riley flynn from midnight mass (2021) has transmasc swag!
riley flynn from midnight mass (2021) has transmasc swag!
you think you can run away from me?
i am in your head.
i’m not as good with keeping up with my dash as i used to be, so i figured if anyone wanted to tag me in posts they think i’d enjoy... i started tracking #userlore. so if you feel like it, you can tag me in your edits, moodboards, thoughts etc. etc.
let’s just say i saw this on twt and i have not been the same since
subby binnie getting fucked and moaning like this
ok fine maybe steam DOES understand what games im into
Genre: suggestive, angst?
Warning(s): mentions of cheating, sex, cursing, alcohol
A/N: This fic in no way is meant to depict cheating in a good light, nor does it mean anything about anyone in the fics. and I am sorry Juyeon. This is the first time I've ever written anything like this but I got inspired after listening to the song "Scotty Doesn't Know" by Lustra.
You never had the intention of cheating on your loving boyfriend. He was sweet and attentive, but he wasn’t exactly the best in bed, sure he satisfied you but it was boring.
The first time was purely a drunken mistake. You were all together at a party, your boyfriend’s birthday party. Juyeon, your boyfriend, had gone to socialize and you went to get another drink. In the dim kitchen of that loud party stood Yeonjun leaning against the counter and a cup of some kind of alcohol in his hand. He had a friendly and polite conversation with you.
You couldn’t say exactly what led you two to being locked in an upstairs bathroom, but you were sat upon the vanity. Hands pulling at hair, clothes were being removed, lips smashed against each other in breathless hurried kisses, you really didn't care.
That wasn’t the last time, because that spontaneous and risky “mistake” sparked something in you. You would regularly say you were going to visit friends, shopping, hell once you even used the excuse of a self-care day to meet up with Yeonjun.
He was exciting, fresh, and rough when necessary. He was also Juyeon’s friend, one of his closest friends actually they were both in the same dance classes and stayed close. You can’t even say you were sorry for it, because Juyeon was so naive and trusting he made it too easy. Deep down some sick part of you wanted to get caught by him, it would make breaking his heart easier than actually breaking up with him and making up a shitty nice reason for the relationship ending.
Here you were yet again, Yeonjun’s lips pulling sweet moans from your mouth as his mouth left kisses and licks along your neck. When you agreed to this twisted thing you two had going on, you made some rules, no marks could be left on you that Juyeon could see; the guilty part of you made those rules, the fucked up part of you didn’t care if you were marked up.
“You’re overthinking again,” Yeonjun grumbled, his face rising from your neck to look at you.
You shook your head, “no marks remember,” was your answer.
Yeonjun continued to work his magic when your phone rang. You sat up, grabbing the mobile device, Juyeon’s name lit up the screen.
“Should I stop,” Yeonjun asked, eyes watching as you answered the call.
You laid back down, one hand holding the phone to your ear, the other hand reaching down to push Yeonjun’s head back down to your body. As Juyeon spoke into your ear, you bit back moans and excused the sounds by saying they were caused by cramps. That was today's excuse, you were suffering from harsh period cramps insisting you were fine and just needed a day in bed and to sleep.
The call ended with the usual “love you” from both parties while Yeonjun was taking his time between your legs.
After every meeting with Yeonjun, you swore it would be the last. Yet when he asked for you to come over, you were quick to make it over to him. The guilt was starting to become a problem, but only a problem when you were moaning out Yeonjun’s name.
Juyeon was none the wiser at your flirting glancing towards Yeonjun while you all had lunch together. Not even when Yeonjun nearing knocked the table over from jumping when your foot pressed against his crotch.
Even when you were tired from spending an afternoon with Yeonjun, you were always pulled into a kiss and hug that oozed love and adoration from Juyeon. After having him be so sweet and admiring nearly killed you knowing that he doesn’t know.
A/N: this is not edited at all so forgive me. I've also never wrote anything so suggestive, or anything about cheating so again forgive me. Also tagged as smut because it is more suggestive than minors should read and also some people don't like smut.
cw: primal predator/prey, spanking, choking, biting
yeonjun has the biggest primal kink idc! the way he didn’t even hesitate here, it just comes so naturally for him and yes im still thinking about this video
hard thought: he would def do this in bed, growling and grunting and making all these animalistic noises. he also makes sure to mark his territory; scratching you up, spanking you red and admiring the imprints of his hand on your ass afterwards. the light bruises on your neck left by the choking, the bite marks on your inner thighs, he has no mercy. 100% gets off on letting his inner predator out and treating you like his pretty little prey.
it wasn't requested as a ship but I'm kinda doing it anyway
i feel like writing but head empty no thoughts so i guess what im saying is reqs open
ive never done reqs before but i think it would be fun to try out!! if there’s anything im not comfortable with writing ill just let you know, but as of now im up for any ideas <3 (i only write for txt and enhypen’s hyung line)
i hate living in this room every day it clangs miserably
ok we recently came out to our parents but we’re debating a name to go by as we know they have some serious and legitimate issues with our hosts name so we were looking at other names he likes but we’re not sure. We like the name phineas with the nickname phinn but idk. please give suggestions (this is generally what the body and our host look like btw
❥ ҉ midnight snack | choi yeonjun
genre: fluff, suggestive | drabble | college au warning(s): mention of snacks, both parties are a lil touchy, yeonjun being flirty but what’s new, I say college but in the uk I actually mean university :p pairing: yeonjun x reader summary: you wouldn’t think you’d interact with the cute boy on your apartment floor but it just happened, and you it went better than you thought note: listen to Jump The Line by Olivier St. Louis. I just think this is something I’d recommend to yeonjun if ever hehe wc: 1.3k tags: @spookybias @ccheddar @shiningstar-byulxx @feyregels @iggynor4 @sjisouls (your account isn’t appearing for me)
It’s almost been a week since you moved out and back into your college dorm. Seeing familiar faces again after your summer break brought some sort of peace of mind just to reassure yourself that you wouldn’t be spending your late evenings cooking alone. However, there was one face, an extremely attractive one, that you were quite familiar with but not close to.
You shake your head to snap you out of your reverie, continuing to clear up your cutlery and utensils in the shared kitchen. It was late in the night, perhaps past midnight, yet that didn’t stop you to play music since you were alone and your dorm mates were probably asleep. You found that it helped you get things done quicker, but of course you still had to be considerate enough and not have the volume up too loud for those with their bedrooms closer to the kitchen.
The playlist you chose was a new one that you specifically made for your late night vibes, and with that, you could never go wrong with soul-funk with a hint of jazz past midnight. As soon as you wiped the remaining utensils dry and placed them back into the compartments of your own drawer, the strong beat of the next song played. Almost immediately your body felt at ease, your eyes closed and your shoulders moving along to the beat, along with your head softly bopping like it was nobody’s business.
Little did you know you missed the sound of the kitchen door opening, not realising you were no longer alone. The sound of a faint, raspy chuckle caught you off guard, opening your eyes and you couldn’t hide that you flinched ever so slightly, yet evident enough from the smugness written on his face. Your eyes met with ones you’ve seen a few times.
“Oh, don’t let that stop you.” There it was again. That chuckle that you found yourself questioning; how can someone’s laugh be so attractive?
It was Choi Yeonjun, the cutest guy on the floor of your accommodation. He’s attractive, friendly, extremely out going but has an insane amount of sex appeal when he wants. You recall having short conversations with him from time to time but nothing more than small talk.
“Can’t sleep?” You leaned back against the countertop, your eyes trailed his suave movement, making his way towards you. The fluidity in his body was satisfying enough along with the groovy beat from the song.
“Yeah, I can hear your music from my room actually,” Yeonjun teases, nudging you with his elbow poking at your side as he walked by to his section of the kitchen units.
Your face initially fell from his reply, immediately causing you to turn and reach for your phone to adjust the volume from your bluetooth speaker. Your hand just about grasped onto the device, but was interfered by the warmth of his Yeonjun’s palm. It felt soft and gentle, a true contrast compared to his external demeanour. He was standing behind you, sensing his lips by your ear just from the soft pattern of his breathing. And on top of that, his other hand casually resting on the curve of your waist did not help, not a single bit.
Standing there felt like forever. You had no idea what you were going to do but one thing’s for sure, you didn’t want to embarrass yourself. At this rate you weren’t going to miss some sort of opportunity to play along. How could you ignore that bubbly feeling whenever you encounter him around the dorm? Or the subtle tension between the both of you.
There was a feeling of wanting to get a grip of yourself and not do anything stupid, yet you couldn’t disregard the fact that you wanted to continue whatever this is he initiated. What you were sure about, though, was that you could melt right there and then. In a blink, he tightened his grip on your hand, twirling your frame until your chests were just mere centimetres away from each other. You gulped, probably loud enough for him to hear, in which was evident from the way he smiled the most charming smile, where his eyes creased at the out corners, where his plump bottom lip was trapped between his teeth from holding in his a laugh. You simply questioned, how can someone be so stunning at 2am?
The chorus of the song hit and you weren’t aware that the song was still playing, stuck in whatever this dreamy haze was. “Show me you can dance,” Yeonjun’s voice sounded gruff, filled with cheek and curiosity like he’s been planning to ask this for a while.
You simply shook your head, “Teach me.” You had no clue what came over you but you weren’t mad about it. His subtle smile turned into that smirk you’ve seen before, the one that you’ve mentally labelled as highly intoxicating. You knew that Yeonjun could dance, he’s a dance major after all, but you weren’t going to let that intimidate you, if anything you’d want to challenge him.
He lightly squeezed your waist before spinning you around in a full turn and ending in a slight dip. His hand’s warmth splayed on your lower back felt too good, as if that’s what you’ve been missing. Or it could possibly be that yearn for someone’s touch after being touch deprived for so long. The tips of his fluffy hair tickled your forehead, and for someone who sucked at staring contests, it seems like a piece of cake when it came to Yeonjun.
A small part of you wanted to stop in case another one of your dorm mates walked in on the both of you, but the other half of you couldn’t care less. You knew weren’t going anywhere from the way Yeonjun’s sharp eyes held your gaze.
“Cute,” was all he could say from your last statement. He noticed your reaction now compared to your statement beforehand, and let’s just say it was a huge difference.
You were flustered to say the least, moving to a standing stance and adjusting your zip up hoodie that fell off your shoulder, but a small part of you decided to leave it hanging. But his eyes never left your frame. If you didn’t catch his stare your cheeks wouldn’t be blushing so furiously, but how could you not? You had to pull yourself together though, remembering that this is just his little game you were both playing.
“Listen, pretty boy,” you brought up your hand to his chest, pointing your index finger right in the middle of his sternum, “Two can play this game, okay?”
Yeonjun looked down at your finger poking at his chest and back at your face with one brow raised. Yet again, he scoffed followed by an airy chuckle. “Easy there, tiger. You must be a little tired to think I’m playing games with you.” He cupped the side of your face, his thumb slowly rubbing your cheek. “Are you tired?”
His tone switched completely, from snarky to his genuinely gentle one. His question managed to get you thinking, perhaps you were just tired, but you were determined it wasn’t going to let that stop you so easily.
“And so what if I am?” You cross your arms over your chest. His response was shaking his head at you and laughing as he walk over to his side of the kitchen.
“Whatever you say, princess. Go rest, I’m gonna have a midnight snack.” He called over, peering over his shoulder to watch you walk out of the kitchen.
“Why look for a snack when I’m here,” you mumbled, but probably louder than you thought since the song ended and so did your playlist. You shut your eyes, brows scrunched because you knew damn well that there was a possibility he heard that.
“Y/n, I’m gonna have to take you out first. I like to do things properly.” You turn to look at him and he sent a playful wink your way. His simple gesture had no business in making your heart beat so aggressively in your chest.
“Good night then, I’ll see you around.” Not wanting to embarrass yourself even further, you resorted to smiling at him.
“Good night, I’ll text you in the morning.”