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hello!!! i'm not putting my user cause i wanna be mysterious as ghetto as it sounds, but you might be able to guess who i am... i just wanted to say thank you so much for liking/reblogging my posts! i am so grateful for it and i really do aspire to have such great writing like you! i love you so much, stay healthy!!

EXCUSE ME⁉️⁉️ GREAT WRITING ⁉️ im gonna cry omg

ugh i rlly wanna know who this is but i’m happy you’ve noticed my support <3

I LOVE YOU TOO BAE OML <33

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INCOMING WIP 🫢

y’all aren’t ready for this one 😈😈

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ahhh hiii !! i love love love seeing new writers pop up 👀 i hope you find posting on here as rewarding as i do and i can’t wait to see what you come up with <333

hello hello!

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i'm new on this app and i wanna start posting :) i want to focus mainly on skz since they are my ults but i'm also open to other groups!

please let me know what kind of content you want me to put out since i am a bit overwhelmed with the amount of opportunities there are

a little something about myself:

my name is daisy and i'm a '04 liner, i am obsessed with fashion and art and of course music, my bias in skz is hyunjin, i am a very sensitive person but also very cheerful and bright, i always love to chat :)

i hope i can make some friends on here and enjoy my time

#snowyquokka recs #skz #stray kids

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70 IN LESS THAN 10 DAYS ?!!?!?????

YOU’RE CRAZY. YOU’RE CRAZY AND FEEDING INTO MY DELUSIONS AND I LOVE IT

ALMOST AT 1000- THAT’S SO MANY PPL OH EM GEE

im actually going to cry THERES NO WAY OVER 900 PEOPLE LIKE MY WRITING 😭😭 thank you so so much this is bringing me so much joy (i enjoy validation) <333 i don’t deserve it i love you

#snowyquokka #i screamed #i cried #i threw up

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QUICK - give me a nickname jeongin would give fem bff!reader

pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease

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OHMYGOD IM SCREAMING THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD

𝐂𝐫𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 ♡ 𝐃𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 ₊⊹

CRY BABY .♡⊹ (( bang chan)) mdni

Chapters:

1: cry baby ((wc: 4.1k))

2: dollhouse ((wc: 3k))

ONE: cry baby.

you're all on your own and you lost all your friends, you told yourself that it's not you, it's them ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

It didn't matter how long the journey had been; when it came to reaching his hometown, fatigue and jet lag ceased to exist for Chris once his body felt the air of Australia. He had arrived at a wonderful time, with time to arrange things in his new home and visit his girlfriend.

Chris picked up his phone and sent a text to his girlfriend letting her know he had arrived and that he'd pick her up after work. There were still a couple of hours left, so he decided to order a taxi to take him to his new home. He had planned his stay in Sydney carefully and thoughtfully, considering every angle. It favored him quite a bit; his girlfriend of two and a half years lived here, he could continue working from the comfort of home, and he could pick up extra jobs that he didn't completely dislike. Indeed, for Chris, working hard and keeping his mind occupied was always better.

Everything was going quite perfectly that he couldn't help but smile. He bought his dream house a couple of months ago and had since begun his official move, moving his entire life from Seoul to Sydney. Returning, for him, was something he hadn't expected. He found it almost funny that after all his effort, he returned to where it all began, where everything started as a simple dream. But all his sacrifice had yielded excellent results since he had a steady job and stability, doing what he loved most, writing and producing music. When he announced he had to leave, his colleagues almost tried to stop him. He was quite successful and famous as a producer, but they understood that he could continue working, just not in that distant country anymore.

Chris looked at the beautiful landscapes the city offered through the taxi window. He was so excited that once he spent the afternoon with his partner, he would consider immediately go to visit his family. A long day awaited him, but he knew it would be worth it.

Buying a house in a neighborhood like this, spectacular in every aspect, suitable for childless couples, professionals, and simply for families, whose children rarely went out to play and make noise, and for retired elderly people living alone, was just what he needed, a large space just for him, even though it wasn't part of his plan; but suddenly a change in his life and routine sounded so good. Chris didn't know exactly why a house and not an apartment, to start with, as he had in Seoul; not even his own father understood it, Chris just excused himself saying he needed to own a more spacious place where noise could easily be canceled out, for the construction of his own recording studio... but inside him, perhaps there was a certain instinct that he wanted to start a family soon, he knew exactly that this wasn't his girlfriend's idea, not even as a joke, but maybe, just maybe, there was a tiny feeling like that in him.

Once entering the neighborhood, he felt the warmth of living in Australia again despite it being a slightly cool afternoon with the sun hiding behind the clouds. He never thought he would come to this place; he always believed he would live in Seoul for the rest of his life; he was so excited to start a new life but still leaving aside illusions, if something went wrong, he knew he could flee to Korea whenever he wanted... but he wasn't like that, he was never the type of guy who just run away. In fact, he thought that he left Sydney to pursue a dream, never by choice; it would be a lie to say he didn't like Seoul since it was his home for a long time... but once he could see the green grass, the well-kept roses of the people, he realized he had disconnected a bit and had lived in the noisy city long enough. This was what pleased him the most, nature, and if he wanted more buildings and noise, the city center wasn't far from his new address.

He stood there for a few seconds admiring the facade of his new home and noticed a teenage boy entering the house next door, they must be the neighbors, he thought. When he was initially given a tour of the house, as he stepped out onto the sidewalk, a woman welcomed him, told him her name but Chris didn't remember it, she mentioned that she lived with her family and other things like how much they had started to remodel and modernize that house. Still, he felt strangely safe, the distances between the houses were large enough to provide privacy, to his right was that family he supposed consisted of the teenager, and to his left was an older widow, or at least that's what the real estate agent told him.

He sighed in frustration at the sight of the pile of boxes scattered around and thought that he didn't have enough time, but fortunately, he was always prepared and a step ahead, so the interior designer would come tomorrow with her team to help her move stuff. He had to prepare as soon as possible for the start of his new job in the morning, as a professor at the university. He would teach two subjects related to music at different levels, and a few courses about Asian culture. He was nervous, but he had become a teacher in his spare time, and he felt quite prepared for whatever he might face.

He was hesitating whether to take a nap or move a few things in case Leah, his girlfriend, wanted to come; Chris ran his hand through his hair, thinking, so he opted for the second option; he cleared the living room area, tidied up, cleaned a few things, took a shower, and without thinking twice, it was time to pick up Leah.

He took the keys to his new car, really taking seriously the idea of living in Sydney and being well prepared. Ready to have a new life. He felt tense when he realized that he would be driving in Australia again and that the steering wheel was on the right side, unlike his old home where he had obtained his license from a very young age. Still, he set his GPS and left; this time, as he passed by the house next door, he now noticed it was a girl entering the house.

When he finally picked up his girlfriend, the sky was completely dark, and he noticed how tired she looked; Chris felt slightly bad and reproached himself for not thinking earlier and not bringing her a small romantic gesture of welcome, even though he was the one who had just arrived. They hadn't seen each other for a long month, he missed his girlfriend so much that it almost physically hurt not to be with her. A few seconds later, Leah's expression softened, and her serious demeanor turned into a warm smile.

—Channie —she called him affectionately by his Korean nickname, almost in a sigh, and extended her arms.

Finally, they hugged for just the right amount of time and exchanged a tender kiss. He had met her almost three years ago in Seoul; she worked in advertising for a magazine and was somewhat related to the entertainment world, so her social circle was so similar to Chris's; like him, Leah had grown up in Australia with Korean parents, the only difference being that she did have her whole life back in Oceania; still, he was captivated by her at that party, she was only two years younger than him, Leah at that time was just a beginner still in college on a trip in Seoul with her other circle of friends, and he was a recent graduate with a special gift. Despite the differences, they decided to give it a try, leading them to a long-distance relationship for just over two years, but it didn't matter now, at least not anymore for him; right now, he was with her, and he could have her whenever he wanted.

Chris, or Chan to her, caressed his girlfriend's face as he gave her a gentle kiss, breathing in her perfume one last time before pulling away and lowering his hand to her bare thigh with a smile.

—Do you want to go out to eat? Should we go somewhere...? —he spoke.

—Mm, let's order food and you can show me your house.

—It's still a bit of a mess —he warned.

Chris let out a small laugh and did exactly as Leah had suggested. She had been inside the house before, but she was always surprised at how well laid out it was in terms of space and design. He found her reaction endearing and with a smile on his face, he thought about how all of this might one day belong to her too. They both headed to eat at the small and only nightstand table in his TV room; some larger items were arriving tomorrow, so for now, that was what they could improvise with. As they ate, Leah kept talking about how stuff should be arranged to create harmony and coherence in the house. Chris listened attentively and lovingly; they talked about their respective jobs and what awaited them.

After sitting in silence and letting the food settle for a while, Leah spoke.

—Is your room upstairs...

Chris turned to look at her; not seeing her for a long time suddenly had a quick effect on him, and from one second to the next, he found her ten times more attractive.

—Yeah, do you want to give it your approval? —he replied playfully, hoping this would lead to something else.

Chris looked at her profile for a few seconds before she turned and gave him a teasing smile in response. He examined her, from her smooth, slightly upturned nose and her legs barely exposed by the skirt, to her shiny, loose silk blouse. Suddenly, every detail of her drove him crazy and made him feel like a hormonal teenager. He wanted to fuck her right there, right now.

He felt that her mischievous smile and soft gaze were enough signals for him, so he dangerously leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. He started slow and passionate, his right hand traveling up to the hem of her skirt, playing with the thin seam, unsure whether to slide his hand gently between her thighs or do it quickly in one swift motion, while the other hand firmly held her waist. Chris was gradually losing himself, his tongue slipping in, giving her a bolder, dirtier kiss; however, after a torturous session of just wet and hot kisses, Leah squirmed out of his grasp and pulled away from him slowly.

Chris looked confused, but his girlfriend's expression only worried him. With her pink, swollen lips, Leah suddenly seemed shy, with her eyes cast down. In seconds, Chris realized that maybe it was just something she didn't feel like doing right now, and he respected that... but it still seemed quite strange to him. Had she pushed him away? Since when did she reject him? Every time they saw each other, because of their painful long-distance relationship, the most intense and pleasurable sex awaited them.

Chris wanted to believe that maybe it wasn't the best situation for her, tired in her work clothes after a long day.

—It's a bit late... and we both have to work tomorrow —she said, raising her gaze and captivating Chris's gaze—. You'll do great, love —she smiled.

He knew her so well, he didn't understand why she suddenly gave him an awkward smile pretending to be kind... Had something bothered her, and he had no idea? He wanted to ask her so many things, but Leah stood up from her position on the floor and grabbed her bag.

—I really need to rest, and it's getting late. See you tomorrow? —she interrupted.

Chris quickly got up and gently took her waist.

—Of course, I'll drive you home.

As they got into the car, Chris looked at the completely quiet street, with no noise, the houses perfectly illuminated, there was no one outside except for the two of them and the mysterious girl next door coming out of her house with the cold wind blowing her hair.

During the drive, Leah became herself again, outgoing and energetic. She told her boyfriend how they should spend the short break he had as teachers in September; he just thought about how grateful he was to have a sweet moment with her and looked at her with tenderness when the traffic lights indicated he should stop... yet, he was a little hurt, deep down, slightly bruising his pride as a man that he didn't get any physical intimacy from his girlfriend that night... he had waited so long, he thought he could reward her, and when his house is no longer a mess, he would make sure to satisfy her and shower her with gifts.

—I'll see you tomorrow, Chan —she leaned in, giving him a quick goodbye kiss—. Call me.

Again, for the third time that day, she felt strange to him. It was obvious she wouldn't be the same young woman she used to be, capable of throwing a party every time they saw each other... but he felt there was something about her that she had to tell him as soon as possible, or he would go crazy. It wasn't surprising, Chris was an intense guy.

Once he returned home, he threw the keys with fury... he had tried to keep his sanity, but the more he overthought it on the way back home, the less sense it made to him. She didn't anger him, never could he be angry with her, it just, maybe, he thought, it was about him.

He went up to his room, in one swift movement he took off his shirt, feeling the cold air seeping through the small opening in his window. He checked the time on his phone, 11:43 p.m., he needed to rest, to take a shower in the morning and start his day... but he could only think about the romantic date options he could do on a simple Monday.

As he took a few steps towards his bed, approaching it, he noticed through his window how a faint, warm light, not so noticeable, managed to penetrate into his dark room. He turned his body and cursed for not remembering to put up curtains before; for a moment, he felt sorry for not realizing that significant detail, he was so used to the large windows in his old apartment in Seoul restricting the view. It was obvious that there was another room, right next to his.

Chris didn't want to pay attention, but catching the subtle silhouette of a girl sitting by his window captivated him inconsistently. She was wearing a thin white tank top despite the cold weather. He thought about how warm her room looked while giving it a quick inspection. The girl had her face buried in her naked knees, and her loose hair covered her face; her arms embraced her legs. Suddenly, she pushed her hair behind her ears, revealing just her profile. Yet it wasn't hard for Chris to see that she was crying. Her cheek was shining, wet, and he could see the small tears sliding down.

The girl by the window began to sob, causing her back and chest to contract. Chris suddenly didn't want to watch; he felt like he was invading her privacy and pain. But somehow, he couldn't stop watching her; he was so dismayed, but he was more bothered by the fact that he couldn't take his eyes off her.

He had no idea how long he had been watching her... but somehow, deep down, he thought, in the most hidden part of himself, that she looked strangely beautiful crying. The large rectangular window frame captured that girl with glowing cheeks and slightly messy hair, crying in what seemed to be a corner with books and a seat by the window.

The girl by the window closed her eyes tightly and slowly lay down, facing away from Chris's window, ending the performance completely. Finally, he reacted; she was still sobbing, her back moving uncontrollably, but it was harder to see her now.

Chris didn't know what had come over him; he almost felt annoyed that his neighbor didn't put up her own curtains. He could see everything, from his bed, which was positioned so that it faced his room directly, to his posters on the wall, to her backpack thrown on the floor.

Chris sighed and tried not to worry about his neighbor anymore. He wanted to think it was just a young girl in the age of broken hearts and not something deeper... but she was crying with such emotion that it made his head spin. He puffed his cheeks, letting out a sigh, and, retreating to the window, he took off his pants, slipping into his sheets, making sure she wouldn't accidentally turn and see him. Unlike her room, his bed was positioned sideways, his front door facing his bed, and her room's door was on the right side of the bed. Somehow, he felt like her room was more exposed, so he would have to move to avoid causing her any discomfort.

At dawn, the light bothered him, and he prayed that the girl had her curtains closed. Otherwise, he would have to get up semi-naked, and if she saw him, she might think he was a pervert. And just for his luck, some pretty white lace curtains covered her window; Chris was able to leave freely and go to wash up, taking his clothes with just a towel covering his lower half and changing in another room.

Chris looked at himself in the mirror, wondering if his outfit was appropriate: formal pants with a black button-up shirt. He wanted to think it was the best option for winter. He adjusted his dark hair before heading downstairs for breakfast, tired of boxes everywhere; he hoped everything would be in order between today and tomorrow for a better rest.

As he left, driving his car towards the university, he saw her again, walking down the sidewalk in the same direction as him; the famous girl who had been crying by her window, his neighbor, wearing blue jeans, white ankle boots, and a thin pale pink sweater. He saw her so fleetingly that he only saw her profile once again and noticed her backpack slung across her body.

And then she saw him too, just in a quick glance, driving his car, dressed all in black. She hadn't seen him completely, they hadn't even introduced themselves, but her mother confirmed it, he's a very handsome young man, he lives alone, and he bought the property outright, he must have a lot of money. His name is Christopher.

She had seen him at least twice, an embarrassing encounter in the morning when she tried to open her curtains just before leaving home, as she always did, but found his broad back naked, wearing only a towel while holding his clothes; Celeste immediately slid the curtain with embarrassment and just left her room. She hated to admit her mother was right, but the short two seconds she saw of his build weren't bad at all. And the second timewas just moments ago as she headed to the university.

So that's her new neighbor, a man who emerged out of nowhere, bought that modernized house that had been empty for so long. She was so used to there being no one next to her room, now she had to be careful of walking around wearing with what she’s comfortable with.

Celeste took a couple of buses and one more subway line to reach her campus, where the first classes went by normally, and it wasn’t until brunch when the only person she talked to approached her.

—Celeste —he said to her.

She looked up from her food, observed him, gave him a smile, and invited him to sit with her gaze.

—I heard we’re finally getting a music teacher —he said again.

—Wow, it’s about time, it’s been a week —she replied.

The guy smiled at Celeste and took one of her fries.

—There’s going to be an art exhibition, you should come —he suggested.

—When? —she asked.

—Friday at 7.

Celeste raised her eyes, thinking if she had to work that day and concluded that if she asked for the day off they’d give it to her since she worked a week with no days off, she could perfectly go see Hyunjin’s exhibition.

It wasn’t new for Celeste to be somewhat… strange. She didn’t know how to explain it, but little by little, she distanced herself from all the people she once spoke comfortably with, and surprisingly, the handsome exchange student was the only one who talked to her. He was two years older than her and was studying visual arts, yet he decided to take music courses, and that’s where they met.

—I’ll be there —Celeste replied, checking the time on her phone—. We still have about 20 minutes ‘till class —she added.

Hyunjin smiled at her; he was quite handsome and popular, so a part of Celeste wants to feel human and like him like most do, if she paid proper attention to him... she could develop feelings for him, she hated the feeling part, and that feelings lead her to false illusions but she felt that in her dull life she needed to at least, have a little crush on someone. Maybe that would help distract her.

Falling in love was something Celeste didn't know, something that was out of her hands and even something she thinks is out of her reach. It's not that she doesn't want to have attention and affection... she just gave up and decided to think that maybe life is lonely for her. Her last intimate encounter and affection for a man was when she was 13 years old at a birthday party when she was dared to kiss someone, that was her last and first kiss. The rest of her years she lived normally without the opportunity of a prospect and love... that was one of the last things she thought and cried about, truly. Love.

The depression and anxiety was diminishing her libido and she remembers that maybe the last time she masturbated out of boredom was a year ago.

But Hyunjin... Celeste thought about whether she should like him, whether she should bring excitement into her life for the first time in twenty years.

She was an interesting and pretty girl, shy, but lonely, she isolated herself too much and lived absorbing the pain and problems of her surroundings; her issue was that she felt too much that sometimes she would go into a kind of self-control, on automatic, off without feeling anything, until she overloaded herself and exploded, it was always the same with her and she felt pathetic that she could never change. Her behavior led her to pull away from everyone... wondering why they didn't come back to her, maybe it's them, not me, she thought constantly.

Celeste watched Hyunjin closely as they talked for 10 minutes and the next 10 they used it to walk to the classroom. She was quite observant and took it upon herself to memorize every detail about him, his full lips, his eyelids hiding in his sharp brown eyes, the almost invisible mole under his eye, thick dark eyebrows, long hair and big hands, come on Celeste, feel something, she thought.

She wanted to bang her head against the wall, only then did she think she would come to her senses to feel something for someone as attractive as Hyunjin, besides he was an artist and the only person nice to her... she felt like a heartless bitch.

Arriving at the classroom, Hyunjin and Celeste sat together and the teacher was already inside as well. She spotted his silhouette as she passed, but saw him completely once again looked up at him... suddenly he seemed so similar, those broad shoulders and all black clothes, she shouldn't have been excited, but something small grew inside her, perhaps the intrigue that maybe her teacher is also her new neighbor? Suddenly the big city she always grew up in seemed small to her with such a coincidence.

Celeste was at least ninety percent sure it was him, she watched him a minute longer and as she felt their gazes cross, she turned to Hyunjin, embarrassed. Class started two minutes later and he finally introduced himself.

—I am Christopher Bang. Sorry for the delay of the subject by a week.

TWO: dollhouse.

places, places, get in your places, throw on your dress and put on your doll faces. everyone thinks that we're perfect, please don't let them look through the curtains ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

Celeste had lived in that house her whole life. It was only when she turned 18 and graduated that she managed to leave for a year and breathe… but due to economic reasons, she had to return. It's not that she wasn't grateful… she just needed a break from what her family could sometimes be.

Her father was an accountant who worked hard to provide his children with a home in what was considered one of the best neighborhoods in the city. At least she agreed that he did the right thing in that regard. However, he was insolent, dishonest, and unfaithful. She discovered her father's infidelity when she was only eleven years old, one June night when her father probably thought the house was completely empty since her mother usually took them —her younger brother and her— to visit their aunt… but that day was different, one of those when Celeste's puberty rebellion hit, and she refused to go with them. So, she wanted to stay in her room… until she saw them, him and his lover entering the house. She was so surprised, scared, and overwhelmed with emotions that she didn't know what to do, so she pretended not to be there. Overnight, her innocence was gone in an unpleasant way.

She couldn't live with the guilt, so a year later, she confessed it to her mother. Celeste already knew the gravity of the situation by then and had considered a million options that could happen: her mother going crazy, even blaming her daughter for not telling her, or a calm and depressive reaction… but in all scenarios, Celeste maturely considered divorce as a good option. She felt that she was no longer a child, she could live with it; after all, she had discovered that her father was not a good person and that her mother could take care of them. The only concern of poor twelve-year-old Celeste was her younger brother, who at the age of eight, for them, everything seemed like a fairytale, and having both parents was part of their fantasy world. She hated that she cared and loved him… but she was sure that the little one could overcome a divorce. She didn't want to be there anymore; she couldn't even look at her father in the eyes, she was always avoiding any encounter with him.

But her mother's reaction to the truth was… something different from the expected options. Even after years had passed, it still seemed so strange to her. They were there, sitting in the dining room, and it was three days after Celeste turned 12, on a rainy day in July when Celeste got tired of crying and wondering every night why… her birthday celebration made her angry; she didn't feel so sad and dejected anymore. She hated the way her father pretended to love her and everything was fine, the way he played with her brother and gave her mother a kiss on the cheek, she couldn't stand it anymore, so she told her mother. That time she had murmured an oh, and stared fixedly at a fixed point.

“I know, because I saw them,” Celeste said before her mother even asked anything else, but she didn't, she didn't do anything and was shocked. During the night, it was as if nothing had happened, and she served dinner… that wasn't what she expected, she wanted a scene and chaos; she wanted there to be shouts, but somehow she was grateful that there was no such behavior because of Celeste's little brother. But she was blinded by hatred and remorse towards her father.

The next day she remembers that she reproached her mother, shouting, “won't you do anything?”. She didn't answer. After that, she felt so cold and distant, her father was becoming more and more obvious with his affairs, the smell of a perfume that wasn't his wife's, spontaneous outings, and even nights without returning home.

Celeste couldn't stand pretending to be okay, and two months later, after seeing how her mother deteriorated and faded more and more, she walked to her father's small office in the house, being completely a mess, and told him the truth. “I know you have another woman, maybe mom wants to keep pretending with you but I can't.”

She remembered her father's expression, the surprise on his face and its paleness. Celeste didn't expect a response from him, so she was about to leave, but back then her father acted quickly, getting up from his chair and questioning her. “I saw you, don't try to deny it.”

The following years were him trying to fix it and build a bond with her but it was in vain; suddenly her little brother wondered why his father was too lenient with his sister. Celeste lived through her remaining teenage years trying to be someone normal until she finally got lost in music; she didn't want to spend time at home so she tried to enroll in all the extracurricular courses at her school that didn't involve physical effort like sports. Months later after her horrible confrontation, she found a passion for the piano, all her following school years were based on music, being in recitals whose events she never invited either of her parents to, playing for the drama club, being in the literature club, debate club, creative writing club… until she enrolled in her chosen university dedicated to that one thing she was passionate about.

At first, she knew she would annoy her parents with her career choice, but it was the perfect time to blackmail her father to pay for her institution. She wasn't anywhere near forgiving him, but the psychological damage somehow had a price: getting out of that house. Celeste had a busy life, after rehearsals, she started having part-time jobs since she was sixteen with the dream of living in her own space near the university.

She was so busy, she would come home around 10 or 11 at night and what she found at home was devastating. Her mother was a secretary who became a housewife after her second child was born, a boy named Blake. She dedicated 12 years to taking care of her children until she found out about her husband's infidelity. Cecille gradually became an alcoholic.

Celeste had to see it every night when she came home from work. Her wasted mother lying on the couch with the TV on and a strong smell of alcohol. Celeste had tried everything, her aunt's intervention, enrolling her in support groups, but her mother didn't seem to cooperate.

When she turned fifteen, she begged her father to divorce her mother, but she refused to accept it.

Every now and then she had to go check on her brother, to make sure he didn't turn into a complete idiot like his father, or simply into a bad person, related to what was he seeing at home. But even in that, both dysfunctional parents were lucky, Blake was a shy boy, four years younger than Celeste, who grew up with a passion for physics and mathematics; unlike her, he did go out in the afternoons with his friends and lived a life outside of his home. He didn't care how bad things were, as long as he had somewhere to live and his own space he was more than okay, even when he was fourteen he managed to steal alcohol from his mother to go try it at a friend's house later, not everything had to be so bad, or at least that's what he thought… sometimes Celeste wanted to be like him and try not to worry too much. Little by little, both of them grew up without showing affection, Celeste thought that maybe that's why it wasn't something she sought in other people, her perception of love and respect had been so damaged since she was young but she couldn't accept it. She never felt anything when she saw her classmates holding hands, seeing the cheesy actions of strangers showing affection, a hug was something she only remembered fleetingly from her childhood.

When she finally turned eighteen, she found a roommate and rented a dorm room on campus; that place wasn't her dream, the floor was noisy, full of extroverted theater kids, but it was all she had. She had lived like that for a whole year, with no communication to her parents, working and studying at the same time, only communicating with her brother to wish him Merry Christmas and New Year, and in May, to wish him a happy birthday. It all fell apart in her second year of school when her roommate told her she was moving out and Celeste couldn't afford the full expense, she already had an academic scholarship and her parents were still paying for her institution.

Celeste did it, she called her brother on a normal day that wasn't a holiday, her little brother advised her that she could go back home, that's what he would do when he entered college, since it would only take him routes and buses to get there. “I'll let mom and dad know,” he told her over the phone before abruptly hanging up. Celeste couldn't answer, she couldn't say don't do it. And she insisted by text that she would manage on her own. That day her heart broke when she read the text from her fifteen-year-old brother saying: why do you hate them? come back home for me the uni is literally half an hour away from home

She had no choice, she had everything, she wouldn't pay rent, her payment at the university would continue, she would only work to buy her own things and take care of Blake. She never thought he would feel abandoned. She thought about how much it must have sucked to come home alone, with an absent father and an alcoholic mother.

When she told her roommate that she would return to her home in Woollahra, her expression was incredulous, “you've been living there all this time? Why would you want to live in an uncomfortable dorm?”. Celeste wondered if she was being ungrateful.

And then she returned, her father couldn't be happier, and even her mother's dull face lit up at having her only daughter back. She would go back to being the same, practically just going home to sleep.

If she had everything… why did she feel so empty. Her room was still the same as they had decorated it since she was eight, covered in pale pink and white shades. The years passed and she continued to support her brother, going to academic competitions he attended, and for the first time, she asked him to come see her perform at a recital in her university's auditorium.

And so her life remained, until now that she felt stuck once again, in her third year of university. She felt like she was repeating her high school years and it was suffocating her. If she could leave with Blake she would, but she was just a simple university student with anxiety attacks in the school bathrooms.

—You should ask the new guy next door if he has a girlfriend, seriously, he's cute, Celeste. You've never had a boyfriend, right? —her mother mentioned, leaning on the kitchen counter.

Celeste looked at her incredulously, wondering since when her private life mattered to her, and if she had a boyfriend, it wouldn't be something she'd inform her about. She was about to leave for university, she didn't want those kinds of conversations at 7 in the morning.

—Ew, isn't he like thirty? —her brother added, eating a spoonful of his cereal.

—Age can just be a number, Blakey, we want your sister to find love.

—I have to go —Celeste sighed, escaping the conversation.

She couldn't stop thinking about it. Once again, she was right, why couldn't she find love? Her only friend, whom she rarely contacted, moved in with her mother in Melbourne after finishing high school. And now socializing at university where classmates change and come and go, it was so difficult for her to establish any kind of relationship with anyone. The only person she talked to was… an exchange student who shared only one class on Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Celeste couldn't help but wonder if she should start flirting with him, just to try to feel something in return.

Every time she examined him more… she realized how cute he was, should she approach him? Anyway, he would leave at the end of the semester, no one could die trying.

When they sat together in class, she couldn't help but be distracted by thoughts that tomorrow she would dress up more for Hyunjin, fix her hair more, wear more makeup… the idea of being liked by someone made her so nervous.

And when she looked up, she saw her new teacher, who she could swear was her new handsome neighbor.

As the class began, she remembered her mother's voice saying he was handsome, and without realizing it, a slight mocking smile appeared on her face as she analyzed her new teacher's appearance in detail. Slightly tanned skin, short, dark brown hair semi-wavy, his intense gaze beneath his slit eyes, prominent nose, and thick lips… and his voice was strong, commanding, and nasal, and his build was… Celeste thought… was this what imagination was like when dealing with the sudden rush of hormones?

She had the idea that maybe she wasn't the only one so surprised and delighted by the assignment of the new teacher. She discreetly turned her gaze to the sides, to her other classmates, and noticed how they looked at him intensely without taking their eyes off the man giving the class, Celeste felt foolish, had she looked so obvious? Had Hyunjin noticed?

Once the class ended, Chris said:

—Before you all leave… —he approached his desk and quickly and gently picked up a paper from his desk— Is Celeste Burton here? —he looked up searching among the students.

Celeste frowned and timidly raised her hand, Hyunjin quickly glanced at her friend and then at the teacher, it also seemed strange to him but he didn't pay attention to it; Chris finally managed to perceive her and added:

—Can you come up for a moment to talk?

His gaze fixed on hers, Celeste nodded gently and began to gather her things, suddenly she was feeling nervous and not understanding why.

—The rest of you, I'll see you tomorrow —Chris concluded.

With a nervous smirk, Celeste was about to approach but a warm and large hand holding her wrist made her turn, Hyunjin was so close to her face that she couldn't even react.

—I have to go to the arts campus now, but I'll see you tomorrow, Cel —he informed her with a smile, almost feeling his cool breath.

—Sure.

She limited herself to answer, she was so overwhelmed by the situation's overload, Chris wanted to talk to her and suddenly Hyunjin was approaching dangerously, she couldn't process it. Celeste returned her gaze to Chris, who had his eyes fixed on Hyunjin until he left the classroom, after feeling Celeste's soft gaze, he cleared his throat and looked at her, waiting for her to come closer.

Celeste walked to his desk and the last two students had already left the classroom, leaving only the two of them; she didn't want to appear nervous, she didn't have to be.

—You signed up during the academic break as an apprentice to some teacher at the beginning of the school year —Celeste quickly processed the information while he made eye contact with her—, well Burton, I'll be your mentor, is that okay?

—Oh, sure, I didn't know I had been selected… it's a pleasure, Professor Bang.

Chris gave her a smile and observed her, her still and straight posture with her hands together against her jeans.

—Yes well, the other students applied for classes with other teachers, but you were selected as my apprentice, I heard you're the best in the class.

Chris raised his eyebrows waiting for a reaction from her to his last comment and suddenly he realized that he was starting to ramble, he didn't understand why he did it. He shook his head slightly and tried to refocus.

—I want to discuss schedules. Wednesday is general rehearsal, so I like discipline, how about Monday to Friday excluding Wednesday, from 1 to 4? It'll be in the music room, for tomorrow.

Chris looked at her intently and Celeste began to think… she would have to shorten her work hours if she said yes, she couldn't miss the opportunity, it would be so beneficial to her resume, she wants to believe that he is a good teacher in terms of his knowledge and being his apprentice could lead her to expand her mind. But she would have to sacrifice a few hours of work; despite being sunk in sadness, she liked the little things like makeup, clothes, going to nice cafes, visiting the cinema alone, all without having to ask her parents for money at her twenty years old, so being his apprentice would only mean a little less pay, and working with him, or for him, for free.

Celeste thought for a second about how young he looked to be a mentor, she wondered if he was really qualified.

—You can’t…? —he interrupted her, expecting an answer.

—Oh, sure, yes, I'll be there. Thank you.

She smiled at him and Chris returned the gesture. Celeste was about to leave when the female desire to play a little took over.

She was steps away from walking through the door, but she turned, with a playful smile she searched his gaze, Chris was drawn to her sudden movement thinking that maybe she had forgotten to say something.

—By the way, Mr. Bang, did you just move to Woollahra? —he looked at her with a slight furrow of his brow and she continued— Oh, I didn’t want to sound weird; I just think we're neighbors now too. So, welcome.

Her tone was so sweet and innocent yet somehow wicked; Chris recognized the slight intentions of approach.

She left and left him sure of one thing, that it was her, the pretty and poor girl who cried through her window the night before. Chris swallowed, she's even prettier up close, he thought.

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IM DEAD. GONE. HEAVEN.

skz - hard thoughts

hey guys i hope you enjoy this! it's really shitty w/ all the members cause imma go to bed, and i don't wanna proof read, love you!

minors do not interact/read/go below lines.

warnings: sex, oral (m. and f. receiving), hickeys, toys, mean words, temp play, ice, wax, riding, car sex, public sex (?), love making, aphrodisiac, moaning, etc.

please tell me if i missed any!

CHAN who pulls your hair back into a makeshift ponytail when you are giving him head. as he shoves his cock further into your mouth, the deep gagging noise reflects off of the back of your throat. the surprisingly lewd noises departing from you both turn him on even more. secretly, bangchan enjoys it when you slowly graze his dick with your teeth, the pleasure comes within the pain. gently grasping his balls while he cums down your throat, making you swallow every last drop. chan won't tell you, but he wants you (while he's cumming) to take his length out of your mouth and fist him while leaving hickeys down his v-line and around his thighs.

MINHO who will tie you up until you're being a good girl again. he'll only tease you until you can utter the words along the line of, "i'm sorry for being a brat," or "please i won't do it again.." the cold, tight, metal handcuffs are worn out, and he's used them a lot, but they still work as good as new (just a bit painful). minho owns multiple toys. a wooden and leather paddle, both used for harsh punishments, a silicone whip, for days he feels like it, and numerous vibrators. he has at least one in every shape and size. although sex with him is rough, aftercare is the complete opposite. since he knows beating people up/hitting people/etc. isn't as fun when receiving it, he makes sure to get your opinion particularly if you are quiet.

CHANGBIN who gains pleasure from watching you attempt to ride him. considering every time you plant yourself on his thick penis, it immediately hits your g-spot. the overstimulation mixed with his mocking words sends you into overdrive. yet, binnie won't let you get off of him until you have successfully ridden him. even if that means he's holding onto your waist for dear life, continuously bouncing you up and down. if you really wanna tease him, rock your hips back and forth, or squirm around, he can't last very long in those situations, he'll bust right away. changbin is also a BIG eye-contact person. if you can't hold eye contact, this man will sense it and make you. he finds it cute when you get embarrassed and look away.

HYUNJIN who would die to have car sex. the half-tinted back windows aren't stopping him. because we all know one thing about hyunjin, he gets what he wants exactly when he wants it. no condom, no lube, and he could go forever. one downside is that it is most likely his car and he'll have to clean it off later. his sex drive is naturally high so when he popped the question of car sex, it wasn't a marvel. the fast-paced music blasting through the speakers along with his even faster thrusts easily sends him over. the thought of people seeing you two doing the act is so devious, which is why he likes it. what if chan walked in on the two of you? what if he wanted to join? what if hyunjin said yes?

JISUNG who (i know ppl say this a lot but i can't stress it enough) gives the most godly head. this bitch could stay between there all day like your pussy is his shelter during a thunderstorm. he kisses, blows, sucks, fingers, and bites your coochie while simultaneously reaching his hands up to play with your already hard nipples (+ if you have nipple piercings). before you know it, he'll carefully slip his tongue into your cunt, already drenched in your juices and jisung's saliva, easily slipping in and out before resuming with his fingers. face-sitting this man would go CRAZY. i know his ass is gasping for air while saying he can take your weight, but in a good way cause he's too absorbed in your perfect pussy.

FELIX who would do shit with temp play. felix would take one of the ice cubes he got from the freezing dispenser, put it into his mouth, and let it thaw a little bit before he rests his on his tongue (he's laying with his back to the bed), and you sit on his face while the ice cube slowly melts on it due to the heat and pressure of your aching cunt. he has also experimented with heat play, and wax to be straightforward. it started as the shoulders and your back but slowly turned into the inner thighs and stomach. most commonly, felix will blindfold and tie you up, so you can't run away. not that you would, (not him), but he doesn't want to risk it.

SEUNGMIN who makes you play the game of "who will be the first bitch", in which you both eat aphrodisiac chocolate and see who can last the longest without touching/thinking/looking at each other. whoever wins gets to do whatever they want that night. in his favor, he usually chooses doggy style or any position that is new to him and he'd like to try out. on days he wins he rarely is the sub, since on the days you win, you put him in the place of a poor puppy disobeying its owner. a tight chain wrapped around his neck, not allowed to speak, only moan, bark, etc.. although he finds it humiliating, he is fond of the thought that you think of him as one.

JEONGIN who decides every once in a while to make love. jeongin's personality screams dom with high-pitched moans, but when he feels in the mood, he's nice for once. passionately, he'll take you into his arms and caress every curve that your body is made of. words of affirmation spilling out of his mouth. BUT, don't believe you get off just like that, he needs it too, so don't forget about him. on the flop side, jeongin's personality whispers whiny little sub. if you make love to him during that era of him, you're not making it out alive. his poor dick had been milked so much he was practically crying from overstimulation. give him the best aftercare i beg.

i hope you enjoyed it! if you did, please show admiration of my work by liking/reblogging/sharing/commenting! it really shows me how i am doing as a writer ♡

#snowyquokka recs #stray kids #skz #skz imagines #skz x reader #skz smut #kpop #lee know #bang chan #changbin #han jisung #straykids #hyunjin #kpop male idol #jeongin #lee felix #i.n x reader #felix #seungmin #miss-daisy04

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bsf chan (who may be in love with you) when your boyfriend isnt being a good boyfriend

genre: fake text- hurt/comfort?

warnings: chan says a bad word lol

masterlist

an: this was gonna be an ot8 but sometimes it’s hard to write the other members. idk chan just comes easy to me for some reason. if i figure the others out, i’ll post it.

an: i promise im working on the requests y’all sent in. i’ve been depressed and not really doing anything. but i think im starting to feel better, so maybe i can get some work done. 🩷

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help me HELP ME

Check on the Seungmin stans in your life today... they might not be okay

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Lose Yourself in Me

Dedicated to all the Han Jisung Whores (raise your hand - Mine is up) - I want to take you back to Jisung’s first time with his gf (who is also a virgin). Yep we are popping cherries today!

word count: 2.6k

Warnings: NSFW/18+ // Virgin Han Jisung x Virgin Female Reader // almost entirely from Han’s pov // established relationship // reference to body image (fem) // nervous Han Jisung // heavy petting // reference to blow jobs, hand jobs, fingering and oral sex // sexual intercourse // reader is on the pill so no pulling out // sweet sex // nervousness // Han learns he’s addicted to pussy // orgasms //

Where it all began…

Jisung couldn’t believe this moment had arrived. He had you naked on the bed underneath him. He was naked too. You’d told him you were ready. That you wanted him to sleep with you. Actually your words were “Please Ji… I have to have you inside me… Need you.” You’d whimpered.

You both knew this occasion was going to happen soon. You’d both talked about it. You’d gone on the pill. You didn’t need to think about other protection because neither of you had ever had sex before. Jisung couldn’t stop thinking about it, imagining it, or fucking into his hand in bed at night visualising what it would feel like to be inside you. He’d dreamed about it for so many months.

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Of course you had both fooled around with each other, with heavy make out sessions in the early days - hickeys, sloppy kisses and groping hands. It didn’t take long until that wasn’t enough. Fingers would slip inside pants, exploring each other by touch. Jisung will never forget the first time your hand wrapped around his cock, underneath his sweatpants. The way your smaller hand barely made it around his girth. The way you tugged gently afraid you’d hurt him. He was no better. He was shaking when he first sank his fingers into your cunt. You were so wet and tight. You had already been whimpering from the way his fingers slid over your clit, and when you plead for him to put his fingers inside you, he couldn’t deny you. But he hadn’t a clue what he was doing. “Move faster, Ji. Put another in me. Stretch me a little more.” and you ground against his hand as he watched your face in awe. The way you closed your eyes and sighed in relief, it was like you’d found your missing piece. Him.

The first time he’d shown you his penis was a moment of panic for Jisung. What if you grimaced at the sight and turn away? What if you didn’t want to taste him? What if he tasted bad? What if you didn’t enjoy it? And when your eyes widened and he saw you hesitate, he tried to put it back in his boxers, mumbling “Never mind.”

“Ji,” you’d said softly. “You look mouthwatering. Let me take care of you.” That was the first time he’d ever put his cock inside of anyone before. It was heaven. You looked so innocent but so very filthy, especially when got him to blow his load all over your eagerly awaiting tongue.

The time you pulled your top off for him was also a moment to remember, and it resulted in him sucking and fondling your tits for hours. Jisung thought he was a boobs man for sure. He couldn’t get enough. Your nipples were so pretty. He loved how your puffy, pink areola felt on his tongue, and how hard and erect your nipples would become when he teased them. They were hard for him. They were hard because of him. He loved how you’d arch against his chest and squirm when he’d bite down on them gently. He loved to knead the flesh in his hand. Nothing could beat this, surely?

Until he went down on you.

His hand had come to your thigh, slipping under the hem of your skirt where he genlty caressed the soft skin. You moaned into his mouth as he kissed you deeply, and your legs fell open. An invitation for Jisung’s hand to find your centre and pull your panties to the side. He couldn’t believe how aroused, how wet, you were as he slid his finger along your slit. He could feel you quiver beneath him.

He pulled away from the kiss, and not taking his eyes off you, he brought his slicked finger to his mouth. He saw sheer mortification written all over your face, but he put his finger in his mouth anyway, tasting your arousal. He looked at you with big, surprised eyes. Holy shit! This was the best thing he’d ever tasted. Your hand came up to cover your eyes. Jisung’s face fell, crestfallen. Had he done something wrong? “Baby,” he whispered and gently pulled your hand away from your eyes. “Baby, look at me.” He begged. Your eyes met his. “You didn’t like what I did?” He asked searching your eyes.

“Oh Jisung - I’m so embarrassed.” You wailed. Jisung felt immediately relieved. Then a smirk appeared across his face. “Baby, that’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted.” You looked at him bewildered. “Really?” You whispered.

“Will you let me taste you properly?” You paused. “Please, baby?” Then it hit him. He’d realised he’d been a terrible boyfriend for not tasting you sooner. How fucking selfish letting you suck him off and he not reciprocating. What a fucking idiot, Jisung. But he’d been scared. As per fucking usual. Always letting his nervous inner chatter get the best of him.

“Ji, are you okay?” You brushed his cheek. He bit his lip and nodded. “I should have done this sooner…It was just that I’m..umm… fuck.” He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed, looking up at the ceiling. He returned to gaze at you, you were waiting for him to say… to do… something. Fuck it. “I’m so fucking nervous, baby. I’m scared you won’t like it.” He admitted.

“I’m scared too. I’m scared that you won’t like how I look… how I taste.” You both laughed at how silly you both must have appeared, and how you’d even made it to this point sexually. “But… your mouth is amazing, there’s no way I wouldn’t like it.”

With that encouragement Jisung nestled between your legs, lifting your skirt up and peeling your panties off. He drank you in with his eyes, starstruck. It was the most beautiful, erotic, intimate thing he’d ever laid eyes on. You were on display just for him. Glistening, engorged lips, begging to be touched. By him. Fuck. Some primal urge in him took over and he dived in even though he hadn’t a clue what he was supposed to do. But Jisung was immediately addicted, and after that, eating you out was his favourite pastime. He’d often cum in his pants untouched.

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But now, for the first time, you were both fully naked. You on your back, him along your side, leaning over you with his erection pressing against the side of your thigh. It took all his self control not to grind against your smooth, soft leg. He cupped your cheek and kissed you deeply and he could feel you relax beneath him.

The hand on your cheek moved down to caress your breast, his mouth following suit to give attention to the other. He spent quite some time on your breasts, eventually releasing your nipple with a loud pop and looking up at you. You had been looking down watching him the entire time and he felt his cheeks burn red. Why was he so nervous? He’d sucked your tits before. This was familiar. Nothing new, right?

He kissed his way back up to your face, slipping his tongue into your mouth hoping that it would dissipate his nerves if he focused on the pleasure and taste of your lips. His hand slid further down your body, gripping, squeezing, exploring your curves and softness along the way.

“You feel so perfect, baby. I love your body.” He wanted to praise you and reassure you that you were a fucking goddess. He knew you felt self-conscious about your body, that your legs were bigger than his, that your tummy wasn’t slim. Jisung didn’t see anything wrong with your legs, or tummy, or any other part of you. He thought you were perfect, that’s why he almost came on the spot when he peeled your clothes off earlier that night.

His fingers dug into your hip, as he gave in to his dick’s urge to seek friction, and pressed his hips against your other thigh. “Oh, Ji you’re so hard.” You panted.

“For you, baby. You do this to me.” He said low. “Let me taste your gorgeous pussy.” He shuffled down between your legs and dove on in the way he always did. Of course he wanted to pleasure you, but he also felt safe there, pressed up against your cunt. The scent, the feel, warmth, it was soothing to him. It was helping settle the butterflies in his tummy. It was delaying the moment that he was most frightened of, even though it was also the moment he was most excited for. Maybe he could just stay here forever? Would you mind?

The feeling of your fingers fisting his hair, pushing his face impossibly closer to your body, and the rocking of your cunt against his face brought him back to the moment. You were going to come if he kept this up. Your whimpers, the quickness of your breath. He knew you were on the edge. Then you said it.

“Please Ji… I have to have you inside me… Need you.”

His cock throbbed. You wanted him. Needed him. He took a moment to close his eyes and tell his lungs to breath and his heart to calm down, then climbed up to hover above you. He rested on his elbows, body against to yours. Skin to skin. His leaking cock pressed between your stomachs.

He looked into your eyes. They were filled with a mix of desperation and fear - just like Jisung felt himself. You looked so precious, so fucking perfect underneath him.

Jisung was frightened. What if he hurt you? What if you didn’t enjoy it? What if you regretted it. Fuck! What if you actually regretted it?

You sensed his hesitation.

“Ji - you’re safe with me… I promise.” You took his face in your hands. “You don’t have to pretend you’re not as nervous as I am. I’m scared too. But I’ve got you. We’ve got each other. Trust me, cos I trust you.” You pulled his face closer to yours and gave him a chaste kiss. Jiusng’s heart melted. How could he be this lucky to have you as his girlfriend? “Just lose yourself in me, Ji.” You whispered quietly, your hands sliding down to rest on his ass.

Oh God, he had to have you. He shuffled his hips so his cock slipped between your legs, brushing your pussy. He felt your gaze burning into him as he grasped his cock and slid the tip through your dripping folds. You both whimpered. You both needed to come so bad.

Jisung was met with a dilemma. He felt torn. He wanted to watch himself sink inside of you for the first time. But he also didn’t want to leave your eyes. Your desperate, fearful, but loving eyes. They were begging him not to leave you. How could he look away? His eyes stayed locked on yours as he felt the tip breach your entrance. Your fingers dug into his back. Jisung paused, searching your expression for signs of discomfort. “Are you okay? Does it hurt? I can sto—“

“No don’t stop! Ji, please… Oh god I love it so much… it feels so good.” You cried pulling him closer. Jisung sunk in a little more, your tight, wet walls were overwhelming him. “Fuck, baby! You’re so tight around my cock.” He choked. How was he going to last? As Jisung pushed himself further into you, he could feel yours walls stretch to accommodate him. You were so wet that it was actually easier to achieve than he thought it would be. All of his fantasies about this moment paled in compassion to the real thing. The sensations of having his cock buried deep inside your body were infinitely better than his imagination could have conjured. Jisung bottomed out and paused. He was fully enveloped by you. He felt safe. This is where he belonged.

He leaned in and kissed you before experimenting with some movement. “Oh!” You hissed sharply. Jisung looked at you with concern. “So good. Move again. Slow…long thrusts…please…please don’t stop.” Your breathy pleas were music to his ears. Your moans and whimpers served as instructions and feedback, guiding Jisung as he slowly fucked you. He repositioned himself so he was kneeling, folding your legs back and visually taking in your delicious breasts, before returning his eyes to yours.

Your hazy eyes began to close as you moaned at every thrust, and Jisung took that moment to look down to where the two of you were connected. His jaw hung slack and his tongue slipped out the corner of his mouth. His eyes were glued to where his cock was disappearing into you before it emerged again with a fresh coating of your juices. Your pussy lips were swollen and puffy, your clit so inviting. He glanced back up to you only to find you’d been watching him as he watched himself fuck into you.

His cheeks flushed red and he grinned sheepishly.

“You look so good inside me, Ji.” You said boldly. “Don’t you think so?”

“Oh fuck, baby! It’s like your pussy was made for me. It feels so… it’s so tight. How are you so tight?” He said in the breathiest voice you’d ever heard, and thrust into you harder.

“Yes… please go harder… fuck me harder… I need to come… wanna come… please Ji-“ you rambled, not caring about how crude your words were and bucking your hips against his.

“Baby, I’m close… I’m not gonna last… Fuck, your clamping down on me.” Jisung was not prepared for how tight your were becoming, but he recognised that you were close from the many times he’d brought you to orgasm with his fingers. He applied his thumb to your clit and massaged it just the way he knew you liked, and concentrated on a consistent pace with his thrusts. But it was hard to hold on, he was so utterly close, the coil in his abdomen ready to snap. But he desperately wanted to make you come.

Suddenly he felt your walls squeeze impossibly tighter, whilst the rest of your body tensed and your back arched off the bed. “I’m fucking coming Ji, don’t stop… nghhhhh.” You clenched around Jisung’s cock and he could barely move an inch. He would never forget watching you fall apart around his cock that first time. He wanted time to stand still and be in this moment forever. But his cock said otherwise, demanding he start moving again now your walls had loosened it’s grip ever so slightly. You were still tight, swollen even, but Jisung could thrust freely. He chased his orgasm with the snapping of his hips, looking down at your fucked out face. You stared up at him with so much love. “Lose yourself in me, Ji.” you whispered once again, and he came harder than he’d ever cum before, losing himself in you.

But he wasn’t actually lost, he was home.

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@channieandhisgoonsquad I wrote us a sweet Hannie story today. Hope you liked. 🥰😍😘

@lyramundana @queenmea604 @2chopsticks2eyes @noellllslut just in case you babes wanna read. 😘😘😘😘😘

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Look, even if you don't support Palestine (which, if you don't, literally get off of my blog and unfollow me because EW) Charlie Puth is a bad person in other ways. He's racist. He's Islamaphobic. He supports TRUMP. He literally made jokes about rape and he's gross with the way he treats women.

He's a pretty shit person and honestly if you're still supporting this collab you need to check your priorities. Boycotting this one song is not going to hurt SKZ, I promise.

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im not violently sobbing you are

I Know, Jagiya | Ksm

Pairing: Seungmin x Reader

Warning: fluffy fluff

𖠫Summary: Confessing your love for someone is always a risk.

✎A/N✎: just some late night runaway thoughts that I let out for the first time in a while. Haven’t just written what I was thinking in the moment in a long time. So don’t mind my 3 AM soft thoughts. I’m just soft for Kim Seungmin.

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「©  April 22, 2024 by myseungsunglove」

You lay in the dark, unable to sleep while your boyfriend sleeps peacefully beside you. You watch the slow rise and fall of his broad chest and can’t help but scoot closer to him in the darkness, placing a hand on his chest, your face settling right next to his. You gently press your lips against is warm skin and revel in the peace it brings you.

Kim Seungmin grounds you in every possible way a person could. As you lay there listening to the melody of his breathing you are made starkly aware just how in love with him you are. You’ve never said as much to his face, but in the moment you feel overwhelmed by the feeling.

The dark seems like the safest place to make this confession. Seungmin is asleep and he doesn’t need to know yet just how over the moon he makes you. You kiss his jaw softly, peppering a little trial up to his ear.

“I love you, so much Kim Seungmin,” you breathe out gently, barely above a whisper. Your secret released into the darkness as your hand runs up and down the length of Seungmin’s chest.

You feel movement as Seungmin slowly reaches up and squeezes your hand gently, threading your fingers together on top of his chest.

His head turns toward you, his eyes blinking slowly as he adjusts to the darkness of the room.

“I know, jagiya,” he whispers back, his voice low and gravelly with sleep. He leans forward and presses a soft kiss to your lips not once, not twice, but three times before his arms find you in the dark, wrapping around your waist and pulling you into his embrace. “I love you too,” he confesses and you breathe a sigh of relief against his lips.

With the confession off your chest, sleep embraces you as Seungmin does, pulling you into his chest with a satisfied and content sigh.

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im tweaking. IM ACTUALLY FUCKING TWEAKING WHAT WAS I ON

ALL HANDS ON DECK

pirate jisung x gn reader

cw: smut MDNI, sub jisung, dom reader, oral *m receiving*, swearing, jisung’s held captive, shitty grammar, uhhh i think that’s it (?)

wc: 0.5k

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You’ve done it. You’ve finally done it. Han Jisung, the man who has been the bane of your existence since you first saw his face, is here on your ship. Against his will, of course.

You circle him, his body tied to a chair. He’s thrashing and whining as he tries to free himself.

You tut, “Look at you thinking you can escape. How cute.”

Jisung stills. “W-what do you want from me? I’ll give you anything, just let me go.” The way his voice sounds while he begs ignites a fire in your stomach. You stop at his side and tilt his head so he’s looking at you.

“I essentially want the same thing as you,” you smirk and drag your index finger down his cheek. He is a heavenly sight to see; his ruffled shirt messy and wrinkled, his hair tousled and damp with sweat, and fuck, his eyes. His eyes are a deep brown, filled with desperation and a hint of something else you can't quite put your finger on.

“What do you mean ‘you want the same thing as me’?” Jisung sounds timid. Good. You lean down into his ear and speak in a low, sultry voice; “I’ve seen the way you look at me from afar,” you look down at the growing tent in his tight black pants. His face flushes a pretty shade of pink. He swallows audibly and shudders.

“What's the matter, Ji? I know you want me and, truth be told, I’ve been wanting you too. All you have to do is use your words.” Jisung nearly jumps out of his skin.

He whimpers and almost faints as you sink to your knees in front of him.

“Speak,” you command.

“Pleas-ah,”

“Good boy,” you slide his pants down just enough to give you access to his dick and reveal his precum-stained boxers. You look into his eyes while you kiss him through the cloth.

Jisung struggles against the ropes and bites his lip.

“I’m sorry baby, but you need to earn it. Be good for me and I’ll let you touch me, yeah?” He nods aggressively and relaxes into the chair.

You pull him out of his boxers, eyes widening as you take in his size. There is no way you’d be able to fit him all but you aren't one to turn down a good challenge. You grin as breathy whimpers and moans escape his parted lips.

Seeing him squirm while you deepthroat him makes you clench around nothing and fills you with desire. But you won’t give in, right now is about pleasuring Jisung. Besides, you think you might come just by hearing his sweet sweet moans.

“y/n y/n. I’m gonna-mmm. I’m gonna come,”

“By all means baby,” You grin and take his load in your mouth, swallowing it all.

Jisung almost comes again when you swipe some of his release off of your lips with your thumb and make him lick it off.

“Good boy. Mmm, that's my good boy.” You untie him and are immediately pulled into his lap, his hands roam all over your body as you kiss.

“You. I want you.” Jisung mumbles into your mouth.

“You sure you can handle it?”

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