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how seventeen react to their s/o's baby photos
notes: ive been choosing baby photos for our school yearbook cz it's the end of the year and it had me thinking.... what if i made this a svt hc??
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seungcheol, jeonghan, hoshi
eyes are positively gleaming at the chance to see your embarrassing moments when your parents bring up ur baby photos when he's visiting one day. he is so very ready to make fun of you for how ridiculous you looked as a baby. only, that all gets forgotten when he's shown the first picture and his jaw drops open because???? you were so cute wtf????? how is this even possible omg you were the cutest baby he's ever seen. all thoughts of blackmail are gone from his head. he's just in awe over how you've stayed so CUTE over the years
joshua, woozi, vernon, chan
finds you absolutely adorable no matter what. every picture that gets placed in front of him, he's instantly smiling and pointing out your chubby cheeks and saying that you're the cutest little bean he's ever laid his eyes on. you could be screaming and throwing the biggest tantrum in the photo and he'll still giggle and say you're soooo so adorable. is he ridiculously, horribly in love with you? yeah. and he knows it. doesn't stop him from steadfastly believing you were the cutest baby ever tho
junhui, dokyeom, mingyu
giggles at all your demented baby photos. your parents were the kind that took photos of every single memory during your childhood, so there are many of you with your face screwed up into a temper tantrum or with food all over your face or when you're drooling all over yourself whilst u were teething. you find it embarrassing, but this guy thinks that it's soooo unbelievably cute. keeps giggling like he's gone insane. is, weirdly, especially attached to that one picture of u trying to gnaw off your grandma's hand with your toothless gums
wonwoo, minghao, seungkwan
he always had a feeling that u were cute when you were a baby, and on the day that your parents busted out the childhood photos, his feelings were confirmed. good lord, you were such an adorable baby that he can't help but smile with such ridiculous fondness down at the photos before looking over at you again, pinching your cheeks and saying that you're still as cute as you were back then. very seriously asks ur parents if they can send him copies of the baby photos that he likes the most so he can keep them for himself
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pairing: seungkwan x reader word count: 2.8k warnings: a couple of swears, Seungkwan’s not mad he’s disappointed, kissing
Author's Note: this fic is part of the Thirteen Valentines event, but can be read as a standalone! also, i would suggest listening to the song listed below to get a feel for the vibe of the fic, but it's not necessary.
hype boy by new jeans
i know what you like boy you’re my chemical hype boy
i’m not looking for just fun maybe I could be the one
You don’t know why you called him.
Well, you do know why, but even in your inebriated state, you still vaguely know that you probably shouldn’t have.
You haven’t seen Seungkwan in over a week. He looks mad when he enters the bar to find you, and you know you deserve it. When he opens his car door and helps you in, you expect him to start lecturing you, to complain about your lack of responses to his texts and calls, anything — but he doesn’t say a single word.
That makes it so much worse.
When he’s annoyed, your friend can complain for hours (when Chan ate the last of his yogurt just last week, you hadn’t heard the end of it for days). But when Boo Seungkwan is genuinely hurt and angry about something serious, he stays eerily quiet. You’ve seen it happen, but you’ve never, ever been on the receiving end of his silent treatment before.
And it terrifies you.
After you’ve climbed into his passenger seat as gracefully as you can manage, you can’t help but stare at him while he reaches to do up your seatbelt. He’s always been soft like that with you — doting, caring, kind. This time, you don’t think you deserve it. You know you’ve really hurt him, but the alcohol mixing up your brain can’t figure out how to fix any of it right now.
“Can you please sit still, I swear to god—”
You barely hear him with how hard you’re staring. You dazedly note that his hair has gotten a bit longer at the ends. It falls softly into his eyes as he huffs at you, trying his best to shake the strands away so he can see while his hands are busy trying to clasp your belt in. You hate when he’s struggling, and he’s pouting now, and that just won’t do —
So you lift a hand to help him. You brush the hair out of his eyes, and it takes you a second to realize that he’s stopped moving. You meet his gaze, your hand falling to brush over the soft roundness of his cheek.
“You’re so pretty,” you whisper, and you think you hear his breath catch, but you don’t know why. You only said it because it’s true. Because you wanted him to hear it.
You also want to kiss him — so you do. Even though you think he might hate you right now.
It’s barely there, a soft press of your mouth to his, and you pull away before he can react. He stares at you, mouth open just a little, and your eyes are wide as you stare back.
Then he removes your hand from his face, clicks your seatbelt into place, and promptly shuts the car door.
Oh.
You can feel tears begin to prick at the back of your eyelids, and you rapidly blink to try and keep them away. You keep your face turned from him, even as he gets in and starts the car, even when he asks you if the temperature is okay and you just hum in response.
Your brain can’t form thoughts of anything but rejection as he drives you the rest of the way home in silence. You’re drunk, and you’re embarrassed, and honestly? By the time he pulls up into your visitor parking spot, you’re a little bit angry, too.
You were trying to mend things, to kiss and make up or whatever it is they say, and he had rejected you. You can’t help the few hot, frustrated tears that slip down your cheek.
You’d met Seungkwan the year before. You’d finally worked up the nerve to join your university’s badminton team, and he’d been the first one to pull you in for a rally with his teammate. He’d helped you meet your future partner that day, too. You hadn’t wanted to admit it then, but you’d been pretty smitten with him from the start.
And it had only gotten worse from there.
You saw Seungkwan at practice once a week at first, which quickly turned into twice a week when the two of you would practice after hours. Soon enough, you were hanging out on weekends, too, and then hanging out with each other’s friends. You’d been able to push your little crush down for the most part, not wanting to even go down that road when he was one of the best friends you’d made in a while.
Then you’d been selected for the MVP tournament at the end of the semester, and you still remember the moment it had all hit you like a fucking train.
You knew Seungkwan had an exam the day of your final game, and even though he said he’d make it, you hadn’t expected him to actually run across campus to get to you in time. And when you’d heard your name and found him in the crowd, sweaty from the exertion of his jog, you’d been so happy you could have cried.
When your partner had scored the winning shot, it took mere seconds for Seungkwan to find you on the court. You were swept up into a hug that had the air whooshing from your lungs. When he’d pulled away, he’d been grinning from ear to ear, swaying you from side to side playfully by your shoulders.
You’d known it then — that you loved him.
He was always cheering you on. In badminton, in your academic life, when you tried to keep up with him at karaoke — he was your biggest fan, period. He believed in you, and that meant everything.
“Are you okay?” Seungkwan’s eyebrows had furrowed, his smile falling as he gave you a concerned once over. “Did you get hurt?”
You shook your head, trying desperately to form words that made any bit of sense so you could get away from him for a minute and just breathe. “Just exhausted,” you managed, and to your relief, all he did was nod in understanding.
“Go shower, get changed and then go home and sleep,” he’d instructed. Usually, his mother bear instincts would have made you smile, but you couldn’t force it then. He had let you go with one more squeeze to your biceps, a hand lifting in a wave as he backed up, before turning around and jogging back over to the rest of his friends. You had been completely frozen in place as you’d watched him go, unable to move until one of your teammates called your name.
You hate that Seungkwan knows the code for your door.
You hate that he treats your apartment like it’s his, that he knows where everything is, that even though he’s obviously still upset with you — and even though you’re upset with him — he still helps guide you to your bathroom to wash up, still leaves pajamas for you outside your bathroom door.
You hate that he takes care of you, because you want it to mean what it so obviously doesn’t.
He’s sitting at your desk when you finally climb into bed, avoiding all eye contact as you pull up the covers. You can feel Seungkwan hesitate before he speaks.
“Do you need anything else?”
You hold back a sigh. “No.”
“You sure?”
“I said no.”
Your eyes meet his pointedly. Seungkwan’s eyebrows raise, and you raise yours right back. It’s him that lets out a sigh, running a hand through his hair as he stands up.
“Okay.” He takes a step toward your door before he pauses, and his eyes meet yours again as he adds, quieter, “We’ll talk tomorrow, okay?”
“Whatever.” Your voice is small, and you can hear his sharp intake of breath.
“Y/N.”
You don’t respond, rolling onto your side and away from him. It's quiet for a second, and you wait with bated breath for him to say something else, but he doesn’t. He just turns the light off, and closes the door.
After your terrible realization at the championship game, you’d completely avoided Seungkwan — plain and simple. There’s no way of getting around that truth. You’d been scared and embarrassed, and you’d known that even just one look at him would have ruined you. You wish you could say you were brave, but you’re a coward — you know you are.
And so all of his calls and texts had gone unanswered — for an entire week.
When you wake up, you don't feel great, but you don’t feel as bad as you’d expected. Your head is pounding, though, so you force yourself up and to the bathroom for some Advil. You stop short when you see a pair of legs hanging over the arm of the couch, and your heart drops.
He’d stayed?
You can tell Seungkwan has been awake for some time as he scrolls on his phone. The blanket he must have used is already folded up neatly beside the couch, and his face lacks the usual sleepiness it wears when he’s just woken up. He doesn’t hear you come in until you speak.
“You’re here?”
Seungkwan looks at you in surprise before he sits up, his phone falling to his lap. He pauses before he says, “Why wouldn’t I be?”
You shrug, gnawing on your bottom lip. All you can think about is the fact that your head is pounding, and you desperately need some more water. “If I were you, I would have gone home.”
“Yeah, well, I’m not you — I, personally, prefer to talk things out instead of avoiding the problem.”
It takes your hungover brain a moment to process. Then you wince at his pointed words, your stomach turning for more reasons than one, but you don’t retaliate. He isn’t looking at you when he says them. You are suddenly so nervous, your voice shaky as you speak, but you know this can’t be avoided. You hate this, but you know that it’s your own damn fault.
“I’m sorry.” The words feel heavy as you say them, and you can hardly breathe. You know where this conversation has to go, and you’re desperately not ready for it.
You’re not ready to lose him.
He crosses his arms. “For what?”
You think you might burst into tears. “For last night.”
“What part of last night?”
Your breath catches. Is he really going to make you say it? You steady yourself as you say softly, “I shouldn’t have kissed you.”
For someone who usually wears his heart on his sleeve, Seungkwan is suddenly very hard to read. “Okay,” is all he says, and your heart sinks. “What about the fact that you ignored me for a week?”
“I don’t know, Seungkwan.”
You watch as his eyebrows shoot up. “You have nothing to say after a week of ignoring me? God, I should be so pissed at you right now.”
You wince. He’s right and you know it. For some reason, though, he’s not mad. He looks dejected, tired, unhappy — but he’s not angry. You wonder why not. Your voice is small when you respond.
“You’re right.”
He looks at you in disbelief. “So that’s it? I don’t get an explanation? You’re admitting to ignoring me on purpose for a week, and I’m supposed to be okay with that without even knowing why? You haven’t responded to any of my texts… and after all of that, you call me to pick you up because you’re drunk and need a ride?”
“I didn’t even think you’d pick up,” you say softly, honestly.
“That’s what you got from what I said?” His voice is incredulous, and you don’t blame him. “Of course I picked up. It’s you,” Seungkwan says with a scoff, and your heart lurches in your chest. He pauses, taking in a deep breath. “Wouldn’t you do the same?”
Your voice is soft as you say, “You know I would.”
“Do I know that? I also didn’t think you’d ghost me for a week, but I was wrong about that.”
“Seungkwan—”
“Wouldn’t you care if I stopped talking to you for a week with no explanation?” His voice gets softer as he speaks, suddenly unsure, and you hate yourself a little for being the cause of it.
“That would break my heart,” you admit, and you watch as Seungkwan crosses his arms pointedly.
“Yeah.”
“I’m sorry,” you say after a pause, and you are heartbreakingly aware of how inadequate it sounds.
He closes his eyes, inhales a sharp breath, and then he says, “Okay.”
You look at him in surprise. “Okay?”
He runs a hand through his hair, shoulders lifting into a defeated shrug. “What else am I supposed to say? You won’t talk to me or tell me what I did wrong. I literally can’t do anything else.”
You feel your heart break just a little bit more. He’s past the point of frustration, past the point of trying — and you think that’s the worst thing that could have happened. Now, he just looks sad, and it’s your fault. You watch as he stands up and takes a few steps towards the door, and you can feel the panic rise in your throat.
“Seungkwan?”
You stand up too, your fingers grasping at his sleeve to stop him. He turns back to you in surprise, and you try to steady your heart, your breathing, your nerves. He waits, eyebrows furrowed, gaze not leaving yours as he searches for an answer.
“Please stay,” is all you can manage. “I’ll tell you. I’ll explain everything. Just… just give me a minute, and — just please don’t leave.”
He stares at you for a moment, and then he nods. He finds his spot on the couch again, arms crossed over his chest, and you join him. You squeeze your eyes shut. You take a deep breath before reopening them, staring at your hands, and then you say it.
“I like you.”
You can see Seungkwan straighten out of the corner of your eye. You don’t stop, you don’t let up, because if you don’t say it now, you never will.
“I really like you, Seungkwan, way more than friends,” you continue softly. “And I’m sorry for avoiding you, but it wasn’t as if I could just tell you why.” Your voice grows even quieter. “You’re my best friend. I can’t lie to you… but I didn’t want you to know. You’re just so — you’re amazing, Seungkwan. I like you so much, and it was starting to become really overwhelming. You have to understand that I just — I just needed to breathe for a little bit.” You swallow, hard, before you add quietly, “When I saw you last night, when you came to get me, I just… I missed you, and I guess drunk me wanted to kiss you, so she did.”
Your confession hangs in the air between you, and you want nothing more than to sink into the couch cushions beneath you.
Then he says quietly, “And what about sober you?” and you suddenly can’t breathe.
“What?”
“Does sober you want to kiss me, too?”
“Seungkwan.” Your voice breaks, a quiet, desperate plea for him not to push any further. You squeeze your eyes shut, and your chest is tight as you nearly beg, “Can we please just —“
“Y/N. I like you too.”
Your eyes fly open. You stare at each other for a moment — a pair of blushing idiots.
“I really didn’t think I stood a chance,” he admits after what feels like the longest moment in existence. It’s so soft, so Seungkwan — your Seungkwan, the one only you and a select few get to see, the one who’s a little insecure and uncertain and real — that it makes your breath catch. “When you kissed me, I…”
“Kwan,” comes your whisper, and you think you can see the makings of a shy smile on his lips at the nickname.
“I’m freaking out right now,” he admits, cheeks flushing pink, and all you can do is stare at him.
“Shut up.”
“Seriously?” He lets out an awkward laugh at that, and it’s your turn to blush.
“Sorry,” you say quickly. “I’m just — holy shit. You know?”
Seungkwan laughs again. “Trust me — I know.” He shoots you a soft smile before he repeats, “Holy shit.”
It’s silent for a moment as your giggles subside, and you feel so shy that it almost makes you laugh again. You have to look away from him to breathe a little, but you can feel him shift closer, your knees brushing.
“Come here?” It’s a quiet request, as if there’s any way you’d deny it. You turn back to face him, cheeks flushed, and he smiles.
The way he takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger makes you smile, too — and the kiss he presses against your mouth soon after has you downright giddy. It’s long and slow, so soft that it makes you ache, yet still so intense that it manages to steal the breath from your lungs.
“More of that, please,” you say when he pulls back. You’re breathless, and Seungkwan’s ensuing laugh is so bright that you feel like you’re being held by the sun.
“I think I can make that happen.”
A/N: Listen. I know I can’t just write for Seungkwan. Don’t look at me. ANYWAY! thank you for reading!!! If you read it REBLOG IT, and check out the Thirteen Valentines masterlist! If you want to be added to the taglist, send me a message :) Your kind comments and reblogs don’t go unnoticed, I promise
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WELCOME BACK PRINCESS DIANA
Why You Should Date Each of the Entities:
The Dark:
You can't see the things that are so plainly wrong in the dark, everything is softer, more blurred at the edges. your secrets will always be safe.
The Corruption:
You will never be alone again, loved unconditionally, blindly, wildly by something that lives within you. Something that has marked you. Something that will never leave.
The Lonely:
Isn't it so peaceful? So calm? Being given your own space, living, loving in silence together. How can you be hurt if there's no one to hurt you?
The Eye:
What would you give to fully be Seen? To be understood? In your deliriously human entirety. A complex puzzle of experience and nature, dissected and pieced back together.
The Vast:
You want to be drawn in, magnetised by something larger than life, bigger than you could ever imagine. You want it to overwhelm you, the indifference in which it reacts to your all-encompassing desire. The best part of love is the falling.
The Flesh:
Meat is meat is meat. Why romanticise what is so plainly human? You are a person, made of flesh and bones, you would like to be with another person, made of flesh and bones. Simple as.
The Web:
Love me, love me not. You pull off each of the spider's legs to understand your romantic fate. It's infinitely complex, ineffable to you and your human machinations. You just want to follow the red string, hopefully finding someone on the other end.
The Slaughter:
It's me and you. You and me. Why should anyone else get in the way? I'll dig through your ribcage and curl up aside your beating heart, holding it as it ceases to beat.
The Spiral:
You don't want to understand. You just want to your hand to be taken, pulled along to dizzying adventures. Chug the slushee and relish the feeling of the brain freeze.
The End:
Everything ends. At least this way, you have more control. The relief that washes over you is no longer tinged with guilt.
The Buried:
You're surrounded on all sides by your lover, encompassed and safe. The pressure condenses your fizzing veins into hard candy and for the first time, you feel solid.
The Desolation:
Burn it down and only we are left. We are the most important people to each other and it shall stay that way, until the both of us perish. It will end as it started, with a rush of flame.
The Hunt:
You're constantly chasing the pounding, breathless feeling in your chest, craving the twist of the neck to check if I'm still watching, still five paces behind. It's presence is comforting, mingled with torturous.
The Stranger:
Fuck man I don't know how to make this one sound romantic.
you're the only friend i need - sleepover with Kai
song recs: sweet by cigarettes after sex & ribs by lorde
you guys both put face masks on and watch ur favourite shows
you share a blanket and watch on your computer
you build a blanket fort together, and put all of his plushies inside it :)
you guys paint each other's nails
after the movie is done, you guys go to cook something together late at night
then you watch cheesy rom coms together whilst holding hands, and squeeze tightly when a cringe part comes on #endurethecringe
laughing as you play truth or dare together, learning more about each other whilst gazing into each other's mesmerising eyes
you guys share a bed like little kids and can't fall asleep easily because you never run out of things to say during a conversation
laughing 'til your ribs get tough :')
he gently whispers words of reassurance in your ears, which makes them feel ticklish when you are almost about to fall asleep :)
.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.☆.*｡･ﾟ✫*. Lovelyz favorite photoshoot ♡
for a healthier option, Lover will be out August 23
IM IN LOVE???
contains…established relationship. fem!reader. mutual masturbation. virgin!reader. college au. no curses / sorcerers. reformed player!geto <3. messy making out. cum shot. lovesick!geto (i’m serious). praise. so much fluff. not proofread.
your boyfriend is just so hot.
you have eyes, you have common sense, you have a brain. you’re not oblivious to the stares he gets, and the late-night messages he receives that he’s never once responded to.
you’re fully aware of the countless girls who talk bad about you, whining about how a man such as geto could possibly settle down with a prude like you, and how he’s likely getting what he doesn’t get from you somewhere else.
it doesn’t matter, however.
you know he’s not like that anymore. in fact, he’s far from it.
he’s wrapped around your finger, so whipped you’re practically walking him on a leash at all times. he’s so obviously infatuated with you—that’s why people talk.
he’s in love with you—point blank. he’s incredibly infatuated with his beautiful girlfriend, oblivious to the girls who wantonly text him despite his experiences because, in his mind—if he’s in love, so is everyone else!
the thing is, though, geto has no idea just how similar you two are.
he knows that obviously you love him too, and there is a reason you’re still dating him. but he doesn’t know the entire extent to how much you love him. how much you long for him.
he doesn’t know the nights he’s away, you spend with your thoughts wavering and your mind all foggy.
he doesn’t know you spend your nights apart the same way he does—flushed, aching, and desperate for a release.
it’s not like you haven’t given him any reason to believe you’re sexually attracted to him—you let him know just how handsome he looks all the time. but due to your abstinence, he doesn’t let the compliment spread too far.
he keeps his hands clean, until he can dirty them when you’re apart.
he’s probably a little dense for not realizing you’re just as desperate as he is—there’s just the matter of you being emotionally—or physically, for that matter—ready for such a change in your life.
and if he’s being honest, he doesn’t mind the waiting. there’s a newfound want he’s gained. it’s not the want to get his dick wet, it’s a want to please you.
to make you feel good, to see just what makes your head spin—not his.
you’ve known it from the start that geto suguru will be the man who takes your virginity. but now wasn’t the time—despite how needy your body was reacting to him.
“you’re so—god—annoying,” you pant, lips moving sloppily against his, knuckles growing white from the grip you held on his large t-shirt.
he snickers against your mouth, hand wrapped tightly around your lower waist to keep you pressed below him. you taste so sweet, like the soft serve you were innocently licking just minutes ago that he had absentmindedly asked if he could have a taste of.
it resulted in you childishly eating the rest of the ice cream, claiming there was “no more” he could have. you were giggling about the mess you made, before he assured you there was definitely a way he could still have some.
despite how cold your lips were, he held you tight against his chest, palm cupping your cheek and making a mess out of you desperately.
he’s so painfully good at kissing you. at getting a rise out of you. if you weren’t so scared of the intimacy sex endures, you’d for sure have already done it with him. countless times at that.
he just made you so needy.
“ya should’ve let me have a bite, sweetheart.” he teases, nearly stealing every ounce of your breath and nibbling on your cheeks.
despite the cold sweet was (somehow) still lingering on your tongue, you could feel the sheen of sweat accumulating on your forehead.
he guides his open-mouthed kisses to your neck, wantonly nibbling and sucking on your skin he’s grown to find was sensitive, letting your head topple back while he does so.
your legs were loose where they wrapped around his waist.
“suguru—“ you breathe, mind racing a mile a minute.
he takes a moment to respond, allowing your back to arch and a short whimper part your lips before he pulls away to admire the small purple hickey he charitably made. “what, baby?” he hums, grinning down at his work before leaning back in to pair it with another one.
“what do you do when you get like…really horny?”
he pauses, cutting his new lovebite short before he’s leaning over you again, and this time looking at you in your eyes.
he slides his thumb across your swollen lower lip, fighting a smirk.
“i masturbate.” he says assuringly.
your breaths were still even—still quick. your chest rose each time you inhaled until you exhaled, and the taste on your tongue was a mixture of two things—the ice cream, and your boyfriend.
“and, do you think of me?” you ask.
he’s never told you—mainly because he was always kind of afraid you’d be upset by the fact that he does, indeed.
which, certainly you’d have the right to feel upset. he’s nearly violating your privacy—but then again, he can’t really control his subconscious. it’s not his fault he goes into autopilot as soon as he’s alone with his hand, and the thoughts of his pretty little girlfriend.
he lets out a short laugh, leaking with nervousness, while his eyes waver with maintaining contact.
“well, i mean—“
“because i think of you.” you interrupt, pulling your lower lip between your teeth. your gaze falls to his—how pink and plump they look.
his eyes widen.
“really?” he can’t help but wonder, and that smirk he was fighting had won.
“all the time. every time.” you whine, your knuckles tightening their hold on his shirt.
he could gape, but the sly grin on his face was overpowering. he loved hearing you say that.
“i do too—every time.” he confesses, sliding his tongue across his lips.
he notes the small specks glowing in your eyes, and how your irises grow just a little.
“what do you think about?”
he smiles down at you, raking his mind for every thought he’s had of you—and there were many. he knows just what he thinks about, every single time.
he doesn’t want to walk on eggshells anymore, not after knowing you think of him the same.
“pleasing you. just how you’d react if i did certain things. how you’d sound, look, taste, feel. everything.” he says honestly, sliding his thumb across your cheek.
you couldn’t deny the heat that spread to your face, and just how dryer your throat has gotten. but more specifically, just how dizzy your head had grown.
“what about you? what do you think about?” he asks before you can say anything in response.
you lick your lips, a small chuckle leaving to fan his cheek. “what it’d be like. how you’d feel, and make me feel.” you murmur, flattening your hand against his chest.
he couldn’t deny the way his ego—already overflowing—grew at your words. he knows about his large sexual history, and how people think of him, but this confession instantly made it to the top of his list. he might never forget it. especially since it’s you admitting it.
he can’t help but grin at the image, because he knows he’d make your first time worth your while. worth all of the time he’s patiently waited—and how much longer he’ll wait ahead.
you sigh, gliding your hands up his chest to link around his neck.
“god—i just want to do it. get it over with. you make me crazy,” you admit, chuckling quietly while keeping your gaze set on his lips. “but i can’t yet. i just—i don’t know why. i just can’t.”
he smiles, sliding his palm down the side of your face, brushing short pieces of hair from your eyes before he cups your cheek.
“and i’d never ask you to. i’m happy with waiting, my love. just being in the same room is enough.” he reassures, and despite deep down knowing this, you couldn’t help the feeling of a weight being lifted from your chest.
you swallow nervously, trying your best to ignore your hands which were growing weak and your stomach which was starting to tighten due to a lack of friction your core has been craving for a few minutes now.
“and—but i’m just so horny right now. i’m so—i need you.” you whine, your breaths picking up and chest heaving against his.
he lets his hand that was tight around your waist loosen a little, cupping your waist and looking at you deeply. he almost groans at your words, something he’s never heard come out of your lips.
“what do you want me to do?” he asks, lowering to press a deep kiss to the opposite cheek he was holding, and then another one to your jaw.
you chew on your lower lip, clearly contemplating something in your mind with the way your eyebrows furrow and your gaze wavers. your body was flushed, hot and sticky underneath your clothes—combining with his weight and warmth over you.
you carefully press your hand against his shoulder, using small force until he gets the message and confusingly lifts himself from you, crawling back onto the cushion of the couch that wasn’t occupied.
“i, just—“ you begin to stutter, your sparkling eyes flickering with a certain want—a need—that geto has never seen before and he feels himself swell in his sweats.
“i want you…to, just—“ you trail off again, sliding your pink tongue across your plump lips and he finds himself staring.
that is, until your knees that were previously pressed together slowly begin to separate, and his eyes subconsciously fall to your hand that is weaseling it’s way down your clothed body.
his eyes instinctively widen, watching your dainty and nimble fingers disappear between your shorts and underwear, and the moment your lips part and you gasp ever-so-quietly—he feels his body light on fire.
oh god, you were touching yourself.
right in front of him.
he feels like he might go crazy, the way your head tips back to dangle over the armrest, and the way your chest heaves as your hand picks up its pace.
he wonders why you tilted your head back. is it just a reflex, is that how you always react? or is it to hide your face which is undoubtedly on fire, and avoid eye contact with the man who’s nearly about to short circuit in front of you?
a little part of you is probably embarrassed. but why pay attention to that right now when he makes you act like this? when he gets you so worked up?
“nghh—” you whimper, and geto’s hand moved all on his own. he wraps his hand around his length through his sweats, his eyes lidding when looks at you.
“fuck,” he moans your name, half-trying to get your attention and half-subconsciously just talking. your teeth nibble on your bottom lip when you lower your chin, fragile gaze growing a little more confident when you see just what you’re also doing to him.
when you get to see how you make him feel every time he sees you. he’s never been driven so insane.
your eyes fall to his hand, watching him pump himself through his clothing just like you were doing, before your gaze meets his.
“kiss me.” you mutter, a little more commanding then intended but hey—who’s he to deny?
he surges forward, his free hand cupping and sliding towards the back of your neck as his lips connect to yours.
and it’s so messy. so sloppy, he can immediately taste your saliva. your tongue, so soft and slippery, and there’s moans pushing from your lips while you continue to touch yourself. he makes a silent effort to press himself against you—and the groan he lets out from the feel of your hand rubbing your clit against the back of his nearly makes you laugh around his lips.
“c-can i—do it too?” he stutters, mumbling into your mouth.
you could melt.
“yes—sugu, yeah,” you pant, nodding your head which unlatches your lips. your eyebrows pinch together as the pad of your finger presses against your clit, feeling your wetness soak through your thin pair of underwear.
geto groans, sloppily fumbling with the waistband of his sweatpants before he moves to pull them down his legs.
he hovers over you again, hand continuing to palm himself through his thin boxers. he keeps his eyes on yours, watching how the grow a little heavier, and your head rolls to the side to rest your cheek against the cushion.
your hand has picked up its pace, and even though he’d never ask—he wishes he knew exactly what you were doing to yourself because whatever it was makes your chest heave, and another desperate whimper push through your lips and fill the steamy, thick air.
“s’it feel good?“ he sighs, dipping his fingers into his boxers to officially give himself some skin-to-skin contact.
you nod, whimpering. “mm, yeah—i’m s’wet.” you moan, fluttering your eyes closed as you sigh.
his head hurts. he’s aching to know just how wet you are. he’s dying to know how it feels.
but he’s a patient man. in fact, just hearing the way you touch yourself is enough.
his cock is throbbing, it almost hurts to grab when he frees himself from his thin restraint, and pumps his hand quickly along his length.
you open your eyes to peek when he lets out a stifled whimper.
your eyes widen at what you see—and not just because his dick is the first real one you’ve ever seen, but because of how large he was.
his hand was so much bigger then yours, and he couldn’t even fit the size of himself.
his angry red tip, throbbing and leaking. he’s so long, and there’s a pretty pale vein running alongside his length that makes you suck in a breath. you wonder how it’d feel inside you.
he didn’t see the way your eyes widen, only the way your hand seemingly picked up speed below your shorts and he slides his tongue along his lower lip.
“y-you’re—“ you whisper, your eyes moving to trail up his physique you’ve already seen a handful of times, until they meet his gaze. “you’re so big.”
he can feel stars in his eyes, his length twitching immediately, while the compliment puffs up in his chest. he wants to reach out, kiss you all over, make it apparent that his lips were against your skin to anyone who’d be nearby.
“yeah?” he chuckles, rubbing his thumb across his slit. you marvel in the quiet whimper that he involuntarily lets out, watching his lips purse together before his foggy gaze meets yours again.
you nod, but before you could say anything you quietly stifle a moan when your fingers roll over your clit in a particular way, causing your breath to hitch and your head to fall back once again.
geto thinks he can watch you forever, with the way your breaths grow staggered, and your clothed chest heaves when you inhale. his vision grows dizzy when he sees the way your eyebrows pinch, and the way you desperately press your teeth into your lower lip to muffle your quiet whimpers and moans.
he wants the image to be burned into his brain forever—because god, this is what you look like when you’re touching yourself. this is what you look like when you’re alone in your bedroom, thinking of him just like he does to you.
he almost feels embarrassed when he can feel the all-too-familiar build up in his lower stomach.
his eyes roll when he lets out a low groan, subconsciously leaning forward and pressing his free hand to the armrest beside you.
“‘m close,” he whines, embarrassingly so because usually he could last much longer—but you made his will fly out the window.
you nod slowly, picking up your pace before a quiet sob of, “m-me too,” wobbles out of your throat.
his eyes warily open at your words. he needs to see your face when you cum. he peeks his gaze down to your hand, and it’s only then when he realizes—he’s actually about to cum.
“where should i—i dunno—“ he’s stuttering, panting while he speaks and he’s surprised it’s even intelligible.
but when you arch yourself a little more, bringing yourself closer into him and your eyes move to meet his—he thinks he might burst right then and there.
or was it when you silently use your other hand to raise your—his—shirt, securing it just under the mound of your breasts to reveal your soft, plump stomach and you look him dead in the eyes when you say, “here. do it on me.”
“what?” he breathes, eyes lidded.
you scoot in closer to him. “cum. on me.”
he doesn’t know exactly what it was that did it for him—the gesture, or your persistence? whatever it was, that was enough for his eyes to roll back and deep, low groan force it’s way out of his throat.
his dark tresses fall around his face, despite the way he kept it in a loose bun. his jaw breaks open, pinched eyebrows and lidded eyes molding across his features the same moment the pumping of his hand staggers.
you moan on your own, nearly grinning under your matching expression when your hand matches the speed of your breaths, and the warm splatter across your stomach is enough to make you finish.
“fuck,” he drawls, voice croaking and head dangling.
your body grows limp, head falling back onto the cushion of your couch. your breaths suddenly become very audible, both yours and geto’s matching as they slowly calm down.
although geto has had countless sexual experiences, this was by far the most intimate thing he has ever done.
he couldn’t stop himself when he leans in to cup your cheek, pressing your warm lips against his and stealing every ounce of breath you had left in your lungs.
your knee presses against his hip, caging him close and pressing his soft lips to yours. you let out a short moan, accepting his endearing kiss despite the fact that you were still trying to catch your breath.
“i love you,” he mumbles, peppering his kisses to your cheek. “y’didn’t have to do that…”
“well it wasn’t really for you.” you snort honestly, smoothing your fingers through his long dark hair. “i needed that.”
his stomach flips, his short kisses never faltering until he raises his chin to plant a longer one right on the middle of your forehead.
“let me get you a towel.” he sighs, using his weakened strength to lift himself off the couch, taking a turn down the hallway where he knew you kept your spare towels in the bathroom. he grabs a small wash cloth, dampening it quickly.
his cheeks were red and flushed, much like the rest of his skin. his forehead was sticky, long black strands sticking to his skin but he paid no mind.
you purse your lips, letting one of your legs lay across the cushions of the couch while the other props next to you, your eyes fall to the rather large, thick, white ropes of cum sitting on your bare stomach. you hardly stifle your chuckle.
something about tipping him over the edge like you did—it made your ego explode.
that’s never happened to you before.
he returns a mere few seconds later with a damp towel in his hand. you allow him to gently wipe it across your own sweaty and flushed skin, leant back against the armrest in peaceful silence.
his soft, smooth hands slide against your dampened stomach, gently pressing his thumb into the plush endearingly.
“are you feeling okay?” he asks, and when you make eye contact you don’t miss the way his pupils grow.
“why wouldn’t i be?”
he shrugs, but inevitably accepts the way your arms open and your knees part to make a slot for him to lay. he presses his face into your upper chest, cheek smushing.
“because you’ve never done anything like that. not with someone else, at least.” his voice comes out a soft mumble. “i just wanna make sure you’re really okay.”
he melts into your loving hold, your legs wrapping around his torso and fingers running through his hair.
“i really am. i love you, suguru—i promise, that was exactly what i needed.” you press a small kiss to the top of his head. “i want to do more, i really do. but—baby steps.”
he gives you a tight squeeze, raising his head to press his cheek into the crook of your neck fondly.
“take as long as you need, my love. i’d never ask you to.” and you know he’s being honest.
his eyes open to lock with yours when he raises his chin. “but i hope you know that if you let me take your virginity, i’m not going to let you just ‘get it over with’.”
you head lulls when you let out a short chuckle, relaying the quote in your head before your hand meets his warm cheek, and you lower your chin just a little to press a kiss to his pink lips.
“when,” you correct. “there’s no other man i’d want to experience my first time with then you, suguru.”
sorry if this is so cheesy and corny and rushed ugh i haven’t posted in so long </3
Carl Phillips, from “Late in the Long Apprenticeship,” in Silverchest
SHE’S BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH ANOTHER AMAZING PIECE OF ARTWORK. THIS IS SO GOOD UGHHHFHFHFJ. made me want to cry at the end what the fuck😭😭 i CANNOT wait for the next chapter to see what happens!!! though i am kind of scared to see where their relationship will go😭
rain. | four of wands chapter four
pairing: witch!hyunjin x f!reader | wc: 40.4k | genre: adult/dark romance | warnings: mutual pining ; angst ; occult sciences + depiction of sex magick ; explicit sexual content ; mentions of heavy use of drugs ; this story and chapter contain adult themes as well as very dark themes. reader discretion advised ; more warnings here. This work is for adult audiences.
A match was harmless until something came along to ignite it. But sometimes a match is just a match. Sometimes, the right moment never comes.
The storm, it seemed, washed away any cloud from the sky, leaving it clear and limpid for days. The weather warmed up fast—afternoons were heavy, the air thick with humidity, the song of cicadas and birds, and the loud buzzing of dragonflies zooming around ponds. The sun was unforgivable, and it was best to avoid it for those few hours.
Mornings, however, were different.
Your dreams morphed into something else, something more tame. No more elaborate fantasies or sequences. What remained were flashes, images, seemingly meaningless scenes unrelated to one another. Like dreaming you woke up and went downstairs only to see Ali and Michelle on their daily walk and noticing that your mother was with them. Dreaming that you were on your way to meet Felix at Parker’s but not seeing the bar once you made it there. Dreaming of finding your old prom dress in your closet and calling Renee over so she could try it on.
The man with the crimson hair had been painfully absent from your nighttime mental adventures. It was in itself an ironic form of torture—as much as the intense dreams you had of him before had troubled you, you couldn’t help but want them back. You found yourself wishing for it on a couple of occasions as you drifted to sleep, going as far as using visualization techniques to improve the odds of it happening.
It did not happen.
Mornings were pale blue and soft yellow, with the threat of scorching heat looming over but not yet tangible. You woke up early after a restful sleep, which was a brand new thing in your life and something you weren’t sure you’d ever get used to should it keep happening. You woke up and stayed in bed for a long time, long enough to see the world shift from grayscale to color, long enough to hear it go from quiet to lively.
It was from your bed that you heard for the first time the peculiar song of a bird. At first, you weren’t sure it was a bird at all and lay on your stomach to watch the world through the large corner windows of your bedroom in the hopes of catching sight of the owner of this voice.
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Show Me How (it feels)
Pairing: Fem!Hyunjin x F Reader
Genre: Smut, Friends to Lovers
Warnings: Fem!Hyunjin, teasing, oral (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), kissing, tension,
Word Count: 1798
Synopsis: A streak of shitty men has your dearest friend taunting you, but she's just too damn pretty to be mad at.
THEY'RE LESBIANS, JANICE!
"He was not that bad!" You shout, throwing a plush duck at your best friend sat across from you, her melodic laugh filling the small space of your bedroom as she continued to spill all her issues with your most recent situationship.
"Yes, he was! I met him once, and he kept his hand on your ass the entire time! He also smelled like salami, and I need you to acknowledge that!"
You didn't want to acknowledge any part of it, fully aware that no matter what you tried to say, it really was that bad. Your taste in men had only gotten worse over the years, barely able to entertain one for more than a few weeks before you found yourself completely losing interest.
Maybe you were the problem. Had you set your expectations too high?
"Stop that right now."
You feel a sharp pinch on your thigh, and the accompanying glare would have scared you if you were a stranger, pretty eyes and long lashes staring into you. She was always so pretty, even when she was mad.
"I didn't say anything!" There's a whine in your voice as you attempt to defend yourself, but she isn't having it, reaching out to kick your Calf before scooting closer to the middle of your bed.
"You don't have to. I know you."
You've been scolded by her plenty of times over the years of your friendship, and you couldn't help but giggle every time. It was sweet. The way she cared for you was something you couldn't quite find anywhere else, and you weren't sure if you'd want it from anyone but her.
"You should try dating women." She smirks, dodging your hand as you swat at her. "I'm serious! Women are great! They're soft and they smell good and they know how to treat the clit!"
There's a strange feeling simmering in your stomach as she speaks, and you're mesmerised by how her soft lips wrap around the syllables of her words. The way her tongue peeks past her lips on some sounds was a quirk you'd taken notice of long ago, unable to deny the way it had become something you were strangely fond of. Everyone felt like this about their friends. You were sure of it. Granted, none of your other friends made you feel quite the way Hyune did.
"Are you even listening to me?!"
Annoyance tints her voice, but she laughs immediately after noticing the dazed look on your face.
"If you wanna kiss me, just say that."
She says it playfully, as if it's no different to any other joke, but the silence that follows has her raising her eyebrow at you, a series of less than friendly thoughts trickling into her mind like honey.
"You wanna kiss me, don't you?"
"Shut up!"
"Oh my GOD. You do!! Oh, you're SO gay!"
"Please shut up! I'm sorry okay! I was just distracted!"
"You can if you want to."
Your mouth opens, wanting to tell her that yes, you do want to kiss her, you want it more than you've ever wanted anything else, but the words won't come out and you sit there in stunned silence until you see her eyes roll and she's moving again, this time coming to rest on her knees infront of you with one hand firmly planted on your thigh.
"Do you want me to do it for you?"
Her tone is gentler now, as if she can feel your body buzzing beneath her fingertips, the electricity overwhelming you as you nod, whispering your approval though you're sure it's unable to be heard.
"My pretty girl."
You barely hear her before her lips are on yours, soft and delicately flavoured by the watermelon lip balm you'd lent her. You'd never felt something quite like this. In was suffocating in a way that made you sure you'd never want to breathe again if it meant losing this feeling.
She pulls back, and your mouth chases hers, desperate for more even as she giggles, her gentle hands cupping the side of your face. It feels like she's staring into your eyes for hours with a hint of mischief in her own and a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, and it's hard to tell what she's thinking. It was always hard to tell what she was thinking.
"You're so cute. Like a helpless little rabbit..."
A dreamy sigh fills the space between you, and she leans forward once again, barely brushing her lips against yours.
"Do you want more?"
Nodding isn't enough to satisfy her, a hand slipping to firmly grip your chin as she forces you to make eye contact.
"Say it. Please. I need to know that you want this as much as I do."
It's vulnerable. The secrets she spills in the sanctuary of your bedroom were always the kind of things she'd never dare to speak anywhere else, and this felt like no exception.
"I do want it, Hyune." You fumble the words, but they land on eager ears regardless. "I want you."
Time is a blur, and your back finds comfort in the plush mattress beneath you as her body moves to cage yours in, her thigh slotting between your legs as her mouth moves slowly against yours, her tongue teasing yours as you grow hungrier with every squeeze of your hip, the feeling of her nails digging into your skin sending waves of heat straight to your core.
"You look so beautiful right now."
Her nose brushes against your own, and there's a look akin to reverie in her eyes as she drinks you in.
"My pretty rabbit. I could just devour you right now."
"Please."
You're not sure what you're asking for, but she knows. Of course, she knows. She's spent months dreaming of this exact moment.
"You're okay." She coos and bumps your noses affectionately once more before the sound of your gasp makes her laugh as her teeth find your neck, nipping at the tender skin. It feels like you're being swallowed by the flames of pleasure that lap at your willing flesh, and you know she feels it to, the grip of her hands becoming rougher, almost aggressive as they explore your body.
The overwhelm sets in deeper when you feel your shirt being pushed up and her thumb drags lightly over your nipple causing you to arch up into her. You can feel her smirking against your neck, whispering barely audible praises against.
"Tell me if you want me to stop, okay? I wanna show you how you should be treated. Will you let me do that? Will you let me show you how good I can make you feel?"
It's hard to speak when you feel like she's stealing every breath from your lungs in your dazed state, but you know she needs the reassurance.
"Please, baby. Please make me feel good."
Baby. The words echo in her mind. Baby, baby, baby. It sounds so good when you say it.
"You're gonna kill me."
The sound you make when she wraps her supple lips around your nipple surprises you both, serving only as encouragement to her as she sucks and laps at the sensitive bud, her own moans mixing with yours when she feels your hand slide through her hair, absent-mindedly, slipping through the silky tresses in almost a petting motion. Hyune was always a giver, but she'd never imagined it could feel quite so incredible until she had you squirming beneath her, your voice filling her head until the only thing she knows in this world is you.
She pushes your skirt up your hips, trailing wet kisses down your sternum and tummy until tinted lip balm leaves barely there marks where her lips meet your underwear as evidence of her affection.
Her eyes meet yours once again, and unlike before, a nod is enough. She's too eager to taste you, watching as you kick your underwear off into the void of your room. Usually, she wasn't nervous at all. Usually, she was completely confident in her abilities. This wasn't anything like her usual endeavours.
"Hyune, you don't have to if-"
"Shhh. I want to. God, I really fucking want to."
She swallowed before leaning forward to lick curiously at your clit, moaning as the taste of you coats her tongue. You're so wet and so warm, instinct taking over easily. One arm wraps around your thigh to hold you close to her as she laps teasingly along your slit, her thumb rubbing circles at your clit as she takes her time exploring what makes you tick. You're practically purring by the time two fingers prod at your entrance, circling the muscle a few times before they slowly press into you, her skilled digits curling immediately to stimulate your gspot.
"Holy- Baby, fuck!"
You're hands find her hair, gripping firmly as your hips grind against her hand, greedily setting your own rhythm.
"Such a pretty pussy. Gonna keep it all for myself."
She's talking to herself more than you, distracting you by lapping at your clit when you open your mouth to speak. You don't need to speak. She works her fingers diligently in and out of pussy, whining to herself when she feels you dripping down into her hand. She's barely thrusting, focusing on massaging the spot that makes you keen as she switches to sucking at your clit with light pressure, not wanting to overstimulate you.
"Gonna cum. Feels so good, Hyune. So fucking good."
You're grinding recklessly against her mouth and she takes it like a champ, undettered by your grip on her hair or the juices that coat her chin. She'd stay here for hours if you wanted you to.
"Let it go, pretty girl."
You've never cum so hard with anyone, your ears ringing and your vision blurred as waves of pleasure crash down on you, your pussy squeezing her fingers as she gently works you through your high until you're gasping, your hand dropping from her hair as you lay exhausted infront of her.
Sticky hands swipe over your bed sheets, and you think to scold her, ultimately distracted by her lips, finding yours like a beacon, the taste of yourself on her tongue both confusing and welcome.
"That was. Wow. Thank you."
Her smile is one of pure love and affection as she lays beside you, tucking herself into your side. She'd declare her love for you later, wanting to savour the moment shared between you as she felt you press a single kiss to her forehead, your fingers finding hers almost hesitantly, drifting over them until she laces them together.
She doesn't need to say anything. She already knows you were made for her.
Yayy!!
[better quality images under the cut]
can't i just come home with my tail between my legs after getting kicked out of a bar for getting into a fight, and i expect to be reprimanded, but instead i get asked how the other guy ended up. i tell my boyfriend about the fight after he helps clean me up, how that guy totally deserved it, how i stood up for myself. i notice halfway through that he's rubbing his cock through his pants. "don't stop now." he says, "did you win? what happened exactly?" his other hand is between my legs. i sit there and stumble through my account of the fight, while he asks how i hit him, asks for the details when i tell him how my fist collided with his jaw. he presses down on my tdick and i choke on my own words. "i wish i could've seen you. fighting like a man, taking out your aggression. such a good gaurd dog, huh?" i put my hand over his on his cock and kiss him over a split lip.
Did it work?
(old comic, finished the last two panels and colored in)
🎶 Your heart on a tilt always sliding… How good does it feel? 🎶
This is like, low key spice, no junk visible? Please leave me the fuck alone tumblr censorship police.
From September 1st
Knowledge Day is celebrated in Russia on September 1.
Traditionally, on this day, solemn lines, class hours, lessons of knowledge, peace, security, and courage are held in schools.
This holiday symbolizes the beginning of a new academic year for all Russian schoolchildren, students, teachers and teachers.
The characters from Danmei also congratulate you on the day of knowledge