Lost & Found

lost & found

pairing: non-idol!vernon x gn!reader

prompt: soulmate au series. 6/13

word count: 2.1k

 warnings: reader has a cat. lost cat happens twice. two idiots keep losing things. food mention. slight mention about being anxious about soulmates (but it’s less vernon and more other people in his life). 

daisy’s notes: idk why but this one felt like a cute one for vern. also me being a messy bitch too i’d probs miss things too lmao (also sorry this ones kinda short!! i knew what i wanted to do with it and didn’t want to draw it out too long)

summary: Sometimes Vernon finds things in his room that are definitely not his. Most of the time he attributes them to Seungkwan, but when he loses a flash-drive with all his music and classwork… it’s just a coincidence it ends up in his classmate’s bag, right?

Vernon’s… admittedly more okay with the fact he doesn’t have a soulmate. He never felt anyone’s pain growing up, or heard someone singing, and all of his colors in his vision are completely intact. He didn’t have a name written on him like his parents did, or tasted whatever his soulmate would be eating, or have a date and time printed on his wrist like his sister did–ten more years before she met them, and he’d listened to her time and time again vent about how sometimes she’d look at it and realize how close it actually is in the scheme of things. He grew up listening to the gentle comfort toward him despite the indifference he’d grown into. It bothered him at first, sure, but in the end… What was the point of having a soulmate? Did people really think that finding that person would result in immediate love and marriage and babies or some shit? Vernon wanted to fall in love more… organically. Not with a person the universe pushed him towards, linking them together by some invisible bond. As romantic as a red string sounded (even if Wonwoo’s meeting with his soulmate wasn’t exactly romantic), he wanted to be in control over his own fate. He was happy for his friends finding their soulmates one by one (hell, he liked Seungkwan’s soulmate–they didn’t take that much shit, but it was admittedly a little sweet to see Seungkwan dote on them because they bumped into another goddamn chair a little too hard), but for him? He was okay without it.

Which was why he branched out a bit. He dated a few other people without soulmates, one of which did have a soulmate but didn’t have an obvious sign, and things never fully worked out. Call it destiny, call it choice, but something always seemed to go… a little wrong. Or maybe they just didn’t work out: Vernon was never completely sure whenever he tried to look back on it. He settled for making friends with people instead after a while, not wanting the stress of relationships. That’s ultimately what brought him to you.

Or, well, your cat was.

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the soulmate service

❛ pretty at every hour of the day but especially prettier under the glow of the sunset. ❜

word count | 31.0k (31,023) genre | fluff, angst, soulmate au, summer break au, (one-sided) rivals to lovers ━ matchmaker!vernon, older brother!soonyoung

the soulmate service has one purpose: to help those who drew the short end of the stick and ended up without a person to live their forever with. after the heart wrenching realization that the boy you’ve loved since you were thirteen isn’t the one meant for you, you put your love life in the hands of vernon chwe — which, now that you think about it, is probably a very bad idea.

★ warnings | mentions of unrequited love, lots of bickering between vernon and reader, pining (?), there’s angst but it’s minimal

THE RED STRING, more commonly known as The String of Fate, appears on an individual’s finger at the exact minute they turn eighteen. The string may either: (1) turn gold if the individual falls in love with their soulmate by 24 hours after first contact, or (2) be cut if said person and their soulmate fail to fall in love.

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hers

part of the svthub collab

pairing: jeonghan x f!reader

word count: 2.3k

contains: camcouple, orgasm denial, overstimulation, use of a sex toy (vibrator), intercourse (unprotected; assume use of other contraceptive methods), mentions of tattoos

a/n: in true livvie fashion, i took a brief and added established relationship dynamic. this is camcouple au rather than camboy au, hope you enjoy it!

"ah, ah, baby. keep your legs open, don't want to keep everyone from seeing how you clench, mm?"

you whimper at jeonghan's chiding words but obey, parting your legs again, letting the camera capture your desperately clenching cunt. his hands rest on your thighs as you lean back on his shoulder, feeling his lips press a soft kiss on the side of your head. he's edged you three times now, and you're beginning to lose focus.

you and jeonghan have some rather unusual hobbies, the strangest one of them being the one you're currently engaged in - camming. the two of you realized early on in your relationship that you enjoy being filmed while having sex, and you ventured into camming a little while later. it had taken some research and experimentation to figure out the best way to enjoy the activity while remaining anonymous (neither of you wants to be recognized for your illicit performances), and now you run a modest channel where you broadcast your bedroom activities semi-regularly.

"won't you read the comments, baby?", his hands rub your thighs soothingly as you catch your breath, "see how much they like it".

you nod and manage to focus on the laptop screen, the bright letters stating "herhannie is live now!" making your heart flutter, like it did when jeonghan suggested the username. the two of you had decided to use "hannie" and "baby" (and sometimes "angel", when jeonghan can't help himself) to refer to each other, seeing as hannie is a common enough nickname that jeonghan can't be identified by it. a camboy you had consulted had warned you against using the possessive username, saying it might turn off viewers.

the advice only made it more appealing to you, though. jeonghan was yours, and you wanted to be possessive. so herhannie stayed.

your eyes catch the usernames you recognize, and you read the comments of your regular viewers. one catches your eye, and you read it out loud.

dinosauras: watching this with my gf rn, she thinks you're super hot

"ah, thanks", you giggle, feeling jeonghan smile against your neck, "that's so cute! me and - and hannie used to watch couples too!".

jeonghan nips at your ear and you pout, sighing when he laves his tongue softly to soothe the sting.

"that was close", he chuckles, "almost gave me away, baby".

the buzz of the vibrator fills the room, and the toy touches your clit before you can respond.

"thought i'm 'hannie' when we're here, mm?", his arm around your waist tightens as you squirm, feeling your orgasm closing in, "your hannie, right?"

what a dick. he knows the affect the words have on you, and he's pulling away the vibrator a second before your orgasm hits - denying you for the fourth time that night. both his hands wrap around you to keep you still as you squirm, tearful moans escaping your lips.

his murmured praises in your ear help you calm down, his chest against your back grounding you to reality. when you started experimenting with denial, jeonghan used to check in every time you seemed in pain - but he knows better now. he knows how much you enjoy it, and he trusts you to stop him when you don't.

"can you read some comments, baby?", jeonghan's voice is soft, but you're sure the microphone catches it, "i'll let you come after you do, mm?"

"okay", you clear your throat, one eye catching jeonghan reaching for the bottle of water beside the bed, "yeah".

you accept the bottle with a small smile and take a sip, reading the comments while you swallow. you almost spit out the liquid when a few comments catch your eye:

sundaywhoring: whats that on your thigh?

bigdk: are you hurt?

you angle your head to look at the side of your upper thigh, where body tape covers a small patch of skin. jeonghan hums contemplatively before whispering "i think we can say it, if you're okay with it" in your ear.

"well", you smile, feeling a flush come up your neck, "hannie and i got matching tattoos last week".

the chat erupts, a mixture of "ugh" and "omg so cute!" filling up the screen.

"i know", jeonghan's voice is cheerful, and you catch a hint of boastfulness, "we're disgusting".

you giggle and lean your head back, humming contently as you feel jeonghan nuzzle your neck.

"i think i should make you come now", his hands slip down to caress your inner thighs, not yet touching you where you want.

"i think that's a great idea", your voice is slightly breathless, "i agree".

"is that right?", he slaps your thigh lightly, shushing you when you whimper, "oh, i'm glad. i would hate to disappoint you, angel".

two fingers slip around the lips of your cunt and press against each other, effectively putting pressure on your clit - enough to drive you crazy, but not enough to give you any satisfaction.

"where's my tattoo?", his other hand reaches for the vibrator, "well, that's only for my baby to know".

someone must've asked the location of his tattoo. you barely finish the thought before the vibrator touches your clit, jeonghan's arm quickly wrapping around you as you shake, your orgasm hitting you in record time.

"it's okay, baby", the vibrator presses harder, "you've been so good. come for me".

his words send you off the edge and you explode, mewling his nickname loudly as you press against his chest, his length digging into your lower back. he keeps the toy on your nub as you ride out your orgasm, feeling spurred on by the praises he coos for everyone to hear. soon enough, the pleasure of the buzz turns into the sting of overstimulation, and you whine for jeonghan to stop.

"you did so good", jeonghan discards the vibrator, "such a good girl, mm? always so good for me".

you hum shakily and turn your head slightly to meet jeonghan's eyes, kissing him softly, feeling warm when his hand reaches up to cup your cheek.

"good?", he whispers, not caring about being audible to the audience.

"yeah", you clear your throat, making sure your next words are loud enough for the mic to catch them, "love you".

jeonghan laughs and turns his head to the side to check the viewfinder, making sure your heads are still out of frame.

"love you too, baby", he turns back and nudges his nose against yours, "always".

you face the laptop to read off some comments, not surprised at the number of donation messages visible in the chat. you and jeonghan had turned off the chat and donation notifications long ago, finding the sounds a nuisance. even without the pinging though, you know your viewers enjoy moments of intimacy between you and your lover.

you decide to answer a personal question.

hawsaw: how long have the two of you been together btw

"well", jeonghan parts your legs slightly, his hands inching towards your cunt, "i think like, 3 years?"

"mm mm", a finger circles your clit, and you feel his smile against your shoulder at your sharp breath, "something like that".

"hannie", you whine when his finger slips down to press against your entrance, "please".

"please what, baby? use your words"

"feel so - ", you gasp when he adds another finger to circle your entrance, "so empty".

"what do you want me to do?", his fingers enter your cunt, wiggling slightly, "is this what you want?"

"yes", you gasp, "no - fuck. want your cock, hannie".

"oh, really?", his fingers curve, hitting your sensitive spot in practiced come-hither motions, making you groan, "you sure this isn't what you want? you seem to like it so much".

"no, please", your hand wraps around his wrist, "please, please. want your cock, hannie".

jeonghan stays silent, continuing to finger you.

"please, hannie", you whimper, barely able to think, "feel so empty. please, want your cock".

"shh. okay, baby", he withdraws his fingers, bringing them to his mouth and moaning at the taste, "i'll fuck you, yeah?"

he urges you to lift up, his hands gently guiding you to sit on his cock. both of you moan at the feeling, staying in the position while you get used to the stretch.

"you're so warm, angel", jeonghan gushes, "and so wet - fuck".

you chuckle breathlessly, bleary eyes barely taking in the comments pouring in.

tigerlovegrr: she looks so fucked out, even without the face

"ah, is that so", you turn to see the viewfinder and clench at the visual. user tigerlovegrr is right - your body is lax against jeonghan's and you're visibly trembling. you do look fucked out.

"just needed my cock. isn't that right, baby?", jeonghan lifts his hips slightly and you moan, his cock nestling further inside you, "i expect an answer when i ask a question, baby".

"y-yes", he circles his hips and you fight to keep your train of thought, "needed your cock, hannie. so empty".

"that's right, baby", his breath stutters as you clench around him, "can you fuck yourself on me, baby? give everyone a show?"

you nod and lift yourself up, slamming back on jeonghan's length, both of your moans filling up the room. his hands hold your hips and help you ride him while he bucks his hips up in a dance the two of you have perfected. one of his hands reaches out to the side and then presses a cold object in your hand - it's the vibrator, still slick from earlier.

"put it on your clit, baby", he turns it on, "make yourself come".

"but hannie", you moan when he moves your hand to the apex of your thighs, pushing your hand to press the toy against your cunt, "sensitive. so - so sensitive".

"i know, angel", he coos, his hand still on yours, "but i want you to come, mm? you can do it, you're such a good girl".

you nod tearfully and wrap your fingers securely around the toy, pressing against your clit when jeonghan removes his hand. the sensitivity is almost too much, but you keep the vibrator pressed against your nub - your cunt clenching around his cock as you feel an orgasm approaching.

"such a good girl", jeonghan wraps his arms around your waist and fucks his length into your cunt, "clenching around m-me. close, baby?"

you explode before you can answer, your body writhing against jeonghan's as you come, the vibrator against your clit feeling almost painful before he grabs it and turns it off. despite your barely-there state, you're aware of how jeonghan's cock inside you twitches and how his breathing is uneven - he stopped his movements to let you come.

you lift your body up slightly and slam back down, turning to see jeonghan's eyes close as he curses.

"fuck, baby - ", his head tilts back, "baby - you don't have to".

"want you to come, hannie", you lean in closer and clench around him, lowering your voice to a small whisper that only he can hear, "come inside me, jeonghan".

you feel his warm release fill you up as his hips stutter, his moans and your breathing the only sound in the room. his eyes stay close as his hand pats the space next to you, and he sighs in content when you interlace your fingers with his.

for a moment, there's only the sound of breathing in the room. the camera and the audience is forgotten as the two of you catch your breath, basking in the afterglow.

jeonghan opens his eyes and looks at you, his hazy expression matching yours. he leans forward to kiss your softly, his hands running up your arms to cup your face.

"i think we should stop the stream", you smile, your hands lifting up to rest against his chest.

"yeah", he clears his throat, urging you to lift up, "hope you enjoyed this one, guys".

supportive comments fill up the chat as you rise and clumsily fall to the side, cum seeping out of you and on the bedsheet. you look up when jeonghan stops his movements, chuckling and shaking your head at how his eyes stay transfixed on your cunt.

"hannie", you smile sweetly as he snaps up his head with a questioning hum, "the stream?"

"right", his hand lifts up the wireless mouse and accompanying mousepad, "see you later, guys! hope you have a nice week".

he clicks the "stop" button and puts away the mouse, turning off the camera and shutting down the laptop before reaching his arms out to you. you oblige, giggling as you fall against his chest, your arms wrapping around his waist as he presses soft kisses on your hair.

"you good?", he pulls back and lifts your chin up.

"yeah, you?"

"i'm good", he kisses you one last time before getting up, the tattoo on his back flexing as he puts away the devices.

you start to count seconds.

ten. he's closing the tripod and reaching for its case.

twenty-three. he's taking the vibrator to the bathroom to clean it up. you close your eyes, but keep counting.

forty-one. he comes back and places a soft kiss on your cheek, smiling when you open one eye blearily to look at him.

forty-nine. he opens the nightstand drawer. you smile knowingly.

fifty-three. he slips the ornament on your finger.

"jeonghan", you tease, "you didn't even last a minute".

"and so what?", he pretends to not care, but you know better, "that's where it belongs".

you shake your head, lifting your hand to cup his cheek, smiling fondly when he leans into your touch instinctively, the emerald on your engagement ring shining against his skin.

✧ NCT/WayV Yangyang x reader ✧ words: ~800 ✧ genre: fluff ✧ warnings: suggestive ✧ prompts: kitchen counter make-outs + “i’ve had a terrible day at work so just kiss me” (from this list)

(requested)

Your shoulders ache and your back feels strained when you finally come home that night. You silently curse through gritted teeth when you accidentally drop your keys as you’re about to unlock the door, and picking them up to look for the right one a second time feels like it requires way too much effort. At last, the door opens and you can drop your bags and take off your shoes by the entrance, before scuffing right over to the living room. You let your body collapse down onto the sofa, and for a while you just sit there and stare at a wall, before your ears register the rustling noises coming from the kitchen.

“Babe?” you call out, and your boyfriend answers, albeit a bit delayed.

“Baby? You’re home?” Yangyang walks around the corner, ready to greet you with a bright smile, but once he sees the state you’re in, his expression shifts and he raises his eyebrows. “Did something happen?” You groan, not even wanting to talk about all the details that made this day so terrible.

“I had a bad day and I’m really exhausted,” you simply state, and a moment later you feel your boyfriend wrapping his arms around you from behind, squeezing you tight.

“My baby had a bad day?” he coos, snuggling up closer to you and pressing his nose and lips against your cheek. He faintly smells like vegetables and seasoning, and you’re wondering if he’s attempting to cook something for dinner. “Do you need some coffee?”

“At this hour??” you retort.

“There’s nothing a cup of coffee can’t solve,” Yangyang states as he gets up, letting go of you.

“It certainly can’t solve whatever just went down in the past hours…” you mutter.

“That bad?”

“Yeah.”

“But you didn’t get fired, right?” You ignore the concern in his voice and you let out a bitter laugh.

“I wish…”

“Well, let me at least make you some dinner then,” Yangyang proposes as he walks back to where he came from.

“Babe, you can’t cook…” you say, but you follow suit into the kitchen anyway. 

“I’m learning!” he argues, pointing at a recipe on his phone that he’s trying to follow and some half chopped up ingredients. 

“Sure…” You sigh and you hop up onto the free kitchen counter on the other side. 

“Babe…” he calls out to you as he walks over, resting his hands on your thighs and tilting his head to the left slightly. “You’re not supposed to sit on the kitchen counter while someone else is making food.” You’re speechless. You’re tired and in a bad mood overall, and he thinks now is the time to scold you for something like that. However, you don’t really have the energy left to fight, so instead you put your hands over his.

“Baby, please… I’ve had a terrible day at work so just kiss me.” The mischievous grin on his face disappears immediately, and after a second of processing the meaning behind your words he lifts one hand to put it behind your neck, pulling you closer.

“Okay,” you hear him mutter before closing the distance between the two of you, and when you feel his lips moving against yours you can finally relax a bit. He kisses you slowly at first, but when he pulls back and you both catch a glimpse of each other’s faces, you immediately connect your lips again, kissing each other more passionately now. Hungrily, he runs his tongue across your lower lip, and you permit him to deepen the kiss, while you throw your arms around his shoulders and you bury your fingers in his hair. Breathlessly, you part, and you find his gaze burning with desire for you behind half-lidded eyes. So you lean in again for another kiss, but soon his lips wander to your jaw and he leaves a trail of kisses down your neck. You sigh, enjoying the tingly sensations coursing through your body, and you hold him close as if to tell him not to stop. 

“Babe,” you mumble, and he comes back up to kiss you, before answering.

“Yeah?”

“I think you should cook a little later,” you say in between kisses. Knowing exactly what you’re trying to tell him, he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you off the counter and making you stand right in front of him. 

“Yeah,” he agrees, lips only parting from yours to speak. “I think it can wait.”

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the method || h.js

pairing: actor!joshua x actress!reader

summary: taking method acting to the next level

a/n: this was originally posted on my tom holland blog ( @wazzupmrstark )

warnings: swearing, smut (18+) additional warnings under the cut

word count: 4k

masterlist + ko-fi

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Bitchless [M] Pairing: Lee Chan x Fem!Reader Tags: 7.2k, Roommate!AU, Smut, Humor Summary: While stuck in quarantine, what starts as just a joke becomes some sort of twisted sexual hunger games between you and your dorky yet admittedly attractive roommate who’s deadset on proving you wrong. 

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content 18+, Minors DNI, suggestive throughout, language, loads of teasing/lowkey edging, kissing/making out, heavy petting, breast play, unprotected sex (mxf), a teensy bit of manhandling, not a hand kink persay - he’s using them…a lot. 

“I’m bored.”

It’s probably the thousandth time you’ve heard your roommate repeat this sentiment within the hour and you’re only four days into your mandatory two week quarantine. The likelihood of you strangling him was so high that you automatically shifted further away from him on the couch lest you suddenly drop your book and wrap your hands around his stupid neck to shake him silly. 

You reign in your irritation and refuse to look over at him, dangling upside down on the couch beside you, feet hanging over the back as if his mother had swatted him for it his whole life and now that he was an adult, he was indulging in all the dumb ways to sit on furniture without repercussion. You’d scold him but he paid for the couch himself so he can sit however he likes. 

Chan boldly reaches an arm out toward you and pokes your side, quickly retracting it as you gasp and then scowl at him. “We still have ten days to go and you’re already being annoying.”

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