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~ SNSD Sunny Blurb ~

(fem!reader)

🔞NSFW/ MDNI 🔞

Summary: You’ve never been with a girl before, and your shitty boyfriend hasn’t been satisfying you. So your friend Sunny decides to give you a taste of the other side.

TW: reader cheats on their shitty boyfriend, making out, groping, breast/ nipple play, mommy kink, pet names, praise, mentions of a strap-on

You gasped as your friend suddenly straddled your lap, placing her ample chest right in front of your face. You looked up at her with wide eyes, so unsure of what to do. You were just laying in bed, hanging out with Sunny at her place. All you did was rant about how your asshole boyfriend (who refused to let you break up with him) was also lousy in bed, and now here she was sitting on top of you.

She smiled cheekily, which would have been annoying if you weren’t currently leaking through your panties for her. “Can I ask you something, Y/N?” she asked, cocking her head to the side like a puppy.

You nodded, gulping involuntarily. You were trying so hard not to look down at the cleavage that spilled from the neckline of her tank top.

“Have you… ever thought about being with a girl?” she asked, biting her plump bottom lip. “Like, in a physical way?”

You should have said no. As much as your boyfriend was a dick, you didn’t want to be a cheater. “Yes, I have...”

She grinned, clearly satisfied with your answer. “Do you want me to show you what it could be like if you dumped that loser boyfriend of yours for someone who knows how to treat a woman right?”

You looked her over. Her eyes were hypnotic, like a siren’s. Her silky hair tumbled down her shoulders like a blonde waterfall. Her lipgloss was sparkling in the dim light of the room, looking delicious and syrupy like candy. The smell of her sweet perfume was driving you crazy, making you feel drunk when you hadn’t had a drop of alcohol. You glanced down at her juicy thighs on both sides of your lap, clenching around you. “God, yes…” you sighed, leaning your head back against the headboard. “But, I don’t know if I should…”

She gave you a condescending pout, moving some of your hair behind your ear. “Oh, baby…. he doesn’t need to know. It’ll just be between us girls, yeah?” She leaned in closer to your face with every word, nodding her head until you nodded along with her, eyelids fluttering shut as she finally crashed her lips onto yours. They were so soft, softer than you could’ve ever imagined. Your tongues wrestled with each other as you both let out airy little moans, until she pulled back suddenly.

Her hands moved to the bottom of her tank top, fiddling with the ends. “Have you ever seen boobs before?”

You shook your head. “Not in person…”

Sunny smiled mischievously, then pulled the tank top up over her head, leaving her in just a black lace bra. It must have been a push-up bra, the way her big tits were pressed together and raised up towards the ceiling. Had she worn this in anticipation of you coming over? You were about to ask, but your thoughts were halted as she reached behind her back and unclasped the bra. She slowly slid the straps down her shoulders, then clutched the cups over her breasts. She looked up at you through hooded eyes, clearly waiting for you to beg. “Do you want to see mine?”

You nodded eagerly, feeling stupid at how little you hesitated. “Yes, please, Sunny… I feel so guilty about this but I’ve been stealing glances at your cleavage since we met, fantasizing about what you look like without a bra…”

She giggled, then cocked her head to the side again with a toothy grin. “Ask again… but call me mommy.”

You grinned back at her for the first time since this all began, finally feeling secure in the fact that she wanted you the way you wanted her. “Please mommy, can I see your pretty titties? I’ll be such a good girl for you.”

She gave you a satisfied grin, then threw the bra off to the side. Your mouth involuntarily fell open at the sight of her bare breasts. They were exactly how you imagined them. Big, bouncy, and perky. Her nipples were the perfect size, hard and pointed out towards you like they were aching to be touched.

“Jesus, how did I get so lucky… the first tits I see are absolutely perfect…” you groaned, raising your hands up to her chest. “Can I touch them mommy?”

“Of course you can baby girl.” she winked at you, helping you along by placing your hands over her breasts. You squeezed them eagerly, inhaling slightly at how nice they felt. You then began playing with her nipples, brushing your thumbs over them and rolling them between your fingers. She sighed at the pleasure, arching her back into your touch. Feeling bold, you leaned down and took one into your mouth, rolling your tongue over it lightly.

“Shit baby…” Sunny moaned, the sound being music to your ears. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’d done this before.”

You giggled, still flicking your tongue over the hardened bud. “Nope, just fantasized about how to do it a million times.” You then closed your mouth around her nipple, sucking softly. You brought a hand up to her other breast and began squeezing it, stimulating the other nipple with your fingers.

“Baby girl…” Sunny stopped you after a while. “As good as you’re making me feel… I want this to be about you.” She gave you a sweet kiss, then hopped up and got something out of her dresser. She turned around to reveal a bright pink strap-on. “Do you like top or bottom?”

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“Teenage Dirtbag” - Rodrick Heffley Imagine (Friends to Lovers)

- PART ONE -

Summary: You’re Rodrick’s best friend and the lead singer of Löded Diper. You and Rodrick have liked each other for years, but are both convinced that your feelings aren’t reciprocated by the other. When your parents give you the choice to move away with them or stay in town with your cousin Rowley, you consider moving, as it would get you away from the torture of constantly hearing about Rodrick’s crush on Heather Hills (which you don’t know is a cover up for his crush on you.) Everything comes to a head during your performance at Heather’s birthday party. Will Rodrick finally get the courage to tell you how he feels?

TW: f!reader, profanity, someone makes a suicidal joke, angst but it will be resolved in the next chapter :)

—/—/—/—/—/—/—

Your head slammed back against the headrest of the seat as Rodrick slammed on the breaks in front of the middle school.

“Hurry up, losers!” he yelled out the window at Greg and Rowley.

You gave him a massive side eye with an annoyed expression.

He softened, giving you a sympathetic wince. “Sorry.”

You sighed, turning your attention to the two boys hurriedly hopping into the back of the van. “How was school, guys?”

“Terrible, as always.” Greg huffed in reply.

“It was’t that bad.” Rowley retorted, getting settled on the floor. “Greg’s just mad that Holly Hills didn’t talk to him today.”

“Shut up, Rowley!” Greg hissed, hitting his friend on the arm.

“I told you little bro, you and her is never gonna happen.” Rodrick shook his head with an evil smirk as he began driving off towards his house.

“Don’t be so mean to him.” you scolded, slapping him on the arm. He faked being hurt and pouted, causing you to laugh along with Greg. He loved seeing someone put his older brother in his place, like he wished he could.

You had always been the only person who could boss Rodrick around. The two of you became best friends in 7th grade when you were partnered together for a science project. Even though you were the one who did most of the work, Rodrick still managed to bond with you over your similar taste in music. By the time high school rolled around, you were also friends with Ben and Chris, and Löded Diper was born.

You were the front woman of the group. You had always loved singing, and being in theatre gave you a great sense of stage presence. Rodrick truly thought you had the greatest voice in the world.

Every day after school, except when you had theatre rehearsal, the band would go to Rodrick’s to practice in the garage. Since Rowley was your little cousin, he was told to go with you since he had no older siblings to watch him after school. While Mr. and Mrs. Jefferson certainly didn’t trust the oldest Heffley boy, they definitely trusted you. While they didn’t understand your alternative interests, they knew you were a good kid. You truly cared about Rowley, and would be there to help him if he needed anything. Even though Rodrick had threatened him and Greg to only interrupt your rehearsals if someone was bleeding or if the house was on fire.

As Rodrick turned the corner too sharply, the boys went flying around the back of the van, and your body crashed into Rodrick’s side.

“Jesus Rodrick, how did you even manage to get a driver’s license?” you griped, very close to his face now that he had shifted the car’s center of gravity.

He turned to face you, both of your eyes widening as you realized how close your faces were. You both quickly faced forward again, with you settling back into your seat.

“I’m uh, I’m sorry...” Rodrick mumbled, clearing his throat.

“It’s fine, just uh… be more careful next time, yeah?” you replied half-heartedly, crossing your arms over your chest.

Greg smirked as he watched the display. He seemed to be the only one aware that you both had massive crushes on each other. Both of you were obviously too clueless to realize that the other reciprocated your feelings.

While Rodrick started out as just a friend, you started to have feelings for him around the time Löded Diper started. You had started spending a lot of time together, and with the two of you being the creative masterminds of the group, you really connected on a deeper level.

Rodrick on the other had, had liked you since you first sat next to him to work on that project in 7th grade. He thought you were the coolest girl in the world, super talented, ridiculously funny, and as the cherry on top, absolutely gorgeous. Your great taste in music was a bonus as well. Having you in his band was the luckiest thing that ever happened to him. You were cool, unlike him and the other guys, so if there was any chance of you guys making it big, it was because of you. The three of them often wondered how you were still hanging around with them after all these years.

So what got in the way of you guys being a couple? Well, besides both of you being way too shy to confess your feelings, as well as completely oblivious, it was the day Ben asked Rodrick who his crush was during a game of truth or dare you were all playing. Rodrick panicked… he was nowhere near ready to confess to you yet! So, in a moment of desperation, he blurted out the first girl’s name that popped into his head. “Heather Hills.”

Heather Hills, you thought, of fucking course he likes Heather Hills.

It made sense. She was by far the most popular girl in school. Blonde, skinny, rich, and beautiful… you didn’t think you stood a chance. You played it cool to your friends, but you walked home that night crying, and vowed to yourself you would forget all about your stupid feelings for Rodrick Heffley.

But of course, it didn’t work. You were still completely in love with him. It turns out, feelings don’t fade away overnight. He was too cute, dorky, and fun to forget about. It was also hard to stop liking him when you were with him practically every day after school.

Rodrick wanted to strangle Ben after that night. He could tell something had changed in you since then. The way you started to hesitate whenever he pulled you in for a hug, the sad look in your eyes when you smiled at him after he’d give you a compliment… he hated it. He thought you’d begun to think of him as every other guy, falling for the most basic popular girl ever. But what could he do? He couldn’t tell you that he felt absolutely nothing for Heather Hills, because then he’d have to explain that he was in love with you. And he was certain you didn’t like him back. You were far too cool for him.

As a particular Green Day song started playing, you both snapped your heads towards each other with a grin.

“Oh man, I love this song!” Rodrick declared, gripping the wheel and headbanging.

“Same, crank it!” you squealed, reaching for the volume dial. However you both reached for it at the same time, bumping fingers. You bashfully put your hand back in your lap and let him turn it up. He cleared his throat again, cheeks growing slightly pink.

You started singing along with the lyrics of the song, swaying dramatically in your seat. Rodrick laughed, relieved that you weren’t focusing on the tension, and began singing along with you, although poorly. But you didn’t care. You still enjoyed the moments where you and Rodrick could just act like the goofy best friends you were before your feelings had made everything all complicated.

When you finally arrived at the Heffley residence, the boys practically jumped out of the backseat to run into the living room and play video games. You chuckled at their enthusiasm, slinging your bag over your shoulder as you joined Rodrick in front of the garage. “I missed this.”

“You should, that damn musical took you away from us for two whole months. That’s like, 100 days.” Rodrick huffed, opening up the garage door.

You shook your head at his horrible math skills. “Numbers aside, I don’t regret it. I’m very proud of that musical.”

Rodrick slung an arm around your shoulder. “You should be, you killed it.” He smiled at you and ruffled your hair.

You giggled, pushing him away and walking into the garage. “I was so happy you came to see it.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t have missed it. Gotta make sure my front woman is giving us good press.” he joked, picking up his drum sticks.

You laughed at him again. He seemed to be allergic to making a mushy statement. Rodrick thought about throwing in a remark about how seeing you sing a duet with your character’s romantic interest made him jealous, but decided against it.

“We’re here!” a voice shouted from the sidewalk. You both looked up to see Ben and Chris sprinting into the garage.

“It’s about time, doofuses.” you playfully scolded them with a grin.

“Listen, not all of us can be as privileged as you guys.” Ben huffed, rolling his eyes. “We don’t have wheels to get us here everyday.”

“Y/N walked here after theatre rehearsal in five minutes last month!” Rodrick retorted, holding his hands out in disbelief.

“Yeah, speaking of which, it’s good to have you back, singer.” Chris smiled at you, opening his arms to give you a hug.

You happily hugged him back, not noticing the way Rodrick scrunched his nose with jealousy. You kept one arm around Chris’s waist and turned to face Ben, your other hand placed sassily on your hip. “See Ben, Chris here understands how to greet me after my absence.”

Ben rolled his eyes as you let go of Chris and walked across the room. “Okay, I will admit, I am glad that you’re back.” he confessed, patting you on the back as you walked past him.

The guys began setting up their instruments as you plugged in your microphone. “Did you guys manage to write any new songs while I was gone?”

Ben and Chris shared a guilty expression.

“I did.” Rodrick declared, raising his hand with a proud expression.

You smiled at him. “This is why you’re my favorite, Roddy.”

Rodrick grinned at the other guys like a little school girl. “I’m her favorite, guys.”

“Like that was ever a question.” Chris chuckled.

“Alright guys, let’s start rehearsal with Rodrick’s new song.” you ordered, snapping everyone back to attention. You had a knack for keeping the boys in line when they were getting rowdy. It was one of the things Rodrick loved about you.

—/—/—/—/—/—/—

Today was the last day of school, and as everyone was saying their goodbyes and signing yearbooks in the hallway, you were stopped in your tracks by a pair of icy blue eyes.

“Y/N, I need to talk to you.” the owner of the eyes declared. You noticed that there was a hint of desperation in them.

“Heather Hills, to what do I owe this encounter?” you grinned, adjusting your bag around your shoulder. “I do believe this is the first time you’ve ever spoken to me.”

She rolled her eyes, then grabbed your arm, lacing it with hers as she started off down the hall. “Please, don’t make this any harder than it needs to be. I need a huge favor.”

You were beyond confused. You weren’t even aware that Heather knew you existed, and now she was walking arm in arm with you and asking you for a favor?

“Okay, what can I do for you?” you asked, furrowing your brow as you glanced over at her. Even though you subconsciously hated her for being Rodrick’s crush, you couldn’t bring yourself to be mean to her. It just wasn’t you.

“The worst possible thing has happened… the DJ backed out of my Sweet 16!” she exclaimed, looking up at the ceiling as if she was fighting back tears.

“Oh wow… that sucks.” you replied, trying your best to sympathize with her rich girl problems.

“I know, right?” she cried, glancing over at you. “And it’s really hard to find another professional group on such short notice, I mean the party is in one month!”

“Okay… so what does this have to do with me?” you asked, still confused.

“Well you see, I did happen to see you in the musical last week…” Heather explained, “… and I have to admit, you were really good.”

You smiled, fighting the fuzzy feeling in your chest. “Thank you.” As much as you wanted to hate Heather, it felt good to be complimented by her. Someone as popular as her had no reason to give out false compliments, so in a way, it meant a lot.

“And I know you have a band, so…” she stopped in her tracks and turned to face you, hands gripping onto your arms as she looked at you seriously. “… I need you guys to perform.”

Your eyes widened. “Us? I mean, trust me, I’m flattered but… we’ve only ever really performed at talent shows. And will a month be enough time to learn the songs you want? I already know we don’t have the same taste in music…”

Heather’s eyes drooped disappointedly. She dropped your arms and stood up straight with an unpleasant expression. “You know what, forget it. I’ll figure something else out.” She then began walking off down the hallway.

You scoffed in exasperation… had Heather felt insecure about being rejected by you? That couldn’t be true, because that would mean she actually valued your opinion, and she didn’t seem to care about anyone’s. Still, you couldn’t deal with how sad she looked. You sighed and called out to her. “Heather!”

She turned around, blonde hair flipping over her shoulder. She raised her perfectly groomed eyebrows expectantly.

“We’ll perform at your party.” you told her.

Her face lit up with a wide smile, then she ran up to you and hugged you. You froze, uncomfortably patting her on the back.

“Yes! Okay, so here’s the list of songs I need you guys to play.” the blonde girl squealed, pulling a sheet of pink paper out of her bag. You winced as you looked over all the pop songs she had listed out. It wasn’t that you minded, you and Rodrick had jammed out to your fair share of Ke$ha and Lady Gaga songs… but you knew Ben and Chris were going to hate them. “The rest of the set can be whatever, as long as it’s not that sad emo crap that makes people want to kill themselves.”

You squinted your eyes and shook your head, plastering on a fake smile. “Sounds good. I’ll start rehearsing them with the guys tonight.”

“Thanks Y/N, I really appreciate this!” she grinned, squeezing your arm.

You both glanced to the side as three guys suddenly walked up in front of you.

“Y/N, are you ready to go?” Rodrick asked, looking absolutely bewildered as to why you were talking to Heather Hills.

Heather scoffed at the sight of the three guys, her usual unpleasant expression returning to her face. She turned back to you. “I’ll text you the rest of the details. And trust me, my Dad will pay you big time for this.”

You smiled at her and nodded, and then she strode off back down the hallway towards her friends.

“Am I hallucinating or was Heather Hills just talking to you?” Ben asked, furrowing his brow.

“And hugging you?” Chris added in disbelief.

“Yeah, I’ll be honest, I kind of blacked out a bit…” you laughed, brushing your hair behind your ear and looking at the ground to collect yourself.

“Hey, if you guys are friends, then that means you can set her up with Rodrick!” Ben declared, slapping Rodrick on the shoulder with a stupid grin.

“Yeah, she said she’d text you! When she does, you can give Rodrick her number!” Chris suggested.

Your heart sunk into your stomach, making you feel like you were about to throw up.

Rodrick whipped his head around at his friends, giving them a dangerous warning glare. “Stop, guys.”

Ben and Chris gulped, nodding at their drummer. They knew when Rodrick looked at them like that, he was about to rip them to shreds.

Rodrick rolled his eyes and turned back to face you, his eyes softening. “Seriously though, are you okay? What happened?”

You shook your head, not letting yourself feel touched by his concern. “Yeah, I’m great, actually. I just got us a gig. A real one.”

—/—/—/—/—/—/—

“Are you serious?” Ben whined, holding out the sheet of paper Heather had given you. “There’s no way I’m playing this cheesy pop crap.”

“Yeah, and even if it was good music, there’s no way we can learn 10 songs in a month.” Chris shook his head, adjusting his beanie.

You were all back in the garage, discussing your conversation with Heather.

“Yes we can, school is out so we literally have all day so rehearse!” you explained, snatching the paper back from him. “Plus, we’re going to get paid really good. You know we need new equipment. Rodrick is on his last pair of drumsticks.”

“I don’t care about the money.” Ben scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m not a sell out.”

“Well it’s also a great chance to get our name out there.” you reasoned. “We’ve been wanting to play a real gig for forever now. Maybe one of Heather’s rich relatives knows a record company.”

“You’re dreaming too big again, singer.” Chris chuckled, shaking his head at you.

You held out your arms in disbelief, then slapped them back down against your sides. You looked over at Rodrick, who had been standing next to you listening, a pleading look in your eyes.

“So what if we dream big?” Rodrick asked the two guys. “Every great band started out with just a dream. We have to take every chance we get.”

Ben looked like he was considering Rodrick’s words, then shook his head. “But Rodrick, these songs are shit…”

“Oh, don’t be so elitist, Ben!” Rodrick criticized, scrunching up his face. “I’ve caught you listening to Taylor Swift before.”

Ben looked embarrassed, glancing down to the floor. “Yeah, but… just her early stuff, you know…” he mumbled, digging his toe into the floor.

Rodrick gestured over to you. “Y/N just got us a chance to show everyone how great we are. We all know she’s smarter than the three of us combined, and if she thinks we can do it, then I’m with her.”

He then held his hand in front of you, palm down. You smiled at him appreciatively, then slapped your hand down on top of his. You both looked at the other guys in front of you expectantly.

Chris grinned at the sudden inspiration, then put his hand in the pile. Ben was still looking down at the floor.

“Come on, Benny boy.” you pleaded. “I need you to do this with us.”

Ben looked at you for a moment, then sighed and rolled his eyes, then walked over and slapped his hand on top of Chris’s. “Okay, I’m in.”

You all cheered for him with your hands on top of each other.

“Alright, on three…” you started. “One, two, three…”

“Löded Diper!”

—/—/—/—/—/—

You sighed as you walked into your living room, the familiar scent of your home instantly comforting you. Your first rehearsal for the party was overwhelming, to say the least. You and the guys had spent the whole night just working out a practice schedule and figuring out how all of your parts would fit together.

You walked into the kitchen to see your parents sitting at the table, sharing a bottle of wine. They both smiled at sight of you.

“Hey sweetie, how was rehearsal?” your mom asked, head rested in her hand.

“Good, we mostly just hashed out our setlist though…” you replied. “Rodrick gave me a ride home, he said it was too dark for me to walk.”

“What, he’s too good to come in and say hi to us now?” your dad joked. crossing his arms over his chest. You slapped his arm playfully. Your dad was an old friend of Frank’s, so he had known Rodrick since before the two of you were even friends. He thought he was a bit of a trouble maker, but deep down, a good kid, and even more importantly, a good friend to you.

“Oh Y/F/N, it’s late. The poor boy probably didn’t even think we’d still be up.” your mom laughed at her husband.

“Yeah, I’m pretty surprised by it too.” you commented, joining them at the table. “What are you guys still doing up?”

Your father sighed, then glanced over to your mother, who gave him a nod. You looked between the two of them, confused.

“What’s going on?” you asked, anxiety growing in your chest.

“It’s nothing bad,” your mother reassured you, giving your wrist a light squeeze. “We just have some big news for you.” She then looked over at your father, prompting him to continue.

“I got the big promotion.” your father said, trying to contain the proud smile on his face.

“What? Oh my god, that’s awesome! Congrats, Dad!” you replied excitedly. Your dad had been gunning for this job for months, but didn’t think it would ever actually happen.

“Thank you, sweetie.” he said, then let out another sigh. “However, there is a downside.”

“What?” you asked, not seeing any possible negative outcome.

“I have to move to our sister location in the next state over.”

Your mouth fell open slightly at the news. “But guys, it’s my-“

“We know it’s your last summer with your friends before college, honey…” your mom comforted you again. “That’s why we talked to your aunt and uncle. They said you’d be more than welcome to stay with them while we move into our new house.”

You scrunched your nose in discomfort. You loved Mr. and Mrs. Jefferson, but living with them didn’t sound like the most fun thing in the world.

“They’re aware that you’re technically an adult now, and can do as you please.” your father told you, sensing your hesitation. “They’re on board as long as they know you’re safe and not doing anything illegal.”

You looked down at the table, a lot of thoughts spinning around in your head. On one hand, it would suck not being with your parents for your last summer before college. Plus, you wouldn’t be able to perform at Heather’s party with your band.

At the sudden thought of the band, something else popped up in your head and instantly killed all other thoughts. Rodrick.

You didn’t know how you were going to go without seeing Rodrick every day. But… maybe it would be a good thing? Some distance might help you get over your crush on him. But there was still a small part of you that hoped it would suddenly change his mind and realize his feelings for you. You thought this part of you was stupid and overly optimistic, but still acknowledged that it was there.

“I think I need some time to think about this.” you told your parents, getting up from the table.

“Take all the time you need sweetie.” your mother told you. “But let us know before the end of the month.”

You nodded, then said goodnight to your parents before walking upstairs to your bedroom. You felt like a liar, because you really didn’t need to think about it. You just needed to find out once and for all how Rodrick felt about you.

—/—/—/—/—/—/—

It was now three weeks into your grueling rehearsal schedule. The four of you had been working day and night, barely even getting to enjoy your own graduation ceremony before immediately running back to the Heffley’s garage to practice in your caps and gowns. The party was in one week, and you guys had managed to get six out of ten of Heather’s songs up to performance level.

The remaining four were proving to be a pain in the ass, with each of you struggling with your own part on one of them. And to make matters worse, none of you were struggling with the same song, so it couldn’t just be scrapped.

Besides struggling with the vocals on a certain song, you were also struggling to find a good time to talk to Rodrick about your feelings. Every time it seemed like you were getting close, you would either chicken out, or someone would interrupt you. Frustrated, you knew you had to do it before the party, so tonight, you dragged out rehearsal as long as possible in hopes that it would get Ben and Chris to go home immediately after.

“Alright guys, I’m calling it.” you surrendered, raising your hands up in the air. It was really late, and you could tell Ben and Chris had hit their limit.

“Thank God.” Ben sighed, unplugging his guitar. “I’m gonna go home and drill the chords to ‘Call Me Maybe’ until my fingers split open.”

“Love the dedication, buddy.” you half-heartedly praised, patting him on the shoulder as you walked past him to stand next to Rodrick’s drum set. “You tired?”

He threw a drumstick up in the air and caught it, hoping it impressed you. “Nope. You know me, I’ll be up for another four hours at least.” he laughed, shaking his head.

“Same, I’m wired right now.” you told him with a smile. “Wanna hang for a bit?”

He tried not to let his face light up like an excited little kid. “Yeah, sure. But I think if I play any longer, my dad will come in here and set my drums on fire, so we’ll have to hang out in my room.”

You laughed, easily being able to imagine Frank in the scenario Rodrick had described. You turned to Chris. “How about you?”

“Nah, I’m gonna do the same as Ben.” the blonde sighed as he packed up his bass. “Even though I think listening to ‘What Makes You Beautiful’ one more time will push me into psychosis.”

You gave him a sympathetic expression. “I promise this will all be worth it in the end.”

“I know it will.” Chris nodded with a smile. He turned to Ben. “Come on, Benny boy, let’s get out of here.

“See you tomorrow, guys.” Ben waved goodbye as he walked out the door.

You waved back, then turned to face Rodrick. “The usual?”

He nodded with a smile. “Popcorn and Scott Pilgrim.” He got up from his drum set and let you into the house. You guys had seen that movie a million times, but it was still your favorite.

“Are you sure it’s okay that I’m here?” you asked as you hopped up on the kitchen counter.

Rodrick scoffed with a smile as he threw a bag of popcorn into the microwave. “As if you have to ask. You know my mom is in love with you. She literally said you can come inside any time.”

“That’s right, I did!” a chipper voice squealed from the doorway. You both looked over to see Susan grinning in her pajamas.

“Susan!” you cheered, hopping down from the counter to give her a hug. Rodrick couldn’t help but smile at the display. As much as he hated to admit it, he loved how well you got along with his family. Susan adored you, Frank was always happy to see you, and Greg and Manny saw you as a cool older sister.

“Oh, it’s so good to see you, Y/N!” Susan told you as she wrapped her arms around you. She pulled back, holding onto your arms as she looked at you softly. “You look worn out, honey. Have you been sleeping enough?”

“Mom, I told you, we’ve been working our fingers to the bone for three weeks over this party.” Rodrick rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back against at he counter.

You gave him an annoyed expression, then turned back to Susan with a smile. “I’m okay, thank you for asking. Like Rodrick said, we’ve just been working really hard.”

Susan put a hand on your cheek. “Well, you still look as beautiful as ever!”

Yes she does, Rodrick thought to himself.

“Although I don’t think that Heather girl deserves all of the hard work you guys are putting in...” Susan went on, putting her hands on her hips to show how strongly she felt. “She’s very unpleasant.”

“Well, Rodrick’s the one who has a crush on her. Maybe you can ask him what he sees in her.” you retorted, a little sassier than you’d intended. You looked over at Rodrick to see him looking at you like a sad puppy. You gave him a playful grin, walking over to the microwave and taking the popcorn out.

Susan glared at Rodrick, raising her eyebrows expectantly. Rodrick held out his hands, not sure how we was supposed to have responded to your statement. Susan just shook her head at her son’s cluelessness. “That was your chance.” she mouthed to him.

Susan was the only person Rodrick told about his crush on you. Well, she had already known as soon as she noticed her unhygienic son suddenly showering and putting on deodorant daily. But as soon as you became friends, Rodrick had sheepishly approached her asking for advice on how to ask you out. It was obviously still a work in progress.

“Well Y/N…” Susan sighed, moving on from her son’s incompetence. “It’s already so late, and it’s supposed to storm soon, so I really don’t want you walking home tonight. How about I call your parents and ask if you can stay the night?”

Rodrick’s eyes widened. How was his mom a better wingman than his friends?

“Okay, thanks Susan.” you gave her an appreciative smile as you poured the popcorn into a bowl. “I’ll probably fall asleep halfway through the movie as usual.”

She grinned at you as you walked past her and up the stairs. As Rodrick followed you, she grabbed onto his arm, causing him to look at her with wide eyes.

“Fix it.” she whispered to him. Rodrick had never seen his mom so serious before, not even when she had punished him for throwing that party a few months ago. What he didn’t know was that Susan was dead set on having you as a daughter in law, and wasn’t going to accept anything less.

As you walked into Rodrick’s bedroom, you were surprised to see that it was clean. Well, clean for his standards. You wondered if he had tidied up in hopes that you would hang out tonight, and for once, you let yourself smile at the thought.

You plopped down in front of his bed, sitting criss cross on the floor. “Do you have a hoodie I can wear? It’s kinda chilly in here.”

“Yeah, sure…” Rodrick nodded, scrambling around his room to find a clean one. You laughed as he frantically dug through his closet, which he had obviously just shoved all of his dirty clothes into a few hours prior, until he finally emerged with a black AAR one. “Here you go.” he tossed it to you with a small smile, hoping you didn’t notice how flustered he was. But you obviously did.

You took it gratefully, then put in on and fluffed your hair out of the collar. When you glanced back up at Rodrick, you noticed he was frozen in place.

“What’s wrong?” you asked with a small chuckle at his current state.

You look so good in my hoodie. “Nothing…” Rodrick shook his head, squinting his eyes in embarrassment. He couldn’t believe how easily you could make him forget himself.

You moved on, pulling the well-used DVD out of its case and popping it into the TV. As the movie started up, Rodrick reached over and turned off his bedside lamp, making the room a bit cozier. You instinctively scooched closer to him, your knee touching his legs, which were stretched out in front of him, and your arm brushing against his.

He looked at you, alarmed at the sudden physical contact. You giggled, then gestured to the bowl in your hands. “So we can share the popcorn?”

“Oh, right…” Rodrick sighed, an awkward laugh spilling from his lips. He reached into the bowl and took some. As the movie went on, both of you laughing at the same familiar scenes, he started to hear his mom’s voice echoing in the back of his head. “Fix it.”

He cleared his throat, shuffling down a bit to lean back onto his bed. “You can, uh, put your head on my shoulder. But like, only if you want to.”

You stopped chewing for a moment, slightly shocked at your best friend’s boldness. He had never initiated something like that before. Quickly remembering yourself, you nodded with a meek smile, then scooched down a bit to do as he had offered.

Rodrick felt pathetic at how his heart was pounding in his chest over the slightest bit of intimacy. Was he really that touch starved? What he didn’t notice was that yours was doing the same, beating hard and fast in your chest like one of his drum solos.

Gathering up as much courage as he could, he slowly creeped a hand up from behind you and put it in your hair, running his fingers through it gently. You closed your eyes and made a small noise at the feeling, then froze at your own actions. You looked up at him with a wide eyed smile. “Sorry… I guess I’m not used to that.” Looks like you were a bit touch starved as well.

He chuckled at you softly, the sound making your heart ache. “It’s okay… it was cute.”

His fingers stopped abruptly in your hair at the realization of what he just said. Damnit, he was already moving way faster than he wanted to. He was so afraid of scaring you away.

“Thank you.” you smiled warmly at him, placing your head back down on his shoulder and focusing your attention back to the movie.

Rodrick breathed a sigh of relief. Thank god. You hadn’t slapped him or stormed out of the room.

A crack of thunder from the brewing summer storm sounded off outside, making you jump further into Rodrick’s embrace. His heart stopped. Yours did too. Maybe it was the coziness of the room, or the way the hoodie he gave you smelled like him, but for some reason, you were feeling brave.

“Roddy, can I ask you something?” you suddenly asked at a quiet part of the movie. He turned to you, but you refused to look up at him.

“Of course, you know you can ask me anything…” he replied, gently placing your hair back down on your shoulder to give you his full attention.

You hesitated, fiddling with your rings. You wanted so badly to tell him about your parents moving. You always told each other everything. Well, except one very important thing. But how could you put that on him? He shouldn’t have to convince you to stay. Instead, you just laughed and shook your head. “Nevermind, it’s nothing…”

Rodrick sat up abruptly, grabbing your hands and forcing you to look up at him. “Tell me… please.” He looked at you more intensely than he ever had. To hell with not moving too fast, his best friend clearly needed him right now.

You fought back the tears in your eyes, devastated at what you were about to say. “My parents are moving away. They’re letting me decide whether or not I want to go with them.”

Rodrick’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open slightly, his eyebrows knitting together with a pleading expression as he shook his head. “No you can’t go, I… I need you here…”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, gripping his hands a bit tighter. “What do you mean? Why do you need me?”

His eyes glimmered in the dim light of the room as he looked into yours. They seemed to be pleading with him as well. Give me a reason. Tell me why I should stay.

He leaned closer, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He couldn’t stop himself from glancing down at your lips, then back up at your eyes. You leaned closer to him as well, your brain going on autopilot and your heart jumping into the driver’s seat. He looked down at your lips again, for longer than a few seconds this time, wanting so badly to close the distance between the two of you. He placed a hand on your cheek, searching your face for any signs of discomfort. When he found none, he focused back onto your eyes. “Because you’re my best friend.”

Your jaw clenched. That’s what he had to say to you in your moment of desperation? That you were friends? You already knew that. You were reminded of it every goddamn second you were together. Suddenly, it was all too much. The back and forth, the constant mixed signals, the unrequited yearning… you were done.

You grabbed his wrist softly, then pushed his arms back into his own lap. “I have to go.”

He looked at you bewildered as you stood up, taking his hoodie off and throwing it onto his bed. “Y/N, what did I do…”

You whipped around to face him, hand gripping the door handle. “Nothing.” you stated sharply. “You did nothing.”

Rodrick froze at the cold glare in your eyes. In all the years he had known you, even with all the stupid shit he had done, you had never looked at him with so much anger.

As he watched you storm out of his room, he wanted so badly to chase after you. But he couldn’t bring himself to. He had obviously fucked things up enough.

“Y/N, where are you going, sweetie?” Susan asked from her spot on the couch as you ran down the stairs towards the front door.

“Oh, I’m sorry Susan, but I have to go home…” you told her with a fake smile, not wanting to worry her.

“Okay, well let me drive you, it’s pouring down rain right now…” she replied, closing her book and setting it down next to her.

“No, please…” you protested, fighting back the tears that were threatening to stream down your face at any moment. “I’d rather be by myself.”

You gave Susan an apologetic gaze, then bolted outside. You took off down the sidewalk, your hair and clothes immediately getting soaked by the rain. She wasn’t kidding, it was pouring. But the dull ache in your chest made you numb to it.

Finally free from anyone’s eyes, you began crying, tears mixing with the raindrops that clung to your face. You kept running forward, one foot in front of the other, until you were several blocks away from the Heffley’s. Once you glanced over your shoulder to make sure no one was chasing after you, you collapsed against a nearby lamp post, gasping for air between sobs. You rested your forehead against the cold metal pole, squinting your eyes to push out the remaining tears.

You hated yourself for letting things go this far. If you had just gotten rid of your stupid feelings for Rodrick like you had planned to originally, you wouldn’t have gotten this hurt.

You looked up to the night sky in desperation, as if some kind of answer would be written in the stars. As raindrops pelted your face, you finally made your mind up about two things. One, you were never letting anybody into your heart again. And two, you were moving away with your parents this summer.

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ANNOUNCEMENTS!

Hello anybody who’s still here! I know it’s been a while 😅 The truth is, I wasn’t getting any inspiration from writing anymore, and I needed a break. But I’m back now! And to give myself a fresh start, I’ve made some changes to the blog:

1. REQUESTS ARE OPEN AGAIN - YAY! 🎉 The guidelines have also been updated, so check those out before you make them.

2. From now on, I’m pretty much only writing for kpop groups. My old content won’t be deleted, but I won’t be taking anymore requests. I do apologize if you were waiting on something. I might post things for certain characters/ franchises when the inspiration hits, and you’re more than welcome to ask about something. But for the most part, this will be a kpop blog.

3. I’ve cleaned out my ask box, so any requests that didn’t give me inspiration are gone. I apologize if you’ve been waiting on something.

4. I’ve decided to stop writing for certain groups due to personal reasons. I apologize if you’ve been waiting on something.

That’s all! I look forward to making new content with you guys :)

love, nana <3

[nanawritesit]

Guidelines! (Updated)

Hello world! My name is Nana, and welcome to my blog! This blog has been on hiatus for quite a while as I was really struggling with inspiration for writing, but I’m back now! Lots of things have changed since I last posted, so I thought I would update my guidelines.

I am currently writing for the following kpop groups/ artists:

- Ateez

- Big Bang

- EXO

- Girls Generation

- I-dle

- Itzy

- IU

- IVE

- Jessica Jung

- KARD

- Mamamoo

- Red Velvet

- SHINee

- Stray Kids

- Tomorrow x Together

- Wonho

You may have noticed that I have written for certain franchises in the past. However, I have decided to only write for kpop artists from now on. It’s just what’s easiest for me to write.

Now, before you submit a request, please make sure it meets these guidelines:

1. Please only make one request per submission! It can be difficult to organize my asks when things are grouped together.

2. I will not accept requests for smut content of idols under the age of 18.

3. I will not accept requests that glorify or express any of the following topics: rape, noncon, gore, extreme violence, abuse, pedophilia, beastiality, incest, racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, or colorism. This blog is a safe space where everyone gets to feel welcome!

4. Unless you’re requesting headcanons, please give me at least a short description of the content you want. It can be difficult to make a whole scenario just based on one sentence. I will ask for additional clarification if needed, but please try to be as detailed as you can!

5. I will be taking requests for scenarios, reactions, imagines, and headcanons. Please specify which of these formats you’d like, and if you’d like it to be fluff, smut, angst, or crack.

That’s it, nothing too complicated! To make things as safe as possible, I will include every trigger warning I’m aware of and give extensive warnings when a piece contains smut content. Minors are not to interact with any of this content.

Lastly, I reserve the right to decline a request. Certain things just don’t give me enough inspiration to write a whole piece on. I promise I won’t be mean about it, but it’s not great for my motivation when I have an ask box full of requests that don’t excite me.

Alright, that’s all! I hope you enjoy my blog!

love, nana <3

[nanawritesit]

Hello, how are you? I hope it's okay to please request Girlfriend headcanons for Tiffany with an NsFw section?

hi anon! i just posted it. sorry it took me so long, i took quite a long break from writing as i didn’t have any inspiration. but hopefully i will be back for a little while :) i hope you enjoy your headcanons!

love, nana <3

[nanawritesit]

Tiffany Girlfriend Headcanons! (SFW + NSFW)

MDNI under the cut! 18+ only!

SFW:

First things first, you’re going to have to be okay with everything in your life being pink. It’s Tiffany’s favorite color and she likes it EVERYWHERE

Pink bedding, pink dishes, pink towels, pink furniture, pink lights, PINK EVERYTHING 💞

You’ll also have to be patient because she takes forever to get ready

But when she comes out looking drop dead gorgeous, you can’t help but bow down at her feet and praise the goddess before you (as you should)

She gets you into skincare because she knows so much about it and is happy to pass her knowledge onto you :)

She’s a very jealous person, so you definitely don’t want to flirt with anyone else while you’re with her

But she’s also fiercely loyal, she won’t let anyone disrespect you or talk bad about you in front of her! She gets super scary when she’s mad and she’ll always have your back <3

Preparing her coffee for her before she wakes up since she’s not a morning person at all

However on her days off when she has time to sleep in, she does enjoy making breakfast for you, usually her favorite french toast :)

Covering her eyes when you’re out shopping and see something with fish eyes 😭

You’ll also have to kill all the bugs in the house since she’s so scared of them 💀

You never have to worry about losing her in a crowd because she’s so loud, you’ll always be able to find her

She goes full T-Manager on you when you need help with something. Whether it’s finances, time management, or routine maintenance, she’s happy to lend her organization skills!

She’s the BEST at giving advice, she’s literally the first person you go to when you have a problem

She takes amazing photos of you, you never have to worry about looking bad. She knows all your angles and somehow understands exactly the kind of pictures you want

Spending the whole day watching youtube and rewatching Game of Thrones with her on her days off

Her buying you clothes all the time since she has such great taste, and letting you borrow her clothes whenever you want since she’s such a fashionista 💞

Whenever you’re around babies or small children, you always have to be the one to talk to them since she’s so uncomfortable with kids 😭

Your heart pretty much explodes every time she does her signature eye smile

Listening to her talk can be a little confusing since she’s always switching back and forth between Korean and English, but you somehow always know what she means :)

She always likes to have you with her when she travels. She’ll even pay for your plane tickets just so you don’t have to worry about money. But whenever she’s visiting her family in America or going back to Korea for a project, she wants you to come along because she just can’t stand to be away from you 🥹

She’ll also return the favor by coming with you whenever you have to travel somewhere (as long as you want her to ofc, she would never force you to bring her along. but you usually want her to since you’re both so clingy LOL)

Speaking of traveling, you guys travel a LOT because her brother lives in the Philippines, her sister lives in Paris, and her father lives in America, and she works between America and Korea… you guys become professional flyers after a while

Walking Prince, Princess, Saeromie, and Minnie with her every day 🐶 You consider the four of them your own children

She can be a little high maintenance… she likes to be treated like a princess and spoiled 👑 But you’re good at “maintaining” her! You love to treat her the way that makes her happy :)

She’s very sensitive, especially when she feels neglected or defeated (she’s a Leo after all LOL) so sometimes you just need to hold her and let her cry… she’s a strong independent woman all day long but when she comes home she wants to be babied by you 🥰

I feel like her love language is definitely gift giving and words of affirmation. She’s always surprising you with little gifts she thinks you’d like, whether it’s a purse, necklace, cupcakes, or coffee! But she’s also constantly affirming you and reassuring you that she loves you 💞

Transversely, she loves it when you give her gifts too! You pretty much impulsively buy her anything pink and pretty that you see already, and whenever she tells you how much she loves you, you always reply by reaffirming your own love <3

She was so excited to introduce you to the SNSD members, she planned a whole little party with them in Korea where you were the guest of honor. They all loved you and you quickly became best friends, especially with Taeyeon since she’s literally Fany’s best friend :)

You’re her biggest fan… you come to all her shoots and concerts, stream all her music, and watch all her acting roles

The most tender moment of your relationship was when she told you that she wished you could have met her mom, and that she would’ve loved you… for once, you both ended up crying instead of just Tiffany 🥹

🔞 NSFW: 🔞

She’s a pillow princess for sure

I mean sometimes she might get a little dominant during foreplay, but for actual sex, she usually ends up being on the bottom

Like I said before, she works hard all day so that she can come home and be treated like a princess by you 👑

LOVES to be praised… if you open her legs and go “oh, she’s pretty,” she will MELT

Tell her how sexy she is, how hot she sounds, how well she’s taking you, call her a good girl…

She loves to call you mommy or daddy depending on your preference

Likes to be spanked and choked and manhandled when she’s been bratty, she’s a big fan of rough sex (which happens more often than you’d think… she lives for teasing you during the day, sending you scandalous pictures and videos while you’re busy)

But she also likes being obedient sometimes, it just depends on her mood. She likes it when you make love to her slowly and passionately, calling her mommy/daddy’s good little girl 💞

Likes to be talked through it…

While she obviously loves being eaten out, she LOVES giving oral back to you. She’s super responsive and intuitive with it

she likes to make eye contact with you while she goes down on you…

her fiancé is such a lucky man 😭

[nanawritesit]

Flower Girl - Tyler Galpin Imagine

Genre: Fluff/ Romance

Warning: Mentions of killing, slight Wednesday season 2 spoilers

Summary: After joining Capri’s new Hyde support group, Tyler meets you, a female hyde.

This is my first Wednesday piece so I hope you enjoy!

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Tyler bit the inside of his lip as Capri led him through the long, dark underground bunker hallway. There were a few fluorescent yellow lights shining overhead, but they were spaced pretty far apart, casting shadows across the redhead’s side profile as they walked beside each other.

“So how many people have you managed to bring here?” Tyler asked her in a low voice, trying not to sound too interested. “Or hydes, I should say.”

“Five, including you.” Capri confessed. “It’s a small amount, but it’s early days. I’m hoping to get more, but…”

“Most hydes live in secret.” Tyler answered for her, glancing to the side. Capri nodded halfheartedly.

“Three are middle aged adults.” the were-wolf moved on, “But there is a girl around your age.”

Tyler raised an eyebrow. There was another young hyde in the area and he had never ran into her?

“Where did you find her?” Tyler inquired, sounding a bit too curious for his own liking.

Capri smirked to herself, feeling satisfied that she had managed to pique the boy’s interest. “She lives a few towns over from Jericho. Well, at least she did before they locked her up at Willow Hill.”

Tyler furrowed his brow. He never told anyone, but he had always felt a strange pull towards the other end of the hallway in his cell at Willow Hill. He was never quite able to place it, but he could sense an energy that felt familiar to him. He had always wondered who, or what it belonged to. When he escaped, he tried to find the source before fleeing the scene, only to find the cell torn apart. Whoever was there had managed to escape in the confusion before he could find them.

Upon further consideration, Tyler remembered a conversation he’d overheard while he was fading in and out of consciousness due to the drugs the guards had given him. He recalled one of them saying, “This guy is just as bad as that beast across the hall. So strong, but so destructive.”

“It’s a real shame that the other one is so beautiful. Who would know that they’re a monster?” the other guard had commented.

Tyler squinted his eyes at the memory and tried to ignore the growing anticipation in his chest. He couldn’t help but feel excited to finally solve the mystery.

Capri finally opened the door to the meeting room, where six chairs sat. However, Tyler was disappointed to see that only three were filled, and none of the people in front of him was a young girl.

“Hello everyone, I’m so glad you could make it.” Capri beamed as she gleefully strode in. “It’s my pleasure to formally introduce Tyler Galpin to our group.”

“Dude, do you know how much of a legend you are among hydes?” one of the members said as the three of them stood up to greet him. The one speaking to him was the only man of the group, while the other two were women, one blonde and one brunette.

“What, am I some sort of celebrity?” Tyler smirked.

“You could say that.” The blonde woman smiled. “Your story is what inspired us to reply to Capri’s invite. Maybe if we can form a sense of community, we can control our violent urges.”

“Where is Y/N?” Capri suddenly asked, turning towards the brunette woman.

“She’ll be here soon.” the woman responded. “She wanted to take a walk through the forest alone. Something about clearing her head. That girl is a mystery.” She chuckled, shaking her head.

“Y/N is the girl I was telling you about.” Capri explained, turning back to Tyler. “Loralei here is her aunt.”

Tyler nodded. Capri then motioned everyone towards the chairs and began introductions, the three adults sharing their stories with Tyler. He had to admit, it was comforting to know that other people were struggling with the same things he was. However he still wasn’t fully convinced.

That was, until the door suddenly clicked open and his eyes sprung up involuntarily.

“Sorry I’m late everyone, I got distracted picking flowers.” you apologized as you walked into the room.

Tyler froze. It was like you had brought a warm breeze into the room with you, one he hadn’t felt since he was a child. Your hair was tousled, your cheeks were pink from the wind, and your smile… god, your smile just melted his heart. For a moment, he thought you might have been just some random girl who wandered into the wrong room, because there was no way you could have been a hyde like him.

“Y/N, I’m so glad you came!” Capri said with a wide grin, getting up from her chair to give you a hug. You happily took her in your arms and embraced her. Tyler felt a tug at his heart strings. He hadn’t realized it until later, but in that moment he longed to be the one you were holding.

“I picked this one for you, Isadora.” you smiled, holding out a pink lily. “It reminds me of your bright personality.”

Capri greatfully took it from you, taking a moment to smell it. “It’s perfect, thank you Y/N.”

As you went around the circle giving flowers to your aunt and the other two adults, Tyler sat in disbelief. How kind of you find flowers that reminded you of each group member, just to make them feel special. His heart stopped when you walked toward him, holding a single daisy in your hand.

“You must be Tyler. I’ve heard so much about you.” you smiled, trying not to seem too excited at his presence. “I don’t know much about you yet, but I picked you this daisy because it symbolizes new beginnings.

Tyler couldn’t help the smile that broke out onto his face as he stood up, taking his hood off and gently taking the flower from your hands. He twirled it around in his fingers, admiring it.

“Thank you.” he let out in a small, touched voice. “You’re too sweet.”

“That’s what gets her into trouble.” Loralei teased from her chair.

You whipped your head around with a sarcastic grin. “Thank you for that, auntie.”

Tyler didn’t know the details of the remark, but he could clearly see how it could be true. You seemed like the type of person who always wanted to give to others before you gave to yourself. Maybe your hyde form got in the way of that, and that’s why you were here.

You turned back to Tyler and gave him a warm smile. “Don’t indulge her. She’ll start thinking she’s funny.”

Tyler actually let out an amused chuckle, which he hadn’t done in months. Surprised at himself, he sat back down in his chair as Capri began the meeting.

She went over the basics of the support group. Nobody transformed outside of group activities, if you did, you were kicked out. If anyone felt that they were on the verge of transforming, they were to notify the group and place themselves in isolation. The group would ensure that they were kept away from the public until they were back under control. No one was to harm any civilians, if you did you would be kicked out. It was heavily advised not to be out after sunset. The men of the group were to be heavily monitored, as going without a master was especially strenuous on them. If they could, they should confide in one of the females of the group for support. Not as a master, but as a mentor.

At this topic, Tyler subconsciously glanced over at you, who was heavily focused on what Capri was saying. Your expression was so pleasant as you nodded along, fiddling with the ends of your hair. As he observed you, he realized what the guards at Willow Hill were saying. You were stunning, captivating… almost hypnotizing in your beauty. He couldn’t even pinpoint exactly what it was that made you so beautiful. It was just you as a whole.

“Tyler?” Capri suddenly asked, a sly smirk on her face. Tyler whipped his head over towards her at lightning speed, wanting no one else to realize how he had zoned out while admiring you. He raised on eyebrow, and Capri chuckled. “What do you hope to get out of this group?”

Tyler took a moment, then sighed. “Honestly, I’m just sick of being used. I was used by my master, then I was used by my mother… I want to know what it’s like to be in control of my own life, to live by my own rules. And you know, not getting thrown in another insane asylum would be nice.”

Everyone laughed at his joke, including you. However you also smiled at the feeling of being understood. You felt the same way about being a hyde. Control was something you had always struggled with from a young age, and it only got worse as your hyde form got stronger. After the incident, you didn’t know what to do. Until your aunt found Capri.

After the meeting came to an end, everyone just talked amongst themselves, idling about the room. Tyler stood against the wall, hands in his pockets. He flinched at the sudden feeling of a hand slipping into his.

“Wanna get out of here?” you asked in a whisper at his side.

He couldn’t hold back the instant goofy nod he gave you, kicking himself internally. But he hesitated, glancing over to the rest of the group. “Are we allowed?”

You laughed, squeezing his hand. “Capri isn’t our master, remember? We can do as we please as long as we don’t transform.”

Tyler grinned at the realization. No one could tell him what to do anymore. “Yeah, let’s go.”

You gave him an excited grin, then pulled him out the door and into the hallway. As you ran hand in hand with him, tugging him along, Tyler felt like he was moving in slow motion. All he could see was your bright energy, your big, toothy smile, and your hair flying back behind you. He couldn’t help the small, baffled laugh that came out of his mouth. For the first time in a long time, he felt what he thought was joy.

Finally, you burst open the heavy doors of the bunker and brought him out into the sunlight. As he looked around, it seemed like every color was brighter. Every smell was stronger. Every sound was louder.

“You ready?” you asked, looking over your shoulder at him. The sun was shining against you, making you look even more beautiful. He couldn’t resist you even if he wanted to.

“Ready for what?” he asked, cocking his head to the side with a curious smile.

You took his hand in yours again, giving it another squeeze. “For our future. This is the first day of our journey towards control.”

Tyler smiled at your optimism. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Good!” you quickly spat out, yanking him back along side you as you ran off into the woods. Tyler laughed exasperatedly, still in amazement that someone could make him feel so light.

You led him up to a hilltop shrouded in trees of autumn hues. You sat down, hugging your knees to your chest.

“This is a fresh start for both of us.” you commented, looking out at the forest below. “This town is right between Jericho and my home town.”

“I hope this isn’t too invasive…” Tyler began, sitting down next to you, “But I never got to hear your story, and I’d like to. Especially since everyone already seems to know mine.”

“It’s not invasive.” you told him with a reassuring smile. “I’m an open book.”

“Yeah, I kind of got that.” Tyler laughed.

You sighed as you began. “Long story short. My father was a hyde and my mother was his master. She pushed him too hard, and one day he snapped and killed her. Then he ran away and I never saw him again.”

Tyler winced, remembering how he had killed his own master, Thornhill. “Is that how you wound up with your aunt?”

You nodded. “Aunt Loralei is my dad’s sister. They’re twins, but she was always the stronger one. She could control her hyde.”

“Yeah, us males are kind of weak.” Tyler said defeatedly, glancing out at the trees below.

“You’re not weak.” you told him, looking at him more seriously. “You just got used. If your master didn’t abuse you, then maybe-“

“You wouldn’t understand the things I’ve done.” Tyler suddenly snapped, glaring forward with a sharp gaze. He felt you shrink back down, wincing slightly. He instantly regretted his tone, hating that he made you feel small.

“I’m so sorry.” he told you, eyes overflowing with sincerity. “I didn’t mean to snap like that.”

“It’s alright.” you told him, fiddling with your fingers. “I know I can be too much sometimes.”

“You are not too much.” Tyler told you, grabbing your hand and squeezing it like you had already done to him several times. “You’re just enough.”

You grinned sarcastically. “That’s not what my ex-boyfriend thought. He cheated on me with my best friend, and I snapped and went full hyde, killing both of them.

Tyler smiled slightly. “Okay, I was wrong. Maybe you do understand some of the things I’ve done.”

You laughed, taking his other hand and shaking both of them scoldingly. “You are going to have to get used to not being the only monster around here anymore.”

“I’ll try my best.” Tyler told you, grinning. “Though I’ll probably never be an open book like you.”

“That’s fine.” you replied. “I don’t need to know everything. But don’t ever say that nobody understands you. Because I know what it’s like when that monster takes over your body. I was at Willow Hill for a reason. After my mom died, Aunt Loralei tried to get me enrolled at Nevermore, but they refused me. Said I was a liability.”

Tyler shook his head. “That school preaches acceptance, but they refuse to see us as anything but monsters.

“I mean, I get it. We’ve literally killed people. But maybe if we were taught how to control ourselves, we wouldn’t.”

“Is that why you and your aunt are here?” Tyler asked.

“Yep.” you nodded, laying back in the grass to look up at the clouds. “Maybe if we can show the world that our community keeps us in control, they’ll stop being afraid of us.”

He sighed, laying down next to you. “People fear what they can’t understand.”

You glanced over at him, prompting him to lock eyes with you. “And that’s why I’m not scared of you.”

Tyler wanted to kiss you right then and there. He had spent so long feeling alone, and here you were giving him so much hope and a sense of belonging.

“You’re truly amazing.” he told you with a sincere smile. “I get why your aunt says you’re too sweet for your own good.

You chuckled, rolling your eyes playfully. “She only says that because I turned myself in after I killed them. She didn’t agree with it.”

“I mean, I don’t either. I think your ex and your friend got was coming to them. You deserve so much better than that. I’d kill them myself if I could.” he expressed with passion. He couldn’t deny that thinking of other people hurting you made his blood boil.

You pouted your lip out, placing a hand on your heart. “Awh, that’s really sweet Tyler, but unfortunately we’re not going to be killing people anymore.”

“That’s another thing I’m going to have to get used to.” He laughed, and you joined him.

“Did you know I was at Willow Hill with you?” you asked, turning on your side to face him.

He mirrored you, turning towards you as well. “I didn’t know who you were, but I knew you were a hyde. I could feel it. And, I heard from the guards that you were strong.” He adjusted his shoulder, resting his head on top of his hands with a cheeky grin. “But nothing could have prepared me for your beauty.”

You felt your face getting red, then covered it with your hands with a small squeal. He laughed at your actions, his nose scrunching up a bit.

After you calmed down, you went back to laying on your back, glancing over at him. “I could feel you too. Only I knew who you were. Everyone was talking about you.”

“Yeah, my story’s pretty bad.” he chuckled, a slight pain in his eyes that only you could have noticed.

Your smile dropped, then you reached forward and placed a hand on his cheek. He looked at you breathlessly. “Tyler… I want you to know that it wasn’t your fault.”

With that, something broke inside of him.

“Thank you.” he told you with a gulp, closing his eyes as he relished your touch. He placed his hand over yours. “I know we only just met, but… you’re the first person I’ve felt like I can be my true self with.”

“I’m honored.” you replied with a smile. “I could say the same about you.”

You gazed into each other’s eyes for a moment. Tyler reached forward and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. You didn’t even realize you were subconsciously leaning forward until your faces were mere centimeters apart. Tyler seemed to lurch forward to close the gap between you, but you were both interrupted by the sound of a woman yelling.

“Y/N, Tyler, it’s close to sundown! We have to get to our rooms!”

You squinted your eyes shut and sighed. “Coming Aunt Loralei!” you yelled back. You looked up at Tyler. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s alright, I’m used to getting interrupted.” he chuckled, sitting up. Once he was standing, he gave you his hands and helped you up. “Besides, there will be other times.”

“Does that mean you’re sticking around?” you asked excitedly, gripping into his hands.

“I think I have more than enough to stick around for now.” he grinned, kissing the back of your hands. You lunged forward and wrapped him up in a big hug, taking him by surprise. However, he soon relaxed into it, squinting his eyes shut and gripping onto you tight. It had been so long since he’d been hugged without some form of manipulation attached to it. He forgot how good it felt. He never wanted to leave your arms.

“Okay, we should really go before my aunt has a cow.” you told him, leaning up to look at him.

He laughed, nodding and letting you lead him back to the bunker. Perhaps this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

[nanawritesit]

hey haven't seen you in a while. just wanna check in, hope you're doing well.

thank you so much for checking in with me, it makes me very hopeful for the world that there are good people like you… it also reminds me that no matter what i’m never alone! ❤️ i’ve been doing okay, just a lot of changes in the past year so i haven’t been very active! i kind of went more into detail on the ask i posted before this one, but to sum it up i just haven’t had any time/ inspiration to write. i still think ab this blog all the time and hope all of you are doing well too :)

love, nana <3

[nanawritesit]

Nanaa! It's grape anon, how are youu! :3 I'm just checking up on things, if you don't mind.. how's ur day today? :]

ah hello! thank you so much for still thinking of me :3 i’ve been doing okay… i know i sound like a broken record but my life has just been so incredibly hectic. in the past year i’ve moved out of my mom’s house, gotten my drivers license, ended a three year relationship, gotten into a new relationship, and started a full time job! unfortunately it’s just hard to make time for writing anymore so that’s why i haven’t been very active for the past couple of months. i never stop thinking about you guys tho! i’ll always be thankful for the following that i have and the positive support i’ve received 🥰

i hope you’ve been doing well too, it makes my heart happy that there are still good people like you in the world who check on people they haven’t heard from ❤️

love, nana <3

[nanawritesit]

Daria Masterlist!

💗 = super fluffy stuff

💦 = kinda angsty stuff

🍓 = silly goofy mood stuff

🔞= NSFW/ MDNI/ 18+

✨ = Nana’s Favorites :)

Trent Lane:

Boyfriend Headcanons - SFW + NSFW 💞🔞✨

[nanawritesit]

Trent Lane Boyfriend Headcanons! (SFW + NSFW under the cut)

(i just finished daria and have major Trent brain rot… but there’s like no content for him so i guess i have to write it myself :p)

SFW:

He writes songs about you all the time (they don’t always make sense but you still appreciate them)

Probably shows his love through physical touch or acts of service because he’s too broke to buy you gifts or take you anywhere nice 💀

He always has an arm around your shoulder, a hand on your waist, or is at least linking pinkies with you. If you’re next to him, he’s touching you in some way

And if you ever need help with chores or a project, he offers to do it for you or help you finish it (which is saying a lot because he’s usually lazy af)

Always gives you his jacket when it’s cold without you even having to ask him :)

Loves to lay his head on your chest and fall asleep after late night gigs… you struggle to roll him off of you in the morning because he sleeps like a log 😭

Calls you his “muse” occasionally

But he mostly calls you a cuter version of your name (like how he calls Jane “Janey,”) or just a simple “Babe” or “Hon”

Most of your dates are at the bars Mystik Spiral is playing at

You’ll hang out there for a while and get pizza afterwards, then probably smoke 🍃 in the tank

He asks your opinion on song lyrics, and you’ll help him brainstorm rhymes

The man is nocturnal so you have a ton of late night phone calls

You’re basically his sugar mama because again, he’s broke and unemployed

You have to reassure him that it doesn’t bother you all the time, in fact he’s *almost* considered getting a job just for you because he loves you that much 💞

(you can call him a deadbeat all you want. i would have no problem supporting my sweet baby girl 😤)

He also gets insecure sometimes that you’ll leave him for someone more educated or successful… you’ll have to explain to him that you don’t care about that stuff and that you love him regardless of it

His idea of a perfect day is just laying in bed with you all day long… he’s big on cuddles, either laying his head on your chest or nuzzling up into your neck :)

Although he also enjoys spooning you, or having you lay on his chest while he runs his fingers through your hair (He’s the best cuddler ever, try to change my mind)

Also loves going to the music store with you, and any other shops you enjoy going to

If you like piercings, you’ll go on piercing dates together :)

If you’re nervous, he’ll hold your hand and talk you through it 💞

Keeping him company while he gets his tattoos

He likes to see what you buy for yourself so he can save up his money to buy you something nice for your birthday or anniversary 🥺

LOVES when you sleep in his t shirts ❤️ He thinks you look so hot

He doesn’t strike me as someone who has a specific type, he just likes whoever he gives with. You could be alternative like him or have the total opposite aesthetic, he just likes you for who you are 🥰

Desperately trying to get him to take care of himself by getting a better sleep schedule and maybe eating a piece of fruit every now and again 💀

Watching Sick Sad World with Jane and Daria

The two of them look up to you because you’re one of the few people they think are cool, they mostly ask you for advice on relationships, school, and resolving their disputes

Jane asking you to help her dye her hair after Daria ruined it 😀

You always encourage her and compliment her paintings, she sees you as a really cool older sister (except not actually because all of her relatives besides Trent are insane)

You try to help them out around the house with cooking and cleaning and buying groceries since their parents are never home

The other guys in the band tease him so hard because he talks about you constantly and always gets so happy when you call :)

Jesse was actually the one who set you guys up, and it makes him so happy to see you together

He keeps a picture of you on the dashboard of the tank just to make him smile whenever he sees it 💞

NSFW: (18+/ MDNI)

Lazy morning sex (even though it’s at like 4 pm) because it’s the best way to wake him up ;)

Having sex in the tank right before a show because he’s convinced he plays better after he fucks you

He’s a switch for sure, mostly because he doesn’t always have the energy to be on top

Really likes long make out sessions where you’re straddling his lap and he can run his hands all along your body

Looooves watching you ride him

But he also enjoys pinning you down and dominating you 👀

The cold metal of his rings against your skin drives you wild, especially when he’s fingering you

Will give you hickeys in the most obvious places because he thinks they look hot

Conversely, he loves it when you leave scratches down his back like you’re marking him as your territory

Listen, this man knows how to EAT 😤 (you’re probably the most nutritious thing he eats tbh)

He loves overstimulating you by making you cum on his tongue and then fucking you immediately after

But he also loves it when you return the favor… he can’t think of any better sight than you on your knees going down on him 😭

He knows that his voice turns you on and uses it against you to turn you on in public (which leads to the two of you running out to the tank for a quickie)

He’s really good at talking you through it 😫

Not super loud during sex, but he does grunt and swear a lot

And when he gets close to finishing he starts letting out some airy moans, mostly saying your name over and over

He’s not *super* freaky but he certainly knows how to show you a good time ;)

[nanawritesit]

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED!

[nanawritesit]

I loved part 2 of skz as tattoo artists!! 🥰 I loved them all but I have to say I liked how you wrote Han’s part 2 the best!! I saw you wrote that we can request a more detailed scenario with one member, can I pleaseee request Hyunjin? ♡♡

ah i’m so glad you liked them! i truly did want to do them all justice bc i love this au so much 😭 i really like Han’s too! although changbin’s is probably my favorite bc he’s my bias 😅

i’d be happy to write you a full scenario with hyunjin, i’ll add it to the to do list :) thanks so much for supporting my blog! 🥰

love, nana <3

[nanawritesit]

Skz Tattoo Artist AU Imagines! Part Two (fem!reader)

🔞 (NSFW/ 18+/ MDNI) 🔞

Part One - SFW

TW: hooking up with professional artists (don’t be delusional irl guys lol) p in v sex with protection not specified (LK, CB, SM, IN) oral sex (H) fingering (HJ, F) masturbation play (F) nipple play/sucking (BC) girl on top (LK) doggy style (CB, SM) missionary/ mating press (IN) spanking (LK) choking (HJ) hair pulling (H) marking up (H) voice kink (F) studio sex (SM) sex in a relationship (IN) scratching (IN) praise, groping, dirty talk, pet names, making out, cursing

ngl these are kinda short, i didn’t really feel like writing full out scenarios for all eight members 💀 if you’d like to request a more detailed scenario for ONE member each, i’d be willing to accept it in the ask box :)

Bangchan:

He had somehow managed to muster up the courage to ask you out a few weeks after giving you your tattoo, thanks to your mutual friend Han’s encouragement. He decided that he wouldn’t have been able to handle seeing you with some other guy while his art was on your chest.

Speaking of which, your tattoo was fully healed by the time you went out, so you decided to show it off with a low cut top. Chan couldn’t take his eyes off of it the entire time you were out at the bar, and you decided to tease him about it once you had agreed to go back to his apartment with him.

“Are you a fan of the top?” you asked, cheekily judging him as he sat down next to you on the couch.

He chuckled, pushing his hair back and looking away in embarrassment. “I’m sorry, I promise I’m not looking at your cleavage. It’s just… God, you are really rocking that tattoo.”

“Well, you have yourself to thank. You did a kickass job.” you grinned as you complimented him.

“You were the inspiration.” he suddenly blurted out. His cheeks heated up at his sudden confession.

Your lips parted as you cocked your head in question. “Really?”

He sighed, laughing at himself before explaining. “I meant, I designed it specifically for you. I thought about how it would look on you the entire time I was drawing it, so it was literally made for you. You’re the muse, so to speak.”

You blinked a few times, staring at him blankly. Without a moment’s hesitation, you leaned forward and crashed your lips against his. He quickly melted into the kiss, as if he had been preparing himself for it all night and was just waiting for the chance to fall into it. Your hands flew up to grip his shoulders, while his moved to cup your jaw. His brow furrowed as he leaned deeper into the kiss, leaning you back onto the couch. He moved to straddle your lap, biting your lip slightly as he pulled away.

Panting wildly, he studied your features affectionately, as if he was taking in a great work of art. Finally, his eyes trailed down to your chest. He sighed airily, pouting his lips open as he looked at the rose he had etched into your skin so carefully.

“Fuck, you’re absolutely gorgeous, Y/N…” he told you, his big brown eyes sparkling as he looked back into yours. He slowly brought a hand to your chest, hovering it over your breast. “Can I?”

You nodded, granting him permission to grope you. He bit his lip as he did so, watching the rose morph along his fingers and the plush of your breast. “I haven’t been able to contain myself watching you walk around with my art on you, that I put there myself…”

Without thinking, he began lifting your shirt to expose your whole chest to him, placing delicate kisses all over your bare skin. He licked your nipple a few times, then latched onto it, sucking lightly as he groped your other breast. You bucked your hips forward in arousal, bringing a hand up to his hair to grip onto it. Never before had a man made you so desperate just by sucking your titties.

Sensing he had been sucking for a while, he released your nipple from his mouth and looked back up at you with a sheepish grin. “Sorry, I just… couldn’t help myself. They looked so good.”

You responded by placing your hand at the back of his neck and pulling him back down to kiss him again, rougher and more passionately than before. Your tongue slipped into his mouth, fighting with his for dominance as he continued groping your tits.

“Chan…” you suddenly whined, pulling away from him by only a few centimeters, lips still ghosting over his.

“Yeah?” he enquired, trailing loving kisses down your neck that made you squint from the dopamine.

“I want… to…” you tried to get him to finish your sentence, tossing your head back to grant him more access to your neck.

“What do you want, baby?” he questioned cheekily, nibbling on your earlobe. “Tell me, I want to hear it.”

“Chan, please don’t tease me…” you sighed in protest.

“Oh baby, you don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.” he informed you, giggling over your frustration.. “It wouldn’t be fun if I didn’t get to give you a taste of what my longing was like.”

You chuckled in disbelief at his audacity, squinting your eyes shut and exhaling. “Okay, fine… I want you to fuck me, Chan.”

He grinned into your neck, laughing so delicately that you could barely feel his breath fanning against your skin. “Okay, my rose. It’d be my pleasure.”

Lee Know:

You squealed as he slapped your ass with his tattooed hand again, smirking up at you. He looked so fine underneath you, the red LED lights in your room glistening off his sweaty, inked up neck and piercings.

“Oh come on, I know you can take it, tough girl.” he teased you, bucking his hips up into you.

You yelped as the sudden force jolted you forward, gripping onto the pillows beneath you as your hair fell in front of your face. You never imagined he would be such a wild ride.

“Awh, you can do it, sweetheart… you took that tattoo so well, I’m sure you can handle my cock too.” he cooed, pushing your hair back for you. The softness of his touch contrasted greatly with how roughly he was fucking himself up into you.

“Minho…” you whined, leaning into his hand as he rested it against your cheek. “I’m gonna…”

“Yeah? You gonna cum for me?” he asked, biting his pierced lip. He suddenly gripped onto your hips and began guiding you up and down along his cock, mercilessly pounding into you.

“Minho!” you cried out, knuckles turning white at how hard you were gripping onto the pillows.

“I want you to cum for me, sweetheart…” he demanded, his face suddenly taking on a serious expression. “And I want you to scream. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, Minho, yes!” you did as he asked, allowing the final string within you to snap. You were crying out his name, slurring the syllables together as your mind became clouded with pleasure.

“Yeah baby, ride it out…” he encouraged you, his hips stuttering as he was nearing his own release. “Atta girl, keep going… don’t stop…”

He grunted loudly, then messily thrusted up harshly inside of you, your already sensitive walls clenching around him for dear life. He began calling out for you just as you had done for him, his fingernails digging into your hips and leaving little red crescent moons in your skin.

Once you had both finished in unison, you collapsed against him, forgetting how sensitive the skin along your collarbone was. You hissed at the sudden contact, wincing in pain.

“Oh sweetheart, are you okay?” he asked, brushing some of your hair behind your ear. His eyes were sparkling with so much concern, you almost forgot how hard he had just demolished you.

“Oh, I’m just wonderful, Minho.”

Changbin:

When you went to your tattoo appointment this morning, you never imagined you’d be ending the night in your tatoo artists’ bedroom, straddling his lap as he made out with you and ran his large, inked hands all over your body. But come on, how were you supposed to resist the man, with his fluffy black waves, glasses, bulging arm muscles decked out in tattoos, chain, and tight black tshirt?

“Can I take this off?” he suddenly asked, pulling away momentarily. He was gripping onto the hem of your shirt, tugging at it slightly.

You nodded frantically, desperately wanting to have his lips back on yours. He whipped your shirt off over your head, glad that you hadn’t put your bra back on yet. He glanced up at the mirror facing opposite the bed, gasping slightly as he took in the wings on your back.

“God, you’re breathtaking…” he sighed, running his hands along them.

Growing impatient at his distraction, you began kissing his neck, licking and nipping at his skin. You inhaled as you placed your lips to his ear. “Changbin… I want you.”

He chuckled, roughly pulling you back by the hair to face him. “I want you too, angel…. but I also want to keep looking at those pretty little wings. Why don’t you get on your hands and knees so I can multitask?”

You smirked and nodded your head obediently, moving off of his lap to remove your shorts and panties. You then assumed the position he’d requested, arching your back as you leaned forward on your elbows.

He bit his lip at the sight of you bent over before him, patiently waiting for him to fuck you like a good little girl. He ripped his shirt off over his head, then unbuckled his belt and slid his jeans down his legs, discarding everything into a pile on the floor. He pumped his dick in his hand a few times, then got onto his knees behind you, lining himself up with your pussy.

“You ready to fly, angel?” he inquired, looking over your shoulder at you.

“Yes, please, Changbin…” you whined needily.

He smirked, then entered you inch by inch, gently thrusting forward as you adjusted to his length. You both groaned at the feeling of your pussy clamping around his dick.

“Shit, honey, you’re so tight…” he grunted, eyes rolling back in his head. Once he was completely inside of you, he brought a hand up to your hair, anchoring you in place as he took in the designs he had placed on your back. He smiled at them with pride, picking up the pace of his thrusts and gripping tightly onto your hip with his other hand. He was going to make sure you never regretted coming to him to earn your wings.

Hyunjin:

“Yeah? You like that?” Hyunjin sniggered into your ear, biting your earlobe teasingly as his fingers worked magic on your core. It had been a full week since you got your tattoo, but he still insisted that your skin was much too delicate for sex. However, being the giving man he was. he still wanted to please you after your first date, so here you were laid out on top of him, back pressed to his chest while he rubbed circles over your clit with his dominant, tatted arm.

“Hyunjin… I…” you breathed airily, not being able to process any other words. You were intoxicated by his touch, it was almost otherworldly how intuitive he was. You didn’t know a man could be so good at fingering, as most didn’t even know where the clit was.

He said nothing, and instead brought his left hand, which had previously been groping your breast, up to your throat to clamp down on it.

“Look at you, such a mess over just my fingers…” he taunted with an affectionate pout, flattening three fingers against your slit to rub quick, rhythmic circles and tease you even further. “Am I really making you feel that good?”

Hyunjin was desperate for your praise, you knew this from the very moment you told him the design he drove into your hip was perfect. You didn’t know why, but it was like a drug to him.

“Oh yes, Hyunjin… you’re so good with your fingers, I feel so damn good!” you cried out, allowing your head to fall back against his shoulder.

He grinned in accomplishment, going back to your pussy with renewed vigor. He inserted two fingers into your needy hole, then rotated his thumb up to stimulate your clit.

“Fuck, Hyunjin!” you squealed, bucking your hips forward to gain more friction off of his fingers.

“Oh, is that too much baby?” he teased, tightening his grip on your throat. “Come on, don’t you trust me?”

You were immediately reminded of how comfortable he made you feel in his tattoo studio, and how caring he was throughout the entire process. He truly was a remarkable man.

“Yes, I do… I trust you completely.” you told him, allowing yourself to succumb to the pleasure. It wasn’t long before you were finishing in his hand, slamming your hips up into it as you cried out strings of praise for him.

Smirking in triumph, he slid his fingers out of your cunt and placed them in his mouth, relishing the flavor of you.

“My god, you taste heavenly, Y/N…” he sighed, placing a soft kiss to your temple.

You smiled to yourself, and once you had caught your breath, you sat up and turned around to face him. You sunk down to where your head was hovering over his crotch, then began unbuttoning his jeans.

“Now it’s your turn.” you grinned up at him through seductive, siren eyes. You might just be his weakness, he thought to himself, but then all he could concentrate on was your mouth wrapping around his cock. God, you were going to be the death of him.

Han:

After a lengthy competition over who could flirt with the other the hardest, you found yourself sprawled out on Han’s bed as he left hickies all down your neck. It was quite comical that just this morning, you hadn’t even known what he looked like. He was just this mysterious local celebrity… and when he invited you back to his place after getting a couple drinks at a local bar, you couldn’t possibly say no.

“Han, please…” you sighed in desperation, tugging at his dark locks.

He sat up to look you in the eye, smirking in satisfaction at how easily he could work you up. “What is it, babe? After you’ve been such a little temptress all night, do you find yourself wanting more than just teasing?”

You rolled your eyes at his calling you out, yanking his hair out of annoyance. He whimpered involuntarily, making you raise an eyebrow.

“Yeah? Did you like that, pretty boy?” you inquired, the corners of your lips curling up in a sly grin.

“Shit, don’t call me that… I might lose all my self control…” he exhaled, pressing his forehead against yours as he kissed your lips. Just as the kiss was growing heated, he pulled away and looked at you with a slightly serious expression. “Listen, beautiful, it pains me to say this, but I don’t want to fuck you while that tattoo is still fresh. The friction would hurt you, and I don’t want to mess up the ink.”

You pouted, then nodded in agreement with him. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Maybe you shouldn’t have flirted with me so hard.” you smirked, pulling his hair once again.

He muttered another whimper, squinting his eyes shut at the sensation and then laughing at himself. “You know, there are other ways I could pleasure you, babe…”

You tried to contain the smile that was spreading on your face at his insinuation, and instead shrugged at him challengingly. “Well then, why don’t you show me what you’ve got, Han Jisung?”

He bit his pierced lip in a coy grin, then stood up in front of you. He suddenly grabbed your ankles and pulled you forward so that your legs were hanging off the bed. You squeaked a bit in surprise, but otherwise looked up at him with a curious gaze. He then got down on his knees and reached up under your skirt to take off your panties, tossing them over his shoulder before placing your legs atop his shoulders. Before you could even register what he was doing, he dove headfirst into your pussy, his tongue licking flat stripes up your slit to wipe up your already abundant juices.

“Holy shit, Han!” you cried out, throwing your head back in ecstasy. Your hands instinctively went back into his hair, gripping onto it for stability. He impulsively moaned into your folds, sending vibrations straight to the area you needed him most.

Finally, he flicked his tongue up to your clit, giving it little kitten licks with the tip of his tongue at first but progressing to a rhythmic circling with more pressure as you adjusted to the feeling. He had the perfect intuition for pacing, you almost wondered how he worked with his hands when he was so gifted with his tongue.

You couldn’t wait to return the favor to him and make him utter more of those gorgeous little whimpers. He really was a pretty boy, and he deserved to feel good too. He was going to have to thank Bangchan for setting the two of you up.

Felix:

“Look at me, love.” Felix’s deep voice resonated with you from across the room. He was sat in a chair while you were propped up on his bed, legs spread apart with your now healed tattooed hand playing with your pussy.

You snapped your head up, gazing into his eyes with a drunken haze. About two weeks after your tattoo session, Felix had reached out to you and asked you out. You of course agreed, and you had been seeing each other for a few weeks now. Tonight however, things had gotten significantly more heated between the two of you.

He found himself wanting to toy with you a bit. He couldn’t help himself when it came to that adorable, innocent expression on your cute little face whenever you got lost in his words, or the way your sparkly doe eyes would blink up at him as you blushed at how flustered he made you. You wanted him to fuck you so bad, but he insisted on watching you play with your pussy first.

“Don’t take your eyes off of me.” he instructed, propping his elbows on his thighs as he leaned forward in his chair.

You did as he asked, simply wanting to get to the point where he would fuck you. His voice had you in a trance as you locked your eyes onto him, beginning to circle your clit with slow, even strokes of the pads of your fingers.

“You’re so pretty like this, you know that, love?” he inquired, cocking his head to the side with a smirk. His eyes glanced down to your pussy, licking his lips in desire. When he glanced back up and saw that your eyes were still on him, he grinned proudly. “You’re such a good listener too. What a good girl.”

With his low, rumbling voice as your guide, you began to feel your release building up. Your lips parted and your breathing began quickening. You wanted to save your orgasm for his cock, but you wouldn’t dare disobey him.

He sensed your hesitation by the way you were bucking your hips forward and decided to intervene. He stood up from his chair and walked over to you quickly, holding your wrist delicately in his hand.

“That’s enough for now, love.” he smiled softly down at you, brushing some of your hair back with his other hand. “I’ll fuck you now. You’ve earned it, sweet girl.”

He removed his clothes and tossed them into a heep on the floor, noticing how your face lit up as you took in his naked form. This obviously pleased him even further, as he soon revealed a huge, hard erection.

He then pushed you back down onto the bed, crawling overtop of you. He laced his fingers with yours, holding your hand gently against the mattress.

“I told you the hands were sensitive. You can feel every touch.” he grinned, blonde hair flopping over his freckled face. You still couldn’t believe how gorgeous he was. “Are you ready for me, love?”

You placed your freehand on his inked up shoulder, donning the same intimate position you shared when he did your tattoo. “I’m ready for you, Felix.”

Seungmin:

“I told you, baby, no one’s here. You can be as loud as you want.” Seungmin grunted into your ear with a smirk.

You had previously been biting your lip to avoid moaning, but as he reminded you of the fact that you were alone, you gave in and began crying out.

“Yeah, that’s it. You sound divine.”

After Seungmin had finished your tattoo, you loved it so much that you couldn’t help but hug him. However, as you did so, you felt his rock hard erection through his sweats. Flattered, you asked him if there was anything you could do to repay him. One thing led to another, and now here you were, bent over his desk as fucked you from behind.

The large wall mirror was to your side, and as Seungmin glanced over at your reflection, he took in your tattooed ribcage.

“Man, you are rocking the fuck out of that tattoo.” he chuckled admiringly, rubbing his hands along your tender flesh. You winced, but were quickly distracted by his grip on your hips tightening as he pounded into you even harder.

“Look at yourself, you naughty thing, taking my cock so well…” he praised, gesturing with his head towards the mirror. You did as he asked, gasping at the erotic sight before you. He smirked at how well you listened to him. “So obedient, you’re such a good girl, you know that?”

He glanced down at your tits swinging back and forth, and how the plush of your ass pressed up against his hips with every thrust. God, you were a vision.

“Baby… wanna cum in you, is that okay?” he asked for permission, glancing at your face over your shoulder.

You nodded frantically, feeling your own release slowly approaching. “Do it, Seungmin. I want you to fill me up.”

His hips stuttered clumsily a few times, and then he cried out in pleasure, emptying his load inside of you. At the overwhelming full feeling, the cord inside of you snapped, and you began screaming his name through your own orgasm.

Panting wildly, he pressed his forehead to your shoulder. He chuckled to himself, then kissed your cheek. “You did so good, baby. Now, how about you let me take you home for some premium aftercare?”

I.N:

Jeongin was absolutely captivated by you. You had been going out for a month now, and you’d recently made things official. He thought everything about you was so interesting, finding himself transfixed on everything you had to say. He was absolutely smitten for you.

Tonight, your usual make out and groping session went to the next level as you felt him growing hard against your leg.

“Jeongin?” you asked, pulling away from him momentarily.

“Yes, darling?” he replied. He pressed his forehead to yours, intertwining his fingers with yours as he patiently waited to hear what you had to say.

“I just wanted you to know that…” you mumbled, mustering up your courage. You took a deep breath, then looked him in the eye. “I’m ready to take the next step if you are.”

He smiled, beginning to pepper kisses all over your face. “I am too, darling… I’m actually ready right now, if you can’t already tell.” he chuckled between kisses, pressing his hips further into yours to emphasize his erection.

You laughed along with him, then looked up at him with glimmering desire. “Will you please fuck me, Jeongin?”

It was as if you had just shoved a needle of adrenaline straight into his veins. “Well damn, how can I deny my good girl when she asked so nicely?”

After a bit of fumbling around, you were both nude before one another, and he positioned the tip of his dick at your entrance. “You ready, darling?”

You nodded, gripping onto his shoulders. “I’ve never been more ready, baby.”

He moaned airily as he entered you, already overcome with pleasure at the first inch. “Damnit, Y/N… you feel so good.” He then began thrusting forward until he bottomed out, eyes rolling back in his head at the feeling of your pussy clenching around his entire length.

“Oh my god, Jeongin…” you whimpered as he began rolling his hips into yours, setting a steady pace. It felt like his cock was made for your pussy, fitting so snugly inside of you and hitting all the right spots.

“Do you want more?” he asked, panting slightly.

You furrowed your brow in confusion, then gasped as he reached down to grab your ankles, throwing your legs up over his shoulders with his heavily tattooed arms. He kneeled overtop of you, dipping his cock down into your needy cunt.

“Fuck, Jeongin, this angle!” you cried out, hands flying up to sink your nails into the skin of his back.

He winced at the mix of pain and pleasure, picking up the tempo at the sensation. “Yeah, does that feel good, darling?”

You nodded feverishly, too overcome with ecstasy to describe it to him. “Yes, baby… I don’t think I’ll last much longer…” You dragged your nails down his back, scratching him up nice and good as if marking your territory.

“Me neither… wanna do it together?” he huffed with a suggestive smirk.

Your lips parted at the desire-inducing thought. “Oh Jeongin…”

Your hips began thrusting up to feel more of him, and he began pumping himself in and out of you over and over, gripping onto your calves to hold you down in place. You both hit your releases at the same time, just as he had predicted, crying out for each other and gripping onto one another for dear life.

He slipped out of you and grabbed a towel to clean the both of you off, then laid down next to you in a spooning position. He laughed to himself as he wrapped his arms around you, placing a delicate kiss to each butterfly behind your ear. “God, how did I get so lucky…”