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@haocean (originally @albedomestic-airline ), 20, feb 6
hi! i write things because i’m very normal (i’m not)
this is where i simp, cry, and occasionally overshare in written form
zb1 · &team · enhypen
requests open · anons adored
mostly smut, fluff, and thoughts
16+ only pls (depending on legal shit)
Something I’d gladly eat
-SNOWBAZ-
@shinodita requested for “snowbaz + 5″, so here you go ;) (espero que te guste ♡ ♡)
Pairing(s): Simon Snow/Baz Pitch
Prompt(s): 5. Hungry
Summary: But the real eroticism of Simon Snow is, like the devil himself, in the details – the moles on his right cheek hiding in a bath of red skin, blue eyes heavy with lust, bronze curls tangled between Baz’s dark fingers, lips parted in invitation. Which Baz eagerly accepts. Fucking delicious.
Word count: 1.1k
Tags: NSFW, hate sex, hand jobs, fluff
There are certain things at Watford that shouldn’t be allowed, Baz thinks. Like the merwolves. Or the Mage’s moustache. Or fucking boaters.
Or Simon Snow looking like that.
He’s just got out of the shower, wearing nothing but a towel—thank Crowley for small mercies—hanging askew on Simon’s hips, leaving so little to the imagination from Baz’s sight on the bed. (Not that he’s staring, or anything.) He looks like he’s stepped straight out of a fucking porn movie, instead of the bathroom.
Snow stuffs a scone into his mouth, crumbs falling from the corners of his lips. (Trust Snow to have a reservoir of food to eat at 1 am on a Friday night.) His Adam’s Apple—double capital letter, because one alone isn’t enough to make it justice—bobs up and down his throat as he swallows. No bloody person should have the right to look like that.
Simon runs his free hand through his damp hair, making it even messier instead of flattening it. He catches Baz’s eye, like he’s just remembered he’s not alone in the room. “Oh. Hey,” he says, then points the cherry scone at Baz. “Want some?”
“Yeah, I want some,” Baz imagines himself saying. “Some Simon Snow, please. Hot and steamy.” But instead he says, “Fuck, no. That’s disgusting.” Just to mess with him.
The effect is immediate: furrowed brow, flared nostrils. Simon’s teeth between his lower lip. Yeah, he’d gladly eat that, too.
The fact that Baz has just come from the catacombs doesn’t make him less hungry. Actually, he’s starving. But this sort of hunger has nothing to do with food. Or blood.
“You are disgusting,” Simon says with his mouth full. (Of bile more than food.)
A surging tide of heat runs throughout Baz’s body in a mixture of anger and arousal. Okay, maybe it has a little to do with blood, he admits. Fuck teenage hormones.
“And you’re annoying,” Baz spits back.
“Where have you been?” Simon demands, more than asks.
“None of your business,” he says, flatly.
“Have you been plotting?”
“Can’t you leave me alone for one single day?” Baz snaps, standing up and unconsciously drawing near Simon.
Baz feels Simon tensing beneath him. “Back off,” Simon breathes out.
“What if I don’t?” Baz argues, feeling his fangs already popping out.
Simon grabs Baz by the collar of his uniform shirt and pins him hard against the wall. Baz waits for Simon to punch him, ready to fight back. And then he remembers. The Roommates Anathema.
Simon seems to realise it too, because the blow never comes.
Simon’s eyes shift to Baz’s lower body, widening in surprise. Baz curses inwardly and mentally begs for Simon to ignore the obvious. “Baz, is that–”
Fuck.
“No,” he interjects. But it’s already too late to hide it.
To increase Baz’s agony, Simon moves his hip, slightly, making his hardness impossible to miss. “It is,” he states.
“Shut up.”
“Okay,” Simon consents, before he mercilessly rocks his hips against Baz’s. Baz swallows the embarrassing groan that tries to slip out, his palms sweaty against the wall.
Then Simon arches up again. And again. And just as Baz’s urge to moan Simon’s name becomes unbearable, Simon kisses him.
Simon’s tongue forces his way into Baz’s mouth, his grip still on Baz’s collar. Baz parts his lips in response, his hands finding his way up to Simon’s hair and tugging at it.
When he’s done fighting Baz’s tongue, Simon moves his mouth to the crook of Baz’s neck, as his hands unceremoniously unbutton Baz’s shirt. Baz leans into it, tilting his head back against the wall, breathing deeply as he lets Simon undress him.
“Snow,” Baz says in a low voice, a hand on Simon’s bare chest. “Where’s your cross?”
“Oh. Left it in the bathroom,” he says. Then adds, “Fuck. Should I go for it?”
Baz inhales deeply before answering, “No.”
Simon nods his head lightly, locking eyes with Baz. “Okay.”
Baz seeks for Simon’s mouth again, devouring it, sliding his tongue past Simon’s lips, where he wants to stay for the rest of forever.
Simon finishes undressing him. His hand touches the sensitive skin of Baz’s upper thigh and Baz bites his lip, pretending he doesn’t love that, that it doesn’t drive him insane. But spectacularly failing at it.
Baz’s fingers reach the hem of Simon’s towel, venturing his way under. But Simon grabs his arms, fiercely, and pins his wrists above his head, holding them in place with one hand. Baz doesn’t resist. He’d do anything for Simon to touch him again. He’d do anything for Simon, period.
With his free hand, Simon pulls at the towel, letting it fall on the floor. Simon takes them both with his hand, sliding it up and down. “Do you like this?” He asks, panting against Baz’s lips.
Baz is whimpering under Simon’s grip, and Simon’s movements are murdering all his coherent thoughts, one at a time. “Yes,” he breathes out.
Simon quickens the pace, and it feels like he’s about to go nova at any moment. He makes Baz feel like he himself could go nova at any moment.
“Simon–” Baz breaks the kiss and takes a moment to look at Simon, his naked body nothing short of amazing.
But the real eroticism of Simon Snow is, like the devil himself, in the details – the moles on his right cheek hiding in a bath of red skin, blue eyes heavy with lust, bronze curls tangled between Baz’s dark fingers, lips parted in invitation. Which Baz eagerly accepts.
Fucking delicious.
A low groan escapes Simon’s throat, making Baz go over the edge. Simon kisses Baz’s lips, softly this time, as they both come undone.
Baz loses himself in it, wishing this was just the beginning and not the end.
After spelling their mess clean, they collapse on Baz’s bed, Simon on top of him. Baz wraps an arm around Simon’s shoulders, his other hand settling on Simon’s hair.
“I could have bitten you,” he says after some minutes.
“You didn’t,” Simon says, resting his head on Baz’s chest.
“How did you know i wouldn’t?”
“I didn’t,” Simon shrugs.
“You’re an idiot,” Baz says, stroking Simon’s curls.
Simon murmurs lazily in protest.
“Baz.”
“Yeah?”
“Will you regret this in the morning?”
“Not if we sleep in until the afternoon.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
Baz keeps stroking Simon’s hair until they slowly drift into sleep.
-FIN-
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After hours
-SNOWBAZ-
Summary: It’s like an unspoken routine – Baz busies himself to be the last one in the locker room after the football matches and Snow comes in to make him all sweaty again.
Word count: 1k
Rating: E
Tags: Shameless smut, fluff
If you ask Baz, all this thing is Snow’s fault.
He hears the unmistakable sound of the door opening and closing. Someone failing to go unnoticed while entering the locker room.
Snow.
Baz is filled with a familiar feeling he can only describe through metaphors and analogies: It’s like his heart is rioting within his chest, trying to make an escape; and every cell of his body has suddenly forgotten its main function and has joined the heart’s revolution.
“Baz,” Snow says, behind him.
Baz turns around. “Snow,” he whispers, through his clogged throat.
If you ask Snow, there’s no thing whatsoever. “Come here,” he says.
It’s like an unspoken routine – Baz busies himself to be the last one in the locker room after the football matches and Snow comes in to make him all sweaty again.
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hey chat what’s up chat
Bro are you active on x
we both know for a fact i am by now but i’m bored asf so i shall answer indeed yes 😍😍
thigh riding with wook/woong/matt like pretty sure them muscles could be put to good use 😃
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cw professor x student, thigh riding (clit play?), implications of sucking dick, reader is of age and both are consenting! 18+ MDNI
✉️ okayyy doing this with Jiwoong because I’m going back to my dumb & poetic oneshot and I’m thinking about professor!Woong... but so real they need to show off their strength more often
You always spend more time in his office after your classes than you plan on. But most of the time, it’s not even your fault to begin with, especially since your professor’s muscles have been looking larger and larger recently. Your relationship with your professor was complicated. It had started with you coming to him during office hours to discuss an assignment and ended with the two of you talking about anything and everything. Of course you’d always found him attractive, but now, it was something more than that.
So, you’d either spend the evening talking with him or like this.
Your hands grip the fabric of his white button-up, the fabric wrinkled under your palms as you work yourself over his thigh. He couldn't care less though when he had you like this. Jiwoong had never thought he would fall for a student like this, but then he met you. And now, he couldn’t picture himself with anyone else for the rest of his life. It had come to the point where he was putting more effort into his appearance, his home, and his lifestyle for the preparation of integrating you into his life. He just never would’ve pictured that it would’ve been before your graduation, and even though it’s wrong, something about it being forbidden makes it so much hotter.
“Keep moving that pretty ass, darling, get yourself off,” he breathes and you throw your head back at his words. The fabric of his dress pants is rough against your clit, and you can imagine that they’re soaked as well. With the way your entrance is clenching, forcing your juices out and onto his clothes, it makes it easier to grind yourself onto him. “You looked so beautiful today. I get to keep your panties, right?”
You moan at his words. Your cunt is bare underneath your skirt now, for the sake of giving your clit more friction, and the pair of lacy, baby pink panties you’d worn that day had found their way into the back pocket of his pants. “Woong–”
“Shh… Don’t want anyone coming in here and seeing you like this.” He doesn’t even care if the two of you are caught; he just doesn’t want anyone seeing you like this: chest heaving and eyes glossy as you catch your bottom lip between your teeth. Jiwoong’s dick twitches. He’ll have you take care of him after this. To help you, he flexes his thigh, the hardened muscles brushing against your throbbing bud deliciously. And when he bounces his leg, you’re falling over the edge before you can even process it.
Your body presses against his as you ride out your high, nerves thrumming delightfully. Jiwoong’s pupils dilate, the view of you orgasming better than any fantasy he’d come up with. Once he’s sure you’re okay, he lifts your hips up off his leg, revealing the ruined fabric of his pants. “Under the desk, darling.”
WHY ARE PEOPLE CALLING BLUE AND DOCTOR DOCTOR AND SLAM DUNK FLOP RELEASES WHO THE ACTUAL FUCK ARE YALL 😭😭
THERE’S A HAOBIN COMMUNITY ON HERE???
haobin are insane oh my god
just want them moaning in my ear about how pretty I am and how proud they are that I'm taking them so well.
doctor hanbin giving you a “check up”
OMG WAIT FIRST ASK ABAJAHSUBSB 🤭 I OVERTHOUGHT THIS WAYY TOO MUCH I HOPE I DID THIS JUSTICE 🫶🏻 TY ANON FOR THIS ASK
16+ | nsfw under cut!!!
── ˙ ✧ 𝓩𝐁𝟏 𝓜𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ✧ ˙ ──
𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 ? 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦. 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨.
── ˙ ✦ 𝓩𝐁𝟏 𝓜𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐓 𝟗
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Asking them if they would kiss their ex to save your life by @hariboz (fluff)
ZB1 REACTION TO S/O MUMBLING DURING THEIR SLEEP by @77zrose (fluff)
ZB1 MAKNAE LINE TAKING CARE OF THEIR GIRLFRIEND WHILE SHE'S ON HER PERIODS by @fanbasetwo (fluff)
After care by @harunade (smut)
What positions they would take you in by @lvlybin (smut)
Zb1 would react to you not being able to walk the next morning by @gothlcsan (smut)
⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ DOCTOR! DOCTOR! 🧸ྀི —med student bf matt is here to save his sick gf! ( wc 807 )
[ warnings ] sickness, lokwey chaotic writing bc i kept getting distracted when i was writing it LMAO
ੈ✩‧₊˚ note ! college bf matt save me college bf matt i need u (might write a pt2 who knows..................)
. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . @kstrucknet
the last thing you wanted was to worry matthew. he was swarmed with work and studying, exams just around the corner.
so when sickness took over you, you decided to lay in bed and try to cure yourself.
but it didn’t work out. one day turned into four – not that you noticed: the fever made you lose track of time completely, day and night blurring into one as you slept like a bear all the time.
matthew was waiting for you in front of the university, wanting to surprise you. sure, you didn’t replay to his texts for the past few days but maybe you were just tired. he knew how it was.
he saw some of your friends walking out, so he braced himself. you’ll be there any minute.
except… you weren’t.
mdni.
gyuvin knows he’s big so when you’re trying your best to fit him in your mouth,, he’s panting and moaning n calling you his good bunny for trying to fit all of him >_< part of him loves seeing your pretty lips all stretched around his girth as you sputter on his cock.. n he loves seein you wrap your hand around the parts you can’t fit just yet. (he could literally cum at the sight of how small you are compared to him)
gyuv is all for size training,, praising you the whole time n rewarding you everytime by fucking you silly. gyuvin loves how you never really get used to the stretch, eyes rolling back as you can feel every vein on his cock against your gummy walls. when you’re riding him, he’s kissing whatever he can while telling you to slow down so you don’t hurt yourself. but he just feels so good inside you so try n rush to get him inside :(((
sometimes he just gets to lost in the pleasure when he’s got you on the bed, watching your tummy as the outline of his cock reappears everytime he thrusts in. he ends up pounding your pussy til you’re a lil babbling mess. gyuv wonders how he got so lucky with you .. always so eager to take him even tho he’s so big :(
poor gyuvin feels like he’d pass out after seeing his cum leaking out of your little pussy.. he’d quickly reach out n finger it back into your cunt, whispering a “s’okay bunny, can’t let any waste, can we?” n he coos when you nod dumbly, too far gone to even comprehend what he says cuz all that’s on your mind is gyuv and his thick cock ^_^
dom gyuvin hard thoughts?
dom gyuvin thoughts
definitely one of those doms that just tease you for fun, watching you wriggle around in overstimulation.
in restaurants and gatherings, if you had any open bottoms on like a dress or sorts, he’d trail the pads of his fingers along your clothed cunt, just to get a rise out of you.
leans down and whispers dirty names and crude things in your ear while having sex, only just lean back up with a smile.
he gets jealous easily, so when he does, he makes sure to show you in his actions how you’ve made him felt.
will give you hard thrust whenever mad or jealous during sex, showing you who you belong to.
gyuvin will definitely eat you out until you’re crying. you’ll try to move away from him or close your thighs, but he keeps them open the whole time.
will buy you cute accessories and clothes just to end up fucking you in them as soon as they’re on.
makes you beg for his dick, if he’s not satisfied he’ll start his teasing until you’re crying for it instead.
if he catches you touching yourself without him, he’ll then punish you with a vibe pressed to your clit until there’s tears streaming down your face and you’re twitching. “i thought this is what you wanted? is it not?” he’d say with a mean grin.
gyub is a mean dom, but he can be nice…sometimes..
hi pretty, hope you’re well 🖤
my mind has been stuck on a really sweet bf gyuvin accidentally discovering you don’t mind being handled rougher than he usually is 😖
like he bites your shoulder for no reason when you’re cooking or slaps your thigh while laughing at a joke someone else told, something random like that. and he turns toward you to ask if you’re okay with it, or maybe to apologize because he doesn’t want you to feel hurt but he’s met with blushy cheeks and you avoiding his eyes… something is awakened in him and !spoiler! he likes it
cw biting, manhandling, unprotected sex, rough sex, maybe a little bit of mean!gyuvin, degradation, implications of overstimulation & squirting 18+ MDNI
✉️ hiiiii beautiful hope this is what you were thinking of! love me a gentleman who's mean behind closed doors <3
You loved your boyfriend. You really did. Every single thing about him: how soft he was with you, how he was always so aware of whatever it was you were doing, how he seemed attuned to all of your needs. His time-to-time clumsiness was charming in your eyes too, even if it had resulted in your favorite coffee mug being broken and several pieces of clothing (both yours and his) getting stained.
But to him, it was his least favorite trait, because the last thing Gyuvin wanted to do was accidentally hurt you. The answer? Be gentle with you to the point where it was almost unnatural.
Handling you like you were made of glass and eliminating any potential opportunity where you could get injured (which included everything from covering corners of tables while you leaned over to giving you at least three orgasms before he fucked you). So, while you loved Gyuvin’s sweet personality, you wished that he could just be a bit more rough.
However, you knew Gyuvin cared for you too much to hurt you, which would have to make the slow, teasing orgasms enough even if you wanted to experience what a forceful one from him would feel like. One where he wasn’t stuck over if you were wet enough to accommodate him or if he wasn’t fucking you too hard.
Because when he would pick you up and throw you around like this, it got your mind wandering to what it would feel like to have one of his hands forcing your face into the mattress while the other came down on your ass as your back arched almost painfully from how deep his cock was. Unfortunately, though, that wasn’t the case.
A loud laugh leaves you as you slump against the mattress of the bed, a panicked gasp leaving your boyfriend. “Are you okay–” You cut him off, determined to win whatever play fighting that was occurring while ignoring the slight dampness in your panties. A loud yelp of your name leaves his lips when your fingers find his sides, squeezing him and making him laugh loudly. “Stop!” Gyuvin gasps out, cheeks flushed and mouth curved upwards as you continue tickling him.
You don’t. And you mistake his momentary silence as pained laughter.
But then your wrists are grabbed harshly, and you’re being flipped off of him and onto your stomach. Gyuvin’s body covers yours, quite literally lying on top of you as you try to fight back from underneath him. “Get off!” you cry. Part of you panics because you’re going to lose, but the other panics because the wave of heat that rushes through you will only become more apparent the longer he’s on top of you like this. “Off, Gyu–”
A sharp pain shoots through your shoulder.
You’re stunned for a moment to the point where the action doesn’t even pull a noise from you. “Did you just bite me?” you ask in disbelief. Gyuvin just laughs.
“Yeah, got a problem with that?” His weight somehow settles over you heavier. Warm breath hits your ear, and a shudder passes through you. “Or were you into it?” What?
Your silence is enough of an answer.
Which gives Gyuvin the go-ahead to switch from being an absolute sweetheart to an absolute menace.
The next morning, while you’re making your coffee? He bites you again, leaving matching bruises and teeth marks on your other shoulder. And while you’re doing laundry? Gyuvin’s hand grips the back of your neck as he pulls you away from the dryer. Watching your favorite show together that night? His hand comes down on your thigh a little too hard to be normal.
And when it’s time for bed? He has you folded in half, drilling into your puffy, slick cunt that’d been crying for attention all day.
“S’this what you wanted? Wanted to be treated like a fucking slut instead of a princess?” You respond with a loud whine, too focused on how deep he feels. Gyuvin’s forcing you to lie there and take it, his hands on your ankles as he forces your thighs up to your chest. He always reached deep inside of you, but it felt like he was in your stomach. He chuckles as he feels a gush of your wetness coat the base of his dick. “Should’ve asked for it sooner. Y’know I would do anything f’you.”
Your mouth falls open as you cum.
“Even be a little rough.” His thrusts pick up speed as your thighs continue to tremble, your brain too fucked out to come up with a response. “Just don’t wish for things you can’t handle.”
ICE CREAM IS MY WITNESS | enhypen smau
PAIRING ✧˖° ot7 x female reader
SYNOPSIS ✧˖° the question of the day is to eat a gallon of ice cream in one sitting or to NOT eat a gallon of ice cream in one sitting..? [crack & fluff. pretend typos are on purpose😛.]
contents: profanity; weed consumption; kys/kms jokes; violent jokes; suggestive jokes; ni-ki is obsessed w milk; sunghoon is obsessed w yn; mentions of breast milk (idek bruh lmaoo); mingyu from seventeen is mentioned as well;
notes; hi hi hi !! i changed my pfp RAHHHH. this is so random & weird but i got this idea from some tiktok i saw a while ago, and i wanted to leave the link here, but i cannot find it for the life of meee😭. but fun fact, for my entire life up until i turned 16, i only drank almond milk. but then out of nowhere, my mom started buying cow milk bc she thought i needed more calcium, and i would sit down & drink these big glasses of milk for the love of the game😼. but then fast forward four years later… earlier this year i found out i’m actually fucking allergic to cow milk… anywayz, after my finals suck the life out of me, i was thinking of doing smau oneshot requests😱😱😱. since i have christmas break coming up pretty soon. and as always, thank you for reading lovely people tehehe!
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