the feeling of him inside you. The noises coming out of your mouth let him know he was doing everything right. He pushed the index and middle fingers of the hand that was trying — and failing — to keep you quiet in your mouth to prevent you from alerting the whole building.

“That’s it baby, give it to me.” With a few more seconds of your slick walls clenching around him, he shot his load inside of you. At that very moment, Jake was the one who needed to be gagged so he was not so loud. Ropes of cum filled you up and the grip of your pussy on him only made his cock throb more.

But you loved his noises, and you loved the way he made those waves of pleasure wash over your body as you came not long after him. Your orgasm made you dizzier than what it took to get you there. One by one, your thoughts started to come back to you and you put the puzzle pieces together. You almost got caught. There was no way you could hang out in the stairwell and take it for a second round without getting caught. Your ears started to buzz at the idea and when you tried to tell Jake that it was time to hurry up, he pulled out.

“Shit,” He ignored your whining about the sudden emptiness and adjusted your panties quickly. “Act normal.” Jake told you, the stern tone of his voice did not pair well with the sight you caught of his face that looked as fucked out as yours.

You flattened your skirt in confusion as Jake fixed the rest of his clothes. You finally realized what had caused such havoc: other people had entered the stairwell and were walking downstairs, in your direction. There was no way you would pass off as someone who acted normal in the slightest. You had spit, sweat and tears on your face and your weak knees made it incredibly hard to stand still. Even while holding on Jake’s arm and leaning on him, you were shaking like the branches of the trees outside. That breeze would have been more than welcome while you sat outside during the tennis game.

Jake laughed quietly at your pathetic attempts and, when the people finally walked besides you to go to the lower staircases, he helped you out by planting a kiss on your lips. He avoided the possibility of small talk and he also turned your brains into complete mush. That was the smartest idea he had all day.

It did not last for long. At the second the strangers were out of sight, Jake’s hand slid between your closed legs to cup your pussy over your panties. Sure enough, they were soaked and so were your inner thighs. Your felt him smile against your lips before he broke the kiss.

“Those panties are completely useless.” He stated the obvious with a light shrug. He reached both of his hands between your legs and pulled hard enough on the wet fabric to tear it apart so he could take it off for you. “You look so pretty for me, dripping with my cum like that.”

You watched him with your jaw dropped and glossy eyes while he put the ruined lingerie in the pocket of his pink shirt. The wetness would soak through it too, but you doubted that he cared much about that detail.

He grabbed your hand, his fingers still sticky from touching your panties. “Come on, baby. We’ll order some room service.” He pulled you along until you found the closest exit out of the stairwell. Neither of you were capable of using the stairs, at least not for their intended purpose. “Wanna bet on something else?” He ignored the way you shook your head in disapproval of whatever idea had popped above his head like a cartoon light bulb. “I bet that my cum will still be dripping out of you by the time we make it up to our room.”

You awkwardly walked with your legs closed and avoided looking at anything except Jake and the elevator you were headed towards. “And I bet it will have dripped down my legs.” You whispered when you got in the elevator. Much to your dismay, you were not alone.

Jake seemed content with your reply and, before pressing a kiss on your temple, he added a counteroffer to his bet. “In that case, I’ll have to add more where it came from. I need a new lock screen anyway so I’ll take a few photos of how beautiful my baby looks.”

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[peacocks-pantomime]

In an empty theatre, teardrops echo like the sound of applause.

All I do is lay down a bet~ It’s out of my control if my opponent decides to lay down their life, isn’t it?

After the chaos, not much was left of Sigonia-IV, yet there were two malnourished children-- Kakavasha and his Big Sis, nearly perishing from the elements on the ruined planet.

One day, there was finally salvation in the form of a light-- a light, and a beautiful woman dressed in elegant clothing peering down at them under a wide-brimmed hat.

She told them that they would be safe, that they could trust her-- and what other option did they have? She looked so different, and seemed so kind compared to the others that have mistreated them... Big Sis had been willing to give her a chance.

And so, Kakavasha was whisked away to another world, offered clean clothes and a room of his own. He fell asleep immediately, curling up on the soft carpet of the floor.

When he awoke, his Big Sis wasn't there. But they said she would be. They told him she would be. So he wanders through the strange building against his better judgement.

It wasn't long before he heard muffled words coming from the ajar door of a bright room. He snuck over to peek into the room and he saw people dressed in simplistic black clothing, taking notes on some sort of devices and huddled around a bed.

And on the bed lay the body of his dead sister. But those people would never acknowledge her as such; to them she was only an experiment. One of the last Sigonians of the Avgin race, a miraculous discovery. And they weren't going to tell him. They were going to hide it from him.

Blinded by the emotions swirling around inside of him, Kakavasha threw himself through the doorway, grabbing the first sharp tool in sight, and ended the lives of all the professionals in that wretched room one by one.

He'd cried the whole time. He couldn't identify the emotion the tears stemmed from-- whether from sadness at the loss of his sister, or from the rage burning bright-- but as the boy stood there, he dropped his weapon, wrapping his arms around himself in horror...

He didn't feel guilty for what he'd done.

That sort of control-- the ability to watch the life of another mortal slip away between his fingers and know that he was the cause...

It was empowering.

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A famous musical artist and actor, known for masking his true self.

Roams around Penacony but travels the cosmos to perform

Is quite sadistic and will bet others on their life-- resulting in their death, because he never loses.

Longs to destroy the IPC as vengeance for the lies and betrayal from which his sister suffered

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[aceofwhump]

Hi everyone! Welcome to my blog!

I decided to make a new pinned post with all the information that is available on my desktop site but that will be more accessible for mobile users. Plus a few extras 😉

So an introduction.

I'm Ace. I started this blog back in February 2018 after seeing a post that referenced the whump community. I had no idea there was such a large community here on tumblr! As soon as I saw that making a whump blog was an option I immediately made one. And I haven't regretted it since. I love this blog, I love this community, and I'm thrilled to be here three years later! 

Here on this blog you'll see lots of gifsets both reblogged from wonderful creators and gifs made by yours truly. I also write fanfics on occasion. You can check out my work on AO3 under the name "aceofwhump" or you can look under my tag "ace writes stuff". That tag will have some stuff not on AO3 too. I also do whump lists for certain characters, trope lists, video clips of good whump, and fanfic recs.

Click on the read more for even more information and important links to things like gifmaking tutorials, my trope tag list, my show/movie tag list, my fanfic masterlist, and more!!!

My favorite tropes are:

Emotional: panic attacks, nightmares, insecurities, feeling inadequate, fear, grief, flashbacks, flinching, emotional breakdowns full of sobbing, emotional outbursts, scar reveals, anxiety, self hatred

Environmental: accidents, natural disasters like earthquakes or storms, hit by a car, collapsed building, falling through ice, heat exhaustion, hypothermia, falls, burns, infected wounds from lack of medical equipment, sickness, being unable to breathe, drowning

Small moments: limping, feeling weak and seeking support, breathing through the pain, moving wrong in a way that aggravates the pain, and the sudden seizing of his body, shaking hands, pressing the heel of his hand against his temple because of a headache, taking a moment to close his eyes because he’s light headed/exhausted/has such a bad headache

Sci-fi: space illness, oxygen deprivation, isolation, being locked in the brig, hull of the ship getting damaged, alien attacks

Injuries: broken bones, gunshot wounds, hidden injuries, bruises, beaten, concussions, collapsed lung, slings, casts, crutches, knocked unconscious, blood loss

Torture/Captivity: Being strung up by their wrists from the ceiling, drugged, chained up, caged, tied to a chair, handcuffed to a pole, interrogated

Comfort/Caretaking: hugging, “Are you okay?”, “You’re safe now”, “I’ve got you”, hand holding, helping to walk, ice packs, covering someone with a blanket, a cool cloth on their forehead to help with a fever, a fever check, touching their face to offer comfort

Magic: magical healing that causes pain, draining of powers, powers that are painful to use, curses

Stoic or defiant whumpees

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Introducing…

ACEOFWHUMP’S FANFIC MASTERLIST!!

This has been a massive, ongoing project of mine for a while now in which I am endeavoring to catalog and categorize every fanfiction I’ve ever bookmarked. I fear this project will never be complete as I'm always reading and bookmarking new fics but I’m going to share it anyway.

Inside, you will find links and summaries to the fanfictions I’ve read over the years on both AO3 and FF.net. Each fic is sorted by the specific whumpee that they center on. So there’s a page for Danny Williams, for Mike Warren, for Lucifer Morningstar, and many many more. The fics are 90% whump with a touch of fluffy ones thrown in too. This list is based on the fics I’ve read and bookmarked so it leans heavily on my favorite whumpees and my favorite tropes. 

I’ve been working on categorizing every fic by its tropes (so theoretically you could search for say seizure fics or sick fics) but that’s taking me a loooong time because I have to reread every fic in order to determine what kind of categories to make and to look for the specific tropes. So for now you’ll have to make do with the fic summaries and using the search function. When it’s done, each whumpee will have their specific trope categories so you won’t necessarily find the same tropes in each category but it should help narrow down the fics better once I’m done. This is an ongoing project for me.

The list gets updated all the time so check back in every now and then. There might be something new.

I do take suggestions of fics to add to this masterlist but please keep in mind that it may not end up on the list. It's nothing personal I promise. I just can't add every single fic in the world.

Here's the link (note that it opens best on desktop browser because it is large):

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[filmbyjy]

– the bad boys

SUMMARY: 7 boys who all had the same in common and that was their hatred for their boss. how will each story go for them?

WARNINGS: each story has a warning of their own so please read with caution if any of the themes are triggering to you. this also does not portray enhypen in any bad way, its just an imagine.

TAGLIST: @nyfwyeonjun @ncityy04 @cutiejseong @minkyeos @madebyreyy (@onyourecha) @yuakagi @hoonstrology @luvrjn @kawaiisharkcopjudge @missmadwoman @aerinaga @jiwlys @wtfhyuck @astrosmistisa

NOTE: as this series was deleted along with my damn blog😀 I have to reupload this again! please reblog and like as it will help me a lot💗

YANG JUNGWON

genre: strangers to lovers (s2l) – read here

leader of enhypen

despite his age, the rest of enhypen has agreed to let jungwon be the leader as he is the most matured one of all

don't be fooled by his sweet appearance as he is really scary if you get on his bad side. jungwon doesn't like it when you mess with his family or his friends

usually he'd never open up to people because he only liked keeping his friends close. they were the only ones he trusted

until he met you, the quiet girl at the back of his maths class. you weren't the talkative type and you were really shy. everyone loved jungwon and he was the popular bad boy of the school and yet also a class president.

running along the hallways since you were rushing to hand your teacher something, you accidentally bumped into the boy. causing him to tumble onto the ground with you on top of him.

a deal was made to pay back for hitting jungwon. he never knew that through this bet, he'd find you so...cute?

and now he can't stop the blooming feeling in his tummy. what will he do?

LEE HEESEUNG

genre: enemies to lovers (e2l) – read here

ace of enhypen

yup the ace. he was great at everything he came across.

even making fun of you.

that was his favourite past time activity

the glares you sent him whenever he made a snarky remark, the way your face scrunches when you get mad

no heeseung isnt in love, he hates you

well he denies it. however the butterflies in his tummy everytime the both of you bicker says so otherwise

how foolish of him to think he doesn't like you

PARK JONGSEONG

genre: neighbours to lovers (n2l) – read here

mr.perfect of enhypen, part of 02z bermuda

jay, the perfect example of boyfriend/husband material. well lookwise, he wasn't very friendly though

every girl that he passes by instantly would be mesmerised by him and the fact that jake and sunghoon were there too

these 3 made up the bermuda triangle of enhypen (we will get to both of them later on)

you and jay were neighbours ever since you moved in a few years back. both your parents were acquainted with each other since they had exchanged thank you gifts.

if your parents weren't home, they'd always ask you stay over at the parks' home and well...jay wasnt too happy and he always ignored you.

you two ignored each other in school and never spoke to each other.

until one day, jay found you were being bullied by someone. that led to him protecting you from time to time. his cold demeanour still the same whenever he talked to you, the harsh tone he gave out whenever he talked

but yet...he protects you?

you were beyond confused and felt the mixed signals he was sending you. what will happen?

SIM JAEYUN

genre: strangers to lover (s2l) – read here

mr.charmer/mr.flirty of enhypen, part of 02z bermuda

meet jake, the australian hottie.

a playboy and a soccer player of the school's team. he has broken tons of girls' heart by leading them on into thinking he likes them

you were a victim

you liked jake and always have so you'd always watched him play during his matches or trainings.

of course he would have noticed you by now. sunghoon nudges at the boy's shoulder and whispers, "bet you could get in her pants and break her heart?"

jake smirks, "of course. my specialty." which is where the bet starts.

in the end, you got heartbroken and you felt betrayed by jake. you didn't come school the next day, you ignored him, you'd skip classes and eventually...jake finds you at the back of the school...smoking

who knew he'd turn an innocent girl into something else

PARK SUNGHOON

genre: enemies to lovers (e2l) – read here

ice prince of enhypen, part of 02z bermuda

sunghoon, the coldest person you'll ever meet. well besides the fact that he ice skates as a hobby, he's also in the school's soccer team with jake

despite his cold demeanour and bad boy reputation, every girl that he walks past always falls for him

not for you though

both you and sunghoon have been sworn enemies since kids. he has done a couple things that made you hate him as you grew up

he even scared your first boyfriend away and you still have no idea why

but either ways, you didn't appreciate it and always bickered with him. whenever you were in class.

but little did you know...sunghoon actually likes you

the cold demeanour and harsh acts were just him hiding his true feelings for you, foolish of him but he couldn't let you know of his true feelings. not yet at least.

KIM SUNOO

genre: strangers to lovers (s2l) – read here

cutie of enhypen

yes he was cute and he always uses that to his advantage. call him two-faced or whatever but he really only shows his true self to his best friends

sunoo only really puts up the good boy act when he's with teachers which is how he gets away with all the things he has done

he was also your neighbour that you've never talked to. funny when both of your parents were friends, they never bothered to get you two to talk thinking the both of you already do so at school

one day, you had to babysit sunoo's younger brother and him since Mrs.Kim didn't trust sunoo being left alone. he always loved to go out at night

and he did either ways while you babysitted his brother. you were obviously not bother by it because sunoo was old enough, if he wanted to go out, he could. your priority would always be his younger brother anyways. if mrs.kim had asked if the both of them were great and didn't cause you any trouble, you'd smile and nod

"not a problem at all mrs.kim." she would smile.

"sunoo didn't go out right?"

"nope." sunoo has never felt relieved that you covered him up since he came back in bruises that night. you carefully treated it before mrs.kim came home and sunoo couldn't help but stare at you.

maybe he might have fallen for you but he couldn't show it, after all...he always hid his true feelings.

NISHIMURA RIKI

genre: best friends to strangers to lovers (b2s2l) – read here

the real two-faced of enhypen

ni-ki was the youngest of the group and being the youngest, he was used to the older ones babying him but he didn't like that. he was also the middle child of his broken family.

how he became two-faced, was actually because of the fight both of you had 3 years ago

ni-ki was a happy-go-lucky child when he's with you, at home...he was sad and scared, maybe even angry. his dad...well...wasn't the best of the best person and he always got hit.

he learnt how to put on a fake face in front of you even though he trusted you

you found that out and begged him to open up to you, that led to a huge fight and here you two were being complete strangers.

ni-ki felt bad, he wanted you back. he wanted to be your friend again and he most importantly wanted to see the smile you used to have. now you were...miserable and sad. you felt cold like a different person.

so ni-ki vowed to get you back to how you were in the past. he wanted to see you smile and maybe rekindle that old friendship into something more

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daisy, chapter seven

A/N: it will probably be a little bit before I finish the next chapter because that one is crazy...

summary: “could this maybe help cheer you up?”

warnings: private school!reader, perv!steve, smut, kissing, size kink, dirty talk, public sex (locker room), handjob, blowjob, spit kink

word count: 1550

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Walking down the hallway, you saw the last few team members stroll out of the locker room. Your boyfriend not being among them persuaded you to creak the door open and poked your head in. Spotting him at an instant, seemingly the last one still in the changing room, he stuffed a blue towel into his duffle bag and zipped it up.

“Hey,” you announced your presence softly, not sure how he was feeling after what a fiasco that basketball game had been. 

“Hey ace,” he flashed you an exhausted yet content smile, “I’ll be ready to go in just a minute.”

Taking one last look over your shoulder at the now deserted school, you gently swung the door close, stepped up towards Steve and without giving a warning, pulled him down for a kiss. 

Lowering yourself back down from your tiptoes, you saw him blink in surprise and then practically purred, “hello…”

“Hi,” you caught his hand and weaved your fingers with his own. Still not sure if he was just putting on a brave face, you asked, “are you okay?”

“Me? Oh, yeah, I’m fine, tired, but fine,” he said, actually sounding genuine, “the team hasn’t won any championships in many many years, so it’s not really a huge surprise that we lost yet again,” holding both of your hands in his, he slumped back against the locker and exhaled, “I kinda just wanna get home.”

Somehow still not completely convinced, you checked once more, “are you sure you’re okay?”

Your abundant concern made him smile, as he squinted his eyes at you and said, “if you give me another kiss, maybe…”

Lowering himself a bit more to make the job easier for you, you raised your chin up and brushed your lips against his again, quickly causing his smile to fade away into just blissful relaxation. 

When his tongue inevitably poked past your lips and danced across your own, it didn’t take long for you to recall the plan you had dreamt up as you watched the game turn south from the stands. 

“You know,” you breathed, long ago having been twirled around by him so that it was your back that was pressed against the cool locker, “I’m really happy that you’re not all broken up about this,”  you let your eyes close a second as his lips went on a whirling path down your neck, “because if you were then I would have to do all of these things to cheer you up…”

Picking up on your innuendo, he stopped kissing your neck at once and came up to be face to face with you, stating abruptly, “I am actually so sad.”

“Yeah?” you smiled, running your fingers through his still-damp locks.

“Heartbroken,” he said dramatically, “there is this unbearable pain in my chest,” he thumped his closed fist over his left peck a few times. 

“Oh no, poor you,” a giggle bubbled out of you.

“Yeah,” his smile never waving, “I think I might cry in a little bit.”

“Oh no,” you ran your hands down his body, “we don’t want that,” reaching his grey sweatpants, you twirled the string around your finger and gave it a small tug, “could this maybe help cheer you up?” you cupped his rapidly growing bulge through the fabric. 

Breath getting caught in his throat, he shrugged, “maybe, I don’t know, I think we’ll just have to try and find out,” keeping the joke going even now as your hand disappeared down the front of his pants.

As soon as your small fingers wrapped around his girth, you felt him grab the sides of your face and kiss you hard. He let out a soft groan as you suddenly detached your lips from his and started to glide down the locker and land on the cold tile floor at his feet. His eyelids flickered as you settled yourself on your knees and hook a finger in his waistband to help free him. 

“Hey,” you smiled up at him as his heavy length sprung free, “you know I love you, right?”

Poking out your tongue, you gently swiped it over the head, the corners of your lips still upturned in bliss. 

“Y-yeah you do, wow,” his jaw hung low, and a palm fell to stroke your hair. 

Well aware of how this was kind of uncharted waters for you, he quickly picked up on your hesitation to do too much in fear of it being wrong, that he stepped in and plucked your hand off his cock, turning the palm up to your lips, “spit,” he commanded, completely enamoured by your every move. 

After doing as he asked, he then returns your palm to his throbbing length, wrapping his own around yours just to get you started. After gaining a bit of confidence and feeling him relax and let you take the lead, his fingers fell from yours, making the stark contrast of your own small hand behind his seem that much bigger. 

To compensate, you reached up and wrapped your other hand around his girth as well, jerking him at the same steady pace he had shown you. 

Letting out a small chuckle, he commented, “your hands are so small, ace. You want me to help you?”

“No,” you nearly swatted away the fingers he lowered half as a joke, “I can do it.”

Turning your head a bit, you still looked up at him as you placed a handful of sloppy kisses along his dick, tracing your tongue over the veins that mapped his length. 

“Yeah you can,” and then when you found yourself at his tip once more, lapping up the beads of precum, you felt his hips instinctually twitch, attempting to gain entrance to the warmth of your mouth. 

Not truly comprehending what a mouthful he was, you only parted your lips a bit at first, but it didn’t take very long before your lips were stretched around his fat head and his fingers were rooted in your hair, maybe for support, maybe to be a shield between your skull and the locker, or maybe he was simply at the brink of taking over himself and pushing your head down even further, till your nose was pressed against his fuzz and you couldn’t even think about breathing. 

Quickly hitting the back of your throat, you instinctually pulled off and choked out a tiny cough before blinking away the growing tears and determinedly filling your mouth up once more. 

“There you go, ace,” he encouraged, though your enthusiastic efforts never led you past his swollen tip, you tried your best to even it out with what little attention your small hands could give him. “You can do it,” you felt one of his thumbs swipe a tear from your cheek before returning to the back of your head, “just a little deeper,” he gently pushed you down till you gaged, sending you reeling back to try and recover quickly. 

You wanted to reach up and wipe your eyes, clear your vision so you could better see Steve’s breathtakingly pleasure-filled expression as he stood there towering over you, but you were covered in spit, your hands, your lips, no doubt dripping down your chin. 

“Jesus christ, you’re so hot, ace.”

Your whole body was tingling as your mind just kinda shut off, trying time and time again to take him down, even though your untrained throat wouldn’t grant him entrance.

When you felt like you had gotten into a good rhythm, slobbering all over his tip and working the rest of him in your hands, making him moan like mother fucker, he suddenly plucked you off his cock, lifting you up towards him, and just as you were gasping for air, completely drunk on him, he amplified the feeling by bending down and ruthlessly spitting in your mouth, quickly lowering your head once again so he could feed you’re his girth.

“Fuck, just keep your mouth open, just like that,” he briefly tapped the tip against your presenting tongue before repeatedly feeding you his dick, then withdrawing it completely only to buck his hips forward again, giving you as much as you could take, fucking your face and making you feel like you were made out of jelly.  

“That’s it, ace. Just relax for me,” you heard as your hands slid down his thighs, clawing at the fabric and painting it with saliva, “that’s a good girl.”

Entirely taking over the operation now that he was so painstakingly close to the edge, he panted, “stick out your tongue baby,” and furiously jerked his cock off right before your very eyes, “let me see it,” your tongue lazily peeked out from the smile he somehow always conjured. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, not holding his moans back nor caring if any of the remaining souls on the premises would hear, as hot white ropes spewed out and added to the mess of your face. 

Both of you heaving for breaths, you heard the clank of the locker as Steve’s forearm slumped against it, lazily grinning down at you as he admired his masterpiece, swiping up the various stray stripes only to smudge the against your swollen lips, “shit, ace…”

“Did it work? Are you happy now?”

“Yeah, ace, it worked.”

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[aemonds-fire]

The Sapphire Spell Ghost Aemond x Female Reader Part One - The Night Before

Summary: Can a spell cast by Alys long ago bring Aemond Targaryen back to life centuries later in Westeros? When the remains of the Kinslayer are found and put on display in a Cabinet of Curiosities, the ghost of Aemond discovers the proprietor’s beautiful daughter is the only person who can see or hear him.

Word Count: 708

Warnings: Canon character death.

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The Night Before

21st day of the 5th moon of the year 130 AC

Aemond paces restlessly, watching his lover, Alys, stare into the flames of the small fire he has made for them. They are camped under a full moon at the edge of the forest, near a clearing large enough for Vhagar to rest in. He remains silent, hesitant to distract the witch while she searches for visions.

Only when she leans back slightly, searching through the bag she brought, does he stop. “Tell me what you have seen,” he demands. The months of maddening rage at being outmaneuvered by Daemon eating away at him, along with his obsession for Alys, and the terror he is now unleashing upon the Riverlands, slake his thirst for vengeance to any degree.

“You will fight Daemon in the skies above the God’s Eye, and he will die, but not before he kills you,” she ominously tells him as she lays out herbs, oils, and other magical items beside her. "But I can change that fate." Alys looks up at him, smiling darkly, the glow from the fire casting shadows over her face. “Give me your sapphire eye, and I will cast a spell on it. You will feel the pain of your wounds, but the magic I will put in the stone will heal them. You will survive your injuries, while your uncle will not.

Impetuous and unrestrained fury replaces rational thought as Aemond removes the sapphire from his eye socket and hands it to Alys. “You are certain my uncle will die?” he asks irritably, driven by a savage need to deal a death blow to Rheanyra’s side by killing her husband and greatest weapon.

She places the sapphire in a bowl, then adds the other necessary items. She then draws her dagger, looking up at Aemond. “I have seen it; now give me your hand,” she says, holding out her own to him.

Without pause, he extends his hand to her. He does not flinch as she takes her blade to his palm, letting his blood flow into the bowl. Alys begins to speak words he does not understand, chanting them again and again before pouring the contents into the fire, causing the flames to dance higher while changing to unnatural colors. This continues through most of the night, until she returns the shining stone to him, neither undamaged nor soiled by the flames, as dawn approaches.

“Nuncle, I hear you have been seeking us,” says Aemond.

“Only you,” Daemon replied. “Who told you where to find me?”

“My lady,” Aemond answered. “She saw you in a storm cloud, in a mountain pool at dusk, in the fires we lit to cook our suppers. She sees much and more, my Alys. You were a fool to come alone."

“Were I not alone, you would not have come,” said Daemon.

“Yet you are, and here I am. You have lived too long, Nuncle."

“On that much, we agree,” Daemon replied.

As the two mighty dragons claw and tear at each other with flames so bright, it looks as if the clouds have caught fire. Daemon leaps from his dragon to the other, driving Dark Sister into Aemond’s blind eye and forcibly dislodging the sapphire from the socket.

It was upon the twenty-second day of the fifth moon of the year 130 AC when the dragons danced and died above the Gods Eye, and two men, two dragons, and a sapphire stone fell into the waters of the lake.

Some years later, after the end of the Dance of the Dragons, Prince Aemond’s armored bones are found still chained to his saddle, with Dark Sister thrust hilt-deep through his skull. His remains and the skull of Vhagar are brought up from the lake bottom and returned to the Red Keep. By Targaryen tradition, the dead are burned by dragonfire, but there were no more dragons and no one left alive who would mourn the Kinslayer, so his bones are placed in a stone sarcophagus in a chamber deep beneath the Red Keep, to be forgotten for centuries.

The sapphire he wore in place of his missing eye was not found, lost beneath the murky waters of the God’s Eye.

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Shoto x Reader

Mentions: Characters are aged up! Body image, Plus size reader, Drinking, NSFW, Virgin reader, cute aftercare, fluff morning, No proof read sorry for errors

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“ You should totally go on a date with him. He sounds very nice. I’ll be there at a distance just in case you don’t want to be there anymore or something goes wrong okay.” Mina said and Momo agreed. Girls gotta help each other.

Shoto’s name on the online dating: Senju 

Senju: We can meet up at weston. 

(weston is a fancy restaurant) 

You made very good money but you weren’t stupid rich

y/n: oh um Isn’t that too much? I’m a simple girl. Plus I don’t have that type of luxury.

Senju : You doll up and I’ll pick you up okay. Is 8pm good? 

Y/n: I’ll meet you there and yes that's perfect.

Senju: Okay see you there then. I’ll be waiting. I’ll be wearing black tux with a white and red brooch.

y/n: I’ll wear a red dress then! See you later.

You were so nervous and scared. You hadn’t shown him a picture of yourself. You’re a plus size woman. That was something you’re so insecure about which is why you didn’t date at all. Even in highschool. You did have crushes here and there but when you confess to them they’d instantly reject you, not even in a feel sorry for you way. They were rude. 

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They’d say things like:

“Hell no you look like a blob”

“ You’re a piggy and I don’t date such an ugly thing”

“Maybe in your next life you’ll be pretty”

“ lose a few pounds and even then maybe not.”

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“ Come on let’s get you ready! You’ll look like a princess once you’re done dressing up.” Momo said. 

You wore a simple but classy red dress Momo created for you. It was short, had a slit to teasy a bit with one strap. Your make up was simple as well. Overall you looked Amazing! The girls dropped you off. You noticed a tall,handsome man with the white and red brooch that matches his hair color. You walked up to him nervously. “S-Senju or should I say Shoto ” you said. He looked down at you shocked. It wasn't that he didn’t like what he was seeing, if anything he was trying to control himself from devouring you. “ Y/n?” he replied smiling. “ Yes. It’s nice to finally meet up with you.” you said. “I lied about my name because…being one of the greatest heroes causes relationship issues.” he said walking inside with you. You were nervous about how dinner would go. “Reservation for Todoroki.” he spoke to the host. The host checked his table. “Yes sir, right this way.” you both followed the host. You were confused on why you were lead to a room with Shoto. “ The waiter will be right with you.” the host said and left, closing the door behind him. It was so beautiful. A private room. Every single detail screamed romantic and sweet. “ Is it to your liking?” Shoto asked as you sat down and he helped you tuck in your chair. “ It’s beautiful. Thank you. You’re very kind.” you replied. He sat down and started looking at the menu and so you did the same. About 20 minutes later the waiter shows up taking out his pad. “ We’ll have Cheesy Potato Croquettes as appetizers. I’ll have Lemony Salmon with potatoes and tensoba. Cold please.” Shoto said then looked over to you. “ I’ll have a lobster risotto,” you said. “ Drinks?” the waiter asked. “ Armand de Brignac Ace of Spades Demi-Sec and 1999 Andre Beaufort a Ambonnay Grand Cru Doux Rose” , Shoto said. You trusted him. He knows his champagne. After an hour you were having an amazing meal. You loved the taste of the champagnes and couldn’t get enough and so while you ate the more champagne you craved. Shoto was concerned about how much you drank. “Uh you should take it easy. It might not taste strong but it sure is.” he said. “ S’fine I’m not a lightweight. I swear.” you replied. Biggest lie. You guys had to leave through the back and since you were too drunk to speak correctly he had no other choice than to bring you to his house to spend the night.

You were at his house by 12am. 

Being drunk makes you tell the truth on how you enjoyed the night and how sexy Shoto looks. 

“ Did I..tell..handsome sexy so much.” you said and hiccuped. He chuckled and opened the door while holding you. “No ma’am you haven’t told me that.” he replied walking in with you. You were getting touchy. Playing with his hair and leaving a peck on his cheek. He set you down. “ Careful now, okay.” he said, locking the door. You looked around walking wobbly. As you were about to fall he caught you. He was tired of holding back and so he kissed you. You let yourself go and allowed him to have all of you. You are a virgin but you thought fuck it why not? He carried you upstairs to his room . The moment was so heated you guys quickly took your clothing off, so desperate for each other. 

“ You’re so cute my baby.” Shoto said, tossing you on the bed.“ Let me claim you.” he whispered in your ear. “ Yes please.” you replied. He reached down to your pussy and played with your clit. You moaned softly. He felt all your wetness dripping onto the bed, spreading your legs further as he pressed a kiss on your pussy. Your cheeks turned red. Eating you out was heaven for him. He hummed as he sucked and slurped so sloppy.. You grinded yourself against his mouth. “Nasty girl. You’re so needy.” he slapped your pretty cunt which made you jump and close your legs. “ Obey me.” he ordered, spreading your legs. Your cunny was aching thinking about the need of being stuffed by him. “P-please. I need you inside of me.” you said with glossy eyes. Your pussy clenched around nothing. He smirked, liking the power he has over you. “ m’kay baby.” he replied, running his tip teasingly at your folds. You whimpered as he finally stuffed your tight cunny making you wince in pain. He groaned. “F-fuck.” you sniffled.  He noticed how very sensitive you are.. There were tears slipping from your eyes. He eventually figured you’re a virgin and he didn’t want your first to be after a 1st date. “ I can't.. I won’t allow this to be your 1st time. It isn’t special.” he said. You nodded. “It hurts.” you cried. You never imagined it being painful then again every woman's  body is different. Even after foreplay some women still aren't relaxed enough to be penetrated. He pulled out carefully. You gripped his arm. “I’m sorry. You must be upset to not receive anything” you spoke as you noticed he was staring. He left and came back with a warm wet cloth. He cleaned you up thoroughly and carefully. You did bleed a bit. “Thank you Shoto.” you spoke. He nodded and tossed the cloth in the trash can. It was definitely a night to remember. You slept comfortably cuddling with him. It felt so natural. The following morning was shocking as you woke up in his arms remembering the event of last night. “Morning y/n. I hope you slept well princess.” he said, giving you a soft kiss. You decided to let fate take over. You smiled feeling happy,“Morning Shoto. I did sleep well." you replied. He couldn't help but carry you and head to the bathroom. You giggled. He was very strong so to him you felt like a feather. "Put me down sho." He refused to obey you. "No ma'am." you pulled his hair lightly. He set you on the counter as he got the bath ready. " Ready for a warm bath?" He asked winking at you, you understood he'd be washing you. You were insecure..no man has ever seen your body, let alone worshiped it. Shoto watched you as you let the warm water surround your body. "You're very beautiful." he commented. You blushed as he started scrubbing your back. " Just so you know. You're mine. Forever." he said kissing you. Your body was trembling with happiness. "Forever." you replied. His heart was beating at a fast pace. He knew that its you he wants to date, to get married someday and have children if you wanted. He wants to raise them and watch them grow into wonderful strong people as you two grow old. He wants forever with you. He kissed you again leaning in closer. He slipped inside the tub. He was drenched as well. Thank goodness this man is stupid rich otherwise there would be water all over the ground. You both laughed, bubbles on your cheeks and foreheads. You began to wash each other up. It was relaxing and intimate.

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Omg I absolutely love what you wrote for my first request. I'm not sure if it's okay to request another if not please disregard this. But may I request prompt 6 or 14 (whichever inspires you more because I couldn't decide which I liked more) with Luffy or Ace. 🥰please 🙏 and thank you🥰

Ace x prompt 6: staring at the other’s lips, trying not to kiss them, before giving in.

hiii ♡ sorry this took so long, I tried to prioritise other people's request to ensure fairness - I hope you don't mind! I didnt write anything in the past week apart from academic papers and my creative writing feels rusty again - I hate it. I chose Ace for this one cause I already wrote loads for luffy and my boy deserves some love. I hope you enjoy this one! please do let me know what you think, I hope it meets your expectations!!

gender neutral! minor injury mention

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Ace was not able to pinpoint the exact moment he started thinking so much about you.

Memories of you crowded his mind; both hemispheres of his brain now felt like museums' corridors, both of their walls full of artworks of your best smile, of the tiny scrunch that formed on the bridge of your nose every time you drunk his favourite liquor and its alcohol burned your throat. The moments that the two of you shared were the most precious and he kept relieving them, replaying them right before his eyes - causing him to zone out constantly. The thought of you drove him insane, Ace simply couldn't escape - he dreamt about you all the time, regardless of him being asleep or awake.

The sting of the disinfectant you applied on the tiny cut on his eyebrow brought him back to reality. You were so close to him and he could not help but get lost in his thoughts, whilst your scent completely invaded his senses.

"Ouch." he whined as a little smile formed on his lips. "You could have warned me!"

"I did?" you replied, shrugging your shoulders. "you just. never. listen." you added, emphasising every word by tapping on his wound with the little cotton pad you were using.

Sighing in response, Ace bit his lip and let you continue. There wasn't much he could say, it was true - he was never really there, living the moment: his mind constantly wondered around, every sort of scenario taking place in his mind. His brain was completely controlled by this insatiable hunger he felt towards you. He wanted to play with your hair and cuddle you to sleep and he wanted your filthiest side. Having you sitting right on his knee didn't help him, at all. Your face was so close to his he could feel your breath warming his soft skin, strand of your hair falling on his face and tickling him only slightly. Ace couldn't help but stare at your lips, how plumped they look and how delicate they would feel on his.

Applying a band-aid onto his wound, you finally moved away from his face. You could feel him staring, he had been doing it for a while now - his eyes felt like daggers, piercing through you and causing you to blush every damn time. Biting your lips, you quickly scanned his face, just to stare at his lips - instinctively mirroring him. Butterflies completely took over your stomach. Your body acted faster than your thoughts and before you could realise it, you were already leaning towards him, lips almost brushing. Adrenaline built in your veins as you get closer to him, your heart beating so fast you thought it could explode. Was this right?

"Yep. All done, you'll be fine!" you screamed happily, your hands still shaking as you move away from his face once again. Every fibre of your body wanted to make Ace yours, aching every time his fingers touched your skin, needy for more. But the tiny, sadistic voice inside your head made you realise just how much you enjoyed the chase. You wanted him to crave you - if this wasn't all in your head, he should have done more than that.

Ace shook his head, trying to recover from what just happened. One second you were almost kissing him, the other you're slipping out of his grip. Wrapping his arms around your torso, he stopped you from getting away and adjusted you on his knee once again. A wide smirk formed on his face as he finally locked his eyes on you.

"Nah, where do you think you're going?" he laughs, leaning closer to you and brushing his nose against yours, sending a shiver down your spine. "Stop playing around. You know what it does to me." he whispered, lips now brushing against your neck. He was at his limit, letting his passion take over his body.

"Oh, finally tired of staring?" you teased, lifting his face up by putting your index finger under his chin - he looked heavenly as he completely hanged from your lips, metaphorically and not. A small laugh escaped his lips as he finally gave in, pressing his lips against your and kissing you fiercely. Feeling as if he had been wandering in the desert for all this time, Ace finally able to satisfy his thirst.

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[princesstaeille]

Heatwave

summary: it’s the hottest day of the year and haechan wants to find something to do.

genre(s): body horror

warning(s): blood/gore, character death, graphic descriptions of decaying(?) bodies (pls let me know if there are more)

wc: 900

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It was the hottest day of the year.

It was the type of heat that Haechan could see rippling in the air. A heat that made the atmosphere feel heavier, a leaden weight that slugged down his legs. A heat that suffocated him when he opened his mouth, sweltering to the point where panting like a dog only caused more harm than good. If he held out his palm, he could feel it coat his sweaty fingers in an uncomfortable thickness.

Although turned on its highest setting, the fan didn't do much except blow hot air into his face. It didn't help that the AC happened to be broken, but Haechan figured it wouldn't be any different from the fan, except maybe louder.

He stared outside the open window, watching blankly as the buildings wiggled and wobbled in the distance. It was the only thing he could do. He couldn't go outside, or he'd probably melt. Scrolling mindlessly on his phone wasn't an option either; the heat was affecting the Wi-Fi and causing everything to overheat.

Haechan sighed and tried blinking away the glaze in his eyes. He could hear the fluid squelch under his lids. Even doing that was exhausting. 

"There's gotta be something around here that I can do..." he muttered, swiveling lazily in his chair. He scanned the hazy room, eyes glossing over the blank TV, the discarded magazines on the couch, and the dead Nintendo Switch sitting on the coffee table until they landed on some puzzle boxes underneath the coffee table. 

When did we ever buy those? Haechan thought as he dragged himself over to the table. He pulled out the first box, which was coated in a healthy layer of dust. After wiping it away, the cover revealed a nook of a lush forest. At its center stood a rushing waterfall that filtered into a ready stream below, surrounded by smooth gray rocks and vibrant green pines. Though he was sure it was a painting, it looked so much like a photograph. He could almost hear the water rush and rumble, the millions of drops joining together in one crystal pool. Cool drips would sprinkle onto his cheeks while the towering trees shade him from the sun's rays, leaves swaying in the chill breeze. Haechan would give anything to shed the unbearable heat that clung to him like a second skin and lounge underneath the blue cascades all day.

Unfortunately, the closest he would get to that was putting the puzzle together.

Haechan forced himself to his feet and sighed. He studied the puzzle cover once more before deciding to try it. It'd be a nice distraction, he told himself as he walked across the living room. He knocked on Mark's bedroom door, which had been closed longer than Haechan could remember. He wasn't sure if Mark had left his room at all today.

"Hey Mark, wanna complete this puzzle with me?" The words clawed their way out of his throat, and Haechan began to wish for a cold glass of water. When no reply came, he twisted the doorknob, which almost slipped out of his sweaty grasp, and cracked the door a bit to peek inside.

The back of the black leather gaming chair at Mark's desk faced the door. Instead of being tucked into the underside of the desk, the chair sat parallel to it, facing the wall. 

Haechan glanced around the rest of the room but spotted no other presence. "Mark?" He called out once more as he took a step inside.

He approached the leather chair, wondering if the insufferable warmth lulled his roommate into an afternoon nap. The thought dismissed itself as the scent of metal wafted into his nose. 

Haechan grabbed the edge of the chair and cringed at the contact his hand made with the leather. He felt like the skin on his palm was sizzling away with each passing second it stayed touching the burning material. Quickly, he swiveled the chair around to face him.

Mark sat in the chair, slouching to one side while his neck craned in the opposite direction. But he wasn't napping. His eyes were wide open; one had tumbled from the socket and slid down the thick, bloody sludge that coated his shirt. The other pointed down and off to the side, staring into nothingness. Thick globs of tender skin and flesh sloughed off his bones and settled onto the floor with unsettling plops before disintegrating into the stained carpet.

Mark wasn't ignoring him; he had no mouth to respond. What Haechan assumed to be his lips slid down his chin, skin peeling and flaking, sinking into the bloody mass below. In their place was a bony grimace stretching from ear to ear, pearly whites stained in crimson that oozed from the crevices and dribbled down his chin. His skin sagged, dark hair lost in the rising flood that bubbled up, overflowed, and crept down his forehead, pooling into his sockets, coating a glassy, vacant eye.

The stench grew with each passing second, intensified by a warmth so great that Mark's blood boiled. 

Haechan felt his begin to as well. Beads of sweat raced down his back. Though his throat was incredibly dry, he felt his stomach churn and the burning sensation of bile rising up. 

Haechan dropped the puzzle box. The smell made his head spin. He stumbled out of the room but couldn't tear his gaze away from Mark's. The puzzle could wait. 

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[taylor-swift-bracket]

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Notable Bridges

(Under the cut)

Fearless (Taylor’s Version)

You Belong With Me

Oh, I remember you driving to my house

In the middle of the night

I'm the one who makes you laugh

When you know you're 'bout to cry

And I know your favorite songs

And you tell me 'bout your dreams

Think I know where you belong

Think I know it's with me

Love Story

But I got tired of waiting

Wondering if you were ever coming around

My faith in you was fading

When I met you on the outskirts of town and I

Fearless

Well, you stood there with me in the doorway

My hands shake, I'm not usually this way but

You pull me in and I'm a little more brave

It's the first kiss, it's flawless, really something

It's fearless

Oh, yeah

Fifteen

When all you wanted was to be wanted

Wish you could go back and tell yourself what you know now

Back then, I swore I was gonna marry him someday

But I realized some bigger dreams of mine

And Abigail gave everything she had

To a boy who changed his mind

And we both cried

Mr. Perfectly Fine

So dignified in your well-pressed suit

So strategized, all the eyes on you

Sashay your way to your seat

It's the best seat in the best room

Oh, he's so smug, Mr. "Always wins"

So far above me in every sense

So far above feelin' anything

And it's really such a shame

It's such a shame

'Cause I was Miss "Here to stay"

Now I'm Miss "Gonna be alright someday"

And someday, maybe you'll miss me

But by then, you'll be Mr. "Too late"

Speak Now (Taylor’s Version)

Dear John

You are an expert at sorry and keeping lines blurry

Never impressed by me acing your tests

All the girls that you've run dry have tired lifeless eyes

'Cause you burned them out

But I took your matches before fire could catch me

So don't look now

I'm shining like fireworks over your sad empty town

Oh, oh

Enchanted

This is me praying that

This was the very first page

Not where the storyline ends

My thoughts will echo your name

Until I see you again

These are the words I held back

As I was leaving too soon

I was enchanted to meet you

Please, don't be in love with someone else

Please, don't have somebody waiting on you

Please, don't be in love with someone else (Ooh)

Please, don't have somebody waiting on you (Ooh, oh)

Back to December

I miss your tanned skin, your sweet smile

So good to me, so right

And how you held me in your arms that September night

The first time you ever saw me cry

Maybe this is wishful thinkin'

Probably mindless dreaming

But if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right

I'd go back in time and change it, but I can't

So, if the chain is on your door, I understand

Long Live

Hold on to spinning around

Confetti falls to the ground

May these memories break our fall

Will you take a moment? Promise me this

That you'll stand by me forever

But if, God forbid, fate should step in

And force us into a goodbye

If you have children some day

When they point to the pictures

Please, tell 'em my name

Tell 'em how the crowds went wild

Tell 'em how I hope they shine

Long live the walls we crashed through

I had the time of my life with you

Mine

And I remember that fight, 2:30AM

As everything was slipping right out of our hands

I ran out crying and you followed me out into the street

Braced myself for the goodbye

'Cause that's all I've ever known

Then you took me by surprise

You said, "I'll never leave you alone"

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