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bang-bangtan-boys · 4 years

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so, in spite of my absence, I'm sorry for this to be one of the first posts after my months long dissapearance. I just wanted to contribute to the bringing of light towards Sulli, Hara, and Jonghyun-- who passed away a few years ago, while Sulli and Hara are as recent as this and last month.

Here's the thing about sexism and mistreatment of idols in Korea. While I love Korea and their culture and want to be as respectful as I possibly can be when making these statements and opinions, I believe social standards are completely unfair towards women. Men are seen as the more respected and loved people in Korea, while women are simply below them. Now, we all know feminism isn't everywhere so I'm not saying Korea is socially unjust because of its lack of equal gendered rights, but it's how they treat certain scenarios differently.

When Jonghyun decided to take his own life, I wasn't seeing any hate comments or "thank g*d he's gone." "Took him long enough." "He's just trying to get attention." anywhere. Now, obviously this isn't his fault. When his suicide note was allowed into the public, people were only sending hate towards the company he worked under. Not towards him (thankfully, of course, that he wasn't one of these victims to fall under the spiteful judgment of Netizens).

Meanwhile, when Sulli passed away, there were multiple threats aimed towards her and her family. Even though she went through the same media bashing as Jonghyun, she was getting beat down harder for it. Especially with that one account that kept posting about how they were happy Sulli commited suicide and how she was doing it for attention (Link of the video I found these tweets in : here )

Now, maybe it was because of different reasons right? Not simply just sexism. But with Goo Hara, an even worse scenario because of sexual harassment, I'm pretty sure Korea isn't taking the sexualization of female K-Idols that seriously.

While her ex had abused her, nobody would help (I read there was a tape somewhere that got posted onto a male website somewhere as well? and that instead of sending help, the people on the site just watched and moved on). Things like this should not be okay. In any country. We never know when the next death is, when another idol will be taken from us, from their families. We (especially those in charge with higher power than us) need to ensure everybody feels safe, and loved, and important. They shouldn't feel like they need to commit to something so drastic and permanent. Industries need to ensure the mental and physical safety of their idols.

To end this extremely long rant, I just want to apologize to the families of these idols, and to all the families of idols that have died or disappeared. I know it isn't my place, since I'm just a speck of dust in the wind in your lives. But these people meant a lot to a huge number of people.

Rest in peace;

Goo Hara has passed away

Another tragedy, another young life has been taken from us after a long struggle. You did your best, angel, and I hope wherever you are now, you have found something you have been searching for all this time.

Stop judging people or thinking you know them. Just support everyone as much as you can and this world will become a much better place, than it is now

Rest in peace

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bang-bangtan-boys · 5 years

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Go follow my Instagram _demxnbxy_

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OMG IVE BEEN SUGGESTED BY THE QUEEN IM FREAKING OUT ASKDJDGSVDJJDLK

baby, do you write bts x male reader?

sometimes gender-neutral, if you want solely sub!bts x maledom!reader i recommend @luvleelittlebird and @bang-bangtan-boys. and, as i recently found out, wattpad has a lot of male reader content in stock 👍

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As soon as she started sharing her own story, I was so disgusted that I couldn’t finish reading. Reblogging— not because I or someone I know is a rape victim— but because the awareness has to be spread.

Edit: I wouldn’t say I know this person well, but when I was checked into rehab, the girl that I shared a room with was raped by the man her mom was going to marry. Apparently they still tied the knot; and I remember her crying so hard when she told me that her mom didn’t care that she was raped.

When I was 13 years old and curious about sex and love, I asked my mom if she had had sex before marrying my father (of whom she is still married to, and has been since before I was born). She said that that wasn’t really a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ question. I said ‘sure it is, you’ve either had sex before him, or you haven’t’. She brought me onto the couch and sat me down and told me about the boy she liked when she was young and how one night she snuck into his house while his parents were gone and they were kissing and he said they should have sex and she said that she wanted to save sex for marriage and he laughed and basically took all her clothes off and he raped her and as my mom was telling the story she cried and this was the second time I had ever seen my mom cry. She was 12 when it happened.

In grade 8 I got a call from my friend in the middle of the night and she was drunk in the park crying and told me that she went out that night with some other friends and they drank a little and her guy “friend” starting flirting and yes she laughed at first but then he tried to pull her shirt over her head and she pulled away and he ripped her shirt and it was her favourite shirt and then he pushed her to her knees and HIS BEST FRIEND HELD HER JAW OPEN WHILE HE FACE FUCKED HER. And so I went to the park and picked her up and took her home and slept in her bed with her except we didn’t sleep because she just cried and her mouth bled and this was four years ago but I still have to be the one to bring her items to the till it the cashier is a man, and she still has anxiety attacks and she’ll get a rash all over her body and I just want to kill those boys but instead they are still walking around. And I’m in the bathroom with her, dabbing at her skin with a warm cloth until it returns to its regular colour.

And in grade 9 one of my closest friends was kinda seeing this boy and so they hung out one night and then she said that she really had to be getting back home and he said that she wasn’t going anywhere until she gave him what he wanted and he parked the car and took off her clothes and she said no and he ignored her and so she laid in the backseat totally limp and just cried and it wasn’t even sex, he just masterbated by using her body instead of his hand and she came to school the next day with vodka in her water bottle and she drank all day and I had to fight her to get the alcohol away from her and she just cried and threw up and I skipped class while I held her hair back and that same boy texted me a month later, asking if I ever wanted to hangout sometime.

And in that same year my very best friend who has never even kissed a boy, confessed to me that when she was 9 years old, her 12 year old cousin made her give him a hand job and he told her that was what cousins do and he gave her a chocolate bar afterwards and she told me that he probably doesn’t even remember it but that it’s something that she’ll never have the luxury of forgetting.

And in grade 10 I knew a girl who invited her best friend over to watch Disney movies and then he started to put his hands down her pants and she said no but she is 130lbs and he is 220lbs and he called her a tease while she tried to fight him but he used one hand to hold her down, and the other to put inside of her and i was the one to push her inside of a classroom and stand in front of her while calling the police when he showed up at our school looking for her and she was so damn scared.

And a few months later I skipped class and was in the car with a guy who i had had unprotected sex with in the past while under the influence of cocaine but this time I was sober and I insisted we use a condom but he told me he couldn’t feel anything while the condom was on so he ripped it off and I said I refused to have unprotected sex again and so he just grabbed me and forced himself into my mouth and I was crying and he pulled me onto him and I just came saying “stop” over and over like a broken record but he must’ve heard something different because he went until he came and I just sat naked in the backseat while he drove me back to the school and said “we should do this again sometime”. And I had five showers that night and I scratched at my skin so hard to try and rip his fingerprints off of me, I still have the scars.

And I found out soon afterwards that that same guy had raped a classmate of mine, 5 months earlier and she told me about how he brought her McDonald’s first, and how he said they could take things slow and she told me about how he didn’t listen to her either. And he goes to our school and so after she told me about her incident and I told her about mine, we decided to report it to the police and the trial is currently still going on and he told people about it, except in his version we are just “asking for attention” and all his friends talk about how bad they feel for him. As if HE is the one that still wakes up screaming. As if HE felt like his skin no longer was beautiful, no longer belonged to him. And I held her in my arms as she bawled after giving the police her statement. And she did the same for me.

And I met a woman a year ago in a paint store and she had a service dog and I asked what the dog was for and it turns out that she had been so brutally raped and abused in her life, that the dog is literally trained to keep men away from her.

And I’m so FUCKING SICK AND TIRED OF THIS WORLD WE ARE LIVING IN. How many rape victims eyes have I already looked into? How many more will I? And how many more friends will I hold while they shake? Because I don’t know how many more I can take. And who the fuck still has the nerve to make rape jokes? And… Something just has to change. Please, someone just start being that change.

-16 year old girl

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bang-bangtan-boys · 5 years

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jungkook: someone we know is possessed by an owl

seokjin: who?

jungkook: narrows eyes

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Lowkey wanna write some stuff width the boyz so ask away ^.^

Headcanon Game - A to Z (NSFW)

Hey guys! I thought I’d so something fun this weekend, so I did my best to sexualize the alphabet and turn it into a headcanon game!

So here’s how it works. You send me a character (or a few), and the corresponding letters that you want me to answer for them!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual) G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) L = Location (Favourite places to do the do) M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I’ll have this running all weekend, so feel free to drop by!

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bang-bangtan-boys · 5 years

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[we all lie.mp3]

+ the Biggest Liar of them all:

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In The Late Of Night

{Taehyung x M!Reader}

Warnings: nsfw at the end

Request/Summary: hm I’d like one with v where he gets really upset cause he misses you.. ends up calling and you have to go and see him, maybe ends in some lite smut if possible ( @yzngserpent )

I accidentally made it somewhat fluffy near the end oops—

also the both of you are still in school. it’s like a high school au, but in college and BTS still exists. let’s pretend it’s like an after-school band thing and they’ve just been signed by bighit okay? so maybe the both of you are around 20-21… ok? taehyung is older by a year, so imagine whatever you’d like. i just miss skinny baby-boy BTS tbh (TT)

*for once it’s edited lmao*

You sat alone in the cold bedroom, typing away on your computer to finish up your school work that was due tomorrow. Biting your lip, you tried to focus on your paper, but it was hard to do with the constant Snapchat text-sounds that you were recieving. It was 11 o’clock at night, what was Taehyung still doing up?! You had an excuse— you were finishing homework. But Taehyung had practice early tomorrow so he should be getting rest. Sighing, you reluctantly peeled your eyes off the computer screen and readjusted your sight to the screen of your phone. Opening up Snapchat, you saw Taehyung had sent you almost 20 messages, and it didn’t look like he was going to stop anytime soon.

CutieTae♡

Jagiiii

[M/NNNN]

OMG ANSWER ME FFS—

CutieTae♡ sent a snap!

You sighed, finding Taehyung’s clingy-ness rather annoying at this time of hour. You were tired; couldn’t he understand that? Deciding to feed Taehyung some of the attention he so desperately craved, you opened the snap. Almost immediately after opening it, you regretted it.

TaeTae’s[M/N]

Taehyung!!

It’s 11.03, go tf to sleep!

CutieTae♡ sent a snap!

TaeTae’s[M/N]

And stop sending me ass pics

Go to sleep for Christ’s sake

I have a paper due tomorrow, I need to focus on finishing that

CutieTae♡

But I’ve been waiting all day!

I miss you!

I haven’t seen you for a week

[M/N]ie

Pleaseee

TaeTae’s[M/N]

Maybe tomorrow night, Tae

Right now I’m too tired to add 2+2

And don’t you have practice tomorrow?

I don’t wanna make you sore…

CutieTae♡

I don’t care

The other members probably won’t mind either

They might let me off the hook

CutieTae♡ is calling…

You sighed, not really sure if you should pick up or not. On one hand, talking with Taehyung could ease the growing insanity known as college-struggles. On the other, it could lead you to make poor decisions; Taehyung always seemed to get his way no matter what.

“Taehyung-ah, you need to sleep,” you were first to speak up, not even saying ‘hi’.

“Wow, I missed you too,” Taehyung sassed, and you could sense him pouting, “Does [M/N] not love me anymore?”

“No, Taehyung, it’s not anything like that. I’m just—“

“Not even calling me Hyungie or jagiya? Ahh, [M/N] really doesn’t love me anymore!” Taehyung began to use a slight baby voice, trying to be cute and wrap you around his finger.

“Tae, please dont make this any more difficult that it has to be,” you sighed, rubbing the bridge of your nose.

“What do you mean? I just want you to acknowledge me as your boyfriend, not some item you seem to be bored of!” Taehyung said, rather loud. Didn’t he realize he had a sleeping roommate next to him?

“TaeTae, isn’t Hoseok-hyung sleeping next to you? Isn’t the noise you’re making bothering him?”

Taehyung scoffed, sounding genuinely upset, “So what I’m hearing is that my problems are just noise to you? I miss you, [M/N]! It’s been forever since we’ve seen each other in person, and now is a good opportunity for us to meet up.” On the other end of the line, Taehyung had sat up from his position on the bed, beginning to sound annoyed, “And, for the record, no; Hoseok-hyung isnt in the room with me. He, Yoongi, and Namjoon are busy working on some rap lines for our new song. He said he wouldn’t come back so you and I could have some privacy to spend time together, but it seems like I can just call him back over here since you obviously can’t find time for me…”

You hear a slight sniffle on the Taehyung’s end and sighed, disappointed in yourself that you made him cry.

“Taehyungie-” you tried, but he cut you off. “Am I not good enough anymore? Am i boring? It’s because I gained 4 pounds, isn’t it?!”

“No, Hyung, that’s not it—“

“I’m not attractive anymore, huh?!”

“Tae, no, that’s not it either—“

“If you want me to lose weight, I can! If it’s my sounds i make during sex, I can change them!” You sighed through your nose, feeling guilty and agitated at the same time. “Taehyung listen to me, the way you are during sex isn’t bad. I dont care about your weight. Everything about you is fine, I just have this paper to finish up and—“

“It’s okay,” Taehyung said quietly, bitterness laced in his tone of voice, “I’ll call Hoseok-hyung and tell him you aren’t coming...”

Taehyung ended the call suddenly, not even saying goodbye. You knew you had struck a nerve there; Taehyung always wished you a good day or night and made up multiple excuses so you guys could continue your call. He always said goodbye. Sighing, you stared at the phone screen for a while longer, contemplating whether or not you should call him and try to make things better. You glanced at the time; it was almost 12 o’clock. You set your phone face down, turning back to your computer reluctantly.

You spent about 5 minutes typing, but could only type out one sentence before throwing your hands up in defeat. The thought of an unhappy Taehyung kept nagging at you, and eventually you stood up and got dressed to go to BigHit Studios to visit him. You left the small apartment without even brushing your hair, wrapping the jacket you randomly picked out around your body tightly.

You knocked desperately at the door, knowing very well at least Jungkook was up; Jungkook was probably playing games on the computer. Hell, maybe even Namjoon would be up, just for the hell of it.

Instead, Jimin opened the door, having to look up as soon as his eyes made contact with your chest— since that was your guys’ height difference. He smiled at you, “Oh! Hey [M/N]! How have you been?”

“Great, umm… actually, I came to see Taehyung,” you dropped your voice to a whisper, “We got into an argument.”

Jimin opened his mouth, letting out an ‘ahhh’ in understanding, “In that case, he’s in Jin’s room. He seemed rather upset…” He shrugged, figuring it made sense now.

“Thank you,” you gently pushed past him, and Jimin watched your retreating figure for a bit before closing the door and moving to his previous spot on the couch. You made your way to Seokjin’s room, knocking three impatient times before Worldwide Handsome himself answered. The door wasn’t fully opened, as if he had been expecting you, as he stood in the small crack that barely accommodated the span of his shoulders.

“Can I help you?” He asked, somewhat sarcastically.

“Don’t play dumb with me, I know he’s in there.”

Jin sighed, looking inside, as if he needed confirmation, before opening the door fully for you to enter. There was Taehyung, laying on Jins bed as he was curled into a little comfort burrito. You had to suppress a snort at his state— entire body engulfed in a warm blanket with his face squooshed through the small opening.

“Why are you here??”

“Hm? But I thought you wanted me here?”

“I’ll leave,” Jin says, closing the door behind him so you two could have your privacy.

“I did, but not anymore” Taehyung said, “Now I don’t feel like seeing you.”

His voice is softer the second time he speaks, like hearing his own hurtful words made him upset as well. “Hyungie,” you start, “I had a school project to finish, its due tomorrow— well, today…” You check the time; 12.44AM.

“I know, I know,” Taehyung says, “I shouldn’t bother you with it… I know…” He sounds close to crying. You sigh through your nose, “Baby, it’s not like that… you weren’t bothering me…” Taehyung stays silent, not meeting your gaze, “You really weren’t…” you tried to reassure him.

Sighing once again, you move to rest your head on what you assumed was his arm, wrapping your arms around the baby-blue-burrito-hooman you called your boyfriend, “I couldn’t finish my essay; I came here ‘cause I thought I could finish it before class and convince Mr. Han to let me print in-class… I’m yours the whole night,” you tried to give your best forced smile, wanting to look genuine and comforting, but it wasn’t like there was a mirror near you (surprisingly, Jin only had two— a full length and a dresser mirror…).

Taehyung still says nothing and you huff, “Hyungie… I walked all the way over here!” You whined, moving to let Taehyung lay on his back so you could hover over his hips. He pouted, “[M/N], get off…” You shook your head, moving to unwrap Taehyung from Jin’s blanket. You undid it gently so now his body was shown to you— a light grey T-Shirt with cute shorts that went down to his thighs. Mmmh, his thighs…

You shook your thoughts out of your head, moving to sit on top of your precious Hyungie as you smiled up at him, “Now that the boundaries have been disarmed, can we fuck?” Taehyung nearly choked on his breath, “You sent me all those pictures— I saved them all and now I’m horny.”

“[M-M/N], I—“

“No, I’m gonna make it up to you,” you said, moving your hands up the male’s shirt to softly caress his hips, going higher and gently feeling each rib through his skin. Taehyung squirmed a bit, red spreading across his face like jam; the feeling tickled him. Your hands eventually reached his nipples and brushed over them, watching as they perked to life under your fingers. Taehyung let out a soft breath, eyes closing as he bit his lip. You smirked; was he trying to conceal his sounds? Was this his way to get back at you?

Your hands eventually left Taehyung’s chest and moved to his hips again, slowly trailing to his V-line, and eventually— finally— you pushed Taehyungs shorts down enough to expose his grey boxers. You huffed; had he changed out of his lacy lingerie after your little argument? You wondered what that must have been like for him— the intent of impressing you when all you did was ignore him. You cocked a brow at him, ignoring those thoughts since— by the look on his face— it seemed to make him rethink and regret his actions… somewhat, “It’s wet?”

You sounded more like you were stating it, but there was a small raise to your voice to make it qualify as a question. Taehyung moved to cross his legs, only being able to touch his knees together. Your hand hovered above his warm crotch, barely grazing it with the tips of your fingers before you planted them softly on the surface, not pressing down. Taehyung bit his lip again, a soft whine pushing through his teeth as he arched his back.

Taehyung tried bucking up against you, but your other hand was quick to hold him down, pushing his hip against the mattress. Your thumb traced the top of Taehyung’s erection, moving to the waistline of his underwear (where the tip of his length began to poke out) before pulling it down, setting him free.

Your palm made contact with Taehyung’s member, slowly wrapping your hand around it before pumping slowly, gripping tightly. Taehyung let out a small, broken yelp, back arching even more off the bed. Your hand was squeezed so tightly around him, but going so slow. It was pathetic how much he tried to thrust into you, your other hand trying its best to pin his waist and keep him at bay.

Suddenly, Taehyung used as much force as possible to turn you over, moving on top of you so your cocks were pressing against each other. He then rapidly began to rut against your clothed crotch, moaning loudly as tears pooled in his eyes. “H-Hyung—“ you called out, startled by the sudden neediness Taehyung displayed. He moaned out— soft, this time; unlike the previous ones, which were long and dragged.

“I was so needy earlier,” Taehyung admitted, “But you were so busy… I- ahh- I’m sorry I might make you get a bad grade…” Tears fell from his eyes, “I should’ve left you alone like you asked… I’m a bad b-boyfriend…”

You watched as Taehyung cried silently as he ground against you leg, members brushing against each other as if, they too, missed each other’s feeling.

You sat up, kissing Taehyung’s neck while he wrapped his arms around you, hands running through your hair before staying in place, tugging it every so often as he cradled his forehead against your shoulder. “Baby,” you said, trying your best to suppress your moans so you could speak clearly, “You aren’t a bad boyfriend. You just- hnh- needed me really bad… I ignored you; I’m the bad boyfriend.”

“[M/N]~”

“Taehyungie~”

You both moaned out, Taehyung’s cum splattering across your chests while yours made itself apparent by staining your jeans. You panted in time with Taehyung, making eye contact before Taehyung hugged you, burying himself in the crook of your neck. You were stunned for a bit, before wrapping your arms around him and leaning against him to counter his weight against you.

You opened your mouth to speak, opting to ask if Taehyung wanted to move to his room and talk things out, maybe even so you could apologize more, but Jungkook beat you to it.

“Hey, Taehyungah, [M/N]ah,” Jungkook spoke through the closed door before opening it, eyes too focused on the back of a video game cover— reading the summary to himself— while talking to notice your guys’ position, “I just got this new game; feel like playing a three playe-aH OH MY GOD, IM SO SORRY!”

Jungkook slammed the door, and Taehyung tried covering himself with the blanket before Jungkook saw anything. Too late, Jungkook had seen enough. He stood outside the door, still apologizing, “Jimin said you guys were in here talking things out and that a new game would be perfect to try and fix things but I didn’t know you guys were busy—“ he dragged on.

You laughed while Taehyung cried to himself. “Hey, I’m still down for a threesome!”

“[M/N]!”

“I meant the game, Kookie. I have my own joystick right here!” You said, referring to Taehyung, whose pants were now pulled up all the way. Taehyung blushes and hugged a pillow to his chest and face. Jungkook sputtered, trying to find something to say before whining and running off, “Jiiin!! Taehyung and [M/N] are making porn in your room!!”

“Yah!! You kids get out and do it in your room! My sheets better not have any cum in it— or else!!”

“Yes hyung!” You and Taehyung said together.

This ended up being about 7-8 pages on GoogleDocs, depending on whether or not you wanna add the A/N’s and request

#taehyung x male reader #bts mlm imagine #bts imagine #v x male reader #bbts x male reader #request

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